Rikku was organizing. Her room, that was. Everything in the known universe sucked, majorly, and nothing made any sense, and saving the world: that still sucked pretty hardcore. She couldn't organize any of that -- to be honest, she didn't understand half of it. (Like ... why she'd woken up alone at the clinic. Reno left?) And some of it she didn't ( Read more... )

Rikku had a low, nagging headache. Aaaaaaaand there was something licking her nose ( Read more... )

Amazingly enough, after a weekend of zipping around like a super-deformed chibi sort of five-year-old who was also some variety of superhero -- after all, she and her sister had nearly thwarted that weird cat-lady, and had totally intimidated the, uh, cape-wearing duck -- Rikku's first thought was not "I am never showing my face again." Or even " ( Read more... )

Okay, so it had been a long, messed-up kinda weekend -- the carnival, which rocked, and then the homecoming dance, catching up with old friends, and then everyone going insane -- not to mention some of her clandestine activities Monday -- but she and Reno were kinda better -- she thought -- and her roommate had totally bought her new earrings, ( Read more... )

Okay, so, it had been a crazy kinda week. The whole, there's a weird island here, and then Romeo got shot and that had been terrifying but he was okay, and that was what mattered. That and that she'd got to punch the Tybalt guy a few times while helping Cable and everyone else blow some stuff up.

And then everyone had switched genders except her, ( Read more... )

Okay, so, the day didn't start all that great for Rikku. She got a package from Jamie, as an apology for the whole room-swap mess. A really nice package, too, with all kinds of cool stuff in it. Which would be awesome, except, uh. Except for the whole bit where she'd put him in girly clothes and made him howl along to "I'm a Little Teapot." And the ( Read more... )

Rikku got back to her alcove and was thinking. About work, and Cable's baby -- not Cable's baby, but sort of his, anyway -- and her way-awesome summer classes and still trying to figure out what mood she was in, where it all balanced out, and that's when she saw the letter ( Read more... )

Two daughters, very different, both gone. One wee Turk, not hers in any sense, gone as well.

Rikku was walking back to the dorms, very, very slowly. And trying not to sniffle quite so much. And failing.

She reached over, almost instinctively, for Reno's hand.

(for the modded one)

Rikku had a dress. A freaking awesome dress, thanks to Dōjima, and one that looked nothing like anything she usually wore, and made her look like a sophisticated grown-up sort of person and .... that was sort of the same thing.

And Rikku had shoes. Nice ones. They were all strappy and coooooool ( Read more... )

When Rikku woke up, she was relieved to see that she was, in fact, sixteen again. Sixteen: all sorts of good. 5'2" felt pretty damn tall this morning.

( She yawned, and stretched, and did the same mental recon as always after a weekend of Fandom Crazy ... )