origin: [x] Basis of Characters
Inspired by Tsubasa Chronicle. Sayuri is my OC from an RP I did a long time ago.

This is just a starter for an idea of a story I’ve wanted to do. While I did have a bit of struggle with who was going to be the main characters, I figured it out and decided to bring my own OC into the story. Please read at your own discretion for this will involve a lot of different characters and probably bull-crap. Be it as it may, it’s the first chapter so a lot of the story is and will be choppy until I get the hang of things of how and where this story is going to go. Characters included in this story will or may be a little OOC but I shall try my best to keep them IC as much as possible. Let me know what you all think and I shall do my best. Let’s see how many fandoms I can include, hm?

Chapter 1: A Sort of Beginning

The motorcycle shifted in and out of the streets of Gaia, on his way toward a location that his partner had messaged to him. His blonde spiked hair flowed with the wind, his goggles down to avoid getting anything caught in his eyes that would possibly hinder him from driving. The location was something that Tifa Lockhart had said to be utter importance, saying that there was a disturbance of magic and with the Lifestream. Even from where the motorcyclist was currently at, he could see the strange flow of Lifestream going down toward a certain part of the broken down city.

His phone rang again and he muttered something that was rather incoherent before letting the phone go to voicemail. He could already hear Tifa’s voice telling him to come home soon; Denzel and Marlene miss him.

That was when he was caught off-guard by a girl with red hair came flying toward him, wielding what he assumed to be a staff. Pulling Fenrir to a sudden halt, he watched in stunned silence as she descended, landing on her feet before she shouted something in a language he could not understand. But a familiar stream of instant fireballs appeared, aimed at these strange demonic like creatures that he knew did not belong at all in Gaia. Withdrawing his own weapon, the Buster Sword, he jumped up through the air to assist the stranger before she shouted, “Away!” Her body shifted into a position that looked like she was about to swing her staff and when she did so, for a moment… nothing happened.

Then a sudden boom echoed through the plains, one that could be heard from where Tifa stood at home.

Cloud Strife was instantly blasted backward into a nearby rock face. With a grunt, he looked up toward where he had seen the girl moments ago to see her hovering before she gently floated on over toward where he was. She appeared young, perhaps as young as Yuffie, and the last time he had seen someone with those colored eyes was Vincent, but something about her was completely different from his companion. She was small, wearing only a crimson short red dress that rested on her mid-thighs with a black jacket on top. She wore a matching black leather boots with a slight heel. Part of him wondered how it was possible for her to be hovering without the use of materia…

She appeared apologetic and moved forward to gently touch him. He flinched at the contact and felt his body warm before he glanced down, noticing his body glowing a strange light blue. They descended to the ground, landing softly before his expressions seemed to got a hold of him before he could even ask her anything.

“I’m Sayuri,” she introduced herself. “And I’m here to warn and perhaps even help, your world from an enemy.”

He blinked in lack of understanding and confusion. “… I’m sorry, but… warn… us how?”

She seemed warm though, and Cloud could feel it in every fiber of his being. Something about her seemed powerful, strong, but also… weak. Where did she come from?

“Of a man who is coming to your world to steal your world’s lifeforce and end it in the process.”

“The lifestream?” Cloud inquired uncertainly.

She glanced up and then looked back toward him. Now that she was standing before him, he noted that she was considerably short, but with extremely long hair that ended around her thighs. And the staff that he had seen moments ago, was now gone. She shook her head.

“Yes and no,” she answered quietly. “The thing that makes up what your world is. If it is this… ‘Lifestream’ that runs through your world, then yes, they will come after it. They will want to destroy this world…” she paused, her expression solemn, “and that’s not including this planet that we are on… but everything in it.”

Her:
Seryel was searching for the herbs she needed. A basket was slung over one arm. She was dressed simply, in a brown peasant dress that fitted her small form. The dappled light that shone through the canopy gave her a soft, gentle glow. So intent in her search, she was certain she had wandered a little too deep into the forest. But she wasn’t worried in the least. Tryst would find her, wherever she went.

It was their day off today, from the inn. Just for the two of them to spend quality time. She felt a little guilty that she was looking for herbs instead of giving Tryst his due attention. But that would mean spending hours blushing like no tomorrow. She was embarrassed with how sensitive her skin was to his touch and to his voice.

Something moving towards her caught her attention. She looked up and was surprised to see a disheveled man, with a girl in his arms. “Can… I help you?” she asked.

“Yes,” there was desperation in his voice and in his eyes. “She needs help. Please.”

Her eyes assessed the girl’s condition swiftly and she nodded her head. “Alright, just come with me. I have to look for my husband.” She had never gotten used to that term….

The stranger nodded meekly and trailed behind her like a pup, holding the unconscious girl like a precious bundle. She abandoned her search for the herbs and turned around to look for Tryst.

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Summary: Connected by a single red thread of fate, what will happen to a girl who meets a strange man with silver hair and light blue-green eyes who seems to genuinely care for her well-being?

Author’s Note:
Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3… Okay, well, experiment 3, begin! Here’s another different point of view. And it’s the ending! I hope it’s okay. >: I’ve thought long and hard on her name, and wasn’t sure what her name ought to be still. Hopefully it’ll stick. The story may seem rushed, but it’s because it’s the end. I didn’t want to make it a drawn out fic, and only would make it so if it is to become a full length story. But until then, yep! ‘Tis the end!

Disclaimer:
Final Fantasy XIII/FFXIII-2 and all related characters and elements are the property, copyright and trademark of Square Enix and no ownership or claim on said property, copyright or trademark is made or implied by their use in the work(s) of fan fiction presented here. This fan fiction constitutes a personal comment on the aforesaid properties pursuant to doctrines of fair use and fair comment. This fan fiction is non-commercial, not for sale or profit, and may not be sold or reproduced for commercial purposes.

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Summary (edit): Connected by a single red thread of fate, what will happen to a girl who meets a strange man with silver hair and light blue-green eyes who seems to genuinely care for her well-being?

Author’s Note:
Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3… Okay, well, experiment 2, begin! Here’s a different point of view. Let’s see how it goes? Do message me what you think, if you think I should stick to one point or another, etc. And um, the summary got changed because I’m not writing in the “perspective” of Hope. >_<

Disclaimer:
Final Fantasy XIII/FFXIII-2 and all related characters and elements are the property, copyright and trademark of Square Enix and no ownership or claim on said property, copyright or trademark is made or implied by their use in the work(s) of fan fiction presented here. This fan fiction constitutes a personal comment on the aforesaid properties pursuant to doctrines of fair use and fair comment. This fan fiction is non-commercial, not for sale or profit, and may not be sold or reproduced for commercial purposes.

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Summary:
Amu spends the next month spending time with Ikuto… getting to know him and learn his habits. But what’s going to happen on a visit from Tadase?

Author’s Note:
All right, sorry for the long delay. It’s been two weeks since the last release, but meh. I was debating whether I should release this one, or I should release AS. But for AS, I have a bit of a writer’s block, but I’ll get through it soon enough. This one is going to be involving a lot of trouble and problems that going to arise, seeing as Tadase ignites and begins the story. This is where our story begins.

Enjoy this chappie~ And review if you want to see/read what’s going to happen next!

Total Word of Chapter Count: 7074

Misc. crap extras: 209

Disclaimer:
Shugo Chara and all related characters and elements are the property, copyright and trademark of Peach Pit and no ownership or claim on said property, copyright or trademark is made or implied by their use in the work(s) of fan fiction presented here. This fan fiction constitutes a personal comment on the aforesaid properties pursuant to doctrines of fair use and fair comment. This fan fiction is non-commercial, not for sale or profit, and may not be sold or reproduced for commercial purposes.

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Summary: Connected by a single red thread of fate, what will happen to Hope when he meets a very unique individual who seems to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders?

Author’s Note:
Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3… Okay, well, experiment 1, commence! I suppose. I hope this looks good. In this fanfic, I’m gonna be testing out multiple view-points to see which one works out well and which one doesn’t. Originally I was thinking of making up an OC that would be a sort of foil to Hope, but, here goes to experimenting. And forgive me for lack of details on Hope, mostly because I haven’t played FFXIII-2. I don’t have the console nor the money to play it. And this is probably gonna be crap, since I’m just testing whatever this is so don’t take this seriously.

Further note, most of it is what I assume can or cannot happen in the story. So again, do not hate on me for the fact I’m just using this carelessly; I’ll be trying to use as many references as possible.

Disclaimer:
Final Fantasy XIII/FFXIII-2 and all related characters and elements are the property, copyright and trademark of Square Enix and no ownership or claim on said property, copyright or trademark is made or implied by their use in the work(s) of fan fiction presented here. This fan fiction constitutes a personal comment on the aforesaid properties pursuant to doctrines of fair use and fair comment. This fan fiction is non-commercial, not for sale or profit, and may not be sold or reproduced for commercial purposes.

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Me:
In the morning, she couldn’t see anything without getting dizzy. She dressed and washed herself the best she could, Lancelot watching softly with small eyes before going back to his breakfast. Eve tried to help but found that it was no avail. She staggered and held onto the wall as she coughed and touched her forehead. She was burning up.

She staggered out into the hallway and then fell to the floor, coughing. She coughed out blood and the women ran down the steps ahead of her to put up the laundry.

Outside, the two maids did not notice a large creature outside hidden amongst the trees… so they began to gossip.

“Do you think that’s bad?” one woman with brown hair said.

“Coughing out blood and is dizzy? Yes, I think so,” the girl with darker hair said. “I think she has a fever and is traveling by herself… but coughing out blood? I haven’t seen anything like that before.”

“Poor girl… to think that she’s going to die so young,” the woman with brown hair said. “My cousin had what she’s got going on. She died in three years.”

At that moment, Eve flew out to get some food for herself.

“Not only that, but for the first two and a half years, she pretended she didn’t have it and no one knew until she was too weak to walk.” The maid placed up some table cloths up on the cloths line. “She couldn’t have any treatment because her village was too small so they didn’t have good enough treatment. It was horrible.”

At that moment, Sayuri walked out, looking pale, but otherwise healthier than what the maids had just said. They shushed amongst themselves and only pretended to do that laundry as Sayuri walked into the trees towards where Shura was.

“I’m sorry about last night, I’ll just do what you’ve asked me to do and I’ll kill you should you hurt anyone,” she said as soon as she was out of earshot of the two maids. Her fingers and skin was hot as she stroked his feathers before walking over to the saddle. However, she smelled heavily touched with magic to the point where it might be considered ridiculous. “No conditions, no nothing. It’ll be just as you wished.” Since her face was faced away from him as she tried to pick up the saddle but could not, she sighed and sat down on the grass next to it.

She took slow and ragged breathes before getting up again and using magic to lift the saddle onto him and buckle it on. Her head spun and she held onto a tree and then froze.

There was a group of people surrounding them and she backed up until she was against Shura, her skin still hot to the touch like earlier. She was extremely tensed and worried. She isn’t immune to her own magic attacks, especially when reflected back at her and with the condition she was in now, not that Shura knew of, it was going to be unstable, what with her body weaker than it usually was. Was it because of the fact that she was in a place with so little of magic floating around, that she got it again?

She touched her chest and closed her eyes. Sayuri sent magic rippling through her, focusing her attention at any danger that was coming closer. She reopened them and readied her magic staff, hoping the dizzy spells won’t come back as well as her coughing fit.
That was when she heard the groan of arrows being pulled back on their strings.

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Hehe. That’s the perfect reason why I wanted to write a dancing fic. ;]

Yours is probably easier. You have papers and tests to do, but I have projects. x_x For like art classes and whatnot. D;

Yeah, it’ll be slowly but surely. x3

Amu is possible since she’s thin and nimble enough to be, but I think of Ikuto as this sexy-bad-ass dancer that’s super… hawt when he dances like the boy bands. LOL. XD

Yes, time… Something I don’t have enough of. xD

And yerp, since I’ve been out for awhile, I thought of it as a way to get back into the flow of things. And you’re welcome!