Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the FF series. Only the Ocs that will be involved in the story.
Introduction
"Kill me. Kill me now…" A lavender haired girl with emerald colored eyes spoke. She, in clad with the black and red uniform, had been running along the hallways. "Crud! Why did they assign with Nine today? I know that I'll be doing most of the work." Type was the girl's name. She was sixteen years old and her weapon was the parasol. The girl stood around 5'6" and weighed 125 lbs. She wore thin glasses and had dark skin. Half the time, Type kept her glasses in its case. The girl was already late for class and she was in a hurry.
"You look pale today Joker." A woman chuckled in a pleasant manner. "Please do not call me that-even if that is my name now." Type politely excused herself and ran down the hallway. Just as she opened the double-doors to the auditorium, Type had stepped into the training grounds of the spell casters. "Cra-" Type almost shouted as Rem summoned a fire blast. "Watch it!" The medium length blond haired male shot an arrow of ice towards the blast.
Type fell on her knees to take a breather. "T-Thank you." She hesitantly spoke. "Be careful Type. You could have been burned." Rem ran over to the girl's side. Type laughed a bit. "I'm alright, but where's Nine?" "He's…I'm not sure. Need help in finding him?" The blonde male gave Type a friendly smile. Type stood up and dusted herself off. "Yes! Please. If he doesn't help me train-Kurasame will lecture me." She sighed in shame.
"Can't have the slacker leaving you behind now can we? Let's get him." Trey rolled his eyes. He knew how Nine was and this archer was not going to let his classmate fail or be punished. "Alright." Type responded before Trey led the way. "How are your classes going? Is Ace giving you a hard time?" Trey began the conversation. The "Joker" stared off into space, but turned to Trey. "My classes…are going well. Ace is no trouble at all. I guess I am worried about my mother." Type spoke softly.
Trey had his eyes on the direction ahead of him, but his attention focused on his classmate, "You live with your mother? I didn't know that." "She's in Byakko territory." Type stated as she did not want to state anymore. The two class Zero students casually walked through the hallway. Type was chosen as the "Joker", a "wild card", the last out of the sixteen students. Being involved in this war, the girl had no choice but to fight. Trey, Nine, Queen, and Ace knew her story to some extent.
"You'll protect her." Trey assured her as the two spotted Sice. The silver-white haired scythe wielder turned around in silence. Sice gave a moment of attention to them before walking off. "That freaking jerk! He does this damn crap every time! Nine knows that I am a bit rusty!" Type complained. "He won't let you down. I know that, but what are you doing tomorrow?" Trey nodded and glanced at her. "…Nothing really. I am not doing anything." Type answered. "You want to practice some magic? If you are up for it that is." Trey looked away a bit embarrassed as he asked her.
Type looked at Trey and smiled. "Of course. That'd be great." She replied. Trey chuckled and the faint shade of pink came across his face. "Great! Meet me here outside the courtyard on the weekend." Trey kept his bow firmly in his grip. "Okay then." Type nodded until the two walked into an empty room. "That…" Her eyes widened as her so-called "partner" sat by the window, bored out of his mind. Type tossed her parasol up in the air and muttered a few words in Latin.
"Ass!" She shouted as a bolt of lightning came from out of nowhere and struck the chair Nine was currently occupying. The male fell over a bit surprised that his partner did such a thing. "Hey, I was sleeping…with my eyes open." Nine lied. "Shut up! I was looking all over for you-" Type scolded. Trey shook his head in irritation and folded his arms. "I'm sorry Joker." Nine gave his friend a grin. "How about I take you on a date?" Nine added.
"Don't make me kick your ass! And heck no!" Type's face heated up from embarrassment and frustration. Type hated her other name, but Type and Joker were one and the same in one language or another. "You're cute when you're ticked. Okay then, let's get going." Nine said as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Somehow you're going to get hurt." Trey placed his hand on Type's shoulder. Type was too frustrated, but she soon calmed down. Nine got up from his chair and picked up his spear from having it lean against the wall. "She could-but I know how to get her back ten-fold." He knew how to push the girl's buttons. "…" Type's face heated up once again.
"Come on, Nine. You are her partner and Type is still new here. Give her a chance or I'll get you for slacking off." Trey smiled as he tapped his fingers against his bow. "Damn...I don't need to deal with you as well." Nine rolled his eyes before he grabbed Type by her arm. He led his partner out of the classroom in a immediate fashion. Trey followed the two students from behind. "Let me go Nine! It hurts!" Type said as she could not make him release her. "I am not being rough with you so keep it down." Nine continued to walk at a fast pace. "Nine, you're seriously hurting her." Trey who was now concerned, tried to be the voice of reason.
The three students reached the courtyard. Nine released Type from his grip causing Type to sigh. "Geez, you had to be rough…" She complained as she rubbed her arm with one hand. "Let's get started." Nine tossed his spear into the air and it then landed in the palm of his hand. "You won't beat me." Type said as she kept her parasol closed. She looked determined to give her classmate a beating. "Heh, you really want to prove it to me don't you?" Nine smirked just for a moment before he walked away only a few feet away from her.
Trey remained calm. His blue eyes focusing on his classmates had never left them. "Type, be careful. Nine do not over do it." Trey had almost shouted. "He is crushing on this girl way too much." Nine muttered. The pale blond haired male chuckled before taking a step to then charge toward his partner. "As a joke, I'll make it a bet. If I win, we go on a date and where we go is my choice."
"…" Trey's eyebrow twitched as Nine continued to speak. "Promise-it'll be fun." Nine smirked as Type hopped a foot back. "Why must I listen to you?" Type opened her parasol and closed her eyes. "You summoning your little trick again?" Nine frowned as he prepared himself. "Screw you!" Type became flustered and twirled the parasol with ease. The parasol began to glow. "This is how she summons magic…" Trey thought. Whenever Type is in battle, she refused to summon or use any offensive skills unless driven to that point.
"…" Type's irises glowed blue and a small blast of aura omitted from her body. "Defense, eh? I can break that." Nine smirked. He clashed the blade of his spear with the girl's parasol, but Type blocked his attack. "...She's seriously cute." Nine thought before Type shoved him away. Her hand started to twist and the parasol spun. "Don't be hasty." Nine spun around and knocked the parasol from Type's hands. "I think the battle is in my favor." Nine turned away and waved a hand dismissively. "It's not over." Type stated. Her parasol levitated by itself and flew towards Nine.
"Heh, remember to wear something nice." Nine blocked the parasol, but he did not notice a simple hint. The parasol was not open all of the way. "Shit." He cursed and the folds opened completely. "Suzaku-I see you now!" Type smirked as the parasol sent a few waves of fire forming a vermilion bird. "How did she do that?" Trey was surprised. Type took a step forward to control her parasol's attack while she watch Nine being pushed back not wanting to take the chance of getting burned. "She might win this one, but since she makes this more complicated to deal with-I won't let her." Nine thought as he decided to brave the heat.
"I won't be insulted by an idiot who sleeps in class." Type took a hold of her parasol and twirled it. "Damn…" Nine tossed his spear away which threw Type off guard. The girl snapped her fingers causing her parasol to close instantly and her eyes were back to normal. "Let's call it even." Type grinned in confidence. "I'll call it unacceptable." A dark blue-black haired male spoke as he took a step to confront the students. "I…apologize." Type bowed in respect. "I'm not going to punish you three since someone is running around causing pranks." The male excused himself and walked away.
"Well since that was a bit of inconvenience, I knocked your weapon out of your hands so be ready at seven o'clock on Saturday." Nine chuckled and Type shot him a glare. "…Fine!" Type's aura flared out as she crossed her arms. "She's not happy…" Trey thought as he walked over to the two students who were somewhat winded. "I'll admit though…you are good when it comes to reserving your magic." Nine added. The glare faded from Type's eyes and she was surprised. "I should not have used my magic. It's prohibited." Type bowed. Nine waved his hand in protest. "You're fine. Kurasame is not around so you're off the hook." Nine said relieved that Kurasame was not around.
"…For now." Type sighed in relief. "It's getting late. We should head to our dorm rooms." Trey suggested. "Right." Type agreed.
A/N: Since FF Type-0 (Agito) never came out in America, I'm just going to go with the flow for now so bear with me since it'll be a bit of time for me to get close to the story line (order of events, etc.); however, I wanted to try a love triangle TreyxOcxNine.
Type is the first oc for this story.
