-1This is my first attempt at a FFXII fan fiction. This was based on a picture I saw during the credits. Anyone who watches the credits will know which picture I am referring to.
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Cidolphus Demen Bunansa was not a patient man. He was also jumpy and snappish when nervous. Combine these two traits and, well. . .
"Sir, with all due respect, you are going to wear a hole in the carpeting."
Dr. Cid spun around, hands behind his back, nervously muttering to himself.
"Sir -"
"I heard you!" Cid snapped, moving to turn around the other way. He paused, glancing at a large, wood door before resuming his previous course. The man wrung his hands, resuming his muttering. The other person in the room, a woman, smiled sympathetically at the nervous Doctor.
"Sir, she will be fine. No harm will come to them."
Dr. Cid spun to face the woman.
"How can you be sure? Unknown factors could ruin everything! And all would be lost. . . and then what?"
The woman still smiled.
"Sir, this isn't a scientific experiment. It is the birth of a new life."
Cid's face relaxed., and a look of peace and gratitude graced his features. He moved to sit in a chair.
"I know, I know. I just. . . don't want any harm to come to them."
"It is a feeling that every parent faces, Sir."
Cid nodded, and leaned back in his seat. The minutes rolled by like hours, the hours rolled by like days. Then, sometime later (for the good Doctor had lost count), a piercing cry rent the air. It was music to his ears, and all through the next twenty-two years, he would never hear a sweeter sound.
He leapt up out of his chair and quickly strode to the door across the hall. The door opened before he reached it. A nurse beckoned him inside. He slowed his step, almost tiptoeing inside.
His wife lay on the bed. She was tired and sweaty, but the smile that graced her features was beautiful. Cid crossed to her, kissing the top of her head. And in her arms was his child. Cid looked at him in a happy daze. His wife held their child up for him to hold. Cid carefully picked him up, as though he might shatter with the merest touch.
"It's a boy," murmured his wife. But to Cid, it didn't matter. Both of them were alive and healthy.
"Will you name him?" she murmured.
Cid looked at his son. Dark eyes met his own. Cid's eyes filled with tears.
"Ffamran. Ffamran Demen Bunansa."
Twenty-Two Years Later. . .
Cid collapsed, breath ragged. With clouded vision, he looks up to see his Ffamran through the smoky haze of Venat.
"Let him by, Venat. It is done."
He stands up on shaky legs, further panting the Pharos red with his blood. His eyes never left his son's, except to address the Occuria next to him.
"Ah, how I have enjoyed these six years."
Venat seemed to smile.
"The pleasure was all mine."
Cid felt his body grow lighter. He looked back to see Ffamran closer to him. When did he move? Cid's eyebrows knotted in confusion.
"Was there no other way?"
His slipping attention was forcefully brought back to his son, who was now merely a foot away. His face was painted with worry, the hatred he saw earlier stripped from his features. Cid's own face softened.
"Heh. Spend your pity elsewhere. If you are to set on running, hadn't you best be off?"
It was the kind of playful banter that he and his son engaged in when Ffamran was in his teens. But for once, his son had no reply. His face was white, his lips drawn in a thin line. Apparently, he remembered. Though Cid's last words were barely audible, he knew his son heard them crystal clear.
"Fool of a pirate."
He smiled. Ffamran smiled, continuing the banter with his eyes. And Cid knew that he had found a slight bit of forgiveness.