Another idea I've had running in my head. Eventually I plan to try to do the game's plot, but that will be later. Let me know what you think please.


Noctis turned curiously at the sound of his bedroom door opening, but turned back around when he saw it was only his advisor, Ignis Scientia. Noctis rolled his eyes as the advisor as he was asked.

"Highness, how are you feeling today?"

The young prince shrugged in response it had been a few weeks since his father brought him home from Tenebrae from the attack from Nifleheim. He was still sad he had to leave Lunafreya behind. Frankly the raven-haired prince was glad he was not stuck in a wheelchair anymore as the doctors finally agreed he was healed enough. That is what sent him to Tenebrae in the first place; he was on the way back to the Citadel from seeing butterflies, with an assistant and guards, as a daemon attacked, leaving only Noctis alive; and just barely. The daemon has slashed the young prince's back violently and it sent him into a coma from the action and the pain.

What was worst of all for him though, is that night is the last time remembers having his voice.

When Noct's father, Regis, had doctor's look at the reason as to why this occurred; his response was that of such a traumatizing event happening to the prince at such a young age has mentally damaged him. The assumption was since he most likely had screamed out in pain as he fell, his brain shut down his vocals from the impact against the ground.

Being the prince, the young boy already had it hard and this just made his situation worse.

His gaze shifted to the advisor who had walked up to the prince, who was sitting at his desk trying to catch up on the schoolwork he had missed seeing as he was supposed to be returning next week. Noct just stared at him annoyed, causing the advisor to sigh.

"I know you are tired of it, Highness, but it is my job to look after you."

Noct just stared at him deadpanned for a moment before rolling his eyes and turned back to the schoolwork in front of him. The advisor stayed by his side for a little while before retreating from the room, seeing it was pointless as the prince was being stubborn.

Once he was sure the advisor was gone, Noctis threw his books off the table as tears formed in his eyes.

I hate this!

He didn't stop the tears that came as he covered his face with his arms on the table, crying silently. He doesn't know how long he cried for, and was unaware that he had fallen asleep until an arm toughed his shoulder, shaking lightly, and a warm voice hit his ears.

"Noctis."

Noctis sleepily shifted his gaze to find the owner of the hard and voice for his eyes to widen slightly. Dad.

His father smiled at him, worry evident on his face at his son's red eyes and tears stains on his desk. He motioned for the boy to follow him to sit on the prince's bed, which Noct hesitantly replied; first grabbing the pen and pad he had been using to communicate, feeling he was going to need it.

The king waited for his son to sit beside him before he spoke. "Noctis. Is everything okay? I'm worried about you. You've been staying in your room almost all day, Gladiolus says you haven't been showing up to practice, and Ignis has told me that he barely can get a response from you. What is going on, son?" His worry and nervousness grew in his voice in each word he spoke.

Noctis wanting to look away from his father's expression and was writing, his father waiting patiently as his hand was still shaky. He handed it his father. 'I'm scared, Dad. I go back to school next week and I don't know how things will turn out now.'

His father sighed and looked at his son while giving him back his pad. "You're going to do fine. I wouldn't be sending you back if I didn't think you couldn't."

Noct blinked before smiling and hugged his father, the latter returning it with a small laugh. Noct quickly broke off not too long after, quickly writing. 'I need to get back to studying then; have a lot to catch up in.'

"Let Ignis help, and please Noct, don't block everyone out and don't stay in room all day." He paused before smiling at his son as he stood up. "I have a gift for you that will be here in a few days that will help you. I do believe you will like it." Noct's face brightened as he nodded excitedly as he returned to his desk and his father left the room, the prince's happiness spreading to him. He was happy that his son wasn't in a complete shut down; just being his normal self, not matter how anti-social it may be.


"Did you hear the rumors?"

"Prince Noctis is back!"

"How do you think he's doing?"

Noct sighed silently at all the sideways comments in the hallways. He walked quickly with his eyes on the gift from his father: a tablet to where he could type his response, or write it thanks to its touchscreen, able for him to speak much faster. It being a tablet, the prince had decided to try to decorate the background and make it where he can still have fun. He already added the game King's Knight to the tablet, and was working on music.

His eyes turned to the side, his attention focusing on a blonde-headed boy with black-framed glasses, a green and white striped shirt, blue jeans, and gray sneakers. He blinked in recognizing the boy from his class; he tilted his head slightly in confusion as the boy was also by himself and looking at his camera, clearly used to not having attention. Noct remembered once or twice when the boy tried to talk to someone and they shot him down.

The prince took a deep breath before walking over to the boy once they had walked outside; the other staying away from the groups more into the shadows of the school building, him sitting against the wall. Noct sheepishly approached the boy, the boy blinking in surprise when he saw it was Noctis. He waved and the boy stuttered quietly.

"N-Noctis."

Said boy mentally widened his eyes as he called him by his name and not "prince". Noct pointed to beside him and the boy stuttered. "Y-You want to sit with me? S-Sure."

Noct smiled and sat beside him, turning on his tablet and pulling up the app he needed. This got the other's attention. "C-Can you not talk?"

Noct nodded his head as the other's eyes widened slightly. "Sorry… I didn't mean to upset you."

Noct quickly wrote and showed the boy. 'You didn't upset me. You're just the first to actually ask.' He erased the sentence and replaced it with 'Name?'.

The boy immediately responded. "Prompto. Prompto Argentum." He shifted uncomfortably. "All due respect, but why did you come over here and sit with me Noctis – can I call you Noct?"

Noctis nodded, as he typed. 'You look like someone who could use a friend; and I've seen you trying to talk to me before… why didn't you?'

The prince waited as the blonde looked down before hesitantly speaking. "… I thought you wouldn't want to be friends with someone like me; someone who's considered a nobody, a loser, and a freak." The blonde glanced to the prince who was writing on the touchscreen what he wanted to say.

'If you want to go by that, I'm just as much of a freak as you are since I'm mute.' The prince smirked jokingly at the boy and the other let out a small laugh. Noctis blinked as Prompto pulled back out his camera and pointed to it asking. "Can I? I mean you don't have to if you don't want too."

Noct nodded enthusiastically at the boy as the two took a selfie. Noct smiled when he saw it and wrote. 'I want a copy later. 'Kay?'

Noctis received a cheerful nod from Prompto as the sound of a car pulling up entered Noct's ears and he silently sighed. 'Ride's here… Wanna meet up again tomorrow?'

"Yeah."

Noct smiled as he stood as when he saw Ignis stepping out of the car. As Noct walked up to the car, Ignis nodded to him but the prince made no response as he got entered the car. The advisor sat beside the prince and asked him quietly once the car was in motion back to the Citadel. "So how was your first day back?"

Noct shrugged and Ignis resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The prince wanted to play stubborn, so Ignis decided to let it go for now.

When the car arrived at the Citadel, Noctis was almost immediately out and racing up the steps to head to his room. He ignored all the questioning and surprised looks of the staff; him shutting the door and he pulled out his homework as he plugged in his tablet to charge.

"Well, you're the talk of the Citadel right now. Wanna tell me what's up?" a deep voice came from his doorway, him not even realizing it had been opened, and the prince chuckled at the sound of the voice. He turned to face his Shield, Gladiolus Amicitia, with a smug look of his face and Gladio's eyes widened.

"Now I see why you're the talk of the Citadel. Who are you and what have you done with Noctis Lucis Caelum?" He said jokingly and mentally chuckled when the prince pouted and grabbed his tablet.

'What? Are you saying me being in a good mood is a bad thing?'

"No, just surprised everyone." He entered the room, shutting the door as he moved to sit in one of the chairs not far from his desk. "What's got you in a good mood anyways?"

Noct smirked mischievously with the answer to his question clear on his face. Ain't telling.

Gladio sighed and crossed his hands over his chest. "You know we'll find out eventually."

'Ok, I'm not trying to hide it or anything. Can you go now? I need to do my work – hence why Ignis isn't here.'

Gladio threw his hands up in defeat. "Fine. I'm gone." He stood up and walked out the door, closing it behind him, leaving the prince alone once more.

As he began his work, the prince rubbed his temple at the growing headache from the work; him confused from not being there. He tried to understand the work, but unable to the prince collapsed unto his bed, tired from the day, and thought about his encounter with Prompto. Before long, he succumbed to the blissful darkness, resulting in an annoyed Ignis when he came to get the prince for supper but left him considering how he had been that afternoon.

When Ignis closed the door again, darkness covered the room once more except for the night sky streaming through his balcony doors. A black and white kimono entered the streak of light, its owner quietly looking at the sleeping prince with closed eyes. It was a woman with black hair and was known to the prince from his time in Tenebrae; Gentiana, a Messenger who works with the Oracle. She continued to watch him quietly before smiling, saying quietly. "The young prince is recovering well; and the final company has been introduced." She moved to the side of his bed to look over to the sleeping prince's face, him stirring slightly as she continued. "Young Prompto means well, as do you, but be weary; your decisions could decide what path he leads." She reached into her kimono and pulled something out and placed it on the edge of his bed: a red notebook. She smiled once more before disappearing into the darkness once more.