Disclaimer: I don't own FFXV.
Warning: Noctis/Prompto.
Note: Enjoy.
Summary: The bullying wouldn't stop. And so, Prompto transfers to a new school - leaving Noctis behind, with no answers.
Chapter One
Since school ended, Prompto stood outside. The wind blowing his hair. He smiled, grabbing his camera.
He didn't take the picture, though. His camera was taken, torn right from his hands.
A group of noble students took his camera. Then they broke his most prized possession.
"The camera whore is crying!"
"What a loser!"
"Pathetic!"
XOXO
The oldest grabbed him, dragging him somewhere. He struggled and squirmed, but they're strong.
"How dare you?!"
"You dirty peasant!"
"You piece of trash!"
"Stay away from our Prince Noctis!"
XOXO
They pushed him. He began falling, then. It was painful - the concrete stairs seemed forever.
He finally landed. His body aching viciously. A sob escaped him, but that hurt, too.
He somehow sat up, hissing in pain. He hugged his knees, then. He felt alone - vulnerable, confused, and disoriented.
"Son?"
"Please pick me up."
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"I … I can't explain now."
"Okay, I'm coming."
"Thanks … "
XOXO
His father finally came. He felt safe and relieved.
His old man didn't feel the same way. The elderly businessman looked furious. What parent wouldn't be, though?
"What happened, Prompto? Who hurt you?"
"It's okay, dad."
"What are you talking about? This is not okay."
"I guess you're right, but you can't do anything about it."
"What do you mean? I can try talk to the principal about this."
"It's no use, dad."
"What are you saying, son? Why can't I help you?"
"You can't fight against nobles. They're powerful. They can get away with anything."
"That's true. But, I can't have you around those types of people. So, I'm transferring you to a new school."
"At this point, I don't mind."
"I'm glad you understand, son. Now let me help you into the car."
XOXO
The drive home was quiet. His father would sigh from time to time, like he wanted to say something.
"What is it, dad?"
"I've been thinking, son. These nobles bully you because you're friends with Prince Noctis, right?"
"Yeah."
"Don't you think you should stop being friends with him, then?"
"Dad … "
"I'm just trying to look out for you, son. It's not safe for people like us to mingle with nobility."
"I know, I know."
"Don't you get it, son? You'll only keep getting hurt if you continue being friends with Prince Noctis."
"He's my best friend … "
"You'll make friends at your new school. I have no doubt about it. Now I want you to promise me that you won't be friends with Prince Noctis anymore."
"I promise you … "
XOXO
His mother cried, mascara running already down her face.
He hugged her, wiping her tears away, trying to comfort her. It was futile, though.
She found her voice. She began lecturing him, then.
"I know Prince Noctis is sweet, but you must stay away from him."
"Mom, I - "
"Don't you understand? It's for your own good."
"Of course, I understand, but - "
"I can't keep seeing you like this. My heart can't take it."
"I'm so sorry … "
"Don't apologize, Prompto. It's not your fault. I'm your mom. I'm supposed to worry about you."
"I promise I won't make you worry anymore."
"You're such a good boy. That's why I made your favorite meal."
"Thanks, mom."
XOXO
His uniform was dirty.
It was torn as well - rips here and there, but he wouldn't be needing his old uniform ever again. After all, Prompto was transferring to a new school.
A nerve-wracking thing to do, but Prompto will be much safer at his new school. His parents won't have to worry anymore about him, either. This was an ideal situation for everyone, except his best friend.
He clutched the sink, with his phone vibrating away. He didn't answer the texts, just continued staring at himself in the bathroom mirror.
Noctis [6:30 PM] : Did you finish your homework? Let's play King's Knights!
Noctis [6:35 PM] : You didn't finish your homework, did you?
Noctis [6:45 PM] : We should hang out on Saturday. I don't have any Citadel business.
Noctis [6:50 PM] : Are you okay, Prom? Am I bothering you?
Noctis [6:55 PM] : Sorry!
XOXO
He turned the water on.
He sighed and shut his eyes. The hot water felt nice, especially on his battered and bruised body. There were purplish patches everywhere on him - arm, chest, back, and thighs.
He had taken pictures of them all, just in case his bullies tried to deny harming him. They were evidence - documentation of the abuse he had suffered at their hands.
His phone vibrated again, then. It was his best friend.
Noctis [7:35 PM] : I was being selfish, wasn't I?
Noctis [7:39 PM] : You must be tired.
Noctis [7:42 PM] : Goodnight, Prom. Sweet dreams.
Noctis [7:44 PM] : I'll see you later.
XOXO
He still ignored the text messages.
He hated doing so, but he had no other choice. If he continued communicating with Noctis, then his bullies would hurt him again.
It's for his own good. Perhaps for Noctis' own good as well. They're worlds apart, anyway. They're different in every way possible, even to the tiniest of details.
As a crown prince, Noctis could be friends with anyone. He wasn't worried about Noctis, then. He knew Noctis could take care of himself, especially because Noctis is a lot stronger than him.
"You've been in there for a while. Are you okay, sweetheart?"
"I'm fine, mom."
"It's getting late. You should start getting ready for bed soon."
"Yeah, I will."
"That's my good boy."
XOXO
He lay in bed.
His mother sat beside him. She stroked his hair, brushing golden locks away from his eyes. It was comforting - reminded him of his childhood, when his parents overprotective tendencies were the most prominent.
A yawn slipped from in-between his lips. His mother chuckled and leaned down - planting a kiss on his forehead, just before wishing him a goodnight and turning the lights off.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
"Goodnight, Prompto. I hope you sleep well."
"Night, mom."
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