This one's from Tutu

Okay all, you have been waiting diligently and patiently for my next set of stories. Since this is going to be on a game that isn't even out yet, it's going to be really hard to make. If you have any information about the setting or characters that I need to correct in this story, please send me a post message or e-mail. I know how much you guys hate OC's but take a deep breath and please read on, even if the spelling turns you off :] Now let's get this danged party started.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Final Fantasy Versus XIII, it belongs to Square-Enix.

Jun, 8, 2009

Deer Diarie,

Todai is my seveenteeth birdai. My mommy gat me thes 'jornal' su i can c if my bran is inproofin or not. i lave my mom. She is verie nerchuring and nice two eforee one she meats in here soing shop. My dad trid two teech me how two do basick algeebrah todai, but i didn't gat it. i didn't gat it at al. i gues he gat mad and went outside. Wel i em getin tire. i wil rite agan twomarrow.

Accalia puts away her 'diarie', stretches her arms which raises the arms ayes of her thin pink sweater, crawls under her quilt even though it is about one hundred degrees outside and naps. She didn't mean to write like this, it was the best she could do. It was only her and her parents who knew she had a rare disease named Repulsa, where as her knowledge couldn't extend as far as others. No one else could tell that she had this disease though. Even if she was unbelievably pale in a city such as Cocoon, talked slower than most, and often got lost in the streets when walking alone, no one would have suspected her to be a victim of such a disease.

Beyond her bedroom door was a hard-working mother named Natalee. After rinsing the dishes, she slumped back onto a wooden rocking chair. It had barely peaked noon and yet she was so tired already. Resting on the chair for ten minutes, she subsequently went in her Accalia's room to check on her daughter. Inside, she saw a female with her light brown hair slobbering all over her pillow, arms flailing everywhere, and her body half dropping off the small bed. Natalee smiled, and thought, 'I have the most adorable daughter ever' and closed the door ever so slightly not to wake up Accalia.

While Natalee crossed the hallway, she saw Marcellus, her husband that isn't much of a father…or a husband.

"So…" Marcellus slurred. "where is our kook of a daughter?"

Natalee's face hardened immediately. "Sleeping. What do you expect? For her to still be trying in her studies? You made her wake up at dawn, and try at math problems she had never seen before. Then if she asks you for help, you just snarl at her and tell her that she is part of the Quintin family, and she should try herself, not ask others for help."

Marcellus' blood-shot eyes quickly rose to Natalee's. "This…is how people learn. But I guess since your daughter can't learn like that, she's not good enough to be like other people."

Natalee widened her eyes in fury. "My daughter? You mean our daughter. Remember? Oh wait…you've been drinking. Thus alcohol has ruined your personality and brain. It's pretty stupid how you're insulting our daughter."

Being so enraged, he had taken the nearest pottery and threw it at the marble floor, smashing it into a million pieces. It was a piece made by Accalia back when she was only 6 years young. "Only remarkable people are allowed to take under the Quintin name. So that means that your daughter and yourself aren't allowed to be in my family." Marcellus stated that statement with a sneer, feeling victorious.

Natalee had gasped of the scene. There were times when he had assaulted her with vicious verbal insults, but never has he gone this far. "well then…don't be in this family."

"HAH! I never thought you would have said it!"

"Go and pack your belongings."

"I don't need to pack them, you need them more than I do! Go sell them for money, I don't want you both to die here of poverty just because I left you." Marcellus had then slammed the door, shaking the entire house.

At a time like this, it had taken all of control Natalee's control not to run after him and murder him. She stared down at the colorful what used-to-be vase. Natalee hadn't realized that the noise had woken up Accalia.

"Hey, mom!" Accalia said cheerfully, unaware of what had just happened.

"Hi darling…are you still sleepy?"

"Not anymore…I just heard all this noise- WHOA! WHO BROKE MY VASE?!"

"Oh!" Natalee hadn't realized that her daughter had seen the evidence from the argument, trying to cover it up, she said, "it was just me being clumsy…I accidentally knocked it over while I was cleaning. I'm sorry…will you forgive me?" said Natalee in a light mood.

"Of course mom! A little piece of art like this isn't worth getting mad at you." Accalia then let out a huge grin.

Glad that her daughter hadn't gotten a clue about recently, Natalee decided to switch to another topic. "Why don't you go to Caius' house today? He hadn't seen you in nearly a week. I'm sure he'd be happy to see you"

"Oh sure!" Caius was a good friend of Accalia, he stood by her side whenever people were bullying her, gave her helpful advices, and always offered his home to her. Accalia used her fingers to brush the ruffled mess on top of her head, though only making it slightly better. "I'll go right now!" She opened the door and closed it gingerly, then skipped across the crowded street, unintentionally bumping into others, but always yelled out a sorry to the people she knocked over. Accalia daydreamed while she slowly galloped across the pedestrians, smiling at all the good times that Caius and her had. He was truly her friend- and someone she liked.

WHOO! That took LONG to type! No worries everyone, I'm going to add Noctis ;] but please, review this story and I'll think about continuing it.