"Retirement may be an ending, a closing, but it is also a new beginning." Catherine Pulsifer
Alvin doesn't quite remember his childhood.
Honestly though, he doesn't really want to.
There's a part of him that wants to roll back time so that he could relive the good parts, but he knows that's a stupid thought to have.
The past was the past. Or so he'd like to think.
The man stares up at his ceiling for a moment, looking at the familiar cracks that seem to dance if he's staring too closely before he tears his gaze away. There's a picture, sitting on his desk, one shoddily taken of he as a younger man. He has his arm around a fierce looking young woman with a red ruby gaze and an older looking gentleman who stands slightly to the side, a warm smile on his face.
He can't help but to smile before taking the frame and gently placing it face down on his desk.
"That's another part of my past that should remain there," he mumbles to himself before stretching his limbs. There was paperwork to be done as a merchant, merchandise to be sold, the list just goes on.
He sighs, and then his phone rings. Picking it up, he swipes at the screen, typing in his password with a finger before staring at the caller ID flashing in his face.
Really?
Really?
All that talk about leaving the past behind and yet the past comes rearing its head again?
He's tempted to throw down the rather expensive phone on his desk and call it a day but he's not that childish.
"Hello?" he calls, though he knows perfectly well who it is.
"It's me," that familiar feminine voice floats through the speaker as Alvin pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Well, if it isn't the great Milla Maxwell herself," he says, sarcasm dripping off every word he spoke. The woman behind the call just scoffs lightly. He knows that she knows that his sarcasm meant nothing behind it…though he was still curious as to what she wanted. "Don't you know that it's rude for a previous employer to call their employees after they retired? Usually they just send cards pretending to care."
"If that's what you want, then next time I'll send a card," Milla replies with her usual blunt answer. She hadn't changed a bit. "But right now, I'm pulling you out of retirement."
Wait. Wait what? Pulling him out of retirement? Hell, was that even legal?
"I'll explain when you get the office, the location hasn't changed." She pauses, sounding very proud of herself. "For now, you are a temporary agent of the Xillia Agency once more."
The phone hangs as she abruptly cuts the call, leaving Alvin staring dumbfounded at what just happened. He stares at his paperwork then at his apartment before groaning out loud, reaching out to grab his gun and coat, the gun hanging off his hip. His broadsword would have to stay stashed in the closet for now. What? It's not like he wanted to get stopped by law enforcement for carrying weapons like a huge blade on his back!
"So much for peaceful retirement," he grumbles before he swings open the door then slams it shut. Almost automatically, he locks the door, though he's not even sure how long he'll be gone for. He turns away from his door, then, slowly, makes his way to the elevator to his right. His footsteps echo in the hall as he steps back into his past once more, wondering what Milla Maxwell had pulled him out of retirement for.
Knowing her though, it would be bigger than he'd ever imagine.
Hello! It's been awhile since I posted anything on this account, so, I'm a bit nervous. It's my first foray into the Xillia fandom too, so, glad to be here. The first chapter will be here soon, so look forward to it! I hope you all enjoy~
Dedicated to variable-blast on tumblr for getting me into Xillia in the first place. 3
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