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The story starts off in a random, unspecified time during the main story of Final Fantasy XII, where we find our party of Vaan, Fran, and Penelo training in the Westersands. --
It was late October. The autumn air was rather dry in the Westersands, with the occasional chilly breeze to breathe life back into it. Vaan, along with his stern-and-always-serious companion Fran, and his childhood friend Penelo, had just arrived at a southern area of the sands, when they spotted a large wild saurian in the distance.
"This one is mine!" Fran said confidently; without a trace of hesitation in her voice.
Vaan admired her bravery in the face of such a fearsome beast.
"Are you sure you are going to be okay fighting it alone?" Penelo asked. She always had a way of showing how she cared for everyone.
"Do not fret, hume. I will be fine." Fran said back.
"Well, that's that, I suppose." Vaan said, as he crossed his hands and put them on top of his head. Fran immediately took out her spear from it's clip on a harness around her waist and dashed towards the saurian. Vaan couldn't help but stare at her nice, smooth ass and her wide hips as she ran off. He tried to hide a blush as Penelo peered over at him.
"Is something wrong, Vaan?" she said in her usual peppy voice.
"Eheh...no. It's nothing." He replied, rather red in the face as his fantasies ran wild. "What I wouldn't give..." he thought to himself.
His thoughts were interrupted by the loud sound of the wild saurian's final roar, as it collapsed to the baked earth, it made a loud thud. Fran, heaving from out of breath, stood there basking in her small victory.
"Well done!!" Penelo shouted, jumping up and down like a cheerleader.
Vaan's eyes caught Penelo's chest as she jumped up and down, noticing how her small and not-yet developed chest bounced ever so slightly. "Oh jeez, now they're both tormenting me!" He thought in his mind. Good thing he was holding a shield, which covers things up quite nicely.
Vaan, Penelo, and Fran trekked back to Rabanastre; exhausted of all the training they were doing that day. The city always was inviting and full of busybodies and just life in general. It always seemed to lift the spirits.
"Shall we retire to the hotel?" Fran inquired while striding in front of the other two. She noticed quite a good bit of humes were passing elongated glances her way. She didn't care. The only one who's glance she wanted was-
"VAAN!!" Penelo shouted, pointing like a hyperactive little girl at a nearby kiosk full off strange fruits and oddities.
"It's the acclaimed banana-berry! I've been wanting to try one for MONTHS!" She shouted as she abruptly stopped and took out her gil purse, without a second thought.
"Uh..Well I guess it's okay. It's your gil afterall!" He said, scratching the back of his head. Sometimes Vaan just didn't feel like he had much of a personality...
Fran impatiently stopped her powerwalk and stood a little ways off, peering at some doves that had landed in the middle of the square.
"Okay, missie, that'll be 250 gil..." An old man with a straw hat said, with a smoking pipe in his mouth, blowing a smoke ring at Penelo, making her cough.
"Ach..okay, um, here ya go.." She said through gagging, handing him the gil and taking the vine of yellow berries.
They then kept on their way to the hotel.
"What is a banana-berry?" Fran asked rather confused.
"Well, it's berries that taste like bananas! And they're yellow too!" Penelo answered back, popping a few in her mouth.
"What is a banana?" Fran asked, even more confused than before.
"Well..uh...Vaan, you mind explaining this one?" Penelo said, too occupied with her delicious treat. As she bit into one, the juice slid down her lip and dripped off her chin.
"Tee hee..." She said as she licked it off of herself as best as she could.
Now these girls were TRYING to mess with him, he was sure!
Fran had given up on getting an explanation as Vaan was just walking with a daydreaming stare. They finally arrived at the hotel and walked into the entrance. The doors were propped open by some rocks to let the nice weather into the lobby.
"Welcome to the Rabanastre Prima Suites! How long will you be staying with us, sir?" The middle-aged man with dusty red hair asked.
"Just one night. We're leaving for Bhujerba in the morning. And give us one room with three beds, please" He said (although he'd already entertained the idea of one bed far too much that day.)
"Certainly, Mr...-
"Vaan"
"Mr. Vaan; there is a room already available. It is on the second floor, room 4. Have a nice stay at the R.P.S.!" He said with a little too much enthusiasm.
"Vaan..." Fran thought as she glanced over at him. His light golden hair was ruffled as a light wind entered the lobby. He looked over at Fran and noticed her staring at him, and he smiled. The combination of his smile, and the chilly breeze gave Fran goosebumps all up her neck.
Would he ever know of her true feelings? Would she ever have the confidence to tell him how she desired him and his hume body; a body that had been sculpted to near-perfection by his endless training? Maybe this night she would share her feelings...Just maybe...
Stay tuned for chapter 2! Please review as well!!