Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy. If I would I'd be rich.
A/N: I'm obsessing over Yazoo at the moment. I can't help it, he's just so gorgeous.
I don't really know much about his personality. Gah.
I'll just give it a shot. :D
Undefined
Chapter One: The Beginning
"I'm sorry, Jade." His voice startled her, bringing her back to the harsh reality. It was as if this was all just a horrible nightmare she would wake from eventually. But this was real.
Maybe she shouldn't have been so foolish, thinking she could save them was useless and only tore her apart from the inside.
But she had hoped they would get better.
But they didn't.
The healer – also her best friend – shook his head in defeat.
"We have done everything in our power to – "
"No."
Miserably he looked at his best friend. Her usually neatly combed black hair was a mess, her piercing blue eyes didn't shone like they used to do. She was shattered into pieces, all because of that.
Geostigma.
He hated to admit the fact that they couldn't heal the people who suffered from it, neither could they save his best friend's siblings – the only family she had left in the world.
"Jade, I..." He couldn't finish his sentence because the black haired girl flung herself at him, crying softly.
"Go home, Jade." He softly stroked her hair, looking down at her tiny frame. "Get some rest."
She nodded softly, her cheek pressed up against the white fabric of his coat. Slowly the girl let go and wiped her tears. She looked miserable.
When Jade entered her home she was greeted by a deadly silence. She had silently hoped that one of her siblings would run in her direction, laughing happily to see her home.
But that didn't happen. It was impossible.
They were dead.
The black haired lady entered the kitchen, even though she wasn't hungry she wanted to prepare something. It was a way of distracting herself – she needed to do stuff to keep herself sane.
She opened the refrigerator and got out an egg. She was going to make a simple salad, with egg, tomatoes, pickles and lettuce.
Sounded nice to her.
First she'd boil the eggs, and in the meantime she'd cut the lettuce. She poured some water in a pan, put it on the stove and waited for the water to cook.
Then she gently slipped the eggs in it, using a spoon to keep them whole.
She washed the lettuce carefully, she had to get all the sand out of it. When she was satisfied she cut the vegetable in half, took one half and started to slice it into smaller parts. Then the other half followed.
She put the small pieces of lettuce in a bowl, and then she started cutting the pickles and put the small bits in the bowl, too.
The tomatoes were small – cherry tomatoes to be exact – she wouldn't cut them, just wash, which she started doing immediately.
She put them in the bowl with the pickles and lettuce.
The eggs were done boiling, so she poured the hot water into the sink, keeping the eggs in place with the same spoon she used for slipping them in.
Then she poured ice cold water over them, cooling them off a bit. She never liked warm eggs in a salad.
When she was okay with the temperature she peeled the eggs, and cut them in slices. These also ended up in the same bowl as the tomatoes, lettuce and pickles.
She placed the bowl on the table, but didn't eat from it.
"I prepared too much for one person," she mumbled softly, watching the bowl with empty eyes. Her hands were still clamped around the white porcelain, not intending to let go.
She had nothing left to live for, no one left to care for. She felt so useless; unable to save her loved ones. Why was she still living? She idly wondered why she wasn't infected with the Geostigma, but shook the thought off again.
She couldn't wail in self-pity. She was lucky to be alive.
Lucky...
Maybe, this only time, she despised being lucky. The sun was standing high in the sky, normally she'd enjoy it, but now it seemed as if the big orb of light was glaring at her. Laughing at her, maybe.
She wanted to go outside. Inside she felt captured by memories, as if she was fading far away from herself. She did not like that feeling.
She was dressed in a lolita like dress. Frilly and black, elegant and doll-like. She adored it. It made her feel cute and pretty. She wore over knee black stockings with black lace and schoolgirl like shoes with high heels. Her long black hair was flipped to a side, partially covering her forehead. The remaining hair was pulled back into two ponytails, which were slightly curly at the ends.
Jade strolled outside, her eyes squeezing half shut because of the stinging sunlight. The streets were crowded, too crowded for her liking.
She wasn't a fan of busy places, so she decided to go for a walk, ignoring the sick people on the sidewalk.
A particular building caught her attention; the library. There she could find her sanctuary. She loved to be swept away by fascinating stories. It was as if she was actually experienced the events when she read.
She loved it.
The library was medieval themed; tall, dark bookcases filled the large stone building. At first she felt intimidated by it, but now it felt like she was coming home after a long journey. She felt welcome. The smell of old boos infiltrated her nose and calmed her senses. She wanted to forget. Slowly she strolled past the dark wooden bookcases, her eyes fixed on a particular part of the library. She didn't like modern novels, no, she'd much rather read an ancient book. Those were truly interesting. Legends, fairy-tales and mythical creatures. As long as she could forget.
The library was fairly empty, which relieved her. But then again, the library was mostly empty. Nowadays people didn't like to read that much any more. It had been different once, books had been highly respected sources of entertainment, but now there was a thing called tv.
Jade's fingers slid over the backs of the books, until she found what she was looking for. One pale slender hand pulled the book away from the shelve, while the other flung it open. Ah, the smell was wonderful. Hundreds of people had touched the pages, hundreds of eyes had read the words on them. The thought only calmed her. She looked for a place to sit, the nearest place would be the sofa.
Someone else was occupying it, though. A man with sleek silver hair, holding a black book. He didn't seem to notice her, for he seemed absorbed in the book.
She couldn't see his eyes clearly, because he had his head turned downwards. The man was wearing black leather pants and a skin tight black t-shirt.
Slowly Jade approached him. Yes, she could find another spot to read, but she loved sitting on the red soft cushions of the sofa. Or maybe she was just dying to converse with someone new.
"Excuse me?" The silence was split by her voice rising up in the air. The silver haired man looked up, his cat like eyes piercing her soul. She felt a knot tighten in her chest... his eyes, they were so strange. Almost hypnotizing.
"Yes...?" His voice was low and sultry. He spoke slowly, almost carefully.
"Would you mind if I took a seat next to you?" Jade asked, smiling slightly. It had been a while since a smile volunteered to play upon her features. It was as if the library brought her in another dimension, with new feelings and different standards.
The silver haired man gave her a smile which send chills down her spine. "Of course you can," he responded, before he fixed his gaze back to the book he was reading.
Jade sat down next to the person, since it was like a loveseat sofa they sat fairy close. But she kept her distance and opened the book, flipped the foreword page and started reading the story.
The waves of silence crashed down on her as she was pulled into a world of fantasy. She was so captivated in the book that she didn't hear the silver haired man speak up to her, nor did she notice that he had put his book down to look at her.
A tap on her shoulder made her look up – startled. "W-What?" The man smirked at her, making her raise both her eyebrows.
"I asked what you were reading," he said, the smirk never leaving his perfect face.
"Oh..." She replied, dumbly. "I'm reading Demons."
He gave a small acknowledging nod. She felt so inferior to his persona. Suddenly she realized that she didn't even know who this stranger was. Out of politeness she extended her hand for him to shake, which he didn't. He just stared at her. Slowly she dropped her arm back to where it was, puzzled. When he didn't say anything she returned to her book.
"My name is Yazoo." He said slowly, as if reading her thoughts. She turned her head to look at him, but he had also retreated to his book.
"I am Jade." She turned a page to continue reading. Out of the corner of her eyes she noticed that he nodded again.
Both of them didn't pay that much attention to each other, every now and then they'd exchange a few words, but that was it. Jade was captivated by his beauty, he seemed almost unearthly. The way he moved – so gracefully – was hypnotizing. His fingers slid over the pages delicately, his eyes focussed on the letters which were spread over it.
She had a feeling she'd never see this strange man again.
Yazoo.
Silently she got up, her dress making more sound than she did. The silver haired man looked up, hit catlike eyes watching her movements.
"Do you come here often?"
Jade nodded silently, looking back at Yazoo. A small smile graced his features, it made him look beautiful. But also something eerie radiated from him, something she couldn't quite place. She shrugged the feeling off as she walked towards the shelve where she had gotten the book from, gently putting it back on it's place.
As she walked back she passed Yazoo, who merely stared at her.
She couldn't get him out of her head. He was just so... so beautiful, he seemed to possess something what attracted her. Secretly she wished to see him again. Perhaps in the library, or perhaps someplace else.
The streets were less busy than before, most people had gone back into their homes, while some people were still lingering in the streets. The sick people send her empty stares. When the Geostigma just appeared she cared, but now... How could she save them?
As she opened the front door to the two storey high house memories flooded back. She remembered. Her fingertips grazed along the doorknob, before shutting it.
Silence.
Would anyone have called her? She walked over to the telephone, pressing the 'play' button on the receiver.
One missed call.
Her breath got caught in her throat as the familiar voice echoed through the living room. It wasn't a call from today, oh no.
"Hey sis, I'm going to eat dinner at – " Desperately she sought the 'stop' button. She didn't want to hear, anymore. Tears welled up in her eyes. She could still hear the cheery voice of her little brother ring in her ears. Why didn't she hear this before? She was such an idiot.
Delete.
No more memories.
How she got upstairs she didn't remember. How het clothes changed she didn't remember, either. All she knew was that she wanted to sleep. Close her eyes and forget. She was tired, so tired. Slowly she shut her clear blue eyes and entered a dreamless slumber.
A/N: Okaaaay. Please review and stuff, I'd like to know what you think so far! :D
I'm already writing the second chapter.