I watched First Strike several times, which gave us... tiny amounts of information and glorious music.

and then I went through Photobucket looking for Vesperia images.

And i found a cute one of little Flynn shaking a little Yuri, Yuri looking beaten up and Flynn rather clean.

And I decided... I needed to fic. and I showed it to Blaze0010, and he agreed. So, now we have this..

This is a companion, flashback, series to Symphony of the Brightest Star. Hense why the name is similar. Expect some things to be from First Strike, and some one from Symphony.

And expect much randomness.

I don't own Vesperia, Vesperia First Strike, nor Symphonia. This is the only time i shall tell you so, for I am a lazy college student.

Zaiphas Lower Quarter was never completely clean, but the steady rain definitely helped it look clean. But the pink water stain from a box in the edge of an alley wasn't completely normal either. The stain gets ever redder as one approaches the box. It seemed like it was...blood. A boy stops, blinking. He slowly edges towards the box, flipping it over. A dark haired boy grunts as he's pitched on his side, and blinks open grey-eyes to stare blearily up. The rain washed that pink water away from him, and there were visible cuts and bruises through his rough, torn and well worn clothes. The blond blinks, shocked.

"H-Hey!" He grabs the dark-haired boy's shoulders. "A-Are you okay?"

The other boy grunts a little, and weakly shoves away Flynn's hand. "You.. come ta pick on me too?" He mumbles. "Just.. wanna place ta sleep..."

"...I don't want to pick on you." Flynn says, grabbing the boy's arm. "And you're coming with me."

"Ow! Hey! Ow!" The boy yelps, struggling to sit up so Flynn wasn't pulling on his arm so much. "Hey! What gives!" He's more awake now.

"C'mooooon. You're hurt. My mother has a healing Blastia." The dark purple-y haired boy mumbles something, trying to gingerly tug his arm back. "I'm not leaving you." He looks serious.

"I can't pay for it." the injured boy mutters, tugging again. "Lemme go."

"Who said anything about paying?"

"Isn't that what you need for anything?" He continues to tug a little his own arm back. "Money's what you gotta give to get anything, isn't it?"

"...You're still coming with." Flynn says.

"Ow." The boy says pointedly, staring at his arm.

Flynn stops. "Y-Your arm..."

"Hurts." the boy grumbles. It's also sort of caked dirty, and bruised brightly under that. "Lemme go." It also looked like he might have a bit more of bruising as a problem.

"Your arm. Its broken! You need healing. Nooooow!"

"Then let it go and grab the other one so it stops hurting!" the boy complains.

"Fine." Flynn does just that. And the other boy grumbles things that Flynn's mother would use soap in his mouth if she heard, and gets painfully to his feet. He only hisses, though, and stares belligerently at Flynn once he's on his feet. Flynn gets behind the boy, shoving him. "You have a foul mouth..."

"Yeah, so?" the boy mumbles, hissing a little as Flynn shoved him, and giving tiny hisses as he walked.

They soon reach a house, Flynn directing the boy inside. "Moooom! Someone's hurt!" The boy stands there, dripping, as a honey-brunette woman calls back.

"Someone? Flynn, you shouldn't just-" She rounds the corner and catches sight of the other boy. "Oh! You're soaking wet! Flynn, get a towel!" She pauses, eyeing the boy, who shifted uncomfortably. "On second thought, get a towel to dry up after him. He's taking a bath first." The boy's eye's widen to huge.

"Mom! We need your Blastia. I think his arm's broken..."

"I'll take care of that." Flynn's mom says. "But for other things, he'll need to be clean, and a bath's the best way to do that." She reaches out and lightly touches said broken arm. The bother boy tries not to twitch too much when lights flit about him and his arm twitches.

"Rain's a good'nuff bath." the boy mutters sullenly.

Flynn folds his arms. "Nuh-huh. Rain's more dirty."

"Better than water from the sewer." the boy retorts.

"Why are you using that?" Flynn's mother checks for other broken bones by lightly patting him and listening for hisses. "The fountain's for water." The boy looks sullen.

"Do you have a place to stay?" Flynn asks. And his expression closes off even further in a little grey-eyed glare at Flynn. Flynn's mother pretends not to notice as she heals him again.

"Oh..." Flynn looks a bit embarrassed. "Uh... I'm Flynn...?" He hesitantly offers his hand.

The boy's expression remains sour. "Don't ask me." The boy's tone was irritable and prickly. Flynn blinks and then his own expression sours.

"If you want more than broth and bread after your bath, you better be polite." Flynn's mom pokes the boy in the side. His expression brightens then flickers and returns to an attempt at indifference. his eyes had brightened though.

"... Yuri... Lowell." he mumbles. A knight pauses, a hand moving to open the gate. He's staring at the trio in the garden, blinking in puzzlement.

"DAD!" Flynn forgot the grumpy Yuri and ran over to the knight. Yuri turned about, blinking, and then he goes a little paler as his grey eyes go wider.

The knight gets distracted slightly. "Hey, Flynn." He then looks up at Yuri. "And why is there a thief in our garden?" Yuri's eyes are wide and he looks like he's going to bolt, but stays put because he can't see an escape route.

"A thief?" Flynn's mother blinks.

"Yeah. He doesn't steal much. Just bread and gels." He sighs. "And I'm off duty now, so I don't really care."

"...not so mean ova old man now." Yuri mumbles, watching the knight still.

"Flynn brought him home." Flynn's mother sighs. "He had three cracked ribs, one broken one, and his arm was broken too." Yuri pretends they aren't talking about him. Flynn is still hugging his dad's leg. The knight just walks in as though this is normal.

"Wow...What happened?" He says, directing the question to Yuri.

Yuri blinks a little, looking confused. "Someone got mad I was using his front porch to sleep. And even madder when I bit him for kicking me. So he got friends when I moved."

The man shakes his head. "That's ridiculous..."

"I mighta kicked him in the balls too." Yuri mutters.

Flynn's mother clips him across the back of the head. "Less of that talk, young man. Or I'll wash your mouth out as well as your body."

Yuri holds his head. "Ow." Flynn watches all of this from his vantage point on his dad's boot. He blinks.

"Well, come on then." Flynn's mother has a good enough grip on Yuri's arm to pull him into the house. Yuri grumbles a little and hisses once or twice, but he follows soggily. Flynn's dad takes off his boots on the doorstep.

The one with Flynn on it caves under his weight, the boy face-planting with a muffled "Ow." Yuri manages to give a tiny crooked smile that was a baby sarcastic smirk.

"Are you smirking?"

"No." Yuri says, dragging it out. "I was not." Flynn's mom had left him there, and Yuri was watching the Knight a little tiny bit warily yet.

"Were too!" Flynn protests

"Was not." Yuri fakes indignation.

"You were too!" Flynn persists.

"Not." Yuri retorts.

Flynn's dad lets this go on for a few minutes before standing, walking over and clonking both of them across the head. "Stop it."

"Ow." Yuri mutters. He peeks out from under a hand at the knight, then over at Flynn. "I got hit because of you." He accuses.

"You were the one denying it." Flynn retorts.

"Enough!" Flynn's dad says in a final tone. "Noelle...Are you ready yet?"

"Nearly, Finas, just make sure he doesn't mess up the rugs." Yuri watches Finas for a moment, then sticks his tongue out at Flynn when his dad wasn't looking. Flynn does the same, folding his arms and turning away.

"Don't need a bath." Yuri mutters, scowling.

"Ready!" Noelle calls from the other room.

Finas picks Yuri up by the collar. "Yes. You do." Yuri yelps and flails, before shoving his hands to keep his collar from being tight under his chin.

"Lemme go! I'm clean 'nough!"

"Are not." Finas says, starting to walk.

"Am too!" Yuri protests, wriggling.

"Are no...I'm not doing this!" Finas growls.

"Am too!" Yuri wriggles, and then throws his arms up and drops out of his shirt. And he does need the bath, or a ton of cleaning before cuts are healed. he sticks his tongue out and tries to dart barefoot away. Flynn suddenly pounces the boy.

Finas then takes this opportunity to pick Yuri up by his left leg, holding the skin. "You're having a bath, Mr. Lowell."

Yuri flails, but then stops. "... dizzy." he mutters. "... head rush..."

Finas quickly walks into th bathroom and dumps Yuri into the warm, soapy water. "Done."Yuri splutters and yelps and tries to get back out.

"Stings!" he gasps out. "Yer tryin' ta kill me!" It's at this point Noelle takes over, starting to finish undressing Yuri. "Crazy woman! Lemme go!" Yuri flails and tries to get away. "Stings! Yer tryin' ta drown me!" Noelle seems to be getting more and more annoyed at the flailing boy. "Murder!" Yuri wails, still trying to escape. "Muuuurrrdeeeerr! Ow! Ow! Ow!"

The Blastia on Noelle's wrist glows. "Bind!" Yuri cuts off mid word and in a facial position, and he sinks under the remaining bubbles. Noelle grabs him, bringing him up, starting to scrub the boy clean. Flynn and Finas have been watching, sweat-dropping.

"He likes to make a fuss, huh, dad?"

"You don't know the half of it, son..." Yuri manages to convey his indignation through his eyes alone. Once the boy is clean, Noelle removes the spell. Yuri gags and spits the remains of soapyness from his mouth, before scrambling out.

Finas dumps some clothes beside the boy. "Dry up. Here's some of Flynn's spare clothes." Noelle hands him a towel, and stares at him as if to say "if you don't dry right, I'm going to dry you." Yuri reads this correctly and does a fair job drying, although he completely ignores his hair. And Noelle promptly grabs the towel, drying the hair off. Yuri poofs out. Yuri grumbles, his roughly shoulder length hair sticking out horribly.

"Not... cool.." he mutters, trying to push it down. Flynn bursts out laughing. Even Finas smirks slightly before turning and taking his son with him. Yuri manages to keep his definitely dark purple hair from being an afro, but it still sticks out quite a bit. He grumbles, then gives Noelle a look. "Am I to your standards, Ma'am." it's sarcastic.

Noelle starts roughly brushing his hair. "I wouldn't put up with this if Flynn didn't like you.!"

Yuri wails and tries to fend her off again. "Crazy woman with a brush! Help!"

"Done." Yuri's hair is back to normal, if clean and distinguishable in color beyond 'dark'. "Get dressed. I'll start with dinner." Her Blastia glows, and the remainder of Yuri's wounds heal up. Yuri mutters that he half expects Noelle to dress him for him, after all she's already done, but does quickly dress himself. Flynn and Finas are sitting at the table. Flynn is reading something, but looks up when Yuri enters, smiling. Finas is tamping down tobacco in his pipe. He brings his Blastia up, causing it to glow and light the pipe. Yuri stares blankly at Flynn since he looked up when he came in. He's shuffling a little awkwardly.

Flynn blinks. "Hi."

"..." Yuri stares at him. "... Hi." Noelle bustles about the kitchen.

They're... around 6-7. yeah.