(Shirou)Yami: Well then, this is my first very own Fanfiction so be nice on me. It's gonna get the main pairing Riku/Sora or Axel/Roxas, not sure of that yet.
The rating right now teen, but since my talents lie with yaoi, it'll probably go up in later chapters. Also, I'll warn you, the parental couples are all hetero (meaning normal man-woman relationships) but there are only two straight people in the younger ones. Who? That'll be clear later in the story.
Now then, since hardly anyone reads A/N's I'm gonna write..:
An elderly man sat down at the table and overlooked the huge amount of blank envelopes in the box in front of him. Then he looked at an article in the newspaper from two weeks ago that was placed on the table. He could dream the words in it by now. It read:
Lulu's last dream.
The world famous architect Lulu Vidina was known for her strange obsession for wanting to know what as going to happen to the building she designed.
In the last three years, she used her fortune and talent to design a building for herself, and three days ago it was finally completed. An enormous, round building with ten living homes in it, a swimming pool in and out, a cinema in the enormous round roof, and almost all the facilities you'd ever want. Traverse Twilight.
Sadly, the architect was never able to see the complete building for she, as was big news, passed away five days ago, two days before.
She left her dream in the hands of her husband, the use of the building that she designed. And now, Mr Auron Vidina has told us what it is. His wife had wanted ten random picked families to live there, as one big family, people who could trust each other, even if they came from different parts of the world, completely different circumstances.
Mr Vidina is going to pick ten families to live there, but you'll have to sent in you names yourself.
So, here is how it goes, you sent your name, the amount of males and females in your family, the ages and a return address on a white paper in a normal envelope with postage stamp of the normal price it would be to the newspaper with Mr Vidina written in the bottom left of the envelope and we send them to Mr Vidina Who'll pick out ten envelopes and send letters to the lucky ones.
The date of closing for sending in the letters is 13 days from now.
For an article on the building and details on the rules look at page 4.
Auron Vidina looked lovingly at the picture of his wife that was on the table. "I'll fulfil your dream Lulu, I promise. His fingers touched the face in the picture, and one tear slid out of the man's eyes.
Then he turned towards the box, the ten letters on which only the names and house numbers had to be filled in, which the ten families his hands would fish out of the box would receive, clutched in his right hand.
Doubts filled the man's head, had he mixed the letters good enough? It would be unfair if the people who had sent their letter the first or the last would get the homes. But he had thrown them on the floor this morning and thrown them back in the box after, so there was nothing of order left. If Lulu were here, she'd have told him he was being paranoid. Then again, if Lulu was here, she would be the one to do this.
His left hand dove in the pile and took one envelope, and when Auron had finally shoved his doubts aside, he pulled the envelope out of the box and opened it.
It read, in neat letters: Strife, 3 males, 40, 16 and 18 years old, 1 female, 15 years old.
Auron smiled, a lone parent family on his first try. He always had something with getting the problematic ones.
He wrote the address on an unused envelope and put the on beforehand written letter in after writing the name and the number one in it. Then he picked up a smaller box and picked the keys with the number one hanger on it out and slipped is in the envelope before closing it.
His hand went to the box with the envelopes again, this time more confident, looking at the nine letters he'd laid down next to him. He opened the next envelope and looked in it. This time, the writing was messy.
Kisaragi, mother (thirty-nine), father (forty-three), son (sixteen), daughter (fifteen).
Behind the mother and age, a small face giving a peace sign was drawn, giving away that the mother had written it. Behind the father, an old man with a soccer ball was drawn. The son had a flame and the daughter a star.
Auron recognized the name. So they got a former top sporter now too, could things get more interesting?
He wrote their name and number on one of the letters now and slipped the keys with the number two in the envelope, before placing it on top of the first closed envelope.
The next name was drawn out with far more ease. The handwriting was that of a woman.
Leonhart, mother and son, 33 and 16.
A sole mother this time? And a very young one at that. Giving birth to a kid when you're 17 must be harsh.
Once again he placed a letter with added name and number in an envelope, putting the key number three in it and placing it with the other two.
The next one had once again a woman's writing, and held once again, only mother and child's name.
Lockheart, two women, mother and daughter, 36 and 15.
Well, at least getting a child when you're 21 was more natural, was what Auron thought as envelope number four joined the small pile.
The next one had a very curly and official looking handwriting and a very large amount of ages on it.
Crescent, 7 members. Five males, one 39, two 17, one 16, one 14. Two females, one 39, one 15.
A family with a lot of teenagers. Harsh. The more Auron thought about it, the more certain he was that the name Crescent was one he'd heard before. Then his eyes fell on the advertisement in the newspaper. Crescent fashion design. Ah, like that.
While repeating the letter-keys procedure he vaguely wondered why such a rich family would move here while the rules piece in the newspaper clearly had said the building would have to be the main house, since they would probably have some super big mansion of sorts.
The sixth letter held two different handwritings, the first one barely readable and the second one very neat.
Gabbiani, male 21, Lunar, male 24.
Far a second Auron was puzzled until he realised that, judging from their age, they were probably students who lived together. The return address was one of a hotel, he noticed as he wrote it down on the envelope which now hat a pair of keys and a letter in it,
The next one was written in a slender handwriting.
Highwind, Male 45, Female 38, Male 17, Female 15.
Well, that was the first time the father and mother actually had a big age difference. 7 years. Then again, there were only two other families with a mother and a father.
Their envelope became number seven on the heap, ans Auron reached for the next. Three more to go. This one was clearly written in a short time, as everything was scribbled down as short as possible.
Tillmit, F 41+M 16.
Yet another sole mother adding another teenager to the group. Auron picked up the next two letters as soon as the eighth envelope hit the pile with a metallic sound as the keys hit each other through the paper.
He opened them both at the same time, and the room filled with a smell of tropical flowers combined with a hint of roses and it revealed the words written by a woman and a writing that looked like a woman's but wasn't for there were only males at that card.
Gainsborough, males 16, 17 and 39 and a female, 37.
Almasy, 3 boys, 18, 16 and 14.
Auron was surprised with the second one, which he had now identified as the one that smelled of roses, since two of them were minors, how could the three live together and have the same name? Adoption usually took at least a year and eighteen years old were rarely permitted for care of other teens. The only other explaination was, in Auron's mind, that their caretaker ad died when the oldest was already of age and thus took care of his brothers. That theory was scratched when he saw that they too has a hotel address scratched down.
Then it hit him that there were no kids, and no elders, only teenagers and fairly young parents. Fate makes strange decisions.
A blonde man picked the mail from the doormat. He looked through the letters quickly, looking sad as he saw one from his neighbours. He didn't want nor need to open it to know what is was. They wanted them to leave, and as soon as possible.
Then he noticed one that was heavier then the flyers and letters, one that looked like there was something in it.
Slowly putting the other letters down on the small table in the hallway, he peeled the envelope open, pulling out a letter and a set of keys. His eyes widened as he read, a small smile tugging up at the corners of his mouth. He slowly started walking towards the living room, the letter and the keys clutched in his hands. Inside the living room, his oldest son looked up at him in surprise.
"That's the first smile you've had in ages dad, What happened?" The voice of his son snapped him out of his trance and he looked up at the young blonde man. "It seems like fate gave us a second chance Cloud, you should show this to your brother and sister."
When the younger blonde, now revealed as the oldest son in the Strife household, Cloud looked at the letter, his eyes brightened. "I'll tell them to start packing." he said, with a smile only visible in his eyes before walking towards the stairs to inform his younger siblings about the news.
"Sweet!" a small, black haired woman hugged the letter she'd just received over the mail before running into the living room where her husband and kids sat. When their wife/mother came bouncing in, all of them snapped their heads over to the over-active woman who had a wide grin and made a peace sign, which overall meant she had something she wanted to say.
That theory was proved right when she opened her mouth. "My dear redheads, if I might take your attention away from your soccer ball, lighter and phone for a second, because I, the great ninja Yuffi have an announcement to make!"
She pointed over to the article in the newspaper that she had pinned to the wall and then held up the keys with the number two hanging from it. "We are going to move to the house named Traverse Twilight which is not only a beautiful house, but also is far away enough from the city do get my damn husband out of the stress of being a former pro soccer player, so he can finally relax like the doctors told him to and then he can heal because that leg of his annoys me by now."
After Yuffi was done, a silence took over the building and nobody moved until the two youngest redheads both jumped up and started to do a strange victory dance, yelling all the wile.
The woman's heart skipped a beat before a broad grin arose on her face. She took the letter on one hand and the keys in the other before entering her sisters living room. Or more precisely, the living room of her sisters vacation home, which she and her son lived right now.
Her son sat on the couch and was eating a star fruit. She walked over to him and sat down. "Honey, we're going to move again", she announced with a cheerful voice.
Her son's blue eyes immediately snapped from the fruit to his mother. "What? I thought aunt said we could stay until the vacation, if we're only out of sight when she's here! If we're going, then where to? No one wants to take us in and..."
The woman placed a hand on his head, as to silence him or to comfort him. "We got a place for ourselves honey, an own house." She held up the keys with the number three triumphantly. "We were one of the ten families chosen to live in Traverse Twilight."
The brown haired teen was silent for a second before pushing the plate with the fruit away and hugging his mother.
The black haired woman sighed and picked the mail out of the mailbox and making her way over to the living room where she sat down next to her daughter after giving her a kiss on the forehead and exchanging a soft hello. Tifa picked up the first letter to reveal a long letter from an ex she hadn't seen in three years and who would like to regain her friendship.
Her attention was torn away from the long and boring letter when she heard a gasp from the girl who was sitting next to her. Tifa looked over to see if something was wrong when the brown haired girl squealed and threw her arms around her mother. "Look!" she yelled, shoving the letter in ther mother's face who took is and started to read.
It didn't take long before a small smile brightened Tifa's face. "It seems like we can start over." She said to the girl who nodded, geve her mother the keys with number four and made a little dance before stopping and turning to her mother with a serious face. "You got to promise me one thing though, mom."
Tifa rose one slender eyebrow, before nodding and gesturing the girl to go on. "No more men!" The girl yelled, causing them both to erupt in laughter.
"You got that promise, honey. Now let's get some ice cream to celebrate." Tifa started to make her way to the door, followed by the small brunette, and smiled. Things were looking up.
A silver haired woman picked up the single letter in the mailbox. Her face remained emotionless as she read it though she turned on her heels and started to make her way over to the main room, where at this time of the day the family was collected.
A deathly silence hung in the room and no one looked up as the mother came in. The woman broke the silence with one word. "Moving." She held up the letter and the keys as everyone in the room turned their attention to her.
"What did you just say?!" was the first reply, coming from the tall man who sat behind a computer. "Why should we move?" He got a lot of agreeing sounds with that.
"Moving. Family. Broken. Communication!" The woman said. Those were four more words she normally said a day, creating a unbreakable silence. She felt the looks of the twins on her, afraid, her oldest son and daughter both seemed annoyed. The only one seemingly coming to terms witj the idea was the youngest son, seeing as his visible eye was the only one not glaring.
But she knew she had won. If she was determined enough to use more then two or three words in one day, no one could protest. She turned around and walked out of the room, only to turn her head and add two more words. "Pack. Tomorrow."
That was concluding. They would leave tomorrow.
"Ehm, Mr Gabbiani, sir?" The silver haired male turned around when he heard the girl from the hotel counter call out to him.
"How might I help you, beautiful lady" he asked, causing the poor girl to turn as red as a tomato as he plucked the letter out of the hand she held out. "This arrived for you this morning." Se said.
Setzer flashed her a smile and took the letter with him to the room he and his college friend shared.
Once there he plucked his roommate's earphones away from his friend's ears. "We got mail." he slyly informed the other, ignoring the glare he got.
Then he opened the letter, to read it out loud. When he was done a silence fell over the two students, in which you could hear the keys fall when the envelope slipped from Setzer's fingers.
After a few minutes, Setzer broke the silence. "Well, seems like we got ourselves a house buddy."
He didn't need to hear the other's grunt to know the moody male heard him and placed the earlier stolen earphones in his ears, a grin enchanting his face.
"Ahum!!" The blonde family looked up as the mother stood there in the doorway, swinging with some keys. If you would break of your poker game dears? I have something to say."
The cards hastily disappeared in the father's pocket and the son and daughter scooted away, remembering the fight about gambling in the house.
"and Cid, honey, if you'd please remove that stinking cigarette out of my living room right now?" The woman said, still in a scaring sweet tone. The command was immediately obeyed.
After closing the door, the blonde gracefully made her way over to the table placing a sheet of paper with letters on it, for all occupants of the room to read. The keys were put down next to it.
While the clock in the room ticked more loudly then it normally did because everyone was silent, the three read the contents of the letter.
The girl was the first to finish and announced this with a loud scream of joy, yelling "Fa kud y haf rusa!!"
The son grinned broadly and the mother and father rolled their eyes at the strange language. "Fa ghuf, cu crid ib oui eteud!"Cid yelled, successfully shutting his younger sister up. Not for long though, since she felt the need to huff. "You big meany!"
Selphie Tillmit sighed ash she walked into the dirty house. It was cold, was the first thing she thought once inside, before remembering that the heater had broken down that morning. And that it was always cold in the slums of the shadowy city, for the high buildings and skyscrapers never allowed any sunlight in the lower parts.
She saw the blonde hairs of her sun peeking over the edge of the run-down couch and walked over, occasionally jumping because a mouse came to close. "I'm sorry honey, I haven't managed t get a job today either."
The boy jumped up and ran towards his mother with a smile on his face. "Don't worry now, mom, look what the mail man delivered this morning."
It had been a long time since she had seen the blue eyed blonde smile so she was a bit puzzled. Then her eyes fell on the paper he was holding. Her eyes read the words, took them in.
Then she smiled gently. "Well, let's go then." she said. This was a ticket out of hell given to them by an angel, and she wouldn't waste is by staying in the stinking place with all the horrible memories even a second longer.
Aerith read the letter again, for the third time in a row. Then her mouth twitched in a careful smile.
She hid the letter behind her back, together with the keys and walked towards the small hall that connected the three bedrooms before opening all of their doors, making her youngest son look up to her questioning as he stopped playing a song on his guitar midway, her oldest son look up to her from listening music with his headphones and her husband look away from his book.
"We're lucky, sweeties, we're one of the families chosen to live in Traverse Twilight." she said sweetly.
"We're going to be one good family again."
His breath hitched in his throat as he read through the letter the man from the reception had handed him again and again. He felt like his heart stopped, and then he just wanted to laugh.
He thanked the man from the reception as he ran over to the room he and his younger brothers shared and unlocked the door.
Inside, his younger brothers seemed to be wrestling , the middle one having the youngest one in a headlock. They looked up when their brother came in, then looked guilty at the flowerpot that was broken.
For a second he felt like being angry, but then he knew he was way to happy to be angry. He walked over to the flowerpot and placed the flower in a new pot with some fresh soil and water, his younger brothers watching him in silence, wondering why he wasn't angry yet.
When he was done, he spoke up. "Seif, please let our little brother get some air." The middle brother let go of the younger one a bit to sudden, making the fourteen years old tumble on the ground.
"Guys, we got ourselves a house."
The grins were unmistakable and the brothers were soon in a hug. It had been to long since they had spoken that sentence. They had a house, and not just some slum house, a real place to go home to.
Yami: Allrightys, that was hard. Especially all the names cuz I had to fill the spaces in between.
Now, a small contest ! Oh joy. Take a guess who is who!! Like, it's obvious that Cloud's the18 years old strife, but can you guess who Roxas, Tidus Or Axel are? And who's Tifa's daughter? Seifer's brothers? The entire Crescent family? Though the last ones are kind of obvious... hehe. Oh, and I'll do a request for the one who can figure where I got the name Crescent from. - Ill update fater with Reviews by the way. -makes puppyface-