A/N: This story is on Final Fantasy Xiii. As always, Ozuchi-Kozuchi did my editing. Anyway, there is an OC in this. If you don't like 'em, don't read 'em…joking, please read. Anyway, enjoy, and if you can, review. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy Xiii, or any of the many other franchises.
So, here I am, on some train heading to a living hell and I am in a stupid robe. This officially sucks, even without the whole "I have no memory past two weeks ago".
"There something going on in car three…rebels," one of the soldiers whispered to his companion, making me look up.
"Right, go check it out. Alright, anybody tries anything and you're dead," the single remaining guard barked. The other guard rushed out the train car, the door sealing with a hiss of air.
"You know, I'm tired of your ass," I growled, kicking his gun and elbowing him in the gut with another prisoner. "Get up and you die," I barked with a foot on his head.
"Alright everybody, we're getting the hell off this train," I ordered.
"Behind you!" yelled a girl with an Australian accent.
"What did I JUST SAY?" I yelled, pulling my dagger out and stabbing the guard in the chest.
"Hey, can you get these people to a safe point?" asked a kid, much younger than me, wielding a gun.
"Sure," I replied.
"Alright everyone, we're here…" I said at the point. Then I spotted the girl who saved me. "Hey! Thanks back there. I'm Dashon Silverheart," I said taking my hood, revealing my jet black hair.
"Vanille," she said happily. She pulled down her hood, revealing her emerald greens eyes and red hair split in two pig tails. For some reason, she looked oddly familiar.
"Well Vanille, I may not remember much of the past, but I do know I keep my debts, especially when someone saves my life," I said, putting my fist over my chest in a salute.
She and I just sat there, talking, until leader of this rebellion (NORA) showed up. Snow. The people wanted to fight.
"Alright, anybody who wants to fight, grab a gun," Snow ordered. "Hey you," he said, looking my way.
"Yeah?"
"You're the one who got these people here, aren't you?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah," I said with a shrug
."Mind helping us some more?" he asked with a grin.
"Sure. Might as well be doing what I'm good at," I replied, returning the grin.
"Great. Welcome to NORA."
"Snow, we've get one left," shouted a kid off to the side.
"Alright, take it," he said pointing the gun a kid with silver hair. Hope was his name. He moved away from the gun.
Vanille got off her knees, accepting the weapon, and playfully pretended to shoot at Snow.
"Do you even know how to use that?" I whispered as Snow turned back around and started moving us out to battle.
"Not a clue. You?" she asked quietly.
"There's a reason I use daggers," I said.
We headed out, weaving through the battlefield. There was a groundbreaking explosion from across the bridge. As it collapsed, people were falling to the death. I would use my ability, but I wouldn't have made it. I saw Snow desperately holding onto a woman's hand, trying to keep them both from falling off the bridge. She was the woman who'd been sitting by Hope. She dropped, probably already dead. Then Snow dropped.
"Mom," Hope yelled as he just stood there, frozen. Vanille grabbed his shoulders, trying to make him snap out of it.
"Come on, we need to go!" I said.
"Come on," Vanille said urgently, pulling on him. He didn't move. She slapped him across the face. I'm starting to like this girl, I feel like I know her. "We have to move," she said as we left.
We made it back to the others. PISCON was bringing in more soldiers by this point. We decided to take off those stupid robes. This revealed my black jacket and white pants and Vanille's tribal outfit. She was really starting to look familiar. Hope was looking at a family, probably thinking of his mom. Vanille gave Hope a gun, then hugged him."It's too much, isn't it?" she said patting his head. "Face it later."
"Ciao," she said running off.
"Hey! Wait!" Hope said following her.
"This girl is going to be the death of me," I murmured, going following.
Snow was back and alive. His friends surrounded him. Hope stood there looking at him.
"Didn't you have something to tell him?" Vanille asked. I just stood there, leaning on the wall.
"Yeah," Hope replied, looking unsure.
"All right then," she said smiling.
"But I…"
"I'll go with you!"
"What about you?" Hope asked, looking at me.
"I owe this girl my life. I go where she goes until I pay her back. So yeah, I'll go," I grunted.
"Go on," she said pushing Hope Snow's way.
Hope froze. Vanille seeing, he wasn't moving, walked up closer to Snow's group. "Hey!" she shouted.
Snow started the hover bike thingy. We covered our ears at the noise, as he flew off.
Vanille seemed sad that he got away. We made our way towards the other hover bike… thing.
"Hm? You okay?" she said.
"I want to tell him, it's just that-," he said grabbing her arm.
"Say…you know how to fly this?" she asked looking at the bike.
"Yeah, I think so," he said warily.
"All right! But there's no room for you…" she said as an afterthought, looking at me.
"No prob." I snapped my fingers, unfurling my wings as they slipped out of my jacket. "Got my own flying gear," I said grinning. Hope was getting ready to yell at me "Before you go there, I wouldn't have made it," I said grimly.
"You're like an angel!" exclaimed Vanille in awe.
"I'm no angel. Angels are supposed to do good things," I whispered bitterly.
"Well then, in you go," Vanille laughed, pushing Hope in the machine.
"That way," Vanille said, pointing at the Pulse fal'cie.
"Alright, lead the way," I said.
"No,no!" Hope shouted shaking his head. "If we go in there, that thing could- It could make us L'ice!"
"If you want to talk to him you have to go," I replied bluntly.
"I don't think I can do it.." he whimpered.
"You can do it!" Vanille said, putting her hands on the controls along side his.
"What are you three doing?" one of snows friends shouted.
"Here we go…" Hope murmured.
"Now we're talking!" I yelled happily, lifting off.
Hope went after the controls. I tried to help but I caught in and we went crashing to the fal'cie.
A/N: (11/22) Alright, I know this chapter is weak, and I'd like to say that I was relatively new when I wrote this. The story picks up a lot more in chapter 4, so please bear with it for a few chapters?
