Literally Killing a Heart -- Chapter One
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(A/N: So, I'm starting yet another story. I'm pretty sure everyone's dumped me by now. X.x''' Anyway, I love the viera race; I especially love the assassin. 3 Anyway, here's my story! Enjoy!
And…the title? I don't know. I lacked the imagination for a good one. X.x'''
Oh, and I'm using all the real names of my characters in the game. So, if some of the names in the story sound stupid, I didn't make them up. . '''
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy Tactics Advance, nor do I own the characters. Fangirl: I love Marche!)
Key:
Narrating
"Talking."
"REALLY SCREAMING!"
Thinking.
Exaggerated
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A tall viera ran through the streets of Cyril with a couple of rouge bangaas at her tail -- literally.
"I ssay! Come back, you ssweet cutie!"
The viera cut a corner and yelled over her shoulder,
"You have to catch me first!"
She then stopped in an alley to catch her breath. Panting, she thought on what she should do.
So, I'm in an alley. I guess I'll have to engage them…on my own. Fun.
She fixed her archer's cap and pulled an arrow halfway out her quiver.
"Ugh. If only I had my good and trusty crescent bow…Oh well, I'll have to deal with this one."
She heard the sound of running feet.
Here they come…
She ran in front of the two banga warriors.
"I engage both of you in a fight!"
The nearby judge somehow appeared as the viera announced her challenge.
Both the bangaas looked at each other and smirked.
"Okay, ssweet viera! We'll win, and when we do, you're coming with uss."
"Yess, we sshall have ssome fun!" (A/N: I do not mean anything vulgar! Heads out of the gutter!)
The young viera archer jumped onto a crate and shot an arrow. It flew straight into the larger bangaa's arm.
Yes, I think I've disabled the bigger one.
The bangaa she had just shot glared at her, but couldn't do anything about the arrow she had shot at him. Instead, he jeered at her,
"Why you little piece of sscum!"
The other bangaa glared at is partner, "Sshuddap, idiot!"
He unsheathed his sword,
The bangaa came towards her with a dangerous stride, "You're fighting back, eh?"
Oh no! I don't have any armor on!
The archer squeezed her eyes shut as she awaited the blow.
The warrior bangaa raised his weapon, "Ssay g'night!"
He then struck.
The viera was hit so hard, she was knocked off the crate, onto the waiting ground. A burning pain shot through her entire body as she looked down to see blood already soaking through her clothes. She put her hand on her side in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
"Ouch…That really hurts." (A/N: No duh.)
She pulled herself off the ground, wincing as the pain kept flowing through her body. She then supported herself on one knee.
All of a sudden, a blonde haired boy in a soldier's outfit jumped in front of the injured viera; he came almost out of nowhere.
"Hey, you're picking on a viera as big as I am? What a couple of wimps!"
The two glared at the boy.
"And who are you ssupossed to be?"
"Yess, who?"
The blonde haired boy simply replied,
" I am Marche Radiuju, the clan leader of Nutsy."
The two bangaas gave an evil smirk,
"Well, well. The famed Marche Radiuju. Would be nice to kill you, now wouldn't it?"
The judge flashed a yellow card in the air, "For using a sword, the warrior bangaa receives a yellow card!"
It was Marche's turn to smirk. "Haven't you checked the laws, bangaa?"
The bigger bangaa the viera had disabled slowly pulled the arrow out of his arm,
"Lookss like I can fight again. You'd better watch yoursself, boy!"
The clan leader narrowed his eyes and got into a fighting stance,
"Then come and get me, you scum!"
The two bangaas both ran towards Marche, their fists and blades swinging in the air. They both struck out at Marche at almost the same time.
Wow, I wonder if that's a secret technique? I don't think you can normally strike with another unit. (A/N: Yeah, I made that up. Ph33r me.)
Marche watched both the bangaas carefully as their weapons struck out at him. He managed to narrowly avoid both attacks.
Both the bangaa swere stunned when they found out that the boy soldier came out of their attack, unharmed.
Marche smirked, "Is that the best you can do?" He then turned in a wild spin, lashing his great blade out as he did so. His attack was so powerful, it knocked both the bangaas back.
One of them was unconscious; the other, barely had any strength left.
The judge flipped a star-like judge point at Marche, "Reward for the boy soldier!"
The viera managed to pull herself to her feet and jump on a ledge behind the wounded bangaa. She then took a careful aim, making sure that she wouldn't miss the arrow; she shot the arrow, and it flew straight and true. It had hit the bangaa squarely in the neck.
Before he went down, he gasped, "We will meet again. And when we do, I'll make ssure to sslay you." He then became a sandbag and fell, completely knocked out.
The viera gave an accomplished smile and sat on the ground. "I did it…"
Marche looked at the viera and asked,
"Are you alright? You're hurt…"
She nodded and clutched her wound,
"I'll…be fine."
Marche watched her as she pressed her injured side.
"It doesn't seem like you're alright, here, let me give you something."
He rummaged through the pack on his side and took out a bottle that was holding a kind of red liquid. He then gave it to her,
"Here, drink this."
The viera gratefully took the potion and downed it. After she had finished it, she put the empty bottle in her own pack. She looked up into the clan leader's blue eyes. This was the first time she had actually had a chance to look up at him. And well, you might say she was -- stricken.
Her face quickly flushed as she abruptly stood up and thanked him for his help.
"Uhm, uh…Thank you! You had saved be from this creeps!" She kept her eyes on the ground, hoping that he wouldn't see her colored face.
Marche shook his head, "No problem. I thought I had heard some trouble when I was just passing by to the inn."
He then scratched his neck, "So, what's your name?"
The viera refused to look up at the boy soldier, "I - I'm…Cassandra. I'm only a visitor here…too."
Marche grinned, totally oblivious to her developing crush on him.
"Well, it's nice to meet you! I hope we'll meet again, right?" He then added, "Oh, and look out for creeps, alright? You don't look a lot much older than me, so be careful, okay?"
Cassandra nodded and fixed her archer's cap, "I - I will!"
Marche gave one last smile, "Alright then, I need to go now! See you some other time!"
He leaped off the ledge and headed to the nearby inn.
Cassandra watched as the boy walked away.
Someday…I will get strong enough to join a clan. And when I do…It'll be Nutsy.
She then jumped off the ledge and headed in the opposite direction, the local pub.
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A masked ninja narrowed his eyes,
"Okay, assassin. You got the plan? You know what you're supposed to do, right?"
A darkly clothed viera stepped out of the shadows,
"Y -yes, boss." She slid her mask on.
The ninja gave an approving nod,
"Good. Now go and get yourself into Nutsy. And be careful of the creeps out there…"
He paused.
"…Cassandra."
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(A/N: So…how'd I do? Please tell me what you liked and didn't like of the story, alright? Thank your for reading! :3)
