IG: Well here we go World Saviors is my baby, I've been working on it for a while now and I have somewhere in the neighborhood of 17 chapters done it's around 50 pages… so I figured I'd start posting it. I'll probably end up sticking up a chapter a week. When I get past those 17 it'll go a bit slower just to warn you
Disclaimer: I own nothing that is, could, or appears to be owned by anyone else
Warning: this is slash period end of story leave if you don't like it if you flame me I swear there will be many hells to pay, yes I meant many not just one.
Chapter 1
The slim blond figure sits up in bed screaming from his most recent nightmare. Looking around wildly with glowing blue eyes he finds himself alone, as always in his small cabin. Running a hand through his already untamable blond hair it spikes up even more. As he itches the back of his neck he groans, his hair always manages to grow without him knowing it.
"Has it really been that long?" the blond asks to himself as he stands up turning on a light in the early morning grey he walks across his one room cabin to the small mirror he has pinned on the wall and groans. His hair although it retains it's spikiness in long and dropping in the back it has grown down past his shoulders since the last time he cut it.
"That time already?" The blond mutters to himself as he searches around for a knife. Taking the crude instrument with him he walks out side and begins hacking at his hair. When he walks back in it is still long but he has cut away enough of it so that the natural spikes it has go strait out in their angles instead of drooping and the back stands out shaven about two inches from his scalp.
Ruffling his hair with his fingers in front of the mirror he nods to himself. Than he begins to pack as he moves slowly deliberately around his cabin. Finally getting enough for a long trip packed into his bag he looks around at the now almost barren one roomed cabin. Going into his closet he changes into a blue sleeveless turtle neck and puts on a pair of heavy duty riding pants. Than he begins to equip himself off a shelf he pulls a set of gloves that are much worn.
Pulling on the right one he clenches his hand feeling it for the first time in quite a while. The worn leather molds to his flesh while his fingers wiggle freely from the cut off fingers. The blond straitens the battle glove because it covers his entire lower arm to his elbow with thick reinforced leather along with metal studs on the back of the hand. Finally happy with it the blond pulls on the left glove and twists it around so that his fingers settle nicely encased in leather. The back of this glove has silver studs on it as well. But instead of reinforced leather guarding his lower arm there are rings of iron beaten and battered by much use and studded to help with the disarming of enemies.
Finally having the gloves situated nicely he reaches for a well beaten piece of shoulder armor and attaches it to his shoulder on the left side along with the part that extends below the shoulder armor covering his upper arm in meshed leather and rings much like on his lower arm. Adjusting it with the quick effectiveness of one who has been a warrior a long time the blond nods when it feels right.
After he is done putting on his light armor the blond reaches for the last thing he needs. From the very back shelf in his closet he pulls down a large velvet bag and a huge scabbard containing a shinning crystalline sword. "Hello Ultima…." The blond says caressing the scabbard and hilt of the sword. But instead of strapping the black leather scabbard to his back the blond exits the closet and goes to sit in the well used leather chair in the main room.
Opening the velvet bag the blond gasps as he always does amazed at the varied colors of the gem like materia he keeps in the bag. Sorting through them he pulls out every dark red summoning materia slowly deliberately slips them into the slots in the metal rings on his left arm. Naming each one out loud as he slips it in, the dark red jewels seem to glow brighter as he says their names and slips them into their places.
"Choco/Mog…Shiva…Ifrit…Titan….Ramuh….Odin…Kujata….Pheonix…Leviathan…Bahamut…NeoBahamut…Bahamut Zero…Typhoon…Alexander…Hades….Knights of the Round…" the blond says the last one with great reverence as he sticks it in the final slot. His left arm glitters with red as he moves it in the light and he turns to his right arm. In the reinforced leather there are two small indentations. The blond runs his fingers reverently over the two spots and slips in two very special materia the only two of their kind one white and one black. Neither do anything any more but the blond never leaves without them.
The blond than turns to the upper arm guard on his left and begins filling it with green full level materia. When he has put all put five full level green materia in it the blond turns to his sword and the five slots in its handle. He puts in his final five materia, three of them are very old and so well tuned to the blond that they wouldn't work for anyone else "Fire…Ice…Bolt" the blond says as he slips these in first. Than he picks up two of the most destructive materia at low levels and he has them completely filled out. "Comet…Ultima" the blond finishes and is done. Having no use for the blue and yellow materia the blond sweeps them back into his velvet bag and stows it back in his closet.
Finally giving in the blond goes into the kitchen area of the one room cabin and makes a meal big enough for ten people. The blond eats it no problem than walks outside and to a stable behind his small secluded cabin where he keeps a single golden chocobo he breed and raised himself. The large golden bird perks up when he sees his master coming fully equipped with a bag slung over his shoulder.
Walking over to where the reins are kept the bird picks them up with his beak and has them slid on himself before the blond even reaches the stable. The blond chuckles and sets down his bag buckling the reins securely onto the bird he pets it softly over the head and the large bird warbles. "Yup Osiris it's that time again." The blond says chuckling at his bird. "We get to go see them all again, and I bet those children who pet you so much and give you so many treats are big enough to ride you now." The big golden bird warks in anticipation and the blond chuckles.
Petting the bird once more he swings his bag over it and secures it to the birds neck than he leads it out to the front of the cabin by it's reins and both bird and man sit down to wait.