This originally started off as developing into a Cecil/Rosa/Kain, but I found it a bit annoying, so I altered it. I've never played The After Years but spend enough time on the FF Wiki to know what goes on, so hopefully this should be okay. This is set a year after the events of TAY. And I don't own anything FF, apart from the Cactuar doll attached to my bag.
Also, in the way I worked things around with my other FFIV fics, people come of age at seventeen in their world, to be between the UK and the USA's laws for sex.
And another note- Yes, Yunakitty, you're the one who inspired me to do this one! Déjà vu was such a cute story that I wanted to do my own! BTW- are there any more chapters to it going up soon?
A silhouetted shape crawled its way across the battlements. Silent even though the armour the figure wore was in danger of clanking and giving him away, he jumped down and found himself in the courtyard. He knew where he was going. The castle hadn't exactly changed much. Careful not to disturb the guards, the lone figure limped towards West Tower, where the King and Queen slept. A trail of blood spattered the floor behind him, but hopefully in the darkness the guards wouldn't spot it.
Panting, the armoured man reached the tower and leaned against the door heavily. His own stocks of magic energy were depleted and his supplies had all but gone. This was the only shelter he would be comfortable in. He silently opened the door to West Tower and slunk inside. The stairs were…there. It was still easy to find them in the darkness. Blood coated the steps as he made his ascent.
Vision dimming. Pain…too much. The figure found himself dropping to his knees in exhaustion, groaning with pain. The whole world seemed to spin around him as he slumped onto the steps, unconscious.