Write, I'm just working on random stories. I have major writers block and this is how I work it out. Besides, I've wanted to write something about Larsa for a long time.
Spoilers: Possible. If your not past the Sochen Cave palace yet, then most likely.
Zaari was put in both for parts without Larsa and because I like putting in characters of my own invention. Well, I hope you like it and it makes sense…and I'm playing with the storyline a bit. ; P
FF12 belongs to it's creators and Squareenix. I don't own any of the characters but Zaari.
Sorry about Spelling errors and if it's too vague or confusing then please tell so I can try to work it out. I'm not the slightest bit nice to Zaari (other then having him met the FF12 group), so I will warn you about abuse and worse later in the Fic.
As for Zaari's look:
Short, dark hair that's spiked back a bit out of his face, his eyes are blue, and he's built small. Tinier then Larsa, and he's mistaken for a girl more then once. (Vague I know.)
Chapter one:
It was Dark in the Lhusu mines. Everyone was down, with no engery to talk, bicker..or do much of anythng really. Everyone was set on finding this Penelo. It left little for a mind to do but think.
Thinking was the last thing Larsa Ferrinas Solidor wanted to do. He could not make himself think of anything productive. His thoughts refused to remain fixed on matters of the empire, the paperwork he still had to do, that he was neglecting in this venture. No his thoughts kept drifting to his brother.
Vayne could not…would not start this war! He couldn't have changed so much…in so little time could he? Or has it been a Fault of mine? Could…could he have changed so much…under my own eyes? How could I have ignored the difference. The Changes…
"I-is something troubling you?"
"…No." Zaari always asked things like that.
He is an…odd…person. He takes so much in stride, but then it is more to the fact he cannot remember much. And cares for less. Come to think on it, very little is known about Zaari. And Larsa has never met anyone so quiet as this boy.
"Really?" Zaari pressed even though Larsa has already said he was fine.
"Yes. Tis nothing." Zaari's look momentarily confuses Larsa. "Is…something wrong?"
"Sorry. Never mind."
With that Zaari left Larsa staring blankly after him. That conversation had had no point. Still, Larsa had felt like asking what was troubling Zaari. It could not be normal for a child his…their… age to have such empty eyes. And it left Larsa wondering if something was wrong with Zaari.
When they had first found Zaari he had been walking down a street in Bhu-Jurba, eyes downcast and almost totally ignored. He had refused help and looked panicked to be approached. Not much has changed in the short days since then.
It had taken a fair amount of talking to get Zaari to join them, for no reason other then he had no where else to go. And another sword arm is always welcome.
Larsa had something new to think about. No one should act like this. Feel like they had to disappear, like they could not be seen nor heard. Zaari acted like little more then an echo. True children should listen to their elders- a concept Larsa had only but a little trouble with- and it was polite to talk only when spoken too, but this…was a bit exaggerated in Larsa's mind.
Well, Larsa decided at that moment. I can see if I can't help somehow.
The problem was Larsa couldn't decide if it was for Zaari's benefit or his own. No matter. He'd work it out later. Right now he had to focus on the Magicite.
As for Zaari all these new people made him nervous. There was safety in numbers…or at least Zaari thought that was what was. To any case, "They" would expect him to be alone. Zaari had never cared much for people and so traveling with companions would help him get away. That was all Zaari wanted, He had planned not to talk to them.
Talking to Larsa had ruined that resolve. Still it had seemed appropriate and maybe if he were to say a few things then that Balthier would stop watching him so closely. His eyes were far too much like…no. Zaari shook his head. That wasn't his life anymore. No need to remember all that. Just lock it away. Try to forget it, Zaari, you can forget things.
Yet, it had occurred to Zaari that the only things he could not forget were those he truly wanted too.
Sorry, I had hoped for this to be longer. Oh, well. I guess. Now I've got writers block on how to write the mine scene and how to add Zaari, well, I've figure it out. Not much else to do really. Kay, then. I hope people liked it. Review, please? Then i'm more likely to work on something...
