Well I've been reading Final Fantasy XV fics way to much this past month, so thought it was high time I wrote my own. This will be about a 5 to 7 chapter fic, so please enjoy :D

Days Turned to Night

Chapter 1

It wasn't often that Prompto left school late, in fact he usually liked to leave school early, if anything it'd give him a chance to make it home before dark— the neighbourhood he lived in wasn't exactly the nicest when the lights went down. Yet here Prompto was, leaving school forty five minutes past the school bell.

It'd been his teacher's fault, he'd needed to have a meeting with Prompto, but he'd showed up twenty minutes late, and took twenty minutes to finish bashing Prompto out. 'You're going to need to bring your grade up a percentage higher, so many other kids would be dying to be at our school on scholarship, blah, blah, blah, you haven't paid your student fee for the field trip, blah, blah, blah, why have you already missed six days of school this term, blah, blah, blah'.

Prompto was pretty sure the teacher Mr. Patient just had a disliking for him in general. He quite often proclaimed his hatred for Niflheim in class, and sure that was a thing to hate, the country they were at war with, but the subject was sore around Prompto, after all he'd escaped it. Sometimes Prompto wondered if his files were as securely locked up as he thought. Either way his home room teacher seemed to have a steaming hatred for Prompto. But then again, if his home room teacher hadn't been twenty minutes late, and hadn't dragged on during their private meeting, well Prompto would have never heard the conversation taking place on the way home.

Prompto hadn't meant to be eavesdropping, but when people are 'shhsing' at each other you kind of get interested in the situation taking place.

"Tomorrow, twelve noon, that's when we nab him. I have a key to the back exit, and we shouldn't be followed either."

"The security cameras in the museum?"

"Don't worry they're taken care of, will be good. Nothing will go wrong either. By tomorrow night will have the Prince in custody."

Prompto walked quickly past the two people outside the bar. The street were fairly full with people going by, and lightly lit by old pubs and nightclubs opening up for the night, so it was odd this conversation in particular stood out to Prompto.

Prompto walked past, not looking back at the people who'd been speaking their plans out loud and in public. He hid his uniform as he went by, not wanting to show it off.

The prince, they couldn't have been talking about Prince Noctis right? After all he was the only Prince in Insomnia, but he wasn't exactly someone you could just nab either.

They'd mentioned a museum, tomorrow they were going on a field trip there with their history class. Still the security their school had was phenomenal, and it wasn't like the prince's face was advertised everywhere so most people didn't recognize him right away, but still.

Prompto clung his hands to his backpack.

The men he'd walked past must have been just having meaningless chatter. After all they couldn't be serious about the situation? Or was there intent to kidnap the prince? Prompto couldn't believe that— after all no one could hate the prince of Insomnia, or the King, they'd done nothing wrong; in fact they'd always bettered Insomnia.

Still Prompto was nervous by what he'd heard, and wondered if he should contact someone.

Prompto shook his head, arriving at his home. He unlocked the door, the silence of the home engulfing him when he closed the frame.

Prompto had no one to contact regarding the Prince's safety, and besides the two men he'd passed had been probably been talking about a video game—kings night—yeah that had to be it. There couldn't be any other reason.

Prince Noctis was totally safe.

But Prompto couldn't help but wonder.

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The next morning Prompto got in his uniform and hurried to school. Like always he skipped out on breakfast and instead just filled his water bottle with liquid from the tap. He'd nibble on something at dinner, but right now he couldn't afford to waste any extra money on food. Not when the school was asking so much from him as it was—he may have been on scholarship but all these other fees his home room teacher kept asking for kept adding up. Textbook, school fees, field trip, Prompto was already trying to save up for a new camera to. The one he had was old as it best word. Not to mention sometimes it wouldn't turn on, and when that happened he'd usually miss his perfect shot.

Still Prompto loved the thing. It was his only connection to the world, the only way he found himself able to speak. But still a new camera was going to be a birthday gift for himself—it wasn't like anyone else was going to get him one.

Prompto got dressed in his uniform and headed for school. A bunch of kids were already boarding the buses heading for the museum when he arrived at the front area. Prompto noticed Noctis boarding the bus. He thought back to the conversation he overheard last night.

Prompto shook his head; nothing was going to happen today. The school had standards and the museum had security cameras, plus there were so many witnesses at the museum from his school, nothing could possibly happen to the prince. After all this was Insomnia, nothing ever really bad happened here.

"Mr. Argentum, you're late," his teacher Mr. Patient scolded as he arrived at the school.

Prompto looked at his watch, a little confused by the teachers comment. "It's 8:30?"

"If you're not fifteen minutes early, your fifteen minutes late Mr. Argentum, now please board the bus."

Prompto frowned; it was always him who got picked on by the teacher. It just didn't seem fair sometimes.

Prompto boarded the bus, only seats at the front were really available, but most of the people sitting didn't seem keen to let Prompto sit next to them, and Prompto didn't want to be sitting near the teacher.

Prompto spotted the empty seat next to Noctis, girls were sitting behind and in front of him, but not next to him. No one ever really got near the prince, not cause they were scared of him, but more cause they respected him—Prompto thought. After all he was the prince of this country.

Prompto opted for a seat at the very front, beside a boy he never talked to. Not that he talked to anyone that often, he more kept to himself.

It wasn't that long before the bus arrived at the museum, and a tour guide greeted them, saying she'd be going over the history of Lucis. As they started touring, the group of students following the tour guide became smaller and smaller, as more students decided to wander then follow the tour guide.

Prompto kept an eye on the prince, looking at him only because he felt he should for his safety, and nothing more really.

As they got into the room talking about the royal family, Prompto noticed Noctis duck away going toward another section of the museum—a focus looking at Tenebrae.

Prompto followed, leaving unnoticed by their teacher Mr. Patient.

Coming into the new section of the museum Prompto spotted Noctis looking over some paintings, and Prompto lingered a few paces away.

What was he doing? Following the prince? That was beyond creepy, besides a commoner like him even talking to the prince sounded strange and like a foreign idea, he shouldn't do anything of the sort. He should head back to the tour group, probably be best to forget this whole thing.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Prompto heard Noctis say.

"Oh, uh, huh." Prompto looked toward the painting Noctis was looking at. It was one of Lady Lunafreya. "Are you talking to me?" Prompto asked.

Noctis looked over at him, a strange look appearing on his face. His eyebrows tilted and Prompto titled his head to the side. "Never mind," Noctis said walking away.

Prompto watched him walk. He was heading away from the section they were in and off to a new one. Prompto gripped his camera bag at his side. That'd been so awkward, why hadn't he said anything.

Prompto took out his camera, looking at the picture of Lady Lunafreya. He snapped a shot, unhappy with his total awkwardness. Why couldn't he make friends, and why was he setting his standards so high as to try and become friends with the Prince of Lucis. He was utterly foolish.

Prompto about to walkaway spots a familiar figure walking. Had that been the man from last night?
Prompto's stomach drops.

He rounds the corner and goes in the direction the prince had been heading. It'd been a dead end section on the history of Insomnia, but even with the zero-exit zone, Prompto didn't spot the prince anywhere.

Prompto spots a staff only door to the side. Gulping down his own securities Prompto enters the door, hearing the sound of voices at the end of the hallway.

"Quickly, ," he heard a new voice say down the hall. Prompto without thinking runs toward the voices, running out of the hallway he spots a large storage room with a garage leading outside. Inside that there's a small white delivery truck. And beyond that Prompto spots an unconscious prince being carried.

"Oh no," Prompto said out loud.

So it was true. They were kidnapping the prince. What was Prompto supposed to do? What could he do?

Prompto took out his camera snapping a few shots of the truck and the people carrying Noctis. If he could get these pictures to the police, or the crownsguard, the glaive, anyone, then someone would be able to find Noctis and where they were taking him.

"Hey," a new voice says appearing behind Prompto. Prompto drops his camera, his lens breaking.

"Oh ah, I was just," Prompto staggered on what to say. But the strong looking man who'd just appeared –with the tattoo of a lizard on his face— didn't seem the least bit interested with Prompto's words.

Prompto was grabbed by the strands of his blond hair and pulled out into the open. Noctis had already been loaded into the back of the truck by two men, but it appeared that Prompto had missed the third.

"Who's he," one of the men asked, a man with crimson hair.

Prompto felt the guy pull harder on his hair. "A snoop, seems he's seen our little plan."

Prompto stomach sank. He could barely breathe. What had they done? What were they going to do to him?

Prompto hadn't done so much in life, he hadn't had a first kiss, heck even a real friend yet. He couldn't die yet.

"What should we do?" the lizard guy holding Prompto asked.

The tallest of the three, Crimson Prompto thought, scratched his head. "He seems to be a student from the school, if anything we don't want to leave any witnesses. Will take him with us."

The lizard guy took out a knife from his pocket, pricking the side into Prompto's neck. "Are you sure we shouldn't just kill him?"

Crimson shook his head. "No if anything that would make it harder to negotiate what we want. Besides maybe he'll come in handy."

Lizard guy took the knife away, but Prompto still felt the prick from where he put it beside his neck. There may have even been blood there.

"Alright, looks like we get to take an unexpected guest."

"No wait, I—" Prompto had found his voice, but it was too late, as he was already knocked in the head rather abruptly by a hard force into unconsciousness.

Hope you liked the first chapter of my multi-chapter fic. Next chapter we get the start of the story from Noctis's perspective.

Hope you enjoyed, and comments on the chapter are much appreciated- as this is my first Final Fantasy XV fic and I appreciate the feedback.