A/N: Hey everyone! It's been a LONG time since I've written any fanfiction, and I made a new account to post things that didn't co-exist alongside my old thirteen-year-old self's writing. Anyway, I've been playing FF3 lately on my phone and I've fallen in love with the characters and felt the urge to flesh out their personalities and write about some interactions and experiences they go through in my head. Feel free to review if you'd like!
I'll update this sporadically whenever I feel inspiration.
Enjoy!
The Dark Knight Who Was Made to be a Thief
"Arc!" a cheery, boyish voice interrupted the young brunette's concentration, evoking an annoyed sigh from the boy. Luneth bounded over to where Arc was perched beneath the willow tree, squatting down in front of him with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. His lilac eyes glinted mischievously, as they normally did when he was in the midst of doing something he shouldn't be doing, and he looked slightly out of breath, his cheeks glowing slightly red and the wisps of hair around his hairline sticking to his face.
"What do you need, Luneth?" Arc asked, brushing his glasses up on his nose and closing his book, a finger between the pages he'd left off on. "I was kind of busy studying, you know. Being a scholar takes time even out of battle."
"Check. It. Out," Luneth said, pushing his palm forward and revealing the emerald necklace that Ingus was always wearing and treasuring. "I managed to nab it off him and escape. He's going to be so mad!" Luneth laughed. Everything was a game to him, he acted like. Though Arc respected him and truly considered him a wonderful friend, Luneth could be a little insensitive about things, and Arc had the hunch that the brooch held some sort of sentimental value to Ingus.
Just as Arc was about to insist that Luneth return the necklace, his thoughts were interrupted by a loud, angry shout. "Luneth, you incompetent little-"
"Oh, crud, gotta run!" Luneth gave Arc a short salute before dashing off, Ingus hot on his tail, his monk headband falling off as he raced past Arc in pursuit.
Well, Luneth would get what he had coming sooner or later. No use chiding him about stealing it now. Arc's face twisted into a small smile, toeing Ingus' headband briefly before opening his book again and returning to his studies.
Chapter Twelve: Analysis of Dangerous Situations and You.