A/N: Hi guys, I've had this fic in mind for a while now and I have yet to publish anything to my favorite game series Final Fantasy, so here is 'A Troubled Memory'. Remember to review if you like it.
Chapter 1: Arrival to Alexandria.
"Phew, finally made it."
A young 15 year old male had just made it to the Alexandrian gates to come see the play that is going on tonight. The male had short black hair, a black coat, black pants, brown leather boots and a sheathed katana strapped to his back, the sheath was a sparkling white color.
The young man had reached the gates when he was approached by an Alexandrian soldier. "Halt, what is your business here?"
The male smiled when he replied, "Here to see the play, heard the performers are really something."
"Alright then, we'll let you in, but if you unsheathe that sword of yours, we will have to take you in."
"No worries, shouldn't need to anyways." The young male entered the town and had a look around. "Wow, this is a nice place, but Lindblum is still better." He made his way to the tavern when he saw the nobles of Treno making their way towards the castle. "Damn Treno nobles, they think they're all high and mighty, leaving the poor kids to rot, someone needs to do something about that." He had entered the bar, and had a look around, nearly everything had the wooden brown color and the only people there were himself, a red mage and the barkeeper. "Hey barkeep, you got any decent bread back there?" He asked as he had sat down on a stool.
The barkeeper turned around, "Yeah we do actually, you want a loaf?"
"Make it 2 loaves and get me a bottle of ale, not the best and not the worst thanks."
"No worries, I'll just get that for you." The barkeep had gonee behind the counter to the storage.
"So, a ninja huh?" The red mage had started the conversation.
"Yeah, took up the katana when I was 12, started learning ninjitsu at the age of 13, never looked back."
"Never looking back is the sign of a true warrior, so what blade do you have there?"
"Just a rusty iron katana I made myself, blacksmiths were charging heaps for a weak blade so I put my own smithing skills to the test, it's weak but it does the job."
Just then, the barkeep had come out from behind the counter with a bag. "Alright bud, that'll be 50 gil."
The young male reached into his pocket and pulled out 5 coins, each worth 10 gil. "Here you go, I'll probably be back after the play." He took the bag which contained the two loaves and the bottle of ale and left the tavern, but not before saying, "Thanks for the conversation, it was fun talking to you," to the red mage.
"Likewise."
He had gone to the center-point of town and headed to where tickets were being stamped, he saw a kid wearing a blue coat and a brown steepled hat walk away, looking sad. "What happened to the kid?" He decided to ask the ticket master what happened.
"His ticket was a fake, there are so many of them, I lost count of how many I have seen." The ticket master tried remembering.
"Which means mine could be a fake, oh well, worth a shot." He placed his ticket on the counter.
"Hmm, let's see here..." The ticket master examined the ticket closely. "It's fake, sorry bud."
"No worries, I'll just catch it from the rooftops, thanks anyway." He had walked into the alley. "Gotta find a good spot on the rooftop, I might help that kid out too, he looked like he really wanted to see the play." He had entered to find the kid and what looked to be a rat wearing orange clothes.
"Hey, you! You had a phony ticket too didn't you?" The rat kid asked, looking sharply at the young male.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" He had answered back with a sharp glare. "This kid has no manners, what-so-ever."
"As I was just saying to this kid, I'll help you get in if you be my slave." The young man had a face of shock at the word 'slave'. "So, whaddya say?"
"Alright then, but let's hurry, play starts in 20 minutes." The young male walked past them as the rat kid picked up a ladder and the other kid followed behind. They all walked into a steeple which had a fairly long ladder up.
"It's up here, but it's dangerous, one of you go first." The rat kid stood to the side.
"I-I'll do it." The kid with the steepled hat walked to the ladder and was about to climb, until something landed on his head.
"Holy hell, what was that?" The young man ran over to check if the kid was ok. "You alright kid?"
The moogle had long moved to the opposite side of the rat kid. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine."
"That's Kupo, he's a moogle." The rat kid introduced us as Kupo said "Kupo!" in agreeement. "And these here are my two slaves, try to get along alright?"
"Come on, let's hurry, we don't have much time." The man climbed up the ladder as quickly as possible while the rat kid and the hat kid followed closely behind. "Alright, across the rooftops now." The young man ran across the rooftop as quickly as possible.
"Wait, the other guy looks like he's afraid of heights." The rat kid had to slow down the young man.
"For Bahamut's sake!" The young man had ran back over, picked up both kids and the ladder and ran back to where they needed to place the ladder. He placed it down and started running into the castle. "Hurry up, it's about to start!"
"Hold on a second, we don't even know each other's names." The rat kid brought up. "I'm Puck."
"Name's Alexander, just call me Alex." The young man introduced himself.
"I-I'm Vivi" The kid with the coat and hat introduced himself while stuttering slightly.
"Ok, NOW we can go." Alex ran into the castle and found a spot at the back while Puck and Vivi followed closely behind.
