Notes for those who have never heard the Final Fantasy terms:

- The world you're going to read about here is called 'Orience' and it is divided into four regions.

- The dominion of Rubrum is the homeland of people with control over magic. Its symbol is the Vermilion Bird – wings of fire to lift the heart. Akademia – its capital city.

- The Milites Empire is another nation, an enemy of Rubrum. Its inhabitants specialize in a wide range of weapons and research advanced technology to fight their opponents. The symbol of this nation is the White Tiger – steeling arms by which to seize knowledge. Ingram – its capital city.

- The Kingdom of Concordia is the land where the power of the dragon is above all. People there learn to speak with dragons and use them in battle. Their symbol is the Azure Dragon – unclouded eyes that see all beneath the sky. Mahamayuri – its capital city.

- The Lorican Alliance is the land that gives priority to defense. People there use heavy armors and weapons to defend themselves from danger. They are under the protection of the Black Tortoise – a rigid shield and a well-guarded blade. Already having vanished from the world of Orience at the story's set timeline, its importance is naught.

- Each of these nations holds a crystal that assures their very existence. Those who swear faith to the crystal may choose to become l'Cie, which means they will dutifully obey whatever tasks the Crystal demands of them.

- A l'Cie is a creature with formidable strength that no human can match. However, they give up their humanity to seize this prize. Their task is to guard the crystal with their life. Should they succeed, they are crystallized, put to eternal slumber as to find the rest they deserve. However, if they fail to complete their focus, they must bear the burden of living forever, but cursed. They are changed into mindless monsters and their names are completely forgotten.

- 'Agito' is a term used to define the savior of Orience, somebody who masters magic and knows all there is to know. Somebody unbeatable on the battlefield, who will rise to protect the world when Tempus Finis would draw near.

- 'Tempus Finis' refers to the Apocalypse in Orience, when the earth would be destroyed to give birth to a new age. In Latin in means 'The Time of the End.'


The Embrace of a l'Cie

Chapter 1: Principium Finis Venit


This chapter: With her teary eyes glistening, she watched the (once) boy of her dreams step further and further away. His cape flew gently from left to right, but there was nothing charming about his walking. If he used to step ever so lightly on the pavement (long ago, when hatred didn't rule his heart), now his feet stomped everything in their way with force. The shoulders that would stand broad and proud were currently shrugging with each step he took. The hands, those powerful hands that held his two rapiers with great skill, were no longer hovering peacefully at his sides, but hastily moving back and forth as if he were about to punch somebody. Rem couldn't bear this scenery anymore. Machina had changed so much…


Currite, Bellatores Rubri!

Pugnate, Bellatores Rubri!

Hurry, Warriors of Rubrum!

Fight, Warriors of Rubrum!


The alarm had been sounded.

Everybody was going haywire, rushing from here to there, careful not to forget something important.

Commandants encouraged the soldiers who would be tasked with capturing the White Peristylium.

And last but not least, Class Zero was ready. The final battle, drawn so near, made them feel as if victory had been within their grasp. To think that, at last, Milites was almost defeated, still seemed problematic for many cadets. What a nice fantasy! Or, was it real? All their efforts had paid off. All the lost souls of this war had been atoned for. As the airship's engine roared, calling them to battle, twelve red capes whirled about one after the other:

The man of few words, King. Guns always polished in his holsters, determination never wavering from his ruby eyes.

The ever craving for further knowledge, Queen. Her long sword always ready to deliver justice, unwilling to tolerate corruption.

The cheerful and optimistic Jack. Only his cunning sharper than the Katana he held inside his sheath.

The free spirited Eight. Running as fast as the wind, punching and kicking at his enemies like a true sensei.

The girl who acted as everybody's big sister, Seven. The whipblade, her weapon of choice, would strike once to punish foes and then cut through their skin.

The energetic Nine. Spinning his spear to clear a path for both himself and his comrades, his rough words could often give a wrong impression because he was good-hearted nevertheless.

The straight-shooting cynic, Sice. With silver bangs that hid her left eye from enemies, she wielded an enormous scythe which brought nothing but havoc to its prey.

The optimistic Cater. While her right hand was busy holding a magic pistol that never needed reloading, the other was always willing to be offered to those in need.

The power-seeking Cinque. Her giant mace could prove quite difficult to use, but once raised it left no spared life in its wake and no prisoners.

The intellectual and wise Trey. In combat he stood behind others to target enemies once his blessed bow had been brandished.

The flutist Deuce. Defenseless and weak she would seem before tuning up her flute, which wrapped enemies in an ocean of musical notes to drown into.

The calm, empathetic Ace. Gently holding his magical cards between two fingers, his usual composure could easily lead to recklessness, had his inner feelings been awakened.

Twelve young people. All of them too young and forced to march into the unknown.


Finis, finis ages...

Nonne auditis clamores vitarum evanescentium?

The End, the time of the end...

Do you not hear the cries of fleeting lives?


Two others had been assigned to Class Zero a while ago – Rem Tokimiya and Machina Kunagiri, undividable childhood friends. On their first day in Class Zero, things didn't go too well (as it was natural). Sice used to call them 'newbies' who would just make the mission harder for her. However, time flew by and the newcomers both proved their worth. Whilst Rem showed mastery in magic, Machina, wielding his Twin Rapiers, impressed everybody with graceful yet powerful swipes. The two were obedient and always executed missions without hesitation. Thus, their climb in the ranks was shockingly fast.

However, they shared something valuable that the others lacked – strong feelings of…

Well, could it be?

Was it love between them?

There was this First Class cadet, Enra, who was mad about Miss Tokimiya. Every time he saw Machina hang out with her, his fists would clench on instinct. To make things worse, Machina himself was painfully aware of this. He too envied the other boy because of his high rank. The prestigious Class First represented Akademia's savior. How did Enra become such a talented cadet? When? Machina didn't know. He had been assigned to Class Second, which made for just a slight difference between the two of them. Otherwise, they were equal in strength. At last (and much to Enra's chagrin), Machina was now Class Zero Honorary Member along with Rem, secretly dreaming of shoving his drill swords up Enra's butt.

Tempting? Yes.

Wise? No.

It was already crystal clear that Rem didn't consider the other boy more than a friend. Thus, nothing alarming.

The two lovebirds would often meet at the cafeteria, a place where teens did what could be most enjoyable in this world – eating together while catching up with the latest gossips. Whether or not Mrs. Emina, the hottest teacher at Akademia, was dating Commander Kurasame. Whether or not Nine and Queen were actually having a serious relationship. Whether it was true that King didn't like riding chocobos. Such talk seemed useful anyway, since it managed to brighten the youths' mood.

"Vegetable salad, please." was Rem's request as she closed the menu given by the waiter.

"Make that two." Machina said.

Then, they just gazed timidly at each other until the girl finally came up with a topic.

"So… the exam we had yesterday gave me headaches."

"Me too. I couldn't possibly remember the name of the creatures that lurk in Corsi Cave."

Rem elegantly waved her hand like Trey would sometimes do and spoke as if it were something obvious, a 'must-know':

"Um, Coeurls?"

Without noticing, Machina hit the table with his palm in excitement. The awkward sound was loud enough to gather other students' attention. It also made Rem blush.

"Yes! That's exactly how they're called! Man, how could I have forgotten?"

"Oh, don't worry. I don't think it will affect your grade that much. Anything else you didn't know?"

Machina looked straight at her, his heart throbbing and his hands shaking a little. The best solution was to hide them. Others could be seeing this, which he wouldn't like to happen. He folded them on his lap, safe from Rem's view.

"No. I guess it was fine otherwise. What about you?"

"I found it easy."

"Why am I not surprised?" Machina chuckled.

Rem shook her head.

"Well, I did prepare. Although, like I said, I had a terrible headache once the test was over."

"Of course, of course. I was just admiring your…diligence."

That was when the waiter emerged from the kitchen, carrying two bowls of delicious salad. They ate silently, randomly hearing all sorts of merry laughter coming from another table. Once, Machina understood his name and stopped suddenly, the fork halted in his hand. Rem wanted to know what the matter was, whereas the boy remained silent.

"Oh, you can't be serious! She picked him over you?"

"No need to feel sad, man. It means the girl doesn't deserve you!"

"Yeah, I get it. But that punk Machina doesn't deserve her either!"

Enra's voice. Quite the coincidence! He was here too with his friends?

Faster than lightning, Machina bolted to his feet. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the room in search for the one whose fate was sealed.

"Is everything alright? Please tell me you're not leaving."

"No, Rem. I'll be back. I have some 'business' to attend to."

He frowned when Enra's face came into his sight. The poor idiot was drinking without regret. As alcohol was strictly forbidden to cadets, Machina figured he must have pulled some strings to obtain it from a mate of his.

"Have you seen somebody?" Rem asked and stopped eating as well.

"Although I didn't wish to see." Machina answered.

He headed straight towards those boys' table, locking eyes with Enra by chance in the process. A wicked smile appeared on Enra's face. He stood up, but needed the help of a friend to keep his balance, which was currently extremely unstable.

"Hi." Machina greeted using sarcasm as his weapon of choice, "Did you happen to call me?"

"Get lost."

Scoff. Giggle.

"I'm sorry. Could you repeat that?"

One of Enra's lackeys confronted Machina:

"Haven't you heard the man already? You're not wanted here."

"Meaning… this would be your cafeteria? I didn't know you've opened up."

Some students were stirring around them, trying to understand what was going on. When boys usually gathered like that, it led to certain row.

"Arrgghh! I'm sick of your nonsense!" Enra shouted, "Leave me be, punk!"

And it was more than sufficient to silence everybody in the room. Intrigued glances trained on him. Rem was also watching from her table, finding the scene rather unpleasant.

"Come again!?" Machina raised his voice too.

"Go kill yourself!"

Gasp. Small whispers mumbling around the two boys. Everybody became anxious and waited for the storm to begin.

"…Listen to me, you wretched child! You'd better apologize for talking like that behind my back!"

"Or else you'll…? What?"

Machina snarled at him, forcefully gripping the collar of his uniform to pull him closer. However, the moment he sensed the poisonous odor of alcohol floating around Enra, he regretted having done this. Grimacing unwillingly, he swallowed down to prevent himself from puking. For the Crystal's sake! How could a drink smell as awful as that!? He pushed Enra back and barred his teeth.

"Or else I'll drill you like a wooden board!"

Several boys screamed in enthusiasm at these brave words. Some had even started betting on the winner of the fight. Girls were giving out all sorts of possible interjections, varying from 'oh'! to 'ah'! Rem got up as if something had hit her. She tried to make her way to Machina, but the path was blocked. A circle of provoking students had formed around the two confronting boys.

"It's not my fault you've laid eyes on my baby!" Enra accused.

He said some more words, but none sounded coherent anymore to Machina.

"Yours? What makes you so sure she's yours?"

"Oh, they're arguing about a girl!" somebody in the crowd announced.

Rem couldn't stand this. She closed her eyes and stepped back, until she actually left the cafeteria. There was nothing she could do. She loved Machina. Only then did she realize it. He'd be disappointed to find out she left without telling him. She needed to make it up to him. But how? Right now, he was obviously beating the hell out of Enra and Rem had better avoid this. Well, surely she'd figure something out. Back at the 'battlefield', things were seriously on fire.

"You're a Second. Show some respect."

"Look who's talking. Oh, and I must tell you I'm no longer in Class Second."

Enra's friends grabbed him by his shoulders, attempting to stop the fight. The drunk teen brutally shove their hands aside, then locked eyes again with his enemy. He wouldn't go down just yet! No, not until he won.

"Why you little…!"

Because he didn't find the appropriate word, he used body language to resume from where he left off. He gave Machina the sign of peace – meaning his slim, long, middle finger standing up proudly. Unfortunately, it brought about anything but peace! The students around froze, and so did Machina. At first. Because after a few seconds, he shouted so loud, that everybody in the room nearly fainted.

"Stick that in your butt, will ya? And meanwhile, take a look at my cape, you moron. I'm in Class Zero now. The legendary Class Zero! Not that I would need that to smash your bones!"

Weapons were not to be used inside Akademia due to security reasons. The Arena was the place where cadets could train. However, Machina felt like breaking the rules. Just this once! He summoned his black swords, swiftly pointing them at Enra's neck. In the blink of an eye, the other cadets made fearsome noises.

"Put them down, dick. You're not on mission day."

"You're extremely fortunate of that!"

Machina slung back the blades, then hissed in a demon-like voice:

"If you were a Militesi citizen, though, I'd kill you on sight!"

"Now, now, gentlemen! What's the matter?"

This announced the end of their battle. About time, too! The cafeteria's personnel emerged from the crowd of students and that was when Machina shrieked, dismissing his weapons. Enra laughed at that, but then stumbled forward and fell to the floor before somebody could catch him.

"Oh, dear!"

Huh? He got what he deserved!

Machina smiled wickedly as the personnel lifted Enra by his arms. The poor boy was out of his head. Too much alcohol flooded his veins. Nobody spoke anymore even though the personnel wanted to know what had happened. Machina made sure to leave before the question was asked, pushing himself through the crowd until he escaped that horrible place. The table where he had sat with Rem was long empty. He sighed at the sight of it. She must hate me for this.

Hours flew by and the cafeteria incident was now but a funny story. It was made official that Enra had been under the influence of alcohol. His punishment consisted of nothing pleasant – a week of detention. The blame was about to fall on Machina too, (since he had used weapons without proper authorization) but some students said he only defended himself. Their support saved the boy's good reputation. Now he was heading to his room. Night bloomed outside Akademia and tomorrow would be mission day, or so had Machina been told. Central Command was launching the final attack on Milites. At last, the White Perisylium would be surrendered to Rubrum! Or not? Who knows. Class Zero received their mission briefing and the meeting was over. They were advised to sleep well that night, for tomorrow they had to fight once more.

Machina pushed open the door and locked it behind him. In truth, he was afraid of that which was about to happen. With lazy moves, he removed his cape, then sat on the bed. My focus… – he told himself. What am I supposed to do? Whose side am I on? He looked at his hands – those traitorous hands that were not as powerful as they once used to be. He took a pillow and squeezed it at his chest. I don't want to be the enemy. A green light surrounded him. Beautiful magic rested on his right shoulder, forming a mystic emblem. Aaahh, not now! Go away! Nothing happened, though. Is the Crystal calling for me? He lay down, fatigued. I will serve it, like I promised. The green glow on his body did not recede. It was as if he had been marked. By whom, by what, he didn't wish to tell. The emblem lingered on his shoulder – a reminder of the promise he had to keep. Otherwise, a fate worse than death awaited him…

Shifting to find a more comfortable position, Machina felt something sharp pressing against his arm. He checked it out immediately. It can't be… Is this for me? On the white bed linen, a paper sheet was waiting to be read. Machina propped himself on one elbow as he skimmed over the text to see who demanded his attention. In the bottom right corner, the name 'Rem' was handwritten. Machina's breath hitched instantly. Could it be? To prove himself that he was not dreaming, he read the letter aloud.

Hello, Machina!

To begin with, there's something important I'd like to tell you. Forgive me for not saying it directly to you, but I felt like writing, you see.

Oh, this meant that she was nervous too! He smiled. Yes, Rem had feelings for him! He couldn't be happier.

I enjoyed this evening very much. Thank you. Do you know you always manage to make me feel safe and okay? I'm so glad to have you as a friend. You're truly one of a kind, Machina. That's why you needn't worry about other boys being interested in me. Even if they gloat me over, I can't feel the same for them. Please, next time don't be so angry. I know this might sound strange, but let me ask you: are you jealous of Enra?

Bulls-eye! She took him off-guard. He stared at the paper wide eyed and blinking fast. So, no matter how hard Enra would try, Rem would never consider him more than a friend? Really? Finally, Machina's mind was put at ease.

Well, don't be, my dear! You know me better than anyone else, as I also know you. I assure you, nothing will ever get between the two of us. Lies are not my forte, so this is the truth itself. I can't wait to talk to you again tomorrow. Sleep tight. You'll need your utmost energy because this is going to be our most important mission ever. Fear not. I have no reason to be afraid. I know you'll be my side and this thought gives me strength. Everything will turn out well.

Good night, Machina. Rest assured, my dear.

~Rem.

He did just that. He turned his head to the right to look through the window. The campus's small lights were illuminating the Fountain Courtyard. Shadows loomed here and there. The falling water resounded peacefully, like a lullaby for the sleeping nature. Machina opened the window and the pleasant summer air floated inside his room. I don't want to be the enemy – he kept on telling himself. I don't want to hurt anyone.

Who could have known the struggle unfolding in his soul?

Fighting yourself is the hardest of battles.

He wished to protect that 'somebody' he loved most, but for that he had to give up everything that made him human. Instead of feeling like an ordinary teenager, at the time being he was wrecking himself with sorrow and guilt.

Because he couldn't become stronger.

Because he always needed protection.

However, the green light framing his body was proof that he would never need to rely on others again. It had been done. Oh, Rem! If only you knew… But I can't let you know. With a sad and powerless smile, he put the letter on his chest, pressing it there as though Rem's words could have healed his troubled heart. It's better this way. Yeah, maybe it's better this way.

In the end, he tried his best to ignore the mysterious emblem on his shoulder as he closed his eyes and prayed for a dreamless sleep. Those were the bests, since they gave you neither terror, not false hopes. Machina was no longer human. Dreams were not for him anymore.

The silent night outside whispered sweet nothings at his ear. Try as he might, one or two tears still washed over his pale cheeks. Why? Why would this war stand between him and his only love? Damn it, I can't afford to be weak! He sobbed and almost cried himself to sleep, his hand never letting go of Rem's letter. I'm so sorry I won't go to Ingram with you…


Daylight bathed Akademia in the grandeur of a new beginning.

The final battle was ever so close now. The soldiers of Rubrum could feel its icy breath on the back of their necks. Mission day arrived and their task was to take over Ingram, the capital of Milites. Simple as it might have seemed, there was somebody in the imperial army who would not allow the White Peristylium to fall…

With fast steps, Rem was the last one to join the squad, straight on her way to the airship that would take her to the enemy's lands. Her thoughts confused her, because Machina hadn't been seen anywhere since dawn. He didn't even show up to receive the mission briefing. It was as though he were on his own. What's this supposed to mean? – Rem couldn't help but wonder. And fate enlightened her right there and then. She happened to run into Machina. Once she saw him, she didn't know whether she should be happy or not. Has he received my letter? Did he read it? He just stood there, in front of the fountain, his back facing her. He wasn't uttering a sound. Obviously, he must have been wrestling with his thoughts (as usual). Slowly walking down the stairs, Rem called his name. How nice! They would go together on that mission. They could protect each other. They would return home, glorious and maybe then… they will really have time to love each other.

"Machina, what are you doing? Everybody's gathering. Any last preparations?"

He barely moved a muscle.

"Machina?"

I don't deserve to at least look you in the eye, my dear Rem.

He took in a deep breath, thinking of what he could have answered.

"I was pondering of our happy times back in the village. Although I can't remember our parents, I still keep in mind how we survived that day."

"Yes. It amazes me that we made it out alive."

Machina tilted his head to the side and asked her:

"Rem, why did you become a cadet?"

The question, completely out of the blue, took her by surprise. Not to mention that she nearly fell back the moment he gracefully turned to her. His charm was taintless. Never had she found him more dashing than now. Her heart leaped from its place. With difficulty, she murmured:

"Because I want to be Agito. If I succeed in doing that, I can say goodbye to the old Rem that couldn't save her hometown. Why… why do you ask?"

"I want to be strong too. I've finally managed to put the past behind me. I'm a different person."

His eyes narrowed and Rem was taken aback.

"I am no longer the lame, distressed Machina you all knew. The one who always needed protection. Everything's settled. I've changed."

Oh, as if she hadn't realized this a long time ago! He had been acting very strangely lately. From the sociable and friendly boy he used to be, he ruthlessly changed to a lone wolf. When and why Rem couldn't find out, but she would have given anything to bring back the Machina she had fallen in love with.

"I have to go now." he muttered.

"Aren't you coming with us!?" Rem lifted her voice.

"No, I won't be joining you."

He was aborting the mission even though he hadn't even commenced it! Something was definitely wrong.

"How can you make such a decision? The war is almost over. You can't give up now. It's not like you. Oh, and moreover, we are Class Zero – Rubrum's elite military force. Only together can we win this war."

"I don't know. I'm in Class Zero… but I don't feel I belong here."

He shook his head, clenched his fists and tried as hard as he could to stifle the cry he so wanted to release. Anger, pain, misery and hopelessness mixed together inside his heart, which couldn't hang on any longer. Rem watched him terrified, because Machina had never acted this way. What happened to the honor student of Akademia?

"You don't mean that! Please, tell me you're just scared to go to battle again!"

She looked over her shoulder to check if it was safe to give Machina a hug. Many of the city's soldiers were on their way to the airship. That left her and him alone in the Fountain Courtyard, the falling water being the only sound that animated the suddenly dark atmosphere. Rem brought her hands together as if in a prayer (as she did when worries took over her mind) and made an attempt to close the distance between the two of them with a last step. She was quick to act, immediately reaching her arms to embrace him. But that very moment led to an outraging aftermath.

"Don't touch me for no reason." he said roughly as he rejected affection.

"I… I just…"

"You should be going, Rem. There's no time."

He retreated as if he had been defeated. By life itself. By love and all of its compassion.

"Machina, why are you leaving us?"

She intended to say 'me' instead, but since he was unwilling to at least hold her in his arms…

"I can't fight without you. Where are you heading to? Can I accompany?"

"Nonsense. Don't give up your mission for me."

"I'd give anything for you!" she screamed so that he could hear her properly.

If only he 'heard' her feelings too… His face was darkness in human form when he answered:

"My destination is death. I cannot take you there with me."

Morbid, Rem's breath ceased. She felt like crying, because this misunderstanding she was having with Machina grew more and more furious. Love was cruel.

"You're abandoning Akademia? You're abandoning us?"

Once again, a subtle allusion to herself. Machina was smart enough to get the message.

"I'm leaving you behind to clear the front."

"So that my path would be bright? You do everything and I just wait here? Machina, we must join forces like we always have. Why are you keeping secrets from me? Why are you refusing to tell me your problems?"

"I could ask you the same thing!" he frowned, "Your illness… I know nothing of it because you won't tell me. Then how am I supposed to help you?"

Rem felt that she was hit in the weak spot.

"I'm not sick. I'm saying it for the hundredth time!"

"Here you go again, lying to me. This won't do us any good."

Not knowing what to do with her hands, Rem just shook them nervously. It would have been perfect if she could have hidden herself at Machina's chest. Everything could have gone back to normal. Why? Why wouldn't Machina let himself be touched? They had always been so close, unnaturally close. Everybody in Akademia spoke of them. But they didn't even hold hands or date each other. Rem never understood how she could allow things to turn so grave. It had been more than 10 years since she knew Machina. And still, his skin, his hair – things that common lovebirds would definitely like touching – were unfamiliar to her. The war between Rubrum and Milites proved indeed unmerciful. People did not have time for love anymore. Scarcely could they save themselves from black oblivion.

"Please, Machina! I'm begging you, don't leave me all alone."

She struggled to hide the small tears at the corner of her eyes.

"Never." he whispered back.

Forcefully biting on his lip, Machina gave her one last word of advice.

"Listen to me, Rem. This is for your safety. You're going to Ingram, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes." she sobbed.

He took in that sound – a first sob caused by his harsh actions towards her. His heart broke to hear it. What's done is done – he told himself. I pray you can forgive me.

"Take care. The empire might be no more, however, a new menace lingers there. It is something you cannot defeat. No mortal is match for it."

Rem didn't utter a word. She dared not to believe it. For a moment, Machina's voice sounded mild again. Like a caress. She listened, fascinated by his now peaceful tone. It was as if he were telling her a story. True! He wasn't gloomy anymore, but rather worried for her.

"What is this dangerous creature?" she asked.

He took his time to answer.

"…A l'Cie. The last of the living White Tiger l'Cie in this world."

Gasp. A short shriek came from Rem's lips.

"His task is to guard the White Peristylium." Machina continued, "He won't go down easily. He'll fight until the bitter end. If Rubrum has sent its soldiers there, then mark my words the l'Cie will leave no survivors behind him. He takes no prisoners. No, he kills on sight. Oh, Rem! I don't want you to go! How I wish something could be done."

"Now you care." she said bluntly.

"I've always cared!" he countered, "That's why I'm telling you this. Stay away from the l'Cie, Rem. Nobody can defeat him. The closer he is to the crystal that gives him strength, the more powerful he becomes. Don't even consider engaging him in battle. He'd wipe you out with a snap."

"And what of Nimbus?"

"The Primus l'Cie? You really want to know what happened to him? He never got over that loss he suffered in Togoreth, when Lord Zhuyu proved stronger than him. After that, nothing mattered anymore for him. Not even his focus, that which kept him alive. Took his own life, the bastard."

Rem believed every single word. It was the truth itself.

"With both Nimbus and Qun'mi dead, the White Tiger Crystal sought its next l'Cie. It is him whom I've talked you about."

"Machina, this is horrible! We need to warn the others. The operation will end in failure. We'll sacrifice our people in vain. Why didn't you say anything before?"

"I won't lie to you: it's because their fates are not my concern. I can only worry about you."

He gave her one last small smile – something he hadn't done for days, by the way – and took his leave.

"I must make haste. Please, watch your step while you're out there."

Yes, it sounded so soothing! Rem's fear was nearly gone. His dark tone did manage to chase her worries away. Way to go, Machina!

"I can't do this without you." she silently said to herself.

With her teary eyes glistening, she watched the (once) boy of her dreams step further and further away. His cape flew gently from left to right, but there was nothing charming about his walking. If he used to step ever so lightly on the pavement (long ago, when hatred didn't rule his heart), now his feet stomped everything in their way with force. The shoulders that would stand broad and proud were currently shrugging with each step he took. The hands, those powerful hands that held his two rapiers with great skill, were no longer hovering peacefully at his sides, but hastily moving back and forth as if he were about to punch somebody. Rem couldn't bear this scenery anymore. Machina had changed so much…

"Oh, I forgot!" his voice sounded again, "I have something for you."

He stopped, turned around, then ran towards her. Rem's lips quivered. Before she knew it, she was also running to meet him halfway on the alley. As she closed in to him, she thought of encircling his waist with her arms to keep him in place, to show him how sincere her love was. Yes, an embrace wouldn't hurt, right? In movies, teens often do this when they meet.

"Machina!" she shouted.

And her hands even rose to touch him. Tragically, the early memory of him rejecting her flashbacked in her mind. No, he didn't want her embrace. So she gave up the endeavors.

"Rem, I would like you to keep this."

His eyes didn't leave hers for a second as his fingers reached his neck to grasp something there.

"I can't wear it anymore. It's yours now. My gift to you."

A beautiful silver pendant was pulled out from under Machina's uniform. Rem gasped at the sight of it. The letter 'K' had daintily been forged in wavy loops. The necklace was thin, so maybe that's why she hadn't noticed it before. Actually, she never knew Machina wore it.

"It belonged to my mother." he said in a saddened voice, "She gave it to me that day, before dying. I promised to keep my family's memory safe. But now, I highly doubt the words 'safe' and 'I' go well together."

Here we count just another broken promise of those many of mine.

He let the beautiful jewel sink in his palm.

"I'm not worthy of wearing it. Rem, will you do this for me?"

She looked down, unable make up her mind.

"Please, think of this as my final request."

Final? Her heart fastened its beats.

"It was your family's. I can't just… take it."

"Not even if I beg you? This is a burden for me to bear. I can't allow it to slow me down."

The necklace hung by his two fingers, slowly balancing left and right like an antique pendula. Rem watched it sadly, incapable of deciding what she should do.

"Machina, you don't know what you're saying! If your mother heard…"

But she talked no more, because his pleading gaze made her soul shiver. She let out a long breath.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Here."

It has always belonged to you, along with my heart.

That was the last time he wore his beautiful necklace. With deep regret, he placed it in her hand, trying not to focus too much on the contact between their skins. But an inner voice inside his mind screamed that he caress Rem's gentle fingers. They were so soft and slim… It was awfully difficult for Machina to keep silent. Rem, too, looked at their joined hands. Oh, if only time stopped just a little bit! But instantly, her lips parted in awe. She was rather warm, while the boy was terribly cold. If we were to be more realistic, we could say Machina was fairly frozen. Their eyes met. Hers trembled with tiny tears. His were empty and stoic.

"W-Why…?" she began to speak.

"Don't ask me to explain."

"Please, tell me you're not sick. Machina!"

There! He found it. The perfect excuse! Which was another lie.

"N-No, I'm not. The problem is… my blood flow. It's reduced. Nothing grave, so don't worry."

She felt his fingers attempting to withdraw. They slid back inch by inch, slowly.

"Are you telling me the truth?"

Not this. Etro help me! Don't make me do this to you!

"Yes, Rem. It's true. I tried talking to a doctor, but he said there's nothing we can do about it. Reduced blood flow won't kill me, so I'll be fine. It's just that my hands will often be cold."

Saints be praised! How many lies would still follow up? Machina conceived tremendous hatred towards himself.

He gave a light squeeze to Rem's hand, making sure she will keep the necklace. He also carved the memory of touching her skin deep inside his mind, so that he'd have something to relish during the upcoming dark times. The beginning of a moan was heard and Rem blushed uncontrollably, recognizing it as hers. Instinctively, she hid her gaze from his. Oh, why did he have to be pleasant to touch, yet so inhumanly cold? The necklace she was holding now grew worthless – a reminder of Machina's family name. Nothing more to it.

But what does he mean by 'burden'? – Rem thought. And more importantly, why is he giving it to me? Me, of all people?

"Keep it safe." Machina said snapping her from the reverie, "Maybe I won't have the chance to see it again. At least I'll know it will stay with you."

"Why are you saying this? It sounds more than dreadful. Tell me."

Dramatically, he spun on his heels, faking whatever feelings he once had for her.

"I'm afraid I'm out of time."

"Machina!"

"You really want to know? You'd hate me forever!"

But I will always love you.

Rem held her hands together in worry.

"I understand it is something serious. Just tell me how much serious."

"I… I can't… I won't touch that necklace again!" he said sharply.

His anguish was obvious. Rem noticed it slipping out of his heart.

"My mother would so disapprove!" he went on weeping, "I've betrayed her. I've betrayed my entire family!"

He became more and more hectic, like a volcano that was close to erupting. He tried his best to stall some time, to hold back his outrage for as long as he could.

"I swore faith to the Vermilion Bird Crystal! I swore to protect it at all costs, to fight in its name!"

Had Rem not been there next to him, he would have most likely sunken to his knees from the suffering.

"But I didn't. I couldn't. I've betrayed even the Crystal of my country! That makes me be no longer trustworthy. I am a shame for Rubrum."

That's why I can't stay here anymore. Every time I see Akademia, I'm reminded of the coward I am.

The girl blinked fast, her mind surrendering to confusion. She wanted to speak, but her lips didn't seem to share the same desire. They shivered like petals.

"You've. Betrayed. Us?" Rem asked in a small voice.

"…Yes. One way or another."

I wish I could say I'm sorry, although I'm not.

Machina sighed and made up his mind. He really needed to go then. Otherwise, the risk of Rem finding out the truth would be certain. His intention was not to let the cat out of the bag just yet. He couldn't endanger Rem. No! Never. The mission she was going on would definitely take more lives than usual. Machina knew it. With a l'Cie guiding even the few remaining Militesi troops, victory was but a fantasy for Rubrum to ponder.

"Remember what I've told you." he finally said after a long silence, "Don't try to do the impossible. Shying away from battle so as not to lose is wisdom. Not even Class Zero has the power to defeat this last White Tiger l'Cie."

"How can you be so sure that there won't exist others?" Rem raised her eyebrows.

"Look around us, Rem. It's already over, can't you tell? This is going to be Milites's last stand. The empire will be completely destroyed if the l'Cie leaves it unprotected. Do you imagine Milites has a future anymore?"

"N-No. You're right. But, Machina, you sound as if you're sorry for the empire. Why? They're the enemy, aren't they? Shouldn't you…?"

"Take care of yourself out there, Rem. Stay out of the l'Cie's way and you'll… survive."

Before something could be done, Machina was once again heading to the battlefield. This time, Rem felt that he won't return. She instinctively called his name in distress, but somehow her voice didn't reach Machina's heart anymore. Running towards him wouldn't be an option either, because he had made it clear that he was gone for good. Oh, he left without further words, not bothering to answer her. If he had, reaching Ingram wouldn't have been his top priority. Yes, if he had looked back at her, he would have shed a tear and foolishly rushed in her arms, squeezing her hard while whispering 'Forgive me!' a thousand times over and over again. He clenched his fists as he disappeared from her sight, beyond the gates of Akademia. I love you. I'll miss you. Be safe. I love you. Rem, my dearest Rem…!

All alone now in the Fountain Courtyard, the girl glanced at the necklace she received. Her fingers followed the contour of the letter 'K', caressing it as though it were a spiritual link to Machina's body. Yes, Machina! Where did he go? Why? Will he ever return? When and how? The wind didn't blow anymore around her. The sound of falling water failed to capture her attention. Everything was quiet. And as if the mission were not commencing, Rem took her time to break from this world. In the deep of her mind, Orience didn't exist anymore. Machina's necklace became the key to a new universe that Rem was afraid to explore by her own.


Eorum Phoenix numquam resurget rursum.

Their Phoenix will never rise again.


Should he? Should he not? Once he set out, there would be no turning back. His classmates had already boarded the airship. Only he lingered on the alley. He looked at the bright blue sky, happy to see the sun shining. He smiled when he noticed a white cloud shaped like a chocobo. Chichiri! – he thought.

This was the last battle, his last mission. His face experienced a wide range of expressions while reflecting upon the fate that awaited him at the end of this adventure – from serenity to nervousness, from tranquility to anxiety. His hope turned into fear, then fear turned into hope. Feelings were engaging each other in combat inside Ace's soul. He didn't know who to ally with. He didn't know who was stronger. But… as long as he was going to Ingram assisted by his classmates, nothing could go bad, right? They always returned victorious from many assignments. It was being together what made them powerful. Ace held tight on this encouraging thought. He summoned a card between his fingers and stared at the bolt of lightning drawn on it. A thunder spell. Judging that it may come in handy in a tough situation, he placed it before the other many cards so that it was the first. It's almost over. It won't be long now.

"Whenever you're ready, Ace."

"D-Deuce? Is that you?"

A brunette girl greeted him with a smile as she stepped out of the airship.

"We're waiting for you. Is there anything else you'd like to do? Because once we set off we will be on duty for a long time. Perhaps our mission will take more than a whole day."

"Yeah, it's a long-scale invasion."

In this time of raging war, Ace and Deuce still caught some time to fall in love. They had confessed to each other nearly three weeks ago, when they had met in the beautiful gardens. Guided by strong feelings, Ace had cupped her cheeks between his palms and whispered just three words: 'I love you'. Deuce had blushed under his seductive gaze. That was when they shared their first kiss, which was as perfect as it should have been. Ever since, Ace had been even more protective of her than he usually used to be. He was content that most of the missions had him assigned along with Deuce. When they were on the battlefield, Ace kept her close to him. At times he even needed to wrap his arms around her and pull her back to save her from an incoming grenade. At times she was the one to cry out his name whenever she heard something exploding behind her… only to sigh with relief that he had evaded the fatal blow. At Akademia they used to train together every day and when the session was complete, they would walk in the gardens, read a book in the library or chill out in the sun, where Deuce would summon her flute and enchant Ace with her skills.

Back to the present, Ace sensed a calamitous danger floating in the air. He couldn't decide. Why leave? Why leave if there was death waiting for you just beyond the corner?

"My dear? What ails you?"

Deuce's voice was worried. He didn't look her in the eye, but held his head down. His own shadow scared him. He didn't want to die. He didn't want Deuce to die. Or his friends. Or anybody else! The Dominion of Rubrum had suffered heavy casualties so far.

"N-Nothing. I'm okay."

The flutist approached shyly. Unsure what to say to appease her lover, she just rested her arms on his shoulders, letting her actions do the talking. The boy's eyes shot open. Without warning, his arms flung around her waist, locking themselves there, unwilling to let go. If only he could have stayed with Deuce away from havoc!

"Ace…"

"We'll be fine, right?"

"Of course we will."

A light kiss touched her forehead and the girl's fear melted into the past. Ace brushed her chocolate hair with care. His gaze was the most peaceful sight Deuce had ever laid eyes on. As protective as always, he worryingly asked her:

"You promise you won't get away from me? You promise you won't let your guard down not even for one bit!? I don't want to lose you, sunshine. You mean the world to me."

She didn't receive the chance to answer. He held her frail body at his chest with all his might as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear – tender words like: 'I love you forever' or 'This will soon be over.'

Deuce felt like crying, overwhelmed by Ace's love. He was giving her so much, she thought she was about to overflow.

"I promise, my dear."

A slight sob escaped her lips.

"I promise I will stand by your side until the very end, until I take my last breath."

"D-Don't speak like that!"

He was just as scared as she was. After all, what could two sixteen-year-old teenagers do in order to change the flow of battle? The fate of Orience was not in their power to decide!

Somewhere close enough to them, the airship was almost ready to take off. The other cadets' chatter could be heard. It was the last time for smiles to shine. The two lovers embraced as the hymn of Rubrum bloomed in the small distance. Commandants sang it along with the soldiers, their right hand placed solemnly on their beating hearts. Ace and Deuce stood still, listening to the encouraging words.

Ah, principium finis venit!

Ah, expergiscimini!

Finis venit, finis ages.

Progredimini!

Finis venit, finis ages.

Pugnate! Ah!

Finis venit, finis ages.

Progredimini!

Finis venit, finis ages.

Currite, Bellatores Rubri!

Ah, the beginning of the end is coming!

Ah, awaken!

The end is coming, the time of the end.

March forth!

The end is coming, the time of the end.

Fight! Ah!

The end is coming, the time of the end.

March forth!

The end is coming, the time of the end.

Hurry, Warriors of Rubrum!

"May the grace of the Crystal be with us." everybody said in a single voice.

That was when Ace and Deuce heard footsteps behind them. They turned around, only to recognize Rem's silhouette approaching. The shock on their faces was nearly spelling 'Oh, my!' Because the girl they saw was no longer the one they used to know. Her chin seemed to be glued to her chest, since she wasn't even looking forward as she walked, but down at her feet, which she barely moved. It was likely she strived to drag them. Deuce wanted to greet her, to see if Rem would at least give her a smile. That never happened, however. Ace tried to talk her out of her visible depression, but his efforts were in vain.

"What happened?" Deuce asked, her hand falling gently on Rem's shoulder.

"If it's the mission you're worried about, then we're too." Ace said, "Although I'm sure it has to be something else. Something much more important."

Rem rose her head slowly.

"Machina won't come with us to Ingram."

The sentence itself stabbed her like a poisonous knife. Deuce's lips parted in awe, while Ace just smirked.

"He said… he doesn't belong here. He said he betrayed us all!"

She wanted to cry. She so wanted to cry. But without being seen.

"Rem, take it easy!"

Deuce hugged her friend, wishing to comfort her with everything she could. Rem never shed a tear, though. Never before had she kept her feelings for herself but now. No, there was nothing the two lovers could do about what was going on between her and Machina. Her anguish was hers to bear. All by herself… all by herself.

"Maybe Machina's got a second plan." Ace suggested, "What if he's already gone to Milites and he's waiting for us there?"

Ace was, by far, the less-talented liar in Orience. Rem shot him with a powerless expression, thinking of replying. On second thought, she refused to talk anymore, fearing she might succumb to irremediable pain. To the best of her knowledge, the mission was about to start. There was no time left for self-pity.

"Don't worry about me. I will be alright."

Without him? Really? Tough luck with that. Rem just passed by Ace and Deuce, avoiding further eye contact. As she stepped into the airship, her classmates waved at her. She returned the gesture before heading to the farthest seats in the back. Best if she stayed alone for a while.

"Yo, here comes Mr. Boss!"

"Thank you for the introduction, Nine."

Obviously, Ace was this 'boss' since he often led Class Zero on their mission. Even though his age was still fragile, King being the eldest of the group, Ace had been the most admired member. Why? He was a model for the other cadets. Nine admired his calm, cursing his own inability to stay chill for only one minute. Queen admired his quick judgement. Trey – yes, the studious, mature, Trey – appreciated his sense of right and wrong that never wavered. Eight loved the fact Ace was open for teamwork. Jack, the swordsman who liked a good joke, gave Ace a 'thumbs up' whenever the younger boy would be ironic. Ace's irony somehow rivaled Sice's, as she would chose dark humor as her second weapon. Against all the odds, there were no hard feelings between the members of Class Zero. No, they were a family!

"Oh, and his lovebird is here too!"

Nine winked at a blushing Deuce.

"Let me guess," he went on telling, "you two are late because you've just made out, right?"

The class joined their gasps together like a choir. Deuce, on the contrary, didn't feel like playing her flute to accompany them. No, she felt like throwing something hard at Nine. Something like… a spear. Fortunately, Ace was there to come to her rescue and fight off her violent intentions.

"Nice try, macho man. We were actually waiting for Rem, like you did not. How rude of you."

Nine looked down at his shoe, squeezing his lips tight. On the seat next to him, King held his forehead in a palm, grown tired of standing by without skipping directly to actions. Queen stood up, investigating her surroundings.

"Rem! Right. Where is she?"

Cater turned back her head to see the girl sitting isolated from the class. Her eyes sparkled beautifully, like crystals. Her lips caressed unspoken words that wanted to be pronounced but were never heard.

"Rem? Why don't you answer?"

Cater reached out to shake her shoulder. Rem stared at her helplessly. There was nothing to say. In a heartbeat, like an uninvited hurricane, the sixth member of Class Zero appeared beside them. Snarling between her sharp teeth, the malicious Sice expressed her dark grudge:

"What now? Has Machina dumped you out of his protective wing?"

Before the confused girl could answer, Ace frowned dangerously. As he despised conflicts, he sought a way to help Rem. Raising his hand, he swiftly teleported to the end of the airship, wrapped in magical particles of dust, his deck of cards following his movements.

"Sice! Leave her alone!"

That is exactly what I wish. Rem told herself. Please, don't even look at me!

The Grim Reaper scoffed playfully as her sarcastic laugh startled her classmates.

"Lighten up, Tarot master."

That still wasn't enough to convince Ace, whose thin brows were strongly knitted.

"Machina has nothing to do with this." he said, hoping to make things easier for Rem.

"Nonsense. He's not even here, as you can clearly see. To hell with that coward, running away like Doomsday were to come!"

Sice was angry now.

"Yeah, honor student my foot! He bragged about having been transferred to Class Zero for what!? To leave us in a tough situation like this? It may be over for Milites, but I won't bet they'll welcome us with open arms as we step into their capital city!"

On Sice's right, Rem moved a hand to her eyes to wipe a trickle of tears.

"Machina is. Not. A. Coward!" she shouted out loud.

"Ohoho! Finally revived, aren't we?" Sice grinned.

"Do I have to repeat myself? Machina did not leave us for good!"

"That's what you think."

Sice bent down to whisper, painfully slow, harsh words in her ear:

"I couldn't care any less about not having him around. During missions he did nothing but stand in my way. So how about you wake up from your fantasy world and face reality? Machina's gone!"

It hurt. It hurt worse than any other wound she received during all these years of war. She grit her teeth to drain some strength as she fearlessly gazed at Sice. This only fed Sice's anger further. With perfect timing, Ace quickly grabbed Sice's hand. But for that, Rem's cheek would have been brutally slapped without regret.

"Let go of me, Ace! I don't need backup."

"No, you don't. You just need to calm down."

Cater gave Rem a hug to reanimate her scared soul. The other members of Class Zero sighed with grief. Why did have Sice to be so… so ruthless?

"CALM DOWN? We were perfectly fine the way we were. This thirteenth newbie can barely fend for herself on the battlefield. Why do you think she invited her bodyguard to join us too?"

"That's not true!" Rem confronted the silver haired girl, "The cadet master was the one who assigned Machina and me for Class Zero!"

Exasperated, Sice waved her hand in the air without caring.

"Details. Screw 'em. At least make sure you don't keep me from my objective, okay? I won't come to your aid if an Imperial Trooper shoots you. You're on your own!"

That being said, she gracefully turned around and left. Her boots stomped heavily on the floor, the annoying sound of the high heels scratching everybody's ears.

"Sice! How dare you!?"

Class Zero's first demanded her to apologize to Rem, but Sice excellently ignored his plea.

"I'm sorry for this…" Ace said.

He withdrew slowly, knowing he had played his role to the end.

"Oh, I'll stay with her!" Cater smiled encouragingly.

However, Rem brushed off the warm palm that tried to comfort her. Loneliness was her only choice right now.

"You don't have to. I think I… I need some privacy."

"Um, you sure? You don't look well to me. Anything I can do?"

Cater's insisting gaze only made that moment harder for Rem. Not being used to acting impolite, how was she supposed to banish one of her friends?

"Please, Cater. Just give me three minutes."

"Okay, if you say so."

Hmph! Easier than expected! The younger girl sprang to her feet as a very merry Cinque called her name:

"Caaatyy! Cinquey wants a word with you!"

"Well, Rem, let me know when…"

"Yes."

The pain was back. She winced. Her classmates' voices sounded both loud and silent at times. It didn't bother her, though. No. They were proof she was still alive. She closed her eyes, resting her head on the cold window. Principium finis venit. She sang to herself. Currite, Bellatores Rubri!

One hour later, Rubrum's airships filled the sky. One after the other they left, venturing straight into the heart of battle.

Rem was still sitting alone, her fingers playing with the silver pendant she received from Machina. If anyone had seen her, they could say she looked as though she were in trance, as though an iron fear pressed mercilessly on her chest. But little did the others know that she was not afraid to die. No, far from her this thought! Instead, she kept on whispering some words under her breath. Be safe. Please, be safe! Her concern was none other than… him. Did he ever love her? Or was it just an illusion? Did life play her a trick? Where did Machina go? Why didn't he take her with him?

Feeling she will not be able to see him again, her grip on the letter 'K' pendant tightened. Kunagiri was not her family name… and neither will it ever be.


Author's note: My dear readers, this story is a bonus for those of you who are already sick with waiting for 'Quartet' and 'What Becomes of Us'. Well, yes, I've uploaded this to keep you busy. It took me two good months to write this.

So remember, I'm currently working on 3 stories. Please give me time, okay? I know I sound a lot like Tetsuya Nomura ^^ I promise I will finish 'Quartet' as soon as I figure out how to describe a love scene... as discreetly as possible... and about 'What Becomes of Us', chapter 6 is 95% done. The cause of this long delay is also because I can't write love scenes that well and therefore, I need more inspiration than usual. Try to be understanding :D

'The Embrace of a l'Cie' is planned to be another long-long story. Yeah, I do have great expectations from myself. It all started after I finished playing Type-0, a sadistic game that I wouldn't recommend to just anybody. But hey, Machina and Rem are officially my OTP! They're amazing. And because I love them so much, I'm writing this fanfiction focusing on their tumultuous relationship. I won't tell you who the l'Cie is. You'll have to read and find out! :)

Spoiler for the second chapter: a reminder of Machina and Rem's childhood.

~Lisa ^_^