AN: ~Disclaimer~ I do not own any Final Fantasy XIV or it's related characters or published content. However, I do own some of the created characters that may appear in my written work such as Asha, Kiss and Yuki. Any other created fictious characters are that of guild members and/or friends with expressed permission for creative use. SOUL CONTRACTS are fun stories created solely for Soul Hunters and their imaginative collective works. I do not take credit for any of Square Enix nor Yoshi P.'s brilliance. XD To be honest I would have made the game rated M for MOSTLY NAUGHTY. So, you see? 😊 NOT MINE.

Soul Contracted: Enter the Guild Master of Souls

It was just another Saturday morning for Tomo as he sat in his office preparing to go over the days schedule. It wasn't anything to different from any other day. A stack of papers sitting on his desk neatly organized by Asha for him. A plate of toast and fruit she had whipped up for him already knowing he'd skip out on breakfast. He took a sip of the freshly brewed coffee and cringed. You know the kind of cringe you get when you think of your grandparents naked and getting it on. Yeah… Asha's coffee making skills were as bad as that horrific thought. Honestly someone should make her coffee into a potion for a negative buff or even turn it into a D.O.T., because honestly let's face it… if he drank it he'd spend at least an hour in the bathroom and delay his start on things. Tomo looked to the dying plant in the corner and frowned. He felt bad he kept doing this to both Asha and the house plant, but he couldn't down the bitter flavor of burnt coffee and so with a guilty heart he poured his morning beverage out into the soil of the potted plant and continued forward with his days work; or at least he tried to.

"That wasn't nice." Came a voice from inside his head.

~Oh, by the Twelve. Please do not start so early in the morning. ~ The pink Miqo'te thought to himself. He was not ready to handle the many soul stones of his adventures. In fact, let's take this back a bit.

SOUL HUNTERS: A guild created specially to attune to an adventure in the world of FINAL FANTASY and the land of Eorzea. The soul stones refer to the many job classes that one person may take on. Some players simply follow one path, others two. The determined gamer takes on more and are often conflicted with either multiple personalities or various emotions. Not every adventurer can fully meld with each and as such may lose a soul due to the fading light, or 'connection' with the soul stone required to take on and efficiently carry out the role it is connected to. Some players may in fact hear voices within their heads. The guild master for Soul Hunters falls into this last-mentioned category. Soul Hunters help in the reconnection of a player to the game and or a specified class to the best ability that the any member can aid another. In short, this specific free company is crazy, on the edge, out of their minds, out for fun and fully support everyone within its ranks.

"Wow. You were doing so well with your inner monolog until the end there. You almost sounded like you were explaining to someone outside of our mental universe. What'cha narrating for anyway? Did that single sip of coffee melt your brain Tomo?" Came the inner voice of his Scholar. If Tomo were honest with himself, he would throw a dictionary at the bookworm if he didn't think his scholar would enjoy it so much and well, if it wasn't going to hurt his own face.

~Could you please, just please for once just wait until everyone else has waken up before you start your shit? ~

"I'm already up! Why did you toss out the coooofffeeee?! Good or bad coffee is coffee and I need it! Neeeeedddsssssssss." Monk shouted a little to loud. Hyper already and it still wants coffee?

"I've been observing you since before you have been up yourself Tomo. I should point out you have a horrible habit of drooling. Then again those of a lesser upbringing can't help the habits they carry with them." Came his White Mage.

"Be careful of what you ask for or you just might get it. I should know that by now." Tomo said out loud just in time for a chubby Lalafell to run in and steal his toast and run out shouting "Kush ate my breakfast."

"Kunai! Kunai to the face Tomo. Get her, get her now. I wanted to eat that." Said a very uppity Ninja. "How dare she be more stealthy and quicker than us. Kunai to the fucking face!"

"Enough!" Came a roaring order from Soul's master. He slammed his hands on the desk and scattered all the nicely stacked papers. He knocked over the now empty coffee cup and it came crashing down to the floor and shattered. "I have work to do and frankly listening to you idiots is not helping. Before you say, 'Do not include me with the idiots or those mongrels' or anything else White Mage, just know that the longer it takes me to get things done the longer before you are out and about showing off your superiority." Within the confines of his mind he could hear his White Mage open his mouth to speak but a distant snore of a sleeping Dark Knight along with the truth in Tomo's words managed to silence the healing perfectionist.

"Fine." Was the collective answer of the Scholar, Ninja, Monk and White Mage.

"But we better get coffee after." The Monk whispered under his breath as one final remark.

Tomo pinched the bridge of his nose and tweaked his glasses. As he did so he inhaled deeply and let out his breath filled with annoyance so that he could proceed to pick up the glass of the cup and the work that had gone astray. If only he could lock them up or put his souls in a time out.

Looking at the clock you can see it was just a little past noon. He'd been up since six in the morning trying to get things done and work that should have only taken four hours took six because someone wanted coffee and at the halfway mark began singing '99 cups of coffee on the wall' and just out of sheer annoyance everyone else other than a sleeping Dark Knight joined in.

"Ninety-eight cups of coffee on the wall. Ninety-eight cups of coffee! Take once down, pass it around, ninety-eight cups of- "

"Alright, alright! I'll go get us some coffee or so the Twelve help me. I regret the day I first ingested the stuff. I have a Lalafell addicted to crack and my souls are caffeine whores." Almost as fast as he muttered the word crack did a druggie Lalafell run by scattering glitter everywhere and laughing her little witchy laugh.

"First get coffee, then deal with the short one." Monk stated, not asked and to that Tomo agreed. He aimed his way to the kitchen passing member by member. Yuki who sat in the living room near the bookshelf sneaking chocolate bubbles when she thought no one was looking. Asha in the dinning room cleaning up the lunch dishes, choosing to ignore the fact he worked past lunch. Kush in the hall smoking a blunt while leaning against the wall. His foot out most likely waiting for his little rival to run by and trip over him. The guild hall was lively. Nothing wrong with that. The pink furred kitty smiled to himself feeling as if his dream for Soul Hunters was slowly becoming a reality.

Not long after did he finally reach his destination. The counter tops shining, the cookware washed and drying. The smell of lavender emitting from the freshly cleaned floors that must have just dried. The only thing that was left out to catch his eye was the pot of coffee sitting in the brewer and before he could do anything to contain his monk within himself the soul in question rushed forward taking over his body and clutched to the pot for dear life. Just as the Monk was about to put it to his lips and drink the precious black gold Tomo pushed a little within his mind-verse and managed to walk them over to the sink. The struggle between him and his Monk raged on as one tried to pour it out and the other tried to drink it.

"Coffee!" Yelled Monk.

"Poison!" Retaliated Tomo.

"It's life!" Pleaded the Monk.

"It's death!" Protested the Master of Soul.

"It's necessary!" At this point the soul of the monk was now whining.

"Asha made it. I'm trying to save us all!" Was the last of the disagreement before Tomo successfully tilted the pot and poured its contents out. "Just relax and I'll make a new brew. Five minutes won't kill you."

"No, but I could kill you both in less than five minutes." Muttered a bragging White Mage.

"That was the last of the coffee. I'm glad you think I could kill you with it, I'd give you the benefit that you thought you were talking inside your head, but my benefit may be poisonous." Tomo turned his head to watch a raven colored Miqo'te turn and walk out the kitchen.

"I wonder what is worse. A pissy Asha, or a caffeine deprived soul." He questioned to no one other than himself but of course as he never has a moment of peace someone had a reply.

"Don't call on me any time soon unless you have some fucking coffee." Monk huffed and fell silent.

"Can we kill the Lalafell now?" Asked his Ninja.

"I could have handled things much better than you." Commented his White Mage.

"Ha-ha, so after all that you're still behind the things you had to do?" Mocked his Scholar.

"Hey guys. What did I miss?" Yawned a sneaky Dark Knight whom everyone had forgotten. His sudden appearance jolting everyone and taking them by surprise.

"Is everyone sneakier than I am?! I'm the damn ninja!" Shouted the soul of a pride beaten ninja.

"Oooo Tomo's getting a headache. I woke up just in time for the pain." Dark Knight exclaimed excitedly and purred at the sinfully painful pleasure that over took them all.

"I'm going to go craft. You're all grounded." Deciding to punish them all, Tomo left out the kitchen to the front door and out to the market board. "But first to buy some aspirin."

AN: Okay everyone that sums up another Soul Contract! Just a heads up, if you read the first one and you recognize the Lalafell, she's not actually addicted to crack. In her mind due to a joke that is never ending she thinks that sugar cubes are crack. Hence why she is always hyper. She's on a sugar rush. Also, I just want to point out that while Tomo may be a dork he is not crazy. Even if he comes across clinically insane. XD