Thanks for reviewing! It's mostly Balthier POV this time. I uploaded the story again, so most of the reviews are away, but well, here is Chapter 2 :D Please, keep reviewing and I'll keep writing! I still don't own anything to do with FFXII or Square Enix... XD
When Balthier spotted Basch, he stumbled over to meet him, nearly tripping on the two large black holdalls that banged his legs every time he took a step.
"Long time no see Basch," he said as he put the holdalls down and took the passport out his mouth. Then he continued, "Shame it had to be a global crisis when we meet again,"
"Yes, I suppose," Basch said, starting to feel the cold on his face again. Basch rubbed his cheeks and then said, "Better get going, it's getting colder by the minute," and then took hold of one of Balthier's holdalls.
Balthier took the other bag and followed Basch outside. As soon as the cold air hit his warm body all he could say was,
"Bl***y hell, it's colder than I expected," Balthier smirked. Basch smiled and said,
"It'll get worse before it gets better,"
When Balthier looked around it looked unreal. The trees were painted white with snow, and roads were, just the tracks from where cars had been. It was much, much worse here than in Britain. His hair then began to get damp, since he had no hat or umbrella with him. But when he looked up the sky was a totally different colour to what he had ever seen before in his life. It was almost purple, mixed with red and black. It was strange, hard to imagine. If he had told anyone who wasn't in America, they wouldn't believe him.
"Balthier, we must be quick, the roads are said to be treacherous and if we leave it any longer, it'll be even more dangerous, Balthier, come on," Basch called, standing with his hand over the car door, gesturing inside.
"I suppose, I wouldn't like to miss the end of this," and shoved his bags in the boot of the taxi Basch had called for and sat in the back seat. He didn't know where he was going, but he trusted Basch enough to know he wouldn't take him somewhere more dangerous than where he was now.
When they eventually arrived, Balthier stepped out warily, careful of where he placed his feet, but trying to see any signs of where they might be. But all he could see was tall white buildings. If this was the hotel he would be staying in, it was definitely well hidden. He looked at Basch, who had just paid the taxi driver.
"Where are we?" he asked, walking towards the boot to get the holdalls. Basch walked round to grab one too.
"This is where you'll be staying, my apartment. Seemed silly paying for a room when I have a spare one here," Basch said as he gestured towards one of the white buildings. Balthier nodded and shut the boot of the taxi.
"Lead the way then," he said, following Basch to his apartment.
"You'll probably be thinking this place is a dump, but wait till you get upstairs, trust me it's better than you think," Basch assured Balthier as he climbed the stairs. Balthier wasn't totally convinced, but anything could be better than this. When he looked up at the ceiling there were damp stains. The carpet was filthy. The walls weren't much better. He was glad that when he did reach the top of the stairs that there was a pristine chestnut door with the gold number '2' on the front. Looked much better.
"Wow, I'm impressed," he said, raising his eyebrows at Basch. Basch smirked and unlocked the door, wiping his feet as he walked in. Balthier followed, wiping his feet as he walked in too, making sure he didn't make a mark on the carpet. When he walked in, he looked around. Not that bad at all. It was much bigger on the inside.
"This way," Basch said as he pointed to the second door on the right hand side of the hallway. Basch followed him to the door and then gave him his bag. When he walked in and put the light on, it was an amazing room. He wondered how he afforded all this stuff. There was a big double bed and an en suite. There was 2 large windows at the end of the room and when Balthier looked out there was a stunning view. It was all white, but you could just make out that there was a park at the other side of the street. It was still snowing, but heavier now. He put his bags on the double bed. Then he turned to take his jacket off, knocking one of the bags of the bed. Then when he looked down at the bag, all his stuff had poured out onto the floor.
"Typical. Stupid bl***y bag!" he said as he picked everything back up and shoved it in that big black holdall he hated so much.
Next Chapter soon, keep reviewing! :D
