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Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy Versus XIII…only for Square-Enix [psst, not even Noctis.]

June 18, 2009

The sun shining through the windowpane in front of Acario's bed was burst-neon orange. It was only nine o'clock in the morning too. Sunshine reflected off of his gold face and was providing him first-degree burn. Tip-toeing his fingers to a string that would release window blinds that would protect him from the light, he failed miserably and continued to suffer from the deadly bright star. It was not until seven minutes after that he had rose up from his bed, tired of the burning sensation.

Facing his month calendar, italicized numbers and lines forming boxes that symbolize each day, he noticed something.

Something circled in a bold crimson marker.

Acario cocked his head to some extent, unsure of what today was supposed to be.

'Eh? Is today a co-worker's party? Uhh…mom and dad's anniversary? No, that's not it. What the hell IS today?!' he scratched his head once, twice. Finally Acario released an exaggerated sigh of hopelessness.

A florescent light bulb popped from his head.

"OH, CRAP! HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN MY THIRTY-SIXTH BIRTHDAY?!" he lightly smacked the side of his head as he suppressed his huge grin. Acario slept-walked to his refrigerator, having his feet slapping against the wintry marble floor of his rat-sized apartment. Raiding his refrigerator, he dug out the last chocolate cupcake he's retained for his birthday. He placed the dessert on his desk, lit a half-burnt candle, and poised it on top of the cupcake. Acario touched his hands together, closed his eyes, and held his mouth in a straight line, stopping himself from smiling. Five seconds later, he subsequently blew out his candles, and grin, having faith that his wish would come true.

'I…wish to get a date soon.'

Consuming his cupcake in 4 bites, a soothing song can be heard.

'I want to swim away but don't know how. Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean'

Acario snatched his cell phone from the table, pressing the button that said 'accept call'.

"Hey…" he stated, taking a stab at being seductive.

"…what the hell was that?" replied the phone, a deep male voice.

Acario continued without thinking. "That's me in my normal voi-"

Then, it sunk it. "oh, OH! Hey…Tyrus. Sorry about that. At first I thought it was one of the chicks calling me again, you know how clingy they can get." He verbalized while he strokes his hand through his hair, trying to sound cool.

"Yeah, right."

"Anyways, do you know what day today is, ol' buddy ol' pal?" Acario exclaimed, beaming and hoping that his friend would remember his birthday.

Tyrus scratched his head for a while. "Umm…a new episode of American Idol?"

"No no…think harder, dude!"

Over the line, groans of dismay and more scratching of his head can be heard; signs that show that Tyrus is really thinking.

"Ugh, you know what man, never mind" pronounced Acario, softly slapping his forehead. His own friend can't remember his birthday. "Well, what'd you call me for?"

Thankful that Acario wasn't pressing on the earlier question, he tried to remember what he was supposed to say to Acario. This time, he didn't struggle as much. "Boss told me to call you because he couldn't reach you." Sounds of a piece of paper unraveling can be heard. "He's asking why don't you have the test product yet? How much longer is it going to take you to get her? We must get her here immediately if we want to make money fast. If you don't want to get fired, get the girl within three days to our place" recited Tyrus.

A tidal wave of flashbacks rushed to Acario.

'June 8th…met Natalee….her mother…Accalia Charity Quintin…now June 18th…ten days later.'

"Hold on, I'll talk to you later." He shut his cell phone loudly and grabbed a coat, placing it on his shoulders. Silently, he took the nearest tie he could reach, which was black with red polka dots. He shut his apartment door, and headed off to the streets.

Well, anyways, I hope you have enjoyed this chapter as long as I took to write it. I'm so sorry for not updating in a while *clasp hands for forgiveness*. I had such a busy weekend, and it's only going to get worse. Please check out all our other stories though :]

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