A/N: In case you've forgotten, I do not own Final Fantasy.

~~~Space~~~

The cold night air disturbed his midnight locks as Noctis worked beneath the light of the moon. Within moments, the door's lock was broken and he stepped into the dark front room. Ahead of him, he saw a staircase going up. To his right, there was a family room connected to a kitchen a bit farther back. The soft light from nightlights made him assume that either children or pathetic adults, or both, lived here.

More than one person, I certainly hope.

He chose to ascend the stairs, hands in his pockets. He made hardly any noise and put his ear up against the first door he found. Inside the room, someone was snoring just loud enough for him to hear. Noctis leaned against the door frame and knocked on the wooden door twice.

Within the room, he heard the rustle of blankets and a high-pitched voice, but the snoring continued through it. "Lucy," said a woman. "Is that you? Did you have another bad dream, Sweetheart?"

Parents and a child in this home? Not a bad choice.

Noctis opened the door and wordlessly walked into the room. The woman was sitting up and rubbing her eyes. Beside her, a man continued to sleep, undisturbed. Half-yawning, the woman said, "Did you want to sleep with Mommy and Daddy again?"

"I'll have to decline," Noctis said, the woman now alert from hearing the unusually deep voice when expecting a child's voice.

She meant Noctis's crimson eyes and opened her mouth as if to speak but no words came forth. Around Noctis, a dozen swords started a deadly dance. Moonlight from the window glinted off their sharpened blades. Those same windows were spotted red only moments later, after Noctis had turned the woman into a living pin cushion. She never uttered that last scream lingering on her lips or closed her eyes to hide in her mind from the inevitable.

For the first time since Noctis's arrival, the man mumbled something and sat up. He lifted his hand to touch his face, finding a blood splatter from the now dead woman, whom Noctis assumed to be his wife.

"What?" the confused man asked, staring at the warm red substance on his finger tips. "H-honey, what is this?" he sounded so frightened. It was like music to Noctis's ears.

"Honey?" the man asked more frantically as he didn't get an answer, turning to his left, he saw the woman's body. Though the swords had vanished by now, the body still looked beyond help. Several stab wounds continued to ooze out blood. "What happened?" the man now had tears beginning to stream down his face.

Noctis couldn't stop the smile from spreading on his face. "She was having a little trouble sleeping, so I decided to give her a hand," Noctis kept his voice calm and bored, but he could feel his bloodlust being satisfied and the excitement from the smell of blood coursed through him.

The man, hearing Noctis's comment, seemed to be filled with blind rage. His face turned red and he swiftly, albeit clumsily, stood and ran at Noctis. Fist drawn and ready to strike, Noctis vanished, his hair turning white, before reappearing behind the now stumbling man. As his hair regained its true color, Noctis laughed.

The man was now even more infuriated and ran at Noctis, wrapping his hands around the criminal's throat. "I'll kill you for this! I swear I'll kill you!" he cried.

Noctis, now frowning from having the man's hands closing his airway, summoned a single sword to impale the man. Immediately, the grip loosened and the man fell to the floor. His breathing became labored before stopping completely.

Noctis tilted his head while staring at the lifeless body. He knelt beside it and patted the man's wound, blood coating his hand. "Not if I kill you first," he felt a little childish using that line, now that the bloodlust and voice had quieted down, but there would really never be an opportunity to use it in such perfect context again.

Standing, Noctis looked at the doorway and was greeted by a man dressed all in purple. "You're a bit late this time, Caius."

Caius scowled. "Still a monster like always, Noctis."

"I don't abandon my children."

Caius's scowl deepened and Noctis knew he hit a nerve, inside him a feeling of victory spread. "I can't stand seeing what she's become."

"You've been watching us that much?" Noctis shrugged. "She's what you made her."

"I wasn't thinking clearly!" Caius gripped the hilt of his great sword.

"You can't accept responsibility for your actions either, it seems. The rest of us continue what we do because we have nowhere else to go. A criminal is a criminal, Caius."

"I'm atoning for my sins, Noctis. NORA accepted me for who I was. They have learned to trust me."

"I never see you fight with them. I guess they still can't trust you with us high class criminals, can they?"

Caius growled. "I know trusting a criminal is difficult and I am gracious they trust me even the slightest."

Caius started to draw his sword. "Ah, ah, ah," said Noctis in a condescending tone. "You don't want to wake little Lucy, do you? She'll have to come see the commotion and her dead parents. Wouldn't that be a shame?"

Caius removed his hand from his sword and glared at Noctis with renewed anger. "Did you plan on killing her as well?"

Noctis shrugged unfazed, "It was a possibility, but you interrupted me as is."

"Cold hearted bastard. I suppose you'll just kill everyone who isn't useful to you?"

"I imagine you'd be praying Yeul remains useful to me. You, however, are not useful. I found a replacement for you. Someone I've known for a very long time has taken your place."

"I've never heard of anyone you've known for a long time and have not killed or dragged into this mess of yours."

"This was a special case. Besides, I doubt she remembers our little adventure as children."

"As long as she keeps Yeul safe, I will accept her," Caius unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Noctis. "But I will keep my eye on you. If any harm befalls Yeul, your head will be payment."

"For now, though," Caius stepped back. "You're off the hook. I'm taking Lucy to an orphanage before you can get your filthy hands on her."

Noctis teleported back to his room in the hideout, not far from his targeted house. He was almost glad that Lucy girl was there, he wasn't sure if he'd have been able to beat Caius. His powers used a lot of energy and with Caius's ability, Noctis could've lost. His teleportation, like most of his abilities, took up a lot of energy as well and he collapsed onto his bed. With his bloodlust sated, he could hear himself think and remembered the time he met Light.

His family rarely got to go on vacation, but somehow his parents had saved enough money for them to all go to Nautilus, the city of dreams. There were bright lights and colorful attractions everywhere, Noctis wanted to try them all. The scents of popcorn and caramel mingled in the air.

The only down side was that all of his siblings were there too. It had been four hours since they had all entered the grand amusement park, yet they had done nothing Noctis wanted to yet.

"Why don't we let Noctis choose the next ride?" his mother suggested in her kind voice.

"He'll just choose something stupid. He always does," one of his older brothers commented. He then ran off and the others followed. Noctis stayed standing at the same spot. Why were they always so mean to him?

"Come on, dear," called his mother.

With slow, slow steps, Noctis made his way to where his family was. He watched again as they enjoyed a ride he didn't want to go on, like always.

"Aren't you having fun?" his mother asked after the ride was over.

Noctis attempted to smile at her and say he was, but he couldn't, so he just shook his head.

"It's probably hard to have fun knowing no one loves you!" his older brother once again chimed in.

"People do love me!" cried Noctis, fighting tears. He balled up his tiny fists and swung them at his brother.

His brother, much bigger than Noctis, laughed and punched Noctis's jaw. Noctis crashed against the cement, tears now flowing freely while his brother laughed and kicked him.

Noctis felt his anger, sadness, and embarrassment build within him. Something inside him snapped, and a bright light accompanied his cries. He looked around to see swords moving of their own accord and slashing several people. Within moments, his older brother had been stabbed and coughed up his own blood.

People everywhere were shrieking and running. Noctis saw a sword flying towards a family of four, parents with two pink haired girls. The older one was the closest to the sword and before anyone could react, a bright wall of lightning enveloped the girl and vanquished the self-flying sword.

Once the smoke and lightning vanished, the older of the children looked to have been burnt by the strange defense. It must have tired her as well, for she fell to the floor moments after.

Before Noctis knew what was happening, he was enveloped by soldiers. Tranquilized and picked up by one soldier, he lazily looked at the girl again and saw that she too was being carted away by soldier, much to the obvious dismay of her parents. Finally, weariness that Noctis could no longer bear swept over him and led him into deep depths of sleep.

When he woke up, Noctis found that he was in a white room, devoid of decorations, and strapped to a hospital bed. Though, he was positive this wasn't a hospital.

A woman entered from the only door, and Noctis noticed there were no windows in the room. He started to feel very claustrophobic. "Well, well, well," said the woman, with a smooth voice. "Looks like we have a little boy with some great power on our hands."

Soon, Noctis would learn to dread that woman's voice.

Noctis stretched and rolled onto his back. "Enough daydreaming for now," he told himself.

With a yawn, Noctis found a comfortable position and drifted off to sleep.

~~~Space~~~

Light couldn't help herself. In the morning, she had decided to go to the NORA hideout. She was careful to wear a hat, sunglasses, and a large overcoat. She just wanted –no needed- to see Serah again.

Satisfied that no one would know who she was, Light left and made her way to the bar that the girl with hardly any clothes on, Lebreau, Light corrected herself, tended to. It was a hotspot for NORA members, and locals, to hang out at.

As she walked, Light caught glimpses of herself in the windows of various stores. She almost didn't recognize herself. Maybe I'll cut these strange black locks, she thought, keeping herself occupied through her journey with trivial matters.

The bar was crowded, as usual, but Light managed to find a spot to sit. It was a small table near one of the windows that she chose, but she could see most of the people in the bar. Ordering just water from the bar, she sat and waited to see Serah.

She must have started daydreaming at some point, because she did not hear anyone approaching. Turning her head, she was met with a sight that filled her with fear. Snow, standing tall with his hero grin and trench was standing beside her.

"A new costumer?" he asked cheerily.

Light nodded.

Snow gestured at the only other chair at her table. "May I?"

Light nodded again.

"Not very talkative, are you?" he asked.

Light shook her head.

"Are you here to join NORA? We fight crimes and have all sorts of fun adventures. I'm the leader and my fiancée is my second in command."

"I-I see," Light said, changing her voice slightly. Though she didn't think Snow would notice her solely by her voice.

"Well, are you?" Snow had a grin and an expectant look in his eyes.

Light hesitated, but nodded once again, immediately reprimanding herself for making such a foolish decision. Way to go, becoming a criminal and a crime fighter. I'm sure that will go well.

"Great!" Snow laughed and stuck his hand out for Light to shake, which she unwillingly did. "I'm Snow. And you are?"

Light stuttered, "Uh, I-I'm…"

I'm in deep shit.

~~~Space~~~

A/N: Please, please, please review! Also, what should Light use as her alias in NORA? Any ideas? If so, please leave them in a review or PM me!