AUTHOR´S NOTE:
FFVI Characters are an exclusive creation of Square-Enix (Squaresoft) and respective collaborators
Rated K+ (In general)
FanFic FFVI (ONESHOT) Toy Soldier
* Kefka Palazzo VIII (AU) *
His clothes had long since lost the vividness of their colors, nothing that had not also happened with those of other artists, of different ages but none exceeding puberty. Probably because of a continuous exposure to the elements in addition to the dirt that accumulated in walls and stone walkways. The same could be said of the paint that covered his skin needing a touch-up, especially after a rainy weather. The red of his lips half lost and the pigment around his eyes drained like red tears falling down his white cheeks. Nevertheless the captivating thing of the boy resided in the piece of wood that supported against his neck and he made sound.
Still keeping a distance, the officers nodded in silent observation. They only needed a signal from the man who remained behind to advance and while the piece filled the space with each note played with brilliance he did not seem willing to interrupt the young artist. More than a fascination or love awakened the reason could well be the need for a clearing of the corner to carry out the action proposed.
For all connoisseurs of the piece of music performed, it was known that its composition was designed to have three parts, thus lengthening it so that many vulgar listeners always reached a point of boredom, losing the small jewel that was the third part, In the middle of the second, many of the citizens who applauded and donated some coins began to resume their routines leaving more space but as possessed by the grandeur and power of the melody the harlequin continued to stroke the fine strings with the bow, moving head and arm to the dictated rhythm.
With a mere movement of his gloved hand by dark cloth, the officers approached previously turning their heads and uncrossing their arms. The other young ones, like animals perceiving danger, did not take long to run but the violinist remained in his position unable to stop the melody at its peak, the clear tone of his sparkling eyes still lost at a distant point until their masculine hands on his little and thin shoulders under the bulky cotton collar pulled him out of his reverie after the final notes. Then shrinking in surprise, he blinked and looked at his right shoulder and then left one. The melody became an echo in his head having separated the bow of the violin in his other hand.
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"Hello boy, do you know that you play the violin very well?" One of the guards spoke, his hand pressing on the shoulder it had posed, just in case the little artist had the urge to run away.
However, the boy swallowed, he replied, revealing his confusion and fear.
"Have I done something bad?"
What forced a negation with the head, the other imitating the gesture communicated his fate.
"Oh no but we would like you to accompany us, there is someone very interested in you, you know?"
His blond head crouched then, pretending to understand, following the steps that the men in uniform marked back to a dark vehicle.
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Ill he had been told, forcing him to hurry his steps into the interior of a new room after, barely possessing furniture which made the space somewhat larger and desolate. Nothing more than a low bed and a distant little table.
That was even worse than being considered a criminal he thought, realizing the increase of his problem, following the step imposed until he was inside the room, but ... how? In his head there was no place to suspect any physical illness, however slight it might be, because his companions would have noticed it too. Sicking involved a visit to the doctor's office whose rate would not be cheap, so it was common to avoid getting sick at all costs.
Without giving him much time to settle, sitting on the mattress with more grayish tan White blankets wrapped, the boy was required to undress, being the outfit on his skin to be his last possession, being previously confiscated the musical instrument that his hands had clung to throughout the journey made. The remains of paint on his face vanished thanks to the pressure of a wet towel against it after taking it from one of the drawers that the table had, next to it was the piece of clothing with which to cover his naked and shivering body.
The last indication was simple, wait until the arrival of the people in charge of transferring him to the operating room, something of an intervention he thought he had previously caught, Gestahl did not seem a man of many words...
MARYXULA
This was something I had planned to do as a mini fancomic but as I did not like the result of the first page, corresponding to the first fragment I had written, I decided to write the following two.
The first part actually being the one that originated these three is in my tumblr as a consequence of something even shorter I wrote in relation to an original carácter of mine, let's say that addressing the protagonist, in this case, role taken by Kefka.
The character whose illness would be cured by force lacking a lot of physical strength in a state of desperation requests something that makes him stronger in order to survive in combat. (This disease turning out to have been magic, his own magic) The suggested technique of giving power similar to magitek infusions...
