IMPORTANT STUFF: Digimon does not belong to me, and the Final Fantasy series is Squaresoft's sweet baby (if you didn't know that, where have you been??!!!).
This medieval (epic) story will have the following possible couples: TAIORA, MIMATO, MICHI, TAKARI, DAKARI, DAIYAKO, KENYAKO, JYORA, KOUYAKO... and maybe more. I may include some yaoi/yuri later.
A Digimon & Final Fantasy Tactics Fusion
DIGITAL FANTASY: LEGEND OF THE TWELVE DIGI-CRESTS
written by K-chan
Characters of Fate: KNIGHT
"After the War"
Weary from his journey, the knight rode the golden chocobo into a small town. The light rain trickled on his dull helmet and soaked his leather cloak, still worn from the last years of the Gennai Wars. Just the thought of the name sparked the spite in his veins. The war like any other was always the struggle for power, tearing lives and families apart especially the Gennai Royal Families who were the ones responsible for the devastation. Their greed and selfishness for control and power only brought suffering to the lower classes.
Even now with the conclusion of the war and the time for peace treaties, the lives of the inhabitants across the nine countries were still in a state of turmoil. His chocolate eyes surveyed the area as if he was still at war. His soldier's instincts never let him down. Everywhere he went, he had to anticipate the trouble his status would cause.
The streets were bare for a few people, but they were already rushing to their homes because of the weather. The rain was beginning to pour down now as the man jerked the chocobo towards the western section of town, where the local inn was located. When he stopped at the short pathway to the inn's front doorstep, he climbed off the golden creature and led it towards a post that stood on either side of the walkway. He tied the reins to the post and took his belongs from the back of the chocobo, preparing to enter the building.
If outside was practically deserted of people, then the empty inn said something about this town. He stood in the doorway for a few moments, scanning the lobby, and when he sensed nothing strange, he proceeded farther in, letting the door slam after him. He slowly and carefully walked up to the front desk just in time to be greeted by a nervous, elder woman, who must've been surprised from the noise.
Looking at the stranger, her aged eyes quickly darted from top to bottom and to the satchel over his shoulder and then finally stayed on the intimidating sword by his side. She never lost her nervousness as the soldier stood in front of her. He could sense the fear in her manner--fear of those with blood on their hands--and to hopefully ease her mind, he placed his sheathed sword on the counter as well as his belongings.
Her eyes were glued to him as she tried to remain calm, clasping her hands together to stop her body from trembling. She felt herself tense up when he reached for his helmet. She was expecting a middle-aged man all roughed up from the contacts of the wilderness, coarsed and beared, but instead she let out a small gasped at the young brunette who was giving her a genuine, warm smile. Even with the disheveled, bushy hair like he spent his whole life sleeping under stars, he was quite a handsome, young man.
"I'm sorry if I scared you," he apologized. His voice was gentle, and she could've sworn she heard a small chuckle hidden beneath it. She studied him again, knowing that he was a soldier yet wondering why his type ended up as one. He seemed like one of the teenagers in the town, including her youngest son, so well-mannered, a youthful face that should enjoy life.
Her gaze went down to the counter where his items were and fell on the hilt of the sword. There was a family crest in its center that signified that it belonged to a noble family even if she didn't know which one of the thousands out there. Finding her voice again, she greeted him like a good proprietoress should, "Welcome, sir knight, how can I help you?"
He chuckled lightly at the title, brushing his gloved hand through his messy hair. She didn't realize it before--probably because of the poor lit lobby--but there was a dark-blue headband around his head that didn't help at all in taming his hair. "Just one room for the night," he said.
"Yes, we do have rooms that are vacant," she replied, skimming through the inn's log.
"Any room's fine. I'm not picky," he added. "How much will that be?"
"Twenty gils, sir."
He reached into his satchel and pulled out a few coins. He looked over the money and then gave it to the woman. It was twenty more gils than she expected. She was about to say something, but he spoke up instead, "I have a chocobo in the front that needs a place to stay too.""We have a stable in the back. My son'll bring it back there and feed it for the evening."
"Thanks, and can I have a meal sent to my room?"
"Yes, I'll inform the cook," she said as she gave him the key to his room. "It's room twelve. There's a nice view of the town's square." He thanked her and gathered up his things again with the helmet tucked under one arm and the other carried his bag and sword. The woman watch the young man ascend the staircase in silence, just realizing that she forgot to ask for his name.
He unlocked the door to his temporary room that was at the end of the hallway and stepped inside. It was furnished with a bed in the corner, a few cabinents and chests were set along the opposing wall, and a round table with a four chairs took up the center. It was simple and comfortable, just enough for a traveler to feel at home.
He put his satchel and sword on the table and finally decided to pry the wet cloak from his body, revealing a dull armor protecting plain, blue outfit. He shook the wrapping of the dripping water and then let it fold over the back of a chair as he slipped the gloves off his hands.
He sat down, looking over his appearance, and made an expression that appeared to be half bewilderment and half frustration. His clothes were semi-damp, clinging to his skin. He really needed a bath, and maybe after a meal he would have to do that. A nice warm bath sounded great in his mind. He had been traveling for at least three days now, still on his search from two months ago.
It wasn't long when he noticed there was a window and walked over to it. The rain was coming down strong now, but he hoped it would stop soon. If not, then he would probably have to stay an extra day. God, how he hated the rain. He didn't mind the physical annoyance of it, but the depressing mood was something he could without. It was only making his journey difficult.
He came out of his thoughts when a knock at the door beckoned him. He answered it and was met by the innkeeper with his meal. He stepped aside, allowing her entrance, all the while keeping his eyes pasted on the food. A village's meal looked more appealing than whatever hunt in the wild, and not having to cook was another advantage, not bothering to think how lousy he was at it.
He followed the wonderful aroma to the table and seated himself like an impatient, little boy. The woman smiled at the sight, chuckling quietly to herself. "Enjoy the dinner, sir," she said, bowing slightly. He nodded, and she started to let herself out.
She stopped halfway through the door entrance and looked back, realizing she need something from him that was required from all customers. "Sir, can I have your name for the record," her voice had a hint of authority, which he seemed to overlook.
He was already into the food and swallowed the bit of food before answering. He turned to her, not to be rude with one's back to another. "Yagami," he said with a wide grin, "Taichi Yagami."
