Digital Fantasy
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A Digimon & Final Fantasy Tactics Fusion

DIGITAL FANTASY: LEGEND OF THE TWELVE DIGI-CRESTS

written by K-chan

Characters of Fate: THIEF
"Denying the World"

With one foot propped upon a rock, the young man leaned forward over the cliff, staring blankly at the landscape below. A thin blade of grass dangled from his lips as he stood in silence. He enjoyed the gentle breeze that brushed against his skin and through his thick, golden hair.

After a while, he yanked the grass from his lips and threw it aside like the useless object it was. He turned around and walked over to a simple tombstone. He stood in front of the marked grave without looking at it, instead his deep, blue eyes roamed the tranquil cliffside. He later settled down next to the tombstone, leaning his back against it.

He closed his eyes and grinned at nothing in particular. The memories of his father came flooding back into his mind, but now the man was dead and laid in that very grave. "You always loved this place," he finally spoke, addressing the decease man. "Quite a nice view, but it's too quiet."

He had always enjoyed the quiet settings, but ever since his father's funeral, the silence among the thieves in mourning had pushed him to the limit. They allowed him to lock himself in his room and wallow in his loss, but he could still feel their sadness and pity, adding to his own depression. He had to get away from it all, so now here he was with his father again.

If that wasn't enough problems, he had to find out about his own birth and the mother he never knew. Anger filled his heart when he wrote the one-page letter to the woman who bore him, cutting their relationship, but he knew that their bond could never be broken because he had her blood flowing in his own body.

He clenched his fists at that thought, gritting his teeth, and closed his eyes to lose himself in his own world where there was no one else but him. It was no use though as his blues eyes snapped open and glared at nothing in particular. He angrily punched the ground, ignoring the rough terrain that caused his fist to bruise and bleed. He didn't even flinch from the pain because all he could think about were the words of one of his men--the thief he had sent out to deliver the letters to his 'mother.'

"I've completed the assignment you gave me, boss," the thief said with a neutral expression. He watched the back of the young blonde standing by the window. From the still pose, one would've thought it was a statue of excellent workmanship.

"Yamato," his superior quietly said without turning around. The thief was for once confused until the blonde moved away from the window and looked at him. "I'm not my father, so just call me by my name." The thief only nodded, losing his confusion. He understood well because his father was only buried about three weeks ago, and the new position seemed inherit as he reluctantly took the leadership of these outcasts that had been his only family since birth.

"Well, anything else to report, Taka?" Yamato asked, brushing his hand through his hair. He sat down in a chair behind his desk and ushered Taka to do the same. It may seem strange to see a young man order around a group of men around his father's age, but it was natural in their pack. Everyone looked up to the blonde's late father with upmost respect, and the son was no different, easily proving his abilities and himself to the others.

Taka seated himself in one of the side chairs in silence, gathering the right words to tell him. When Yamato read the letter his father had left behind, revealing the truth behind his birth, it was nothing more than a bombshell on his already rough life as the son of a thief. But now his mother was actually a noblewoman married to a well-known lancer of the neighboring kingdom.

He knew how it felt to be alone in this world, when he himself had lost everyone dear to him and almost his own life if it wasn't for Yamato's father. He had practically shun the whole world from him, and at that very moment, he could see the same thing happening to Yamato. They were already outcasts of society, living by thievery, and accepted their fates willingly, but to find out another half of his life had pushed the young man into hate and anger.

Yamato knew of having a half-brother, but he couldn't--and didn't--give a damn about that. But this was what Taka wanted to bring up. "The boy," the thief began, keeping his indifferent eyes ahead of him, "he reminds me of you."

The room was left in silence with Yamato's unreadable, blue eyes staring at the man. Taka brushed his hand against the opposite sleeve as if he was sweeping the dirt off and looked up at Yamato to see if he was being challenge of the statement's validity. They sat in a staring contest, and the longer Taka looked at the young blonde-haired, blue-eyed man, the more he swore that the Yamato and the Takaishi boy were brothers.

Yamato remained quiet through the whole ordeal, having not expected the man to even bring up his family affairs at all, but Taka broke the intense atmosphere with his calm voice, "Exactly like you."

"There you are!" a voice snapped Yamato out of his meditation. The blonde pulled his thoughts back to his current environment on the cliffside and stood up to see an old man walking towards him. "Of all the places, I'm not surprised you're here," he chuckled, sitting down on a nearby boulder to rest his aged legs.

"Hey gramps," Yamato greeted with a sly grin, "Am I worth all your troubles to hike up here?" He joined the old man on the boulder, and they sat in silence for a bit, allowing the new visitor to pay his respects to the dead.

The old man stood up and walked over to the cliffside, gazing at the beautiful view below. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and when he exhaled, he turned around to Yamato. "You should see 'her'," he said.

Yamato didn't answer, looking else where instead. "Your father has always been like a son to me, and you were like my grandson," he said. "I don't want to see hate breaking up a mother and son, when it was love that brought you into this world."

"Love?" the blonde practically laughed out. He took a few seconds to calm down and stood up, clenching his fists, "You call it love when she abandoned my father and me?! She returned to her luxurious life, not giving a damn 'bout neither of us! No letters, meetings, whatsoever!!" He stared at his father's grave with furious eyes, "I was angry at him too, but he's gone now. There's no point. But she..."

The man stood in front of Yamato, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Look, Yamato. Your mother had a life already set for her, married to a great man, but your father came appeared before her, sweeping her into uncertainty and an unpredictable love. It was her choice to love your father and to have you, so don't tell me it wasn't out of love.

"But in the end, she had already belonged to another," he sighed, remembering the scene of the lovers' parting. "If you should blame someone, then blame Destiny." He pushed Yamato's contemplating form back onto the boulder before the new perspective could knock him off his feet. Still, the blonde didn't seem convinced of what the old man had observed almost two decades ago.

"Stubborn as ever," he mumbled. "Why don't you let her explain things from her side?" he suggested with a smile.

Yamato had consider the thought for the past few days. As much as he hated his mother for leaving him, there was still a part of him that longed to meet her, to see who she really was, and most of all to have her embrace her lost son.

"Dammit, gramps," the blonde shook his head after making his decision, "It's people like you with all their talk who gives me headaches, forcing me to take these damn vacations." The old man chuckled, not minding the playful insult at all. "But mind you, I haven't decided IF I'll see her," he said before stalking off.

The smiling man watched him leave, knowing well that the decision to see his mother wasn't an obstacle at all because in his heart, he WANTED to see her.
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Thanks for the more reviews! And now onto answering some of the questions...
To ShamanOfTheBabble Serendipity... Yours wasn't really a questiong, but I feel like saying yes, Hikari will find her brother BUT it won't any time soon... She'll have a little adventure before then... maybe several...

To April... Heh, now you know for certain Yama-chan is the head thief... the 'big, bad wolf boss'... you'll see later. Okie, I saw your new review, and yes, Dai-chan and Keru-chan are rivals. I'm basically keeping some Digimon stuff in this as far as some of the relations go... and yes, there will be couples... I've mentioned a few in Tai-chan's chapter at the beginning.

To Link of Shadow... Jyou will be something related to a medic (you have to figure out the exact job, though if you've played FFTactics , it's easy to figure out)... heh, that's REALLY a lot of really 's but don't worrie I will continue this... and as for a DAIKARI? maybe... I support TAKARIs, but I don't know how this is all gonna end, so...

To blink... Umm, Koushiro's chapter will be the last one since it delves straight into the main plot, but err... he does wear a robe (kinda) but he will be able to fight. NO one will be useless in this story, and remember this is fusing with FFTactics which allows the characters to change jobs (in this case, learn jobs from one another). I don't support KOUMI as much as I do MIMATO, but I'll think about doing a few KOUMI scenes...
Okie, well that's all the questions so far, ne? I'll try to do this again. Now 5 left!

[winks and blows kisses] Lotsa love! K-chan outtie! =^-^=