Disclaimer peoples (or who evah I need to write this for) I, unforcently, do not own Final Fantasy or any of its games and charas. Tho I really wish I did, I only own my OC's... (Wah life's so unfair) anyway here's chapter one:

Chapter 1- Stuck...

Marche closed his eyes. He was going home. Home! The word rang throughout his mind. Finally I can go home!

He opened them and looked at Montblanc.

"I tell everyone good bye for you, kupo!" Montblanc said cheerfully, even though he didn't want to lose a trusted friend like Marche, he knew that Marche needed to go. Marche nodded and watched as things turned from Final Fantasy-ish to real world-ish. Then everything stopped changing and in a fast swirl of color everything was back to Ivalice (the country one), as if he had never left.

"What the-?" Marche looked around wildly. "What happened?"

"Kupo?" Montblanc turned around. "I thought you left…so why are you still here?"

"I have no idea," Marche said and sighed disheartedly. "Come let's met back up with everyone,"

"So Ritz and Mewt made it back?" Marche asked. Montblanc nodded from the chair next to him.

"So what will you do now?" A cool voice asked from the shadowed corner across the table. Since Marche wasn't sitting looking across and meeting the virea's eyes wasn't hard. Her head was almost completely covered by black fabric, leaving only her dark eyes, long rabbit-like ears and a strand of white hair visible from the front. A black white-fringed cloke, hung almost limply over the black jumpsuit, partially covering the top. Each wrist also sported a band of matching fabric.

"Well, Lana, if it's ok with everyone, I would like to stay with you guys," Marche said.

"It's perfectly fine, kupo!" Montblanc said at once and the fighter sitting on Montblanc's left and the ninja, sitting on Montblanc's right both nodded their support.

"Then itsss sssettled!" A bangaa hissed from behind Marche, who turned to look at him. His facemask gleamed in the light giving him a menacing look. It extended down his back covering him form tail tip to nose. He slung an arm around Marche's shoulders, plate-mail shirt clinking softly.

"Chandler?" Marche said uncertainly.

"Your ssstuck with usss," Chandler hissed.

Marche grinned weakly.

"Ah, Marche your still here? I would have thought-" A Nu Mou clad in a green white fringed robe with a green, white brimmed hat that fell down his back, walked up. "No, never mind you can explain to me later,"

"What's new?" The fighter asked.

"Sharu, you of all people should know with as much time as you spend at that bar!" The Nu Mou shook his head and made a 'tsk'ing noise.

Sharu's face turned bright red. "R-Ricardo!"

The ninja stared at him, his eyes laughing, "Oh, have we now? I didn't know you were old enough to drink," Marche was sure a teasing smile was spread across the man's face.

"Benkmen! Not you too!" Sharu groaned.

"I'm just kidding," Benkmen laughed and leaned back and put his hands behind his hidden head. "So, what is new?"

"Well, there's this new rumor that magic is acting strangely around water," Ricardo sat down across from Montblanc.

"Water? Why the water?" Marche asked.

Ricardo shrugged. "I don't know but we need to keep that in mind for future missions," Everyone nodded. "Furthermore it could be linked to why Marche could not go home."

Marche grinned. "What would I do without you guys?"

"You'd be a bangaa's dinner, kupo!" Montblanc quipped. Chandler's eye's narrowed threatening him, but even he laughed as Marche recalled his first meeting with a bangaa.

There my first chapter. Please do not yell at me if it is bad I am new at this. Um… I guess I'll post more if you people want it tho, this was kinda just a trial thing…