Disclaimer: As much as I like Bahamut, and would absolutely love to own him as a pet, I don't. Nor do I own Final Fantasy. And Ultima Nexus is Piccolo Sky's.

Title: Intro

Summery: Just background details

Basics

I'll bet you never saw this coming, least of all from me. That's right, the summery was correct, this is a series of one-shots based on the summons from Final Fantasy... chibi-fied!

The idea for this came initially from an old RPG I started, one that some of you may be familiar with: Final Fantasy Fusion. I won't get into the plot for it, since it is unimportant, and it no longer exists, but the origins of the summons was explained in that most of them had lived lives on Earth, but were killed, tragically, and Fate chose them as the guardians. Blah, blah, I won't get into the technical bits, but a while ago, I was just thinking back on that and thought about how they'd have to be reborn into their new forms, and considered what sort of mischief they'd get up to while growing up in their new bodies.

A special thanks to Piccolo Sky, to whom the realm of Ultima Nexus belongs to. He has kindly allowed me to use the Esper's original home from his fic series, 'The Servant' as the home of the chibi-Summons. Thank you once again.

Ages

Yes, they are all different ages. That would be because they died at different times, during their Previous Lives. Before anyone criticizes me for making Bahamut the youngest, that was because he was the last one to be reborn, and he was the youngest one to die in his Previous Life. I won't give all the ages, just the ones I've had in the fics done so far.

Bahamut: 6

Ifrit: 10

Shiva: 11

Carbuncle: 7

Odin: 15

Gilgamesh: 14

Yojimbo: 12

The Knights of the Round: 8 (except for Lancelot and Arthur, who are 9)

Griever: 10

Hades: 8

Diablos: 9

Siren: 6

Sacred: 9

Minotaur: 7

(May have got the last two muddled up)

What their attitudes are like?

Well, Sacred and Minotaur's relationship will be similar to that of me and me brothers relationship, so ready the ear plugs (hey, you don't think they were always close do you?).

Diablos and Hades are the resident bullies.

The Knights spend half the day sitting at their secret club table, trying to think of something chivalrous to do.

I know it's stereotypical, but Ifrit is a pyromaniac.

Shiva fears/hates males, something that will be explained eventually.

Odin and Gilgamesh are the peace keepers, when the Knights aren't trying to be.

Yojimbo, like when he's grown up, is a right mercenary. Want someone beaten up? Give him half your dinner.

Carbuncle is the quiet one, who tries to be friends with everybody, and dislikes arguments.

Griever is the solitude obsessed one, who is always willing to hear a good story.

Bahamut is the most unpredictable one, half the time he seems very depressed, the other half the time he can be a good friend, but he is often the target of bullies. He has a great weight on his shoulders in the knowledge that he is some day going to be the leader of everyone in Ultima Nexus.

Others will come into it, but they are the only ones directly involved in any of my ficlets so far.

Most of these one-shots will be of a light-hearted nature, but there will be the odd dark natured one, mostly when it concerns their Previous Lives.

Now, because of a rule I'm not willing to test whether or not is still being enforced, I shall give a quick one-shot here, now.

Title: Rebirth

Summery: A new beginning.

It was dark. Feeling around, he felt a smooth wall, confining him to this small space. He struggled softly, feeling slightly claustrophobic, sitting in such a cramped space, doing nothing. He felt his prison shake slightly, and a foreign sound came to his ears, but a sound that he recognised at the same time. Deja vu? He paused briefly, contemplating the word that had just entered his mind. What did that word mean? He was certain that he knew it, but where?

Shutting his eyes, though it made no difference, since he could not see anything to begin with, and tried to remember something before his being here. In his mind's eye, he saw a brief flash of white, and a powerful voice, though the words were lost on him. Frowning, he struggled against his prison again, wanting to get out of this dark place. The room, or whatever it was, shook again. This time he heard a voice call out something, dimly, as if the person saying it was a distance away.

"It's hatching!"

Hatching? What was hatching? Was he hatching? He shook his head, not thinking about it, readying himself to struggle against his prison again. He tried to remember how he got here again, and his minds eye saw a dark field, and felt a deep fear. Then the flash of white again, with the voice speaking, only this time he caught one of the words:

"...Chosen."

Chosen? Was he chosen for something? What would he have been chosen for that would result in him being here? Again, he decided not to dwell on it, attacking the walls again. Yet another shudder, but no real change. He continued to scratch at the smooth walls, gaining no results. He felt a surge of panic at the idea of being stuck in this prison and used all his remaining energy to strike at the wall, landing the blow just above his head. Drained of energy, he paused and looked at his handiwork. A small crack had appeared, letting in a small amount of light. He could now see that his prison was white in colour.

His memory stirred, and in his mind saw the dark field that he'd remembered before, only this time he remembered running, and loud bangs. His stomach and shoulder felt a tight pain at the memory of the sounds. Again, he saw the flash of white, and the voice again.

"You were...chosen... ...Bahamut."

Bahamut? That wasn't his name, was it? He couldn't remember. Voices from outside his prison came again, still sounding distant, far away.

"Come on little fella. You can do it."

He shut his eyes, concentrating. He wanted to know who he was, or why he was here. The field again came to mind, along with the fear that just came. He heard shouting, the loud sounds, and his stomach and shoulder felt a horrible pain again. The white flash.

"You were killed... However, you have been chosen to lead a group of guardians... From this day forth... named Bahamut."

So, Bahamut was his name. But he had died? That couldn't be true, he was here. If he had died, how could he lead anyone?

Again, shaking his head, he listened to the outside voices. Why were they saying someone could do it? Do what? Were they talking to him? Deciding to try and escape again, he slammed his head into the crack. The wall around it shattered, and he stuck his head out, into the outside world. He immediately regretted it, as the light burnt his eyes. He gave off a pathetic whine, before shrinking back into what he had considered a prison before. Now, he saw it as safe, at least he'd never felt pain in there, except when trying to remember how he'd got there.

He tried to remember the white flash again, not liking the pain that he'd felt when he'd remembered the dark field, but nothing came to mind. A pair of hands reached into his little sanctuary and pulled him out, despite his struggling. He shut his eyes tightly against the light, crying in protest. The cold that he hadn't even realised he'd been feeling since he'd cracked open the place he'd been in, disappeared as he was pressed against something warm and furry. He stopped protesting, and instead snuggled against this warm, furry thing.

"Cute li'l fella, ain't he?" A deep voice rumbled, and the furry wall vibrated.

He gave a small squeak of protest, not liking this vibrating and rested against his soft wall again, closing his eyes.

-End