A/N Thanks for the reviews so far people You make me happy 3 I've just taken out my lip-ring and if I press my finger to the piercing and chew my lip, it says suctioned there! It's awesome!…Or am I just easy to amuse? Anyway…Enjoy XD.

Chapter Two

Vaan has a moment

Upon waking from a beautiful dream that he couldn't quite remember, Vaan found himself on the floor. He tried to remember why he was there, but no matter how much he strained the ill used organ in his skull, he couldn't. Why did he go searching around last night for another bed if he was just going to end up on the floor anyway? He opened his eyes groggily, the light stabbing mercilessly into them. He couldn't have felt worse supposing he had a hangover. Did he? If he did, a horrendous, sobering sight lay before him. On Balthier's bedroom floor, where he lay, were; half the food supplies painted on the wall and he was wearing a wolf pelt.

"Ah, Vaan you never told me that you were a sleep walker." The posh Archadian voice was brimming with amusement. Vaan blinked and looked up at the sniggered sky pirate lying on his side, staring down at him. His elbow was leaning against the bed, his head on his hand. "You even unlocked the door…always wonder why Penelo locked you in your room from the outside…I could summon a guess that this happen a lot then?"

Vaan said nothing. He recalled being told he sleepwalked by Migelo. Back then it was minor, maybe pinch a few gil here, eat a carpet there…but something told Vaan he wasn't wearing anything else under the wolf skin. That something was Balthier's smug face.

"You're cleaning this up, by the way."

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Breakfast consisted of leftover Ozmone hare stew which Fran politely declined saying she wasn't hungry. Vaan took the longest to make the connection and had to ask. Penelo slapped him while Balthier went after a frazzled Fran.

"It's a wonder she hasn't stuck an arrow in you yet, Vaan."

"What I do? I only asked."

"Honestly. What, did you think she was just anorexic or something? Would YOU eat a bangaa or a Viera?"

"Well…maybe not a bangaa but…it depends what you mean when you say eat…"

"Vaan. Shut up."

Outside, Balthier was trying to convince Fran not to put her head in the jaws of a nearby werewolf. Between the smell of the rabbit stew and Vaan's general ignorance she was beginning to gain a rather severe headache.

"He certainly doesn't amuse me if that's what you mean," Fran sighed, hand on hip. "I feel like Jote…" But Balthier shook his head and placed a comforting arm on her shoulder.

"Never say that Fran, you've had to deal with more of Vaan that she'll ever-"

Suddenly, as if sensing they didn't want to see him, Vaan appeared at the window. He was sporting a cheesy grin and a carrot was balancing off the end of his nose. Fran cocked an arrow and aimed it at the window.

"Fran…easy now…"

If she broke the window of his precious Strahl. Vaan would die.

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"Hey um…can someone please let me out of here?"

"No."

Vaan sat upside down hanging off his bed. He was bored.

Everyone had left for a last minute trip to Rabanastre to get some more supplies, Vaan having eaten them all and painting the walls with the rest of them. In doing so they'd locked Vaan in his room. They weren't willing to risk taking him with them nor willing to run the risk of letting him run off with the ship. How stupid of Balthier to teach him the controls. He felt lied to . Balthier had found his trip through the forest amusing; he'd even said so himself. Yet, out of respect for his beloved Viera, he refused to let it end without proper action. It would have been indignant and un-gentlemanly of him not to punish Vaan for his misdeeds.

"- And I am never un-gentlemanly Vaan, I refuse to do anything that could be considered harmful to my status."

"Except for a constant ego-trip.""That was uncalled for, it's coming out of your lessons." Balthier said sternly and left the room, locking it behind him. Vaan sighed and wondered when his "lessons" would properly begin…

So now he sat down on his bed. Thinking. It was something he hadn't tried before so it was necessary that he sat down. He remembered the past year. How a single stone, the Dusk Shard has cast his fate. A lucky turn from a depressing past to an exciting future filled with Occuria only knew what. It had been hard in the past but now he was with people who care about him, well, Penelo at least. Reks…what could he say about the little brother he'd fought for, risked his life and his sanity for. He was sure he'd be proud even if Reks had been the brains of the family and Vaan hadn't really had the education Reks did.

Vaan recalled his first meeting with the princess. Hilarious in anyone's books really. He'd caught her as she jumped out of reach of several imperials of what should've been her own army. An everyday street-rat, the lowest of the low and here he had just saved a Royal Princess in hiding then went on to restore her to her former glory and help her free Dalmasca from the evil clutches of Vayne.

He'd already met Fran and Balthier. He laughed again, remembering Balthier's entrance as thought it had barely just happened. The sky pirate never changed.

Vaan was and had never, been good with politics. Yet he knew now that Vayne Solidor had been trying to turn Rabanastre slowly into Old Archades. A permanent city of recession. The power hungry Lord was only aiming to spread his land along through Dalmasca, Bancour and onto Rozzaria.

The more Vaan thought about it, the more he began to feel please with himself. It was all him really. His plan to steal the stone. His chance meeting with Fran and Balthier. His extra weight on the scooter that caused them to crash into the Garimsythe Waterway and meet the Princess. His friend Penelo who had to be rescued from Bhujerba and his foolhardy attitude that had them put in Nalbina where Basch was freed and didn't die of starvation and boredom.

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"How?"

"The child needs to be set right. Perhaps the Queen Ashelia would find some form of punishment for him…" Balthier decided watching the hyperactive teenager bounce upon and down on his bed with a crudely made paper hat. He was insisting they call him "The Great Master of Fate". Balthier was thinking up something along the lines of "The Greatest Disaster to Date" but smirked at it instead of revealing it to the others.

"The Palace would crumble on site of him," Penelo said shaking her head and wondering how on earth she could have, at one point, done anything for him to keep him from starving to death. Balthier's grin only widened and Fran decided now was as good a time as any to cast silence on Vaan.

"I'm the Great Vaan fon Fate Master!!"

Penelo thudded her head against the wall.

A/N GAH!! Sorry It's so short. I couldn't find the book I'd written the story in. I might have to re-write it. (headwall) I hope you enjoyed what is there anyway.