Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ FIELD Of FLOWERS ❯ Hironobu Sakaguchi, Executive Producer ( Chapter 1 )

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Rated: R

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Summary: Seventeen year-old, Lisa spends her birthday in Japan to meet with Executive Producer, Hironobu Sakaguchi. What does that have to do with her winding up outside of Balamb a week before all conflicts?

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Chapter One: Hironobu Sakaguchi, Executive Producer

"Miss Lisa! The meet is at five... you should be on your way."

Oh, Yutaka was a handy guy. The only one who decided to escort me around Japan for the rest of my stay here - which wasn't long, seems how it was a Birthday present. I considered it as a rare opportunity to do something with my life.

Anyways. "I suppose, but I need some Pepto first. Mighty jittery today."

I heard him follow me into the kitchen, probably smirking at the mess I had reduced myself to for the past couple of days. I wasn't just here for the sites, I was here for destiny! Okay, that was an exaggeration. I was here simply to meet the finest creator in Final Fantasy history: Hironobu Sakaguchi.

"You're going to be fine and late, but fine," he said, obviously exhausted. I had been dragging him around all over the place - pointing to this and that, and had him explain every detail to me. He almost had a stroke sometime between the HUGE mall and the airport. Why, that was only the first day I arrived.

"Someone didn't have their tea this morning."

Yutaka didn't find that very amusing. Right, then... I closed the Pepto and continued through the living-room, shuddering at the filth I'd have to clean up later. Hurricane season in Lisa's hotel room. Terrific. Locking the door, we headed out towards the various lines along the street.

"This is insane!" Yutaka freaked, probably feeling particularly closed in at that moment. I knew how much I used to hate tightly packed places - I still hated them, nevermind.

I tried my best to calm down, for him and myself. "Patience is a virtue. I didn't come all of this way for nothing. Even still, I'd be leaving here with something, but I must do this to be complete."

"Crazy woman," He said, while nudging me across the new gap. A step closer from where we were before. It wasn't an extremely long line, a good round of twenty people were infront of us. Nothing to be called a 'Crazy Woman' over, though.

I smiled anyway, despite how much I wanted to rip off his head and use it as a soccer-ball. "It's my birthday, I'm allowed to be crazy."

Yutaka walked a step ahead, before turning to me. "So, what do you plan on doing after this, dream girl?"

"This is it, I guess." And that was the honest truth. I had nothing back home, unless you count constant family arguments and tugging hopes to become a writer. It was those times where I'd tell myself things like, 'Dreams are just goals put into action'.

No friends, no siblings, just day-dreaming. I was the girl that was picked last and was never good at anything. I was never athletic or popular. I tried to pretend that it made me happy, but everyone needs good conversation and reassuring words to make it. I couldn't find anything to replace this mood, that is until I picked up a game controller.

"American Girls' are all the same..." Yutaka mumbled, looking at a girl who was dressed up in Cosplay, as an unconvincing Squall. "...the teen was a complete brat! Cold as ice that one."

I've just about seen everything... "Well, some girls' prefer their men cold."

My heart started to beat faster, like it wanted out of my chest. It was my turn. Gah! I gasped, being shoved the short distance I had. It was Yutaka, smirking as he had succeeded in pushing me against the signature table. "Yutaka... you..."

"I'll see you for some cake later!" He shouted over the busy noises and walked off in a fashion that reminded me of a duck.

"Happy Birthday, then."

I had become completely frozen, looking at the man who helped produce Final Fantasy Legacy. "T-Thank You."

"Do you have something for me to sign?"

I took out my copy of Final Fantasy VIII and handed it to him, watching him grimace slightly. Had I done something wrong? "It's one of my favorites... the story line was terrific and the graphic-"

He cut me off, still studying the case. "They said it was my worst."

This guy had to be playing with me. Did he just say his worst? Yeah, there's been better, but Final Fantasy VIII was definitely not his worst. Maybe I was deprived of good work, but I really enjoyed it and having this man right here tell me it sucked, dulled my excitement... just a tad.

"I wonder where you are inside that brilliant mind of yours, because it is most likely not on the same route as your fans," I started, disappointingly. "I can understand if you think that you could of done better, but you brought us there and we appreciate you for that."

I noticed that he was taking a long time to sign the case, probably because his hands were shaking. "I have decided on a gift for you."

"There's no need to-"

The second time he had the nerve to cut me off. "It is final. All you need is a direction and direction is what you'll get."

"Huh?"

"What's your name, Dear?" He asked, as if he hadn't said anything out of the ordinary just a few moments ago. This guy just proceeded to get weirder and weirder.

"Lisa."

"Nice meeting you and be sure to rest well tonight... 'cause you'll need it..."

It was barely audible over the noise, but I dismissed it, laughing at the thought of being captured in his words. They were silly and he was just insane. First, he comes off as some depressed my-work-sucks kind of guy, then he turns into a complete psycho telling me that he's going to somehow manage to give me direction in my life.

No one can fix the inevitable.

"Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday, Dear Lisa, Happy Birthday to you... Make a wish!"

I bent over the candles and pulled my hair back, gazing at the flames, meditatively before closing my eyes in thought.

I wish...

What did I wish for? A responsible mother, an understanding father, a docile brother or sister, an A in pre-calculus?

All you need is...

Somehow all those things didn't seem right. What did I really want? A group of accepting friends, an affectionate boyfriend?

Wishes have power, unlikely as it may seem...

A successful career as a writer? How much of that dream was real, and how much was wistful hoping for my mother's approval? I wasn't sure anymore. Where would life take me if I discovered that my driving force was a false one?

All you need is a direction. Direction...I wish for direction!

I blew all the candles out in one long, long breath.

"What did you wish for? A Griever necklace, perhaps?"

I shook my head, slowly. "No, something better."

"I hope not," he said, while taking out a bag. He unraveled many linens and clothes, until it was down to its final wrap. My eyes sparkled, as he pulled out the silver Griever necklace, and dangled it from his fingers.

"Yutaka, my goodness. Thank you so much! Put it on me, please..." I stammered, at loss for words. I immediately spun around, reveling at the feel of the heavy necklace that settled above my chest. It was absolutely perfect and Yutaka was the perfect person at the perfect place and perfect time.

"It's one of the first few made, you see the number carved on the side of it? Some dreams are more important than others. Take good care of this one, always."

"How did you get this?"

"I was the Localization Socialist on board and met my wife. I worked so much that I barely saw her anymore and it was a choice I had to make. My dreams for the future or the dreams for my life. My wife or my job and of course, I picked my wife, but my dreams still live on..." He said, sadly, handing me a bottle of some type of alcohol.

We were under deep assumption of alcohol to the point where we could understand eachother's slurs. "Why SSSqqquaalll? you ssstupid American girlsss, alllwayss go for SSSquall."

I could barely stand and when I did I knocked both me and Yutaka on the couch. My chest heaved and I was in a cross between silly and tired. "Yutaka-sama, it fitsss you. I want to be called Lisssa-ssama Suchi-san!"

"Really?" He asked, becoming serious. "That'sss a terrible name."

"I ssshould re-think that one over in the morning," I laughed, while snuggling up next to him. "I can't sssleep, though."

"Why not?"

"S-Something about what *hiccup* Hironobu Sukoo guchaaa, Sakaguchooo, Sakaguchi *hiccup* said to me."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be listening to him, Man! He's crazy."

"He said that I should get sssome sssleep, that tomorrowsss going to be a long day."

Yutaka dropped his wine glass on a pillow, before groaning, "It most definitely will be."

My eyes shut and the last thing I thought about before drifting off to sleep was the threat of Hironobu's words: 'All you need now is direction and direction is what you'll get'.

Like the idiot I was, I wished for it.

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