Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Ghost ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the healing items/ summons/ jobs, those are Squaresofts. This is non-profit fun.

AN: Implied sexual situation and nudity. Just so people know. Oh and for information sake, Dynasty isn't a company it's a combination of several branches of the government (Military, Science, Weapon Development, etc.) and Ghri is the name of the ruling senate (it's an oligarchy) which is also the name of the country/territory. The Frontier or Free Lands, is a sporadically populated territory where there is no set government. Just had to get that out of the way to clear up misconceptions, Enjoy J

Gray metallic walls echoed with the sound of calm footfalls. Small black cameras posted on each doorpost, sensitive to sound, turned to watch the intruder. He was young about early to mid twenties, average height, and thinly built, a black trench coat wrapped around him only to let a black turtleneck show. Black hair, silky and straight hung a little past chin length covering most of his pale face, it carried a blue sheen while walking under the fluorescent lights. He had a placid look in his dark almond shaped eyes as he walked down the tight halls of the Special Units living quarters.

The cameras stopped moving when he stopped at a door. He reached for the intercom button about to push it when suddenly the door-slid open. Much to the young man's shock the one who was standing before him was a beautiful and disheveled young woman mimicking his shock with crystal blue eyes.

"Oh excuse me," She said meekly as she pushed the straight, shoulder length lavender colored hair behind her ears.

"Pardon me miss," he said politely bowing his head and edging out of her way. She quickly straightened her tank top and short skirt before grabbing her platform heels in the corner. Halting when walking out she suddenly turned around, a warm flirtatious smile on her lips as she watched someone move gingerly under the tangled white sheets of the bed in the corner. Finally a head and torso appeared, lightly tan body and white hair, pushing himself up as he opened his drowsy red eyes to look at her.

"I'll see you later right?" she asked. He nodded sleepily; a spurt of giddiness jumped inside her. She gave him a happy wave.

"Bye" she said in an almost sensual whisper before practically skipping out of the room. The dark-haired man, still at the door, watched her for a moment as she walked dizzily down the hall.

"Isn't she a pinup?" the dark-haired man asked, still watching the girl leave. He could hear the other man zipping up his pants.

"Yeah…a reward for the test yesterday," The other man answered walking over to the wall across from the bed. The dark-haired man turned seeing the sink slide out from the wall. The shirtless man splashed water on his face a couple of times before grabbing a towel from the rack next to him.

"Wow… Dynasty gives pretty good pay." The dark-haired man said, half to the other man, half to himself.

"Not really… they only sent her cause they owe me back pay for the last five missions," He slung the towel around his neck and grabbed the pack of cigarettes on the counter, he put one in his mouth and grabbed his lighter.

"You know smoking in this building's prohibited, I'm no tattle-tell though, but they have detectors set up in the rooms now. 1000 gil fine if caught." The dark man informed the other.

The cigarette hung loosely on his lips, his red eyes locked on the strange man leaning on his doorframe. The silent stare held for a moment then ended when he proceeded to light the cigarette. The dark clad man smiled, amused by the other's youthful rebellion. Shortly after the smoke entered his lungs and the euphoric feeling set in, a sharp pain shot through his head.

"Uah.." the snowy haired youth hissed rubbing his temple with one hand while the other put out the cigarette. The black clad man raised an eyebrow in concern as he watched. The pain passed and he straightened up, "They hate it when I smoke…" He grimaced.

"They?" The black clad man straightened up with interest, "So what they say is true, funny how it's not in your file."

"File?" asked the shirtless man.

"Information files in the Dynasty employee library, I had to do my research on you."

"Oh?" He sat on the bed as the other entered the room fully.

"You're Ashen Maave, age 19, height 5'7", weight 140, class A special unit. That's what the file said, however, I find it interesting that you don't have a commanding officer nor anyone else in your unit."

"What are people saying?" Ashen asked.

"That you're not really a part of the special unit, that you're in a class of your own. You're a summoner."

"That's common knowledge to folks in Dynasty…not very impressive."

"You were also specially trained in an experimental style to make you efficient in your job. You're a weapon of mass destruction; an assassin specialized in genocide. They put you in class A because they don't like to say assassin; it's a very ugly and politically incorrect word…. And that is not common knowledge." The dark man stated matter o'factly yet slightly smug.

Ashen looked at the man intense interest, "Who are you?"

The man smiled and lifted the cuff of his coat to reveal a metal bracer.

"A Black MAGE…I should've known," Ashen sighed, using the nickname of the M.A.G.E. forces.

"I'm Red 9-ner's replacement, you did quite a number on him," He said covering his wrist again.

"Whatever…do you have a name?" Ashen asked running a hand through his hair.

The MAGE looked away, a distant sound appeared in his smooth voice, "I did…but it seems trivial now. You may call me Tenth."

"Right. What's your business with me, Tenth?" Ashen asked curtly.

"The Ghri wants information on the effectiveness of you in comparison to MAGE in a mission situation. Also Dynasty has found the location of a small-secluded refugee camp in Frontier territory that is believed to be the last dregs of the summoner tribe. I hardly have to tell you that both the Ghri and Dynasty want them eliminated," Tenth told Ashen from his spot by the door.

"So I take it the mission situation is to kill all the summoners in the camp and bring back a report for the Ghri?" Ashen asked as he rummaged through the sheets of his bed for his shirt.

"You would be correct in that. I will be the MAGE to accompany you, if you haven't already guessed," Tenth folded his arms over his chest and smiled.

"That's fine…When do we leave?" Ashen slipped the dark gray shirt over his head, placing his arms through the right holes and covered the rest of his torso.

"After our physical examinations," Tenth sighed, "They need physical comparisons for the report, I suppose."

Tenth watched silently as Ashen strapped on some black biker boots. How boyish Ashen really looked and yet within him resided such great power. Powers that modern man could only hope to imitate through cybernetic implants. This must make man jealous beyond reason and as the result of such jealousy… genocide. But this boy alone to survive, living amongst the enemy of his people…a puzzling betrayal one could say.

Ashen slid his hand through the second of his black finger-less gloves and tightened the strap on the wrist, then looked up at Tenth, "Ready?"

Tenth only smile with his lips and tossed Ashen his black ammo vest with Dynasty's large red circular symbol on the back. He left the room, Ashen shortly behind him putting on his vest and flipping up the collar. The two walked side by side to the elevator. Tenth grinned at his thoughts and spoke up, "It will be a pleasure working with you, Mr. Maave."

Ashen kept on looking ahead to the elevator squeezing his hands into his pockets, "Ashen… I don't want this to get complicated."

Tenth glanced at the slightly shorter man from the corner of his eye, "Right. Understood… Ashen."