Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Legend of The Diamond Sword ❯ Fenn's House ( Chapter 2 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: TikiGoddess 
After a quick stop at Jinx's house, the trio arrive at Fenn's and open the strange book Fenn found at the bookstore.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.30.2004 | Updated On: 08.30.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 191 | Status: Work In Progress
After a quick stop at Jinx's house, the trio arrive at Fenn's and open the strange book Fenn found at the bookstore.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.30.2004 | Updated On: 08.30.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 191 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 2: Fenn’s House
Jinx asked us to wait outside while he grabbed his GameBoy and the book. Fenn looked a little disappointed, but I told him it was probably because Jinx remembered how trashed his room was and didn’t want Fenn to get such a bad first impression. Fenn seemed to accept this cheerfully enough.
Really, though, I knew it was because Jinx’s dad was at the house. His car was parked out front, and I knew from years of knowing Jinx that his dad’s presence was bad news.
Jinx went in and out through the back door. When he got back to us, I could tell things inside weren’t pretty.
He smiled anyway, and urged us onward as casually as possible. Fenn took the lead, and I gave Jinx a quick hug around the shoulders, whispering “Maybe when we know Fenn better, you can explain your dad to him.”
Jinx nodded briefly.
“I’m so glad to hear you play Final Fantasy Tactics!” Fenn was announcing. “Did you know you can get into battles with friends by connecting the GameBoys? And trade Clan-members, too! Maybe sometime we could Engage or trade!”
“Yeah, that’d be cool,” Jinx said. His voice sounded hollow.
“I play, too, you know!” I jumped in, taking the focus off of Jinx. “I got my game more recently, so I’m not very far along, but I’m enjoying it a lot.”
Fenn looked like he’d just walked into a candy store. “Really?! This is so great!” he jubilated.
I couldn’t help but smile as he told us about Clan Wolf-- his clan-- and how skilled his archers and soldiers were. From the way he spoke, I could tell that was what most of the clan was made up of.
“I don’t like thieves,” he informed. “They’re okay if it’s a thief temporarily to steal experience points then switching back to a soldier, but I don’t keep a thief in my party all the time. Oh, this is my house!”
Fenn sounded almost as surprised by the sudden stop as Jinx and I were. The house looked a lot like most every other one on the street, so it probably made sense that he had a hard time recognizing it still.
We walked up the front walk, and Fenn dug a key out of his pocket and lead us inside.
“Fenn sweetie, is that you?” a woman’s voice called.
“Yeah, Mom, I’m home!” Fenn replied. “I brought some friends with me, too!”
A tall woman with short, blond hair bustled towards us from a room further back. She wore an apron, and her hands and face had flour smudges.
“I’m such a mess!” she said cheerfully, dusting herself off and offering a hand in greeting. “I’m Fenn’s mother. You can call me Siri. Who are you two?”
We took her hand and shook it, saying our names in turn.
“Jinx.”
“Maye. It’s nice to meet you,” I said politely.
“I’m making brownies, if you would like some,” she offered. “I’ll call you when they’re done. I’m assuming you’re going to Fenn’s room to play?” She looked at Fenn for affirmation, then noticed the mud on his clothes. “Oh, Fenn, honey, what happened to your clothes?”
“I slipped in the mud in the school yard,” Fenn said quickly. “I’m okay, I just need to change.”
“All right. Well, I’ll tell you when the brownies are ready, then!” Siri said, turning back to the kitchen.
Fenn lead us quietly up the stairs to his room and closed the door.
“Thanks for not saying anything about getting picked on,” he said. His expression looked sad. “I don’t want her to know about what happened. I got bullied a lot at my last school, too, and I don’t want Mom to worry about me.”
“It’s okay, Fenn,” I reassured. “We’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again, okay?”
“Yeah, if Jeremy even tries anything, I’ll kick his butt!” Jinx added.
Fenn smiled. “Thanks, you guys.”
Fenn went to change his clothes, and Jinx pulled out the book and sat down on the floor to admire the cover. He’d bought it a few days earlier from a used bookshop downtown. That day at school, Jinx told me about it and how much he wanted to show it to me. He’d only paged through, but the illustrations were detailed and beautiful, and he really thought I’d enjoy it. Now, he was running his fingers over the worn leather binding.
Fenn entered the room and sat down on the floor next to Jinx, and I sat on Jinx’s other side.
“Let’s see it!” I encouraged.
Fenn watched in wide eyed fascination as Jinx lifted the cover and turned to the first page. The language was nothing any of us could read, but Jinx hadn’t been kidding when he said I’d love the illustrations. They were so real, it was as if the illustrator had had living models of his art.
But that was impossible; as Fenn and I almost instantly acknowledged, the depictions were creatures from Final Fantasy.
“It looks like a Viera was really modeling for this shot!” Fenn exclaimed, staring at the picture of a woman with rabbit-like ears and long hair. She held the hilt of a fencing sword in her right hand, the point aimed upward. Her gaze stared back at us sharply, daring anyone to challenge her.
The pages were filled with images of Vieras in various poses and holding a variety of weaponry. Jinx suggested that the written words were descriptions of the Vieras, and he was probably right.
Another turn of a page made me squeak in surprise. Fenn burst out “Wow, that’s amazing!” in reaction to the alarmingly well detailed Bangaa staring back. Jinx smiled in quiet delight.
I don’t know how long we sat on the floor poring over that book, but we were so deeply enthralled that we didn’t hear Siri walking down the hall. The door opened gently, but the three of us jumped in alarm at the sound.
“Brownies are ready!” she chirped, then looked curiously at the book. “What book is that?”
“Just one I found at the bookstore,” Jinx said, shutting it and tucking it back into his bag. “It looked cool, so I thought I’d show it to Fenn and Maye.”
Siri smiled, and I wondered if the woman ever felt anything but happy. “That’s so nice! Come down and eat something, lunch was hours ago and growing children need food.” Siri left the room, leaving Fenn, Jinx and me to collect ourselves.
“Your mom is so cool,” Jinx said. “Mine doesn’t count brownies as food.”
“Mom makes her brownies with vitamin and mineral enriched ingredients,” replied Fenn. “They taste like fudge, AND they’re good for you!”
I grinned. “Then I’m officially naming myself your best friend and coming over to have brownies every day!”
“I would love that!” laughed Fenn. “Jinx, you can come, too!”
Jinx smiled, looking pleased. “Then we’ll all be best friends, and we’ll play Final Fantasy Tactics together and make fun of Jeremy for being such a jerk.”
Fenn and I laughed in agreement, and Jinx chuckled as we headed downstairs.
*
Jinx asked us to wait outside while he grabbed his GameBoy and the book. Fenn looked a little disappointed, but I told him it was probably because Jinx remembered how trashed his room was and didn’t want Fenn to get such a bad first impression. Fenn seemed to accept this cheerfully enough.
Really, though, I knew it was because Jinx’s dad was at the house. His car was parked out front, and I knew from years of knowing Jinx that his dad’s presence was bad news.
Jinx went in and out through the back door. When he got back to us, I could tell things inside weren’t pretty.
He smiled anyway, and urged us onward as casually as possible. Fenn took the lead, and I gave Jinx a quick hug around the shoulders, whispering “Maybe when we know Fenn better, you can explain your dad to him.”
Jinx nodded briefly.
“I’m so glad to hear you play Final Fantasy Tactics!” Fenn was announcing. “Did you know you can get into battles with friends by connecting the GameBoys? And trade Clan-members, too! Maybe sometime we could Engage or trade!”
“Yeah, that’d be cool,” Jinx said. His voice sounded hollow.
“I play, too, you know!” I jumped in, taking the focus off of Jinx. “I got my game more recently, so I’m not very far along, but I’m enjoying it a lot.”
Fenn looked like he’d just walked into a candy store. “Really?! This is so great!” he jubilated.
I couldn’t help but smile as he told us about Clan Wolf-- his clan-- and how skilled his archers and soldiers were. From the way he spoke, I could tell that was what most of the clan was made up of.
“I don’t like thieves,” he informed. “They’re okay if it’s a thief temporarily to steal experience points then switching back to a soldier, but I don’t keep a thief in my party all the time. Oh, this is my house!”
Fenn sounded almost as surprised by the sudden stop as Jinx and I were. The house looked a lot like most every other one on the street, so it probably made sense that he had a hard time recognizing it still.
We walked up the front walk, and Fenn dug a key out of his pocket and lead us inside.
“Fenn sweetie, is that you?” a woman’s voice called.
“Yeah, Mom, I’m home!” Fenn replied. “I brought some friends with me, too!”
A tall woman with short, blond hair bustled towards us from a room further back. She wore an apron, and her hands and face had flour smudges.
“I’m such a mess!” she said cheerfully, dusting herself off and offering a hand in greeting. “I’m Fenn’s mother. You can call me Siri. Who are you two?”
We took her hand and shook it, saying our names in turn.
“Jinx.”
“Maye. It’s nice to meet you,” I said politely.
“I’m making brownies, if you would like some,” she offered. “I’ll call you when they’re done. I’m assuming you’re going to Fenn’s room to play?” She looked at Fenn for affirmation, then noticed the mud on his clothes. “Oh, Fenn, honey, what happened to your clothes?”
“I slipped in the mud in the school yard,” Fenn said quickly. “I’m okay, I just need to change.”
“All right. Well, I’ll tell you when the brownies are ready, then!” Siri said, turning back to the kitchen.
Fenn lead us quietly up the stairs to his room and closed the door.
“Thanks for not saying anything about getting picked on,” he said. His expression looked sad. “I don’t want her to know about what happened. I got bullied a lot at my last school, too, and I don’t want Mom to worry about me.”
“It’s okay, Fenn,” I reassured. “We’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again, okay?”
“Yeah, if Jeremy even tries anything, I’ll kick his butt!” Jinx added.
Fenn smiled. “Thanks, you guys.”
Fenn went to change his clothes, and Jinx pulled out the book and sat down on the floor to admire the cover. He’d bought it a few days earlier from a used bookshop downtown. That day at school, Jinx told me about it and how much he wanted to show it to me. He’d only paged through, but the illustrations were detailed and beautiful, and he really thought I’d enjoy it. Now, he was running his fingers over the worn leather binding.
Fenn entered the room and sat down on the floor next to Jinx, and I sat on Jinx’s other side.
“Let’s see it!” I encouraged.
Fenn watched in wide eyed fascination as Jinx lifted the cover and turned to the first page. The language was nothing any of us could read, but Jinx hadn’t been kidding when he said I’d love the illustrations. They were so real, it was as if the illustrator had had living models of his art.
But that was impossible; as Fenn and I almost instantly acknowledged, the depictions were creatures from Final Fantasy.
“It looks like a Viera was really modeling for this shot!” Fenn exclaimed, staring at the picture of a woman with rabbit-like ears and long hair. She held the hilt of a fencing sword in her right hand, the point aimed upward. Her gaze stared back at us sharply, daring anyone to challenge her.
The pages were filled with images of Vieras in various poses and holding a variety of weaponry. Jinx suggested that the written words were descriptions of the Vieras, and he was probably right.
Another turn of a page made me squeak in surprise. Fenn burst out “Wow, that’s amazing!” in reaction to the alarmingly well detailed Bangaa staring back. Jinx smiled in quiet delight.
I don’t know how long we sat on the floor poring over that book, but we were so deeply enthralled that we didn’t hear Siri walking down the hall. The door opened gently, but the three of us jumped in alarm at the sound.
“Brownies are ready!” she chirped, then looked curiously at the book. “What book is that?”
“Just one I found at the bookstore,” Jinx said, shutting it and tucking it back into his bag. “It looked cool, so I thought I’d show it to Fenn and Maye.”
Siri smiled, and I wondered if the woman ever felt anything but happy. “That’s so nice! Come down and eat something, lunch was hours ago and growing children need food.” Siri left the room, leaving Fenn, Jinx and me to collect ourselves.
“Your mom is so cool,” Jinx said. “Mine doesn’t count brownies as food.”
“Mom makes her brownies with vitamin and mineral enriched ingredients,” replied Fenn. “They taste like fudge, AND they’re good for you!”
I grinned. “Then I’m officially naming myself your best friend and coming over to have brownies every day!”
“I would love that!” laughed Fenn. “Jinx, you can come, too!”
Jinx smiled, looking pleased. “Then we’ll all be best friends, and we’ll play Final Fantasy Tactics together and make fun of Jeremy for being such a jerk.”
Fenn and I laughed in agreement, and Jinx chuckled as we headed downstairs.
*