Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The City of Lights ❯ A Starry Meeting ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Echan2 
Here, Lenne is shown as she was 1000 years ago and is then, well, not in a great situation until someone saves her...
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.05.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 225 | Status: Work In Progress
Here, Lenne is shown as she was 1000 years ago and is then, well, not in a great situation until someone saves her...
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.05.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 225 | Status: Work In Progress
The City of Lights
A Lenne and Shuyin story
from FFX-2
Chapter One: A Starry Meeting
By: Echan2
Disclaimers: ... okay, everything belongs to SquareEnix and Tetsuya Nomura. New stuff: MINE! There... I said it. In this chapter, we go inside what happened 1000 years ago in Zanarkand and Lenne's life and what all she did. Read on and review nicely!
*~*~*
Nothing was really going right. Not today, anyway. Everywhere she went, people were urging her to practice harder on controling her aeons better, especially Bahamut, who was always wild and untamed, and on top of that, they disagreed on her singing! Of all things, her voice! Well, actually... it was the old people complaining. The younger ones enjoyed listening to her sweet, nightingale voice that felt like water running down a spinal cord. It made everyone get goosebumps the child was so magnificant at singing. Sulking, after leaving the large building where summoners trained, the girl stomped down one of many Zanakand's roads, her lovely doe-brown eyes narrowed and a cute pout upon her pearl-pink lips. Honey hair flew out behind her, the beads on her braids bouncing up and down, catching sunlight as she stalked on. "Lenne!!! Wait up, Lenne!"
"I'm not going back there, Kyra!"
A girl followed behind her, dressed in scarlet and gold, raven hair curling around her shoulders. Kyra caught up with her, breathless. Her emerald eyes were wide. "They only mean the best for you, Lenne! Please... don't be mad at them." Lenne stopped, sighing heavily. Closing her eyes, Lenne pinched the bridge of her nose. "Kyra- listen. I love being a summoner, but when I am criticized every five seconds, it GETS on my nerves," she growled softly, rubbing her face tiredly. Her friend sighed as well. "Your father?" Lenne stopped her ministrations and bit her bottom lip, eyes sharpening. "He means well." The summoner turned her head sharply, her voice bitter. "Then you live with him." Kyra watched her friend of seventeen years walk off, each step echoing in her heart. Lenne was a great person with a lousy father and no mother. She ran off to Bevelle after Lenne was born, becoming a member of a leauge called the Yevonites. Knowing that her own flesh and blood was a summoner, Lenne's mother was trying to destroy her.
Her father was a no-good Machina warrior that was a top-notch member at all clubs and a rather famous political adviser in Zanarkand. Thus, Lenne was brought up and raised in a high society, never knowing the darker places of her hometown. No, Lenne wasn't spoiled, but rather kind and generous, not a mean bone within her body. She accepted almost everything-
except this war. This... Machina War.
Walking past a staduim that was being built, the summoner tried to relax in the sun, feeling its beams upon her arms and face. Closing her eyes, Lenne stopped by a railing that faced the ocean. The rushing of the waves made Lenne feel loose and free. The salty air flew around like fireflies, the taste in her mouth and nose, making her giggle. Smiling happily, Lenne embraced herself, enjoying the sceneary. "If only I had someone to enjoy it with," she whispered to no one, feeling her mouth frown slightly. Suddenly, she heard rowdy cries and cat-calls behind her. Turning slightly, she saw a group of five boys whistling and making rude comments towards her. Lenne's upper lip curled slightly and she hugged her body tighter.
"Hey, honeybuns! Why don'tcha come our way!"
"Make it worth-while, summoner!!!"
"We wanna see more than that dress! Come over here!"
Lenne felt their dirty presence around her. 'Not by a long-shot,' she thought angrily to them, feeling anger rush to her chest. Soon, a hand touched her shoulder. "LET ME GO!," she screeched, turning around. The boys blinked, surprised at the summoner. "Hey... we don't want any trouble," growled the boy with navy hair flipped over to one side, his hazel eyes narrowed. "You don't know who you're dealing with," Lenne snarled, taking a step back. "Yes we do." A fingersnap sounded off, and soon, the boys were on her, trapping Lenne from escaping. "Stop it! Don't touch me!," she howled, kicking and punching. One of the boys touched her breasts, crushing them painfully. Her skirt was lifted up and something horrible among imagination touched her upper thigh. Lenne could feel her breath lessening and her eyes roll to the back of her head, engery almost spent.
'And no one's here to save me... I couldn't save my own self.'
She then felt her body being dropped to the ground harshly and someone straddling her hips. Her hair was strewn around her like a halo, her beaded braids glittering along with the tears that ran down her pale cheeks. The top of her navy vest was opened partially, the ruffles dirty now, the side aqua skirt ripped. "This'll be a pleasurable fuck," purred the navy-haired boy in her ear. Lenne was shuddering uncontrollably now, making the rest of the gang get nervous. "Um, Sai... I don't think she's okay. Look at her eyes, man!"
"Don't care..."
"Well, I do," answered a new voice.
Lenne was tossed to the side roughly, earning her some scratches. She watched shadows dance before her, not knowing what was going on. 'I need some sleep.' So, she closed her beautiful eyes, thinking it all a nasty dream and that she was at home, her hand servant waiting with a cup of hot chocolate from Kilika. Sounds of fighting and crude language rang into her ears until silence then won. Everything was still... then, she felt someone pick her up, trying to fix her up. "You're okay now, Miss Lenne... you're okay." Soothing warmth came over the singer, making her relax in the person's arms. It felt right almost...
*~*~*
Sweet music filtered through a large, spacious bedroom, the colour of the sea. Long, lacy white curtains flew in the night breeze gently and calmly. A large, four-poster bed was in the center of the room, the covers and bedspread imperial white. Lenne laid in it, her hair brushed back and pulled up on top her head. She wore a long, flowing white pajama dress with long sleeves that poofed at the end. Her scratches had been cleaned and she looked peacful, sleeping. The music from downstairs made Lenne stirr, the talent of music now flowing heavily through her veins and she vaugley remembered hearing herself humming along with the keys. Blinking slowly, the girl yawned widely and stretched. She WAS back home... sitting up, Lenne noticed that her dress was hanging up on the closet, mended. She crawled out of the large bed and made her way downstairs, seeing that her father had company... 'certain' company. The majorty were women, half of them blonde, a handful of brunettes, scatters of black-haired ones, and the others with different colored hair. There were men as well, dressed up in tuxedos and such. Lenne hid behind the banister, feeling like she was ten years old again. However, her father felt her large eyes upon him.
"Lenne! Sweetheart! Come on down here!"
She dreaded this. Slowly, she made her way down there, feeling people watch her. "Why don't you sing us a song, darling?," proposed her father, hugging her by the waist, the smell of alcohol strong upon his breath and jacket. Many people agreed and begged her to sing, her father dragging her to the piano. "But, Father...," she mumbled, feeling her cheeks sting with embarassment. "Please, sweetheart?" The man at the piano had his head down, waiting to play, his blonde hair catching the candle light. "Sing that song from last week... oh, what was it?," asked her father, trying to remember. "The one that you sang at the Machina Convention..."
" 'Lonely Stars'?," came from the pianst.
"THAT'S it!!! Sing that one, Lenne!"
The girl told herself to punch the lights out of the pianist for remembering that song. She wrote it herself and sung it accapella. How did he manage to learn to play it?! Drawing a breath, ready to get it over with, Lenne began:
'When by myself,
No one really sees me.
I stand there,
Holding the hand of the moon.
Tears are all that I see,
No one there to wipe them away.
Can you please walk home with me tonight?
I'm so lonely...
I need a friend.
Stars are all that I have,
For lovely thoughts.
Stars are all that keep me company,
Never will I trust human love again...
Stars will guide me out of the dark,
To the light.'
It seemed like everyone was holding their breath, their eyes glistening and hearts caught in their throats. Lenne was a sight up their in her white pajama's and her bun falling apart, loose strands curling around her heart-shaped face and her mouth a cherry-stained color. The candle light made her skin glow, including the pianst's hair and dark tan skin peeking from his coat sleeves as they ran across the black and ivory keys. Lenne, thinking in the back of her head, began to muse about the pianist. 'He's really good... he must've practiced a lot to get it right.'
'Not knowing the way back home,
My heart aches to see the one whom I think of.
I must not let these emotions win me over,
It's not worth it.
I'm so lonely...
I need a friend.
Stars are all that I have,
For lovely thoughts.
Stars are all that keep me company,
Never will I trust human love again...
Stars will guide me out of the dark,
To the light.'
Lenne finished softly, feeling her eyes wet over, the piano music getting to her emotionally. The pianist stopped and the audience clapped, Lenne's father bellowing, "That's my girl!" Lenne pressed her lips together, again, feeling embarassed at her father's actions. "You have an amazing voice, Miss Lenne," came a voice by her ear. The girl turned her head some, seeing nothing but bright sea-blue eyes staring at her, hiding beinhd golden locks of hair. Lenne felt her throat tighten and her blush deepen. "Th-thank you, sir," she said quietly, bowing, her hair spilling out of its bun completely, strand after strand pooling over her shoulders in waves of honey brown. The pianist was taken away by this beauty before him, her eyes glassy and face rosey. He lifted a hand and placed her hair back up, almost critizing the look.
"I like it loose."
Lenne's eyes widen. "Really?" He nodded, smiling some. "Yeah... if you'll excuse me, I need to go now." The girl felt her heart lurch. 'No! Not yet!!!'
"Okay. Tell my father."
He nodded and took her hand, alomst hesitant, and brought it up to his face. Lenne felt a slight shiver run through her body when he placed his lips upon the back of her hand. "A pleasure to play for you, Miss Lenne," he murmured and walked off, Lenne watching him all the while. Placing a hand on her chest, she tried to settle down. "Wow...," she breathed.
Ai-ya!!! WHAT DO YA'LL THINK?!?!! I'm beginning to LOVE this story now! I wrote it while listening to Kristine Sa sing 'real Emotion'. She's so cool. ^_^ Review nicely! Oh, yeah... I'm weighing my options of keeping the almost rape scene in here or not. What do ya'll think? See ya!
- Echan2 ^_~
A Lenne and Shuyin story
from FFX-2
Chapter One: A Starry Meeting
By: Echan2
Disclaimers: ... okay, everything belongs to SquareEnix and Tetsuya Nomura. New stuff: MINE! There... I said it. In this chapter, we go inside what happened 1000 years ago in Zanarkand and Lenne's life and what all she did. Read on and review nicely!
*~*~*
Nothing was really going right. Not today, anyway. Everywhere she went, people were urging her to practice harder on controling her aeons better, especially Bahamut, who was always wild and untamed, and on top of that, they disagreed on her singing! Of all things, her voice! Well, actually... it was the old people complaining. The younger ones enjoyed listening to her sweet, nightingale voice that felt like water running down a spinal cord. It made everyone get goosebumps the child was so magnificant at singing. Sulking, after leaving the large building where summoners trained, the girl stomped down one of many Zanakand's roads, her lovely doe-brown eyes narrowed and a cute pout upon her pearl-pink lips. Honey hair flew out behind her, the beads on her braids bouncing up and down, catching sunlight as she stalked on. "Lenne!!! Wait up, Lenne!"
"I'm not going back there, Kyra!"
A girl followed behind her, dressed in scarlet and gold, raven hair curling around her shoulders. Kyra caught up with her, breathless. Her emerald eyes were wide. "They only mean the best for you, Lenne! Please... don't be mad at them." Lenne stopped, sighing heavily. Closing her eyes, Lenne pinched the bridge of her nose. "Kyra- listen. I love being a summoner, but when I am criticized every five seconds, it GETS on my nerves," she growled softly, rubbing her face tiredly. Her friend sighed as well. "Your father?" Lenne stopped her ministrations and bit her bottom lip, eyes sharpening. "He means well." The summoner turned her head sharply, her voice bitter. "Then you live with him." Kyra watched her friend of seventeen years walk off, each step echoing in her heart. Lenne was a great person with a lousy father and no mother. She ran off to Bevelle after Lenne was born, becoming a member of a leauge called the Yevonites. Knowing that her own flesh and blood was a summoner, Lenne's mother was trying to destroy her.
Her father was a no-good Machina warrior that was a top-notch member at all clubs and a rather famous political adviser in Zanarkand. Thus, Lenne was brought up and raised in a high society, never knowing the darker places of her hometown. No, Lenne wasn't spoiled, but rather kind and generous, not a mean bone within her body. She accepted almost everything-
except this war. This... Machina War.
Walking past a staduim that was being built, the summoner tried to relax in the sun, feeling its beams upon her arms and face. Closing her eyes, Lenne stopped by a railing that faced the ocean. The rushing of the waves made Lenne feel loose and free. The salty air flew around like fireflies, the taste in her mouth and nose, making her giggle. Smiling happily, Lenne embraced herself, enjoying the sceneary. "If only I had someone to enjoy it with," she whispered to no one, feeling her mouth frown slightly. Suddenly, she heard rowdy cries and cat-calls behind her. Turning slightly, she saw a group of five boys whistling and making rude comments towards her. Lenne's upper lip curled slightly and she hugged her body tighter.
"Hey, honeybuns! Why don'tcha come our way!"
"Make it worth-while, summoner!!!"
"We wanna see more than that dress! Come over here!"
Lenne felt their dirty presence around her. 'Not by a long-shot,' she thought angrily to them, feeling anger rush to her chest. Soon, a hand touched her shoulder. "LET ME GO!," she screeched, turning around. The boys blinked, surprised at the summoner. "Hey... we don't want any trouble," growled the boy with navy hair flipped over to one side, his hazel eyes narrowed. "You don't know who you're dealing with," Lenne snarled, taking a step back. "Yes we do." A fingersnap sounded off, and soon, the boys were on her, trapping Lenne from escaping. "Stop it! Don't touch me!," she howled, kicking and punching. One of the boys touched her breasts, crushing them painfully. Her skirt was lifted up and something horrible among imagination touched her upper thigh. Lenne could feel her breath lessening and her eyes roll to the back of her head, engery almost spent.
'And no one's here to save me... I couldn't save my own self.'
She then felt her body being dropped to the ground harshly and someone straddling her hips. Her hair was strewn around her like a halo, her beaded braids glittering along with the tears that ran down her pale cheeks. The top of her navy vest was opened partially, the ruffles dirty now, the side aqua skirt ripped. "This'll be a pleasurable fuck," purred the navy-haired boy in her ear. Lenne was shuddering uncontrollably now, making the rest of the gang get nervous. "Um, Sai... I don't think she's okay. Look at her eyes, man!"
"Don't care..."
"Well, I do," answered a new voice.
Lenne was tossed to the side roughly, earning her some scratches. She watched shadows dance before her, not knowing what was going on. 'I need some sleep.' So, she closed her beautiful eyes, thinking it all a nasty dream and that she was at home, her hand servant waiting with a cup of hot chocolate from Kilika. Sounds of fighting and crude language rang into her ears until silence then won. Everything was still... then, she felt someone pick her up, trying to fix her up. "You're okay now, Miss Lenne... you're okay." Soothing warmth came over the singer, making her relax in the person's arms. It felt right almost...
*~*~*
Sweet music filtered through a large, spacious bedroom, the colour of the sea. Long, lacy white curtains flew in the night breeze gently and calmly. A large, four-poster bed was in the center of the room, the covers and bedspread imperial white. Lenne laid in it, her hair brushed back and pulled up on top her head. She wore a long, flowing white pajama dress with long sleeves that poofed at the end. Her scratches had been cleaned and she looked peacful, sleeping. The music from downstairs made Lenne stirr, the talent of music now flowing heavily through her veins and she vaugley remembered hearing herself humming along with the keys. Blinking slowly, the girl yawned widely and stretched. She WAS back home... sitting up, Lenne noticed that her dress was hanging up on the closet, mended. She crawled out of the large bed and made her way downstairs, seeing that her father had company... 'certain' company. The majorty were women, half of them blonde, a handful of brunettes, scatters of black-haired ones, and the others with different colored hair. There were men as well, dressed up in tuxedos and such. Lenne hid behind the banister, feeling like she was ten years old again. However, her father felt her large eyes upon him.
"Lenne! Sweetheart! Come on down here!"
She dreaded this. Slowly, she made her way down there, feeling people watch her. "Why don't you sing us a song, darling?," proposed her father, hugging her by the waist, the smell of alcohol strong upon his breath and jacket. Many people agreed and begged her to sing, her father dragging her to the piano. "But, Father...," she mumbled, feeling her cheeks sting with embarassment. "Please, sweetheart?" The man at the piano had his head down, waiting to play, his blonde hair catching the candle light. "Sing that song from last week... oh, what was it?," asked her father, trying to remember. "The one that you sang at the Machina Convention..."
" 'Lonely Stars'?," came from the pianst.
"THAT'S it!!! Sing that one, Lenne!"
The girl told herself to punch the lights out of the pianist for remembering that song. She wrote it herself and sung it accapella. How did he manage to learn to play it?! Drawing a breath, ready to get it over with, Lenne began:
'When by myself,
No one really sees me.
I stand there,
Holding the hand of the moon.
Tears are all that I see,
No one there to wipe them away.
Can you please walk home with me tonight?
I'm so lonely...
I need a friend.
Stars are all that I have,
For lovely thoughts.
Stars are all that keep me company,
Never will I trust human love again...
Stars will guide me out of the dark,
To the light.'
It seemed like everyone was holding their breath, their eyes glistening and hearts caught in their throats. Lenne was a sight up their in her white pajama's and her bun falling apart, loose strands curling around her heart-shaped face and her mouth a cherry-stained color. The candle light made her skin glow, including the pianst's hair and dark tan skin peeking from his coat sleeves as they ran across the black and ivory keys. Lenne, thinking in the back of her head, began to muse about the pianist. 'He's really good... he must've practiced a lot to get it right.'
'Not knowing the way back home,
My heart aches to see the one whom I think of.
I must not let these emotions win me over,
It's not worth it.
I'm so lonely...
I need a friend.
Stars are all that I have,
For lovely thoughts.
Stars are all that keep me company,
Never will I trust human love again...
Stars will guide me out of the dark,
To the light.'
Lenne finished softly, feeling her eyes wet over, the piano music getting to her emotionally. The pianist stopped and the audience clapped, Lenne's father bellowing, "That's my girl!" Lenne pressed her lips together, again, feeling embarassed at her father's actions. "You have an amazing voice, Miss Lenne," came a voice by her ear. The girl turned her head some, seeing nothing but bright sea-blue eyes staring at her, hiding beinhd golden locks of hair. Lenne felt her throat tighten and her blush deepen. "Th-thank you, sir," she said quietly, bowing, her hair spilling out of its bun completely, strand after strand pooling over her shoulders in waves of honey brown. The pianist was taken away by this beauty before him, her eyes glassy and face rosey. He lifted a hand and placed her hair back up, almost critizing the look.
"I like it loose."
Lenne's eyes widen. "Really?" He nodded, smiling some. "Yeah... if you'll excuse me, I need to go now." The girl felt her heart lurch. 'No! Not yet!!!'
"Okay. Tell my father."
He nodded and took her hand, alomst hesitant, and brought it up to his face. Lenne felt a slight shiver run through her body when he placed his lips upon the back of her hand. "A pleasure to play for you, Miss Lenne," he murmured and walked off, Lenne watching him all the while. Placing a hand on her chest, she tried to settle down. "Wow...," she breathed.
Ai-ya!!! WHAT DO YA'LL THINK?!?!! I'm beginning to LOVE this story now! I wrote it while listening to Kristine Sa sing 'real Emotion'. She's so cool. ^_^ Review nicely! Oh, yeah... I'm weighing my options of keeping the almost rape scene in here or not. What do ya'll think? See ya!
- Echan2 ^_~