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FFXIII: Beginning of Akira - Chapter 3FINAL FANTASY XIII: The Beginning of Akira Takamari
Chapter 3: Feast of Betrayal
"Wait, you what?" Vanille said taking my hand as we ran across the draw bridge only to meet more soldiers with guns waiting for us.
"I struggled to pull my collar back up with my one free hand, "I am L'Cie?"
"no, about your focus and ours."
"Well Vanille, you should already know your focus. As for Sazh...I know his, Lightning's Hope's, and Snow's. I cannot tell you as that will cause the failure of my focus and cause me to die. I will not turn ceith but merely die. The Goddess watches over me." I said nothing more. They could not know much more as I would die. If I told them more about the Goddess it would much destruction. To my luck, they never asked about her.
We ran in what felt like circles. I was beginning to become tried, my legs wanting to give in. "Running would get us no where, it is not as if we can leave here without taking a lift." I
FFXIII: Beginning of Akira - Chapter 2FINAL FANTASY XIII: The Beginning of Akira Takamari
Chapter 2: Let us Explore Nautilus
I stood next to Vanille, holding her hand as her and Sazh examined the large, bright screen that held the park accouterments. "The parade..."I said pointing with my free hand at a large font on the screen. "It will begin soon." They both looked at me as if I were no not speck a word about anything because I would spew up wrong information.
"We can go to that. We can decide where next after watching that." Sazh said. Let us continue over this way."
We began to walk off, the city glowed brightly. It was a mesmerizing scene I will never forget for the rest for my life. Around me, people stood in groups talking, mainly about the incident in Palupolum. Children ran around chasing each, some pretending to be chocobo's saying 'Kweh'.
"Akira?" Vanille called down to me as we carefully stepped into a lift.
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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