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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.
FFXIII: Beginning of Akira - Chapter 1FINAL FANTASY XIII: The Beginning of Akira Takamari
Chapter 1: Sustained By Hate
I have no memory of my past life. My parents have left me alone with who I looked up to as my brother, Snow, who is gone now. I have lived in Eden for this short time. I got curious and wandered into an area that was not open to non PSICOM members and found myself L'cie with a set focus. Only my memory was erased and all I know is what I have said just now. My name is Akira Takamari, I age from eleven to age twelve in my story. I currently am at the Age of eleven. Pleased to meet you all.
When I awoke from what felt like a sleepless night, I found myself in a dark room. The only light source slipped though the curtains that covered the window sill. "Where...am I?" I said aloud to the empty room. There was no one here. I looked down at the blanket that covered me and smiled at it. So warm... I pushed it off of me, But do excuse me, I enjoy being cold just as mu
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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