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MSV : Final Fantasies Revealed
Title: MSV : Final Fantasies Revealed
Warnings: Graphic sexual situations, angst, violence
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Rating: Mature
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samuraiter
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII and the characters, places and situations contained in the game are the sole property of Square Enix. The original characters belong to the following people: Abeni "Ben" Quade :dazzledfirestar, MacKenzie Brighid Fitzpatrick : ladydeathfaerie, Rishou Souhei : samuraiter, and Ceres Barathrum : leonhart29 and are not to be used without the permission of those individuals. The Mary Sue Virus is the property of Dazzledfirestar and can not be used without her permission. I am not making any money from this and I claim no ownership of the Final Fantasy VIII fandom. This is for your entertainment only.
Prologue
Warnings: Graphic sexual situations, angst, violence
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Rating: Mature
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samuraiter Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII and the characters, places and situations contained in the game are the sole property of Square Enix. The original characters belong to the following people: Abeni "Ben" Quade :
dazzledfirestar, MacKenzie Brighid Fitzpatrick : ladydeathfaerie, Rishou Souhei : samuraiter, and Ceres Barathrum : leonhart29 and are not to be used without the permission of those individuals. The Mary Sue Virus is the property of Dazzledfirestar and can not be used without her permission. I am not making any money from this and I claim no ownership of the Final Fantasy VIII fandom. This is for your entertainment only.Prologue
Leonhart29 closed the internet browser after reading the latest chapters in all of the Mary Sue Virus stories, sighing heavily before opening her word processor to try and write a little in her own fandom. It had become increasingly difficult for her to get inside the heads of her favorite characters for some reason. It was as if they were trying their best to make things difficult for her, or it could just be that she hadn't had a decent plot bunny in ages. Either way, it was frustrating the hell out of her having to constantly bang her head against the writer's block.
Since the game came out in 1999, Leon had been in love with the characters, finding something good in each of them and wishing like mad that she could get her hands on them at least once. It was a dream that she had, on occasion, actually been able to touch and interact with the characters.
She leaned back in her chair and looked at all the Final Fantasy memorabilia she had scattered across her desk and bookcase. Her eyes found and stayed on the Squall Leonhart action figure that had the place of honor among all the rest. As she stared, her eyes grew heavy and her limbs felt like they were weighted down with lead. She couldn't have gotten up from her chair if she had tried.
Strange thoughts filled her mind as she leaned back and gave over to her body's need for rest. Memories that weren't hers flashed across the movie screen in her brain, visions of her casting a spell and obliterating an enemy, running from monsters that didn't belong in nature, her hands holding a gunblade and letting loose a barage of cutting attacks at a faceless opponent.
She was soon caught up in the dream, drifting into a deep sleep. It seemed like she slept for days. The entire time, her brain was filled with visions of a life that wasn't hers.
"Can you hear me?" The voice that pulled Leon out of her slumber was sweet and matronly, instantly instilling a feeling of peace throughout her being.
"Yes," Leon's eyes fluttered open, the face of a beautiful raven haired woman coming into blurry view, then slowly into focus. The woman was very familiar to her, even though she had never thought to see her in person.
"This is a good thing," the woman said, smiling angelically as she spoke. "I am hoping you are well enough for travel. You have quite a journey ahead of you, and I wanted to send you as soon as possible."
Her cool hand rested against Leon's temple for a moment, like a mother checking the temperature of her child, before she spoke once more. "The other three have not yet woken, but they will be leaving my orphanage as soon as I can get the transports here."
"The other three?" Leon asked as she rose up on her elbows, looking around at the other three cots in the room. It wasn't hard for her to recognize Dazzledfirestar, Ladydeathfaerie and Samuraiter. Each were slumbering in adjacent cots, and she felt a pull to them. The pull was strong, so strong that she struggled to stand and go to them without truly thinking about it.
"Oh, no, you don't," the woman said as she restrained Leon with a slight touch to her shoulder. "There are reasons behind everything, Ceres, and, in time, you will know them, but, for now, just know that separating you four is what must be done. Come with me."
She exerted a slight pressure on Leon's shoulder and moved her into the next area, sitting her in a chair like one would for a sleepy child at breakfast.
"What did you call me?" Leon asked when it hit her that the woman had called her a name she didn't recognize. It was foolish to think that Edea would know her real name, or her handle, but to call her something she had never even heard before -
"I don't know what your true names are, so I have given you new names; it seemed safer to all concerned. You are Ceres Barathrum, the one with blood red hair will be called MacKenzie Brighid Fitzpatrick, the other redheaded woman will be Abeni Quade, and the man will be known as Rishou Souhei," her voice was full of laughter as she spoke, the sweet smile soft and caring. "It seems that, where you come from, red hair is plentiful."
"How did you come by these names, Edea? They sound very interesting," Ceres - formerly known as Leon - stated as she tried to sit up straight. Something told her Edea wouldn't take kindly to her slouching in one of her chairs. She let the slight jibe at the red hair go. That was another wise decision, she thought: One did not tell a Sorceress to go to hell for a slight joke.
"Each of you told me the names you would be most comfortable with." It was her turn to look slightly surprised. "What I am now wondering is how you know my name."
Ceres didn't think it would be wise to tell Edea that she knew her from a game, or that she wrote stories about her in her own reality. It seemed rude, not worth the pain it would cause to let her in on that little secret.
"I must have heard it somewhere. I apologize if I startled you. You had said something about separating me from my friends; where will you be sending me?" Ceres accepted her new name, and, for some reason, had to really think hard to remember her true name. It was for the best, though; that way, at least, she wouldn't make a mistake in the future.
Edea sat back behind her desk and studied Ceres for a moment before answering, in her melodic voice, "I believe you will do well with a man I know. He's been needing someone to bring him out of his stupor, and you will do that."
"Excuse me?" She really couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You want me to bring someone out of his shell?" Ceres was dumbfounded. "Ma'am, I can't even bring myself out of this rock-hard shell I've pulled onto my back, what makes you think I can do it for someone else?"
Ceres folded her arms across her rather buxom chest after moving her long strawberry hair out of her blue eyes. The movement actually made Edea laugh lightly.
"Oh, yes, you're a perfect match for him. You two should find a lot in common ... if you actually speak to each other. You'll be leaving immediately. I am sorry, but I need to move you before any of the others wake up." The laughter had gone from her voice, a steel edge creeping into it.
"Something tells me you won't give me an answer if I ask why, so I'll just go along with it." Ceres didn't know why she was being so accomodating ... or such a pain in the ass. It was as if she wasn't herself, couldn't control the words that spilled from her mouth. It was as if someone else was speaking through her, another personality taking control.
Ceres followed Edea out of the Orphanage and into the flower field, where a transport was waiting to take her to her new home. She didn't ask Edea how she and the others had shown up, nor did she think to fight being separated from them. Something deep inside her told her none of it mattered. All that she had to do was what she was told, get away from her friends, keep something safe, but she was damned if she knew what that was.
Since the game came out in 1999, Leon had been in love with the characters, finding something good in each of them and wishing like mad that she could get her hands on them at least once. It was a dream that she had, on occasion, actually been able to touch and interact with the characters.
She leaned back in her chair and looked at all the Final Fantasy memorabilia she had scattered across her desk and bookcase. Her eyes found and stayed on the Squall Leonhart action figure that had the place of honor among all the rest. As she stared, her eyes grew heavy and her limbs felt like they were weighted down with lead. She couldn't have gotten up from her chair if she had tried.
Strange thoughts filled her mind as she leaned back and gave over to her body's need for rest. Memories that weren't hers flashed across the movie screen in her brain, visions of her casting a spell and obliterating an enemy, running from monsters that didn't belong in nature, her hands holding a gunblade and letting loose a barage of cutting attacks at a faceless opponent.
She was soon caught up in the dream, drifting into a deep sleep. It seemed like she slept for days. The entire time, her brain was filled with visions of a life that wasn't hers.
"Can you hear me?" The voice that pulled Leon out of her slumber was sweet and matronly, instantly instilling a feeling of peace throughout her being.
"Yes," Leon's eyes fluttered open, the face of a beautiful raven haired woman coming into blurry view, then slowly into focus. The woman was very familiar to her, even though she had never thought to see her in person.
"This is a good thing," the woman said, smiling angelically as she spoke. "I am hoping you are well enough for travel. You have quite a journey ahead of you, and I wanted to send you as soon as possible."
Her cool hand rested against Leon's temple for a moment, like a mother checking the temperature of her child, before she spoke once more. "The other three have not yet woken, but they will be leaving my orphanage as soon as I can get the transports here."
"The other three?" Leon asked as she rose up on her elbows, looking around at the other three cots in the room. It wasn't hard for her to recognize Dazzledfirestar, Ladydeathfaerie and Samuraiter. Each were slumbering in adjacent cots, and she felt a pull to them. The pull was strong, so strong that she struggled to stand and go to them without truly thinking about it.
"Oh, no, you don't," the woman said as she restrained Leon with a slight touch to her shoulder. "There are reasons behind everything, Ceres, and, in time, you will know them, but, for now, just know that separating you four is what must be done. Come with me."
She exerted a slight pressure on Leon's shoulder and moved her into the next area, sitting her in a chair like one would for a sleepy child at breakfast.
"What did you call me?" Leon asked when it hit her that the woman had called her a name she didn't recognize. It was foolish to think that Edea would know her real name, or her handle, but to call her something she had never even heard before -
"I don't know what your true names are, so I have given you new names; it seemed safer to all concerned. You are Ceres Barathrum, the one with blood red hair will be called MacKenzie Brighid Fitzpatrick, the other redheaded woman will be Abeni Quade, and the man will be known as Rishou Souhei," her voice was full of laughter as she spoke, the sweet smile soft and caring. "It seems that, where you come from, red hair is plentiful."
"How did you come by these names, Edea? They sound very interesting," Ceres - formerly known as Leon - stated as she tried to sit up straight. Something told her Edea wouldn't take kindly to her slouching in one of her chairs. She let the slight jibe at the red hair go. That was another wise decision, she thought: One did not tell a Sorceress to go to hell for a slight joke.
"Each of you told me the names you would be most comfortable with." It was her turn to look slightly surprised. "What I am now wondering is how you know my name."
Ceres didn't think it would be wise to tell Edea that she knew her from a game, or that she wrote stories about her in her own reality. It seemed rude, not worth the pain it would cause to let her in on that little secret.
"I must have heard it somewhere. I apologize if I startled you. You had said something about separating me from my friends; where will you be sending me?" Ceres accepted her new name, and, for some reason, had to really think hard to remember her true name. It was for the best, though; that way, at least, she wouldn't make a mistake in the future.
Edea sat back behind her desk and studied Ceres for a moment before answering, in her melodic voice, "I believe you will do well with a man I know. He's been needing someone to bring him out of his stupor, and you will do that."
"Excuse me?" She really couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You want me to bring someone out of his shell?" Ceres was dumbfounded. "Ma'am, I can't even bring myself out of this rock-hard shell I've pulled onto my back, what makes you think I can do it for someone else?"
Ceres folded her arms across her rather buxom chest after moving her long strawberry hair out of her blue eyes. The movement actually made Edea laugh lightly.
"Oh, yes, you're a perfect match for him. You two should find a lot in common ... if you actually speak to each other. You'll be leaving immediately. I am sorry, but I need to move you before any of the others wake up." The laughter had gone from her voice, a steel edge creeping into it.
"Something tells me you won't give me an answer if I ask why, so I'll just go along with it." Ceres didn't know why she was being so accomodating ... or such a pain in the ass. It was as if she wasn't herself, couldn't control the words that spilled from her mouth. It was as if someone else was speaking through her, another personality taking control.
Ceres followed Edea out of the Orphanage and into the flower field, where a transport was waiting to take her to her new home. She didn't ask Edea how she and the others had shown up, nor did she think to fight being separated from them. Something deep inside her told her none of it mattered. All that she had to do was what she was told, get away from her friends, keep something safe, but she was damned if she knew what that was.
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It's a wonderful chapter hun, just wonderful. I can't wait to see how "Abeni" reacts to waking up in a world she knows jack shit about. :D Something tells me it won't go smoothly. Ah, the virus works in mysterious ways...
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Something tells me that Abeni will probably try to take someone's hide in the most painful way possible. As for the others? As soon as I find my notebook we'll see how they take things. *grumbles and goes off to try and fine comp book*
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color me intrigued.
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I'm glad you like it. *hugs*
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*giggle*
I'll be looking forward to the next installment.
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Once everyone's settled in it will be easier though.