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Title: Othering - Black and White
Author: Kururu Kururuson
Fandom: Final Fantasy (General)
Wordcount: 1074
Characters: Oerba Dia Vanille, Vaan
Notes: This is a work based in the Othering universe. Written over an hour, to see if I could still write quickly in this world. It's also been a while since I've written fan fiction in general, since I'm more of an artist.
For a basic summary of the world of Othering, have a comic.
Being a hero is harsh. To even ascend to here, this hall of heroes, a person must prove themselves by being a Champeon in the realm of Others - the world where humans and Pokemon became one.
Death was common on their paths. Death burned, and it hurt everybody who stepped though these marble halls. It wasn't uncommon to see somebody curled up, in a corner.
Oerba Dia Vanille, however, wasn't one to let that stand! Even if they had so much to cry over, they had a lot to live for. She had to live for Fang to return. And today, this was one of those times she found somebody crying.
He always was crying, though. Nobody had gotten anything out of him - the one simply known as Vaan. He had come from a very bloody cycle of Others. He wasn't even meant to be the hero - that wasn't the cycle for an Ivalician. Vanille should know - she was part of the very first cycle, and had learned the pattern. But he was here, and crying. Kneeling down, Vanille gave a little noise and put a hand to him. "You're... that Rat-Kid, aren't you?"
With a hiss, Vaan looked up at her, with a slight swipe. But he had no words for her.
"Hmm," Vanille pondered, "I've been watching you! And what I think? You lost somebody important."
A family member? A lover? To be honest, Vanille didn't see the difference. They would still sting to lose. And then... blood? Vanille put a hand to her cheek, and could feel it. That was Night Slash... so Vaan was a Dark-type? At least she wasn't weak to that!
...No responce. He'd curled back up. How to get though to him...? Vanille then placed her hands around his, a slight mumble under her breath. "Everybody here's lost somebody, Rat-Kid. The challenge hurts everybody. Except for that Soloist, but that guy's a big creep. Can you believe he acted like I wasn't a real person?"
...
"But..." Vanille said, as she could see Vaan slightly looking at her, "those people still matter to us. Those from our original homes... and those who we met. You knew a Laguna, didn't you? I knew a different one, but they both died and were forced to get reborn again. And she--"
Vanille suddenly paused, as Vaan was suddenly sitting, glaring her down. She was taller then him - and actually quite frightening, with those scars on his face. A missing eye - he'd lost it though battle, and he'd replaced it with a shard of crystal. Nasty. The crystal slightly glowed, as if he could see though it. Perhaps if he talked more, Vanille would ask him about it!
"You're... pretty cheerful," Vaan said, giving a little laugh. Just like...
"So you can talk, mister Rat-Kid!" Vanille cheered, before bouncing a little, and sitting up a little taller.
Vaan looked away, smiling ever so slightly. "Yeah-- Yeah, I can. And th'name's Vaan."
A pause.
"So... why didn't you?"
And a laugh, as Vaan hears Vanille ask. He then, quite suddenly, held her close. "I'm... kinda still mourning. I killed them."
Before Vanille could ask, Vaan suddenly gripped her tighter, and a sharp pain suddenly made Vanille clamp up, surpressing her screams.
"I killed my own brother, because he wasn't meant t'be alive. I killed Basch, because th'Judgemaster tricked me. I turned on everybody when he killed Penelo. Nobody of the Unova Region could possibly live - not even Lightning."
At that name, though-- Vanille suddenly let out a sharp Thunderbolt, and pulled away. Being an Electric-type Other really helped sometimes. As Vaan fell to the ground, Vanille let out a huff - and a whine. That blood - those injuries. But she needed to know. "By Lightning... do you mean Lightning Farron?"
"...Yeah. It wasn't really reported, but she sometimes... she sometimes came t'visit this world, as she was tryin' to get home from some sort of..."
Nah. Vaan wouldn't tell her about his time outside the realm of Others. That was a secret. "Did you know her?"
"Know her?! She was from my world - and if she was travelling, she might have been the original! Do you know what this means, Rat-Kid?" Vanille said, suddenly jumping right onto his chest. Vaan let out a whine, as she suddenly started to shake him.
But all Vaan could say was a perplexed "...No?" as he shook her off, his smile faded. Sure, she was cheerful like her, but...
Without letting Vaan finish that thought, Vanille bounced onto her feet, excited. "It means that our worlds might still exist - or, at least, where the originals came from!" she said, her voice filled with a familiar excitement, "And here I thought they were all dead and buried!"
Vaan, however, didn't hold that hope Vanille clearly did. His face grew dark, and he got to his own feet. His smile grew again - to a vile grin - and he placed a hand on her. "...But what can we do?"
The taller former Sky Pirate started to pace, as Vanille kept her eyes on him - her gaze not leaving his, her body straightening.
"Look at it this way. We've been reborn, and forced to live these lives. Just like I'm not th'real Vaan, you're not th'real Vanille. And we have no purpose in tryin' to bring back dead worlds."
That was his simple opinion. Vaan had never seen a point in this - why bring suffering into the world? Gods were always cruel, the fates wanted to simply make these former heroes suffer. Vanille, however, clearly had a different idea. She suddenly grabbed his hand, letting out a whine and shaking at him a little.
"But-- but! We've got the powers of gods - we should at least try! And besides - even if you're not Vaan, you miss that world, right?!"
A pause, as Vaans' eyes widened, his skin went a little pale.
"...I guess... I miss the skies."
The small woman gave a nod, and suddenly started to tug on him. "Then it's settled! We're gonna go down and crash this cycle - it's gonna be beginning soon!" she said, with a cheeky grin. "With us two - well, and whoevers' gonna be reborn - we'll find out the truth!"
The irony of saying that to the Black Bahamut, a man who stood for pure ideals, never crossed Vanilles' mind. But this was going to happen. The world would be saved...
...no matter what the cost.
Author: Kururu Kururuson
Fandom: Final Fantasy (General)
Wordcount: 1074
Characters: Oerba Dia Vanille, Vaan
Notes: This is a work based in the Othering universe. Written over an hour, to see if I could still write quickly in this world. It's also been a while since I've written fan fiction in general, since I'm more of an artist.
For a basic summary of the world of Othering, have a comic.
Being a hero is harsh. To even ascend to here, this hall of heroes, a person must prove themselves by being a Champeon in the realm of Others - the world where humans and Pokemon became one.
Death was common on their paths. Death burned, and it hurt everybody who stepped though these marble halls. It wasn't uncommon to see somebody curled up, in a corner.
Oerba Dia Vanille, however, wasn't one to let that stand! Even if they had so much to cry over, they had a lot to live for. She had to live for Fang to return. And today, this was one of those times she found somebody crying.
He always was crying, though. Nobody had gotten anything out of him - the one simply known as Vaan. He had come from a very bloody cycle of Others. He wasn't even meant to be the hero - that wasn't the cycle for an Ivalician. Vanille should know - she was part of the very first cycle, and had learned the pattern. But he was here, and crying. Kneeling down, Vanille gave a little noise and put a hand to him. "You're... that Rat-Kid, aren't you?"
With a hiss, Vaan looked up at her, with a slight swipe. But he had no words for her.
"Hmm," Vanille pondered, "I've been watching you! And what I think? You lost somebody important."
A family member? A lover? To be honest, Vanille didn't see the difference. They would still sting to lose. And then... blood? Vanille put a hand to her cheek, and could feel it. That was Night Slash... so Vaan was a Dark-type? At least she wasn't weak to that!
...No responce. He'd curled back up. How to get though to him...? Vanille then placed her hands around his, a slight mumble under her breath. "Everybody here's lost somebody, Rat-Kid. The challenge hurts everybody. Except for that Soloist, but that guy's a big creep. Can you believe he acted like I wasn't a real person?"
...
"But..." Vanille said, as she could see Vaan slightly looking at her, "those people still matter to us. Those from our original homes... and those who we met. You knew a Laguna, didn't you? I knew a different one, but they both died and were forced to get reborn again. And she--"
Vanille suddenly paused, as Vaan was suddenly sitting, glaring her down. She was taller then him - and actually quite frightening, with those scars on his face. A missing eye - he'd lost it though battle, and he'd replaced it with a shard of crystal. Nasty. The crystal slightly glowed, as if he could see though it. Perhaps if he talked more, Vanille would ask him about it!
"You're... pretty cheerful," Vaan said, giving a little laugh. Just like...
"So you can talk, mister Rat-Kid!" Vanille cheered, before bouncing a little, and sitting up a little taller.
Vaan looked away, smiling ever so slightly. "Yeah-- Yeah, I can. And th'name's Vaan."
A pause.
"So... why didn't you?"
And a laugh, as Vaan hears Vanille ask. He then, quite suddenly, held her close. "I'm... kinda still mourning. I killed them."
Before Vanille could ask, Vaan suddenly gripped her tighter, and a sharp pain suddenly made Vanille clamp up, surpressing her screams.
"I killed my own brother, because he wasn't meant t'be alive. I killed Basch, because th'Judgemaster tricked me. I turned on everybody when he killed Penelo. Nobody of the Unova Region could possibly live - not even Lightning."
At that name, though-- Vanille suddenly let out a sharp Thunderbolt, and pulled away. Being an Electric-type Other really helped sometimes. As Vaan fell to the ground, Vanille let out a huff - and a whine. That blood - those injuries. But she needed to know. "By Lightning... do you mean Lightning Farron?"
"...Yeah. It wasn't really reported, but she sometimes... she sometimes came t'visit this world, as she was tryin' to get home from some sort of..."
Nah. Vaan wouldn't tell her about his time outside the realm of Others. That was a secret. "Did you know her?"
"Know her?! She was from my world - and if she was travelling, she might have been the original! Do you know what this means, Rat-Kid?" Vanille said, suddenly jumping right onto his chest. Vaan let out a whine, as she suddenly started to shake him.
But all Vaan could say was a perplexed "...No?" as he shook her off, his smile faded. Sure, she was cheerful like her, but...
Without letting Vaan finish that thought, Vanille bounced onto her feet, excited. "It means that our worlds might still exist - or, at least, where the originals came from!" she said, her voice filled with a familiar excitement, "And here I thought they were all dead and buried!"
Vaan, however, didn't hold that hope Vanille clearly did. His face grew dark, and he got to his own feet. His smile grew again - to a vile grin - and he placed a hand on her. "...But what can we do?"
The taller former Sky Pirate started to pace, as Vanille kept her eyes on him - her gaze not leaving his, her body straightening.
"Look at it this way. We've been reborn, and forced to live these lives. Just like I'm not th'real Vaan, you're not th'real Vanille. And we have no purpose in tryin' to bring back dead worlds."
That was his simple opinion. Vaan had never seen a point in this - why bring suffering into the world? Gods were always cruel, the fates wanted to simply make these former heroes suffer. Vanille, however, clearly had a different idea. She suddenly grabbed his hand, letting out a whine and shaking at him a little.
"But-- but! We've got the powers of gods - we should at least try! And besides - even if you're not Vaan, you miss that world, right?!"
A pause, as Vaans' eyes widened, his skin went a little pale.
"...I guess... I miss the skies."
The small woman gave a nod, and suddenly started to tug on him. "Then it's settled! We're gonna go down and crash this cycle - it's gonna be beginning soon!" she said, with a cheeky grin. "With us two - well, and whoevers' gonna be reborn - we'll find out the truth!"
The irony of saying that to the Black Bahamut, a man who stood for pure ideals, never crossed Vanilles' mind. But this was going to happen. The world would be saved...
...no matter what the cost.