Author’s lengthy note: Okay then, here it is, my lil’ fic about Vivi’s past. ^_^ I had always wanted to do one of these, specifically about Vincent or Sephy from FF7… But, by the time I had gotten around to it, about ten dozen other people had, so I figured it would be silly to… But so far, I haven’t seen a single fic like this! Mine will be the first! MWAHA- er, well, I think it is.
After many starts, restarts, and re-restarts, I have settled on this (hopefully) final version. (I still hate the beginning, but out of the twenty or so I wrote, it’s the one I hate the least. ^_^;;;) Of course, while I stuck to what little info we got on the game, I had to make up some things here and there… Like how Vivi ended up on Quan’s fishing hook…
Please forgive the terribly ‘Myuutsuu no Tanjou’ (Birth of Mewtwo)-ish parts of this fic… Sorry, but I think baby Mewtwo-sama and lil’ Vivi-sama were probably in the same sort of state of mind (confused and scared, wondering what the heck was going on…) when they first became sentient or whatever… Not to mention Mewtwo-sama’s ‘child’ voice would be nearly perfect for Vivi… In my humble opinion, anyways. =P
Also, I think Vivi and baby Mewtwo are a lot alike. They were both created instead of being born. That’s why it’s gonna be like ‘The Birth of Mewtwo’ (it’s a terribly cute and sad Japanese radio drama, you can get it at Amazon.com for 40 bucks! 0_o) because as I said, I think how Mewtwo felt was probably what Vivi first felt… It was probably a lot worse for Vivi, though. Mewtwo had his friend Ai to help and teach him, and explain what was going on…
So, without further babbling, here it is… =) (Stuff in italics is Vivi’s thoughts, btw…)
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…What’s going on?
I don’t understand…
Where am I? It’s so dark…
…Who am I…?
I don’t know…
…Should I know? Am I supposed to know…? …Am I even here at all?
I’m so confused…
I’m… scared…
"What kind of cargo are we transporting?"
"Dunno’." The man shrugged back at his friend. "Somethin’ real important. Secret, too."
"Yeah, we’re just here to transport it, I know the drill…" the first man sighed, leaning against the cargo ship’s railing. They had received orders to pick up a mysterious cargo. They just had to bring it to a rendezvous point where someone else would take it. No one ever told them anything, and they didn’t mind. Besides, this was good money.
"Aren’t you just a bit curious?" the first man asked.
"Yeah, a bit. But it ain’t our business. Besides, we couldn’t open those barrels if we wanted to."
The first man shrugged. "It could be somethin’ real valuable. Worth more than they’re payin’ us."
"I find that hard to believe." Said the second, smiling as he thought of the ridiculous sum of gil they were to receive after this. Who would pay so much money for such a simple job? But why was he thinking about complaining?
He was so busy thinking about what he was going to buy with his newly acquired fortune, that he didn’t notice the huge winged beast streaking for the airship.
"Oh shit!" the first man shouted as he spotted it. It was some sort of Mist monster, that he was sure of. It was like some sort of lizard, or more accurately a dragon. It wasn’t very big, but its claws could easily tear the balloon holding the ship up. Monsters attacking ships only happened occasionally; the creatures seemed to prefer remaining beneath the cover of the Mist. Not this one, apparently. The second man, who was steering, swerved so it would hopefully miss.
Everything’s moving now… What’s going on?
"Left, left!" the first man screamed to his friend as he tried to track the movement of the monster. "No, up, go up!"
"This ship can only move so fast!" he shouted back. "Try throwin’ something at it!"
"I somehow doubt that’ll work!"
For several moments they were able to dodge the dragon’s attacks. Luckily, it wasn’t very agile either. The ship soon found itself near one of the continent’s outer mountains.
"We can’t stay above the Mist for very long!" the first man warned.
"I know, but maybe we can land and- AAAAAHH!!"
The ship was suddenly slammed into, sending it careening away. Before they could maintain control, the monster attacked again, this time hitting one of the barrels on the side of the ship. It cracked open into splinters, sending what was inside falling to the ground below…
It’s still dark…
I think I’m moving faster… Falling? I don’t know what’s happening…
…!!
…Huh?
I stopped… What’s happening?
Quan had been sitting peacefully at the ledge overlooking the ocean behind his home. He was a Qu, a large and bizarre creature with a white face, two tiny eyes surrounded by a four-pointed pattern, and a long tongue hanging from his wide mouth. His clothing look with oriental, covered with symbols and dragons and such. He wore a tall hat with a flat square top, with two ball-shaped ornaments hanging from either side.
He had decided he had a taste for fish, so he decided to go fishing. So far he hadn’t caught anything, which upset him because he had wanted to try out a very tasty sounding recipe-
The line was suddenly jerked downward.
"I got something!" he exclaimed, jumping up. He began reeling it in, hoping it was some big, delicious fish. It didn’t feel very heavy, though, and it didn’t seem to be struggling either…
He finally saw whatever he had caught as it appeared over the end of the ledge.
It wasn’t a fish, as far as he could tell. In fact, he had never seen anything quite like it.
The thing was human in shape, and about the size of a small child. It was wearing a blue overcoat, held together on its chest with leather straps, and blue-green and white striped, very baggy pants. On its head was a pointy, floppy brimmed hat, and it wore reddish colored gloves and boots. Strangest of all was its face, which was the only visible part of it. It was completely black, and mostly hidden from view. Quan could see two eerily glowing yellow eyes, which seemed to be looking straight at him.
Confused, Quan set the weird pointy-hatted thing on the ledge, and went to get the hook off from where it was caught on its jacket. It didn’t move at all, and Quan stood back to look at it. They just stood there for a few minutes.
"You… not food." Quan concluded.
"…" It just looked at him.
"I wonder what you are…" Quan brought a pudgy hand up to his chin. "You look like human boy. Almost. You human boy?"
"…"
Quan frowned a bit. "You speak?"
"…"
"If you no answer, I just going to say you are!"
"…"
"You have name?"
"…"
Now he was frustrated. "You alive at all?!"
Startled by the sudden outburst, the pointy-hatted boy jumped back, tripped, and fell.
"Ow…" he said quietly.
"What? You say something." Quan moved closer. "Hmm… you hurt?"
The pointy-hatted boy looked down at himself, then up at Quan.
"Say something, or can you no talk? You mute?"
I can understand what he’s saying… Can I talk? I’ve never tried…
"Can you talk?" Quan asked again.
"U-um…" he began quietly. "I-I-I…"
"You speak, then? That good. What your name?"
"N-n-name?" he stuttered.
I guess I can talk…So that’s what I sound like?
"Yes, name! Everyone have name. Is what you called. My name Quan."
Name? I don’t think I have one… No one ever gave me one…
"U-um… I d-don’t have a n-name." He admitted.
I wonder how I know to talk. Did someone teach me? I don’t remember…
"That strange." Quan said. "Where your parents?"
"Parents?" he repeated, tilting his head to one side.
"Yes, mother and father! Everyone have parents. Maybe you orphan?"
"I-I don’t think I have p-parents, either…" he said, getting more confused by the second.
What are parents?
"Um, w-what are parents?" he asked aloud.
Quan thought. "You not know? Strange… Everyone born, and have parents. They take care and raise you. I have parents, but they gone now."
Has anyone ever taken care of me?
"Y-you’re the first person I’ve ever met…" he said, looking down at his gloved hands.
"That strange too… Maybe you have amnesia. I heard of it, where all memories gone. Is very bad, and you no can remember name or family. But you not seem know anything…"
What am I supposed to know? This is so confusing…
"But that enough talk now. Is lunch now, time to eat."
"Eat?"
"You not know that, either?!" he seemed shocked. "You eat food."
"…Food?" he repeated. Quan’s jaw dropped. This strange child must have very bad amnesia!
"Come, I show you." Quan motioned towards the entrance of the cave. The boy had an idea what to do, and took one shaky step forward…
And promptly fell on his face.
"Ow…" he stood up, brushing himself off. More carefully, he walked inside.
This is all so confusing… I don’t know what I’m supposed to know… I don’t understand…
Quan paused before following the child inside. "Hmm, maybe if he bigger he make good meal…"
End part 1…
So? Was that okay so far? ^_^;; There’s more, but I need ta’ know if I should even continue… As for the cargo ship thing… eh, I wasn’t too sure about it. That’s just what Vivi had figured had happened on the game, so I decided to stick with it. =) Please be nice in reviews, I’m not used to writing this sorta’ thing. Funny’s more my style, to be honest. (I’m workin’ on an FF9 fic called ‘Death’s Day Off’. It’s just bizarre… =P) Thank you!