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[Final Fantasy XII] Noli me tangere.

Author: dhely .
Series: Final Fantasy XII
Rating: PG.
Disclaimers: The characters do not belong to us but to Square-Enix.
Notes:

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Port Balfonheim, September 700 Valendiano old.

A ship has one captain. Always one, only one: on the same bridge, there is no way that there are two captains. If there were a host, should increase by grade. Why

airmen are jealous. The ships are more than wives, for them, are the pledge of marriage to the sky with the freedom, which no woman can provide. Airmen have feathers sharp as steel, ships are the body of their soul.

Balthier raised his eyes toward heaven, deeply inhaling the sea air mixed with that of the night. It felt good, it was like to be alive, clean.

renewed.

Even if all you knew, everything was normal it was only a memory. Although the law that had governed his life there was not worth anything.

together was beautiful and terrifying.

It was a leap of faith, not knowing if he had wings strong enough .. He was lucky. At the time I had wings, but a pair of arms had sustained. They had sought and had given him a chance.

A chance to be there, to be sky pirate, Balthier to be, instead of what had been until then.

And all the past had sunk, swallowed by the waves of time, buried under the bark invincible sea, forgotten.

There, among the pirates, no one asked where you came from, what had been, because he had chosen such a life. It did not matter.

Reddas was there because he had decided that she could be trained.

had been put to the test, came out of the cave of the devil with the pledge he had claimed for himself, did not need another. It was Balthier.

smiled, passing the threshold of the tavern, full of smoky air, words, laughter and shouting. The smell of beer and spirits was so intense that she could erase the immense ocean, a step from there.

Cynthia smiled at him, taking with one hand a tray of mugs.

"Welcome!"

A hand fell on his shoulder.

"Hey, baby, Reddas is there, waiting for you."

He knew where he was, but nodded a thank you the same. He passed a maze of tables, pretended not to notice glances, tone of calls answered and proposals, smiled gracefully to some signs that's turned, but did not stop, if not at the table of Reddas.

The man stared at him with an expression of amused detachment to pursed lips, and invited him to sit.

Balthier thanked him and handed him the documents that came to hand.

were not many people know how to read, especially quickly: why Reddas had wanted with him since the early days they were there. This, at least, was the official version. There were many nights imagining a torrid shared between the two, pleasure Hot, paid a high price for favors.

And they were very little chaste thoughts, and very little whispered, but after all Reddas could do what he wanted, he could choose who he wanted to. If he wanted to make a worthless boy, a pirate, however, there was the devil of the mountain to watch, and would kill him as soon as he dared to take a step in his cave consecrated.

When Balthier had fallen for the last test before being accepted among them, many had believed that they would never see again. So

Reddas would learn, finally, to her place! That, as he was their acknowledged leader, would not get too much freedom, because only the devil decided who was worthy and who's not.

Eventually, when Balthier had returned to the surface, with, in his hand, snatched the spirit of the pledge, all had been silent, if he had returned was because he could come back. Reddas was right. To the pirates did not need another.

Frankly, why of all the treasures hidden in the cave of the devil, and arms, the boy had chosen a similar pledge no one could understand it was a sleeveless jacket, and hard to bring him close.

After all, nobody could really understand and not even Balthier because he always went around so damn dress. Maybe

was scarred?

Maybe some wore a brand?

Maybe ..

But if someone asked, Balthier smiled and replied

Reddas And, as a sign of his favor, fate had a gift. A gift absurd: the carcass of a ship.

A prototype in test flight had crashed and was left there, crashed in the plains. None of them had ever imagined that a man could give to her young lover and a similar refusal to have access even to his bed.

Nor nobody would have bet on the reaction was: Balthier moved to tears.

But they could not understand.

Baltieri looked around, then smiled at Reddas.

They could not understand.

There was something precious and important in that sign. Something important.

was a prototype: it was something on which someone had wasted time and energy that he might become what you wanted it to be. But sometimes not enough will and dedication, sometimes it takes the right hands to give the idea the correct form and appropriate. Sometimes even the most inert material has a spirit, has a trace of an intention, a desire, a tension.

Sometimes miracles happen.

That ship fell from the sky, imperfect and does not adhere to the wishes of an unknown, distant manufacturer, was an epiphany.

Her own epiphany.

E Reddas, without words, without question, he knew, had known and had made a gesture more precious than any treasure.

Balthier his miracle had it there, there before our eyes, every day, under your fingers every time he stretched out his hands. The miracle took his light and texture each bolt tightening, every thread that connects every excrescence which amputated. It was just like pulling out the hidden form in the pile of metal and let it fly.

was to bring to life itself.

Reddas followed in silence, when he motioned for him to do so, both away from the common room. They crossed a couple of small hallway, and pushed the man opened a side door that opened on the piers, the sea.

The fresh air and dark and wrapped it like a real breath of fresh air.

"When are you going to start flying seriously, Balthier?"

Only he dragged his name that way.

smiled.

"When it's ready."

"You have a date?"

shook a little 'head.

"I knew I had to meet a deadline."

"No Expiration. - A smile, a hand on her shoulder - just curious to see you finally take flight. "Balthier took

a breath, and stood in silence for a long moment, thoughtfully.

Then she smiled.

"But I'm already flying, Reddas. Balthier has never done anything else, since he was born. "


° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° °
Desert east of Rabanastre.

° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° °

"I knew you were here"

thundered in the distance. But it was not a flash, no light or rain. It was a storm in the desert, a sandstorm. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply.

noises, next to him. The armor and sword in the ground beside her. The time taken to run.

point Basch's eyes, blue and alive, in the sharp eye of the Knight at his side. Vossler was lying on its side, looked like a lion keeper.

"Already back from reconnaissance?"

narrowed one eye, in a grimace of disappointment, vaguely indicating the desert, "coming storm".

"Yes, I heard it. From the west, it seems ... "laughed heartily, interlacing your fingers behind his head.

The stars hung over them, the undisputed master of the night, in the world. As the stones, like the desert. It was a cold night: the warmth of the day had vanished, as if it never existed.

Knight brown clicked his tongue against the palate, quite disappointed by the lightness of his companion: "You guessed it. But I can not run for cover. People in city already tightened their taxes. You are blasphemous, do not fear anything. "

"Vossler - sighed his name with affection - have been here for thirteen years ... I'll know how to move, or not? "He replied, amused, continuing to enjoy the rest, the sky, and even the company of grouchy. Vossler was stubborn, and he could be quite hostile. Basch loved him as we love the dearest friend, the only real.

"You are irresponsible, that's what you are! What are you looking? The stars? The meteors are long past! "

" And you are very generous ... Come to me looking for a storm, After three days of travel. In person. "

He turned completely, smiled, extending a hand to grab his head and kiss him. It was a struggle for those who surrendered first, rolled reversing positions. He won Basch: Vossler had no brothers, he had spent his childhood and struggle to compete with them. No one, before he became a cadet in the Knights, would dare to throw in the dust of a noble family, so illustrious.

Basch, however, had run in the woods, barefoot, was injured on the rocks of the streams, had fought naked with a twin who hated to lose. And lose against him, mostly.

More lightning. Became more nearby. Within an hour would be there.

Basch raised his head, stared at the reddish sky between the sharp relief of the hills of red stone. Vossler forced him to bow again, I bit her neck. Not made a sound. Vossler When he had finished taking his satisfaction (leave a bluish mark that was supposed to hide the neck of his uniform), Basch kissed him again, tasting a metallic thin film of blood in his mouth. The other Knight squeezed him, yanked the hair and then touching her bare arms.

"You always hot."

"I grew up in the snow. "

Vossler looked at him, frowned. Basch stretched his lips, stroking his forehead, brown hair.

"Thirteen years who live here. You're a son of Dalmasca, now! - Reversed the positions, he pulled on his knees, sniffing the air. - Come, or we will not return on time. But what were you doing here? "

Basch looked sottinsù it was so easy to read in the face of Vossler, understand the allusions of his words. Even when he tried to shield, was a man too honest. The stranger Knight wanted to say as much about himself. But what was done was done, and there would be no desire fulfilled, that night. He sat down, embarrassed laugh, "Do you think it will be easy to have a moment of peace, tomorrow?"

Vossler stared in disbelief, snorted. "Do I think by tomorrow I'll have to call me General is to break the snout, but congratulations ... Be serious for once! "

For a moment he had in his ears the voice of Noah, a young voice, strong, angry, he called his name. That was enough, there was no need for words between them, it was all clear, clear ... until they were small.

"It 's a great honor, I know, Vossler. I did not want to talk about it lightly "stood up, picking up his cloak and sword. A blow on the shoulder was all the response Vossler, who immediately jumped down the steps carved into the rock lookout.

Basch raised his eyes to the silent sky.

And he saw a shooting star.