Hello... Oh wow... No one else has posted here, huh? Er, I bring chapter of a Dist fic I just started... I hope you all like it.^^ Mostly interpretation on my part, but I'm writing from Dist's childhood up until a certain point in the game. It seemed fun, and I like writing for Dist.
Warnings: Er, spoilers all over after a certain point. Nothing specific in this chapter, unless you know nothing of Dist's character/past. Story will eventually contain at least one-sided Jade/Dist... I think that's it...
Like every child he had dreams. They were simple like all the others, but he thought they were special, because after all, they were his. His dreams, like many others, involved him growing up to be successful. To be something the people of Ketterburg would be proud to call one of their own. And within his success he’d be happy, because he would be doing something that he enjoyed and made him proud. At first, that’s all he ever wanted.
He’d never had any friends, so it had never really bothered him. After all, you can’t miss what you don’t have, right? At least, that was what he thought… Even in his school years, Saphir never felt any connection with his peers. The only thing they had in common was they were all born in Ketterburg. It’s not like it mattered. He thought they were stupid for calling his interest in fonmachines “weird.” They would never understand, he was openly seeking the path of logic, while they were wasting away.
He’d been awkward, quiet, and introverted. He was full of energy like everyone else, except his passion came through his learning and his experiments. He never had any friends, so he would always sit alone and go home by himself. But one day…
He ran into a boy and dropped all of his books. He’d never seen him before, and before he could even apologize he picked them up and appeared to be reading the titles. When he handed them back, Saphir looked in his eyes and saw something he knew very well.
He just met another person… who was all alone, didn’t he?
Days later, after asking around and watching for him, he learned his name was Jade. Jade Balfour. And he had a sister named Nephry. They were also the same age and would likely be in the same class next year. It seemed Jade was very intelligent, and had a major interest in fonons. And it also seemed, Jade wasn’t very friendly, and preferred to keep to himself. Saphir had never met anyone who shared any of his interests before, and… He wanted to talk to him. He never cared before, and he wasn’t sure… what he was supposed to do now… They had enough to talk about to be… friends, right? He was sure they did.
It had taken him weeks to walk up to Jade and see him again though. Jade had been sitting at his usual table, nibbling on a rice ball and reading a book. Occasionally stopping to adjust his glasses. Saphir stood there for a few seconds, obviously not being noticed, and ask suddenly, “Excuse me, Jade, my name’s Saphir, could I sit with you today?” Saphir almost felt his heart stop when Jade just looked at him blankly, before asking how he knew his name.
“A… A teacher told me. I… Uh, I thought, since you looked interested in my books the other day, that we had some things in common and I, I, I wanted to… talk to you.”
To this Jade shrugged. And Saphir just sat down, assuming it was okay. He hadn’t brought any food, and Jade went back to what he was doing. He removed his glasses and wiped them off, thinking about what to say. “So Jade, when did you get your glasses? I got mine when I was--”
“Young.” he replied curtly.
“Oh-oh. How… young?”
“Young is young.”
Saphir couldn’t help but sit there and wonder where exactly he had went wrong. Did Jade really not want him here? From what it looked like he was the only one who had even tried talking to Jade… And Jade hadn’t told him to go away. He tapped his fingers on the table, before asking, “You’re really interested in fonons, right? Are you interested in being a fonist?”
“That is my intent.”
“Oh… I’m interested in them but I don’t think I’ll ever be a fonist. Or a good one anyway. You see, I’m more partial to fonmachines…” And then Saphir did the on thing he promised himself he wouldn’t do.
He got excited. About talking about fonmachines. In front of people.
Without him realizing it, his voice got louder, he sounded ecstatic, he was moving his hands and arms in large gestures, and when he was finished, he noticed the entire room was silent. Everyone was staring at him. Any trace of a smile disappeared and he felt his blush creep down his neck. Everyone was staring at him…Everyone but Jade. And Jade was the one… he was trying to impress.
Saphir got up and muttered sorry, and didn’t check to see if Jade heard him. He gathered all of his things, and quickly left the room…
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The next day at lunch, Saphir sat with his head buried in his arms. He couldn’t believe it… Jade probably thought he was pathetic now… “Honestly, who does get that happy about fonmachines… I should have just worn a sign that said ‘I have no friends… Humor me…’” he grumbled, shoving his face further into his arms.
One minute later, he heard the scrapping of chair legs right next to him. He looked up curiously to see what was going on.
Jade was… sitting next to him.
Jade had already cracked open his book, but still looked out of the corner of his eye at Saphir anyway. “It’s quiet over here. It makes it easier to read.” Jade retuned himself to his book. Saphir took this time to glance where Jade normally sat and saw that no one was around it…
Saphir wasn’t exactly sure what he had done right.