Crisp Leaves (KH/FF Fanfiction-High school Reader Insert)

Special Update (2/4)

As my hand drifts to the tight sleeves of the shirt, a sigh escapes my lips as a hand rests itself on my shoulder. "Relax, (y/n). This event is not a big deal," Cain, the reaper of flames, whispers into my ear in a failing attempt to calm me down, "This is just a little step have you accepted among the elites." He mutters the last word with utter distaste. "Even if we are just tools to them, we have to be a known factor among them. After all we are just enforcers for the king."

I turn my body as my face is straining to smile, "I am well aware of what is required of me. Stand around, look intimidating, and try not to ruin the treaty that is being signed today."

"Well there are a few other things you have to do, after all you are now a formal member of us you will also be introduced here," The filthy smirk on his face does nothing to relax me, "You have quite the fearsome title, reaper of memories." His outfit is uncharacteristic of the good doctor, instead of his simple button up is replaced by a intricate black and red uniform.

My hand continues to mess with the sleeve as he grabs my wrist revealing the bandages wrapping around them, " Don't touch me, Cain."

Tearing the appendage away from him as he frowns I look away in shame, "What did you do, (y/n)."

"I didn't do anything. It was Shinra, after all they want to get rid of all the evidence of their involvement," The cold response that escapes my mouth surprises me. They don't want to repeat that... incident.

He slowly unwraps the bandages and closes his eyes in thought, "It's going to prevent the flow of magic through this hand, (y/n). You're now more expandable then ever. You have to be careful. One mistake and it will be over for you. No second chances."

As the bell tolls, we see a flood of people begin to enter. A treaty is being signed tonight promising Ishgard, a neighboring country, support should they ever be attacked and visa versa. This was massive given in the past their former closed borders policy. While they are not as technological advanced as we are, they have a upper hand in matters of magic which is an asset we lack for reasons.

Kurasame soon steps into my view thankfully taking me away from the nerve wracking conversation with Cain. As usual his mask covers his face, still leaving me to wonder about the man under it. "I will be introducing you to a few people, , including Aymeric, the current leader of Ishgard."

"So our future boss. Lovely," I grumble out. He has surely heard the rumors then. Well can I just like die now?

"I hope you will not express those feelings to him, (y/n). While I may very well have some pull, I would not be able to help you out of this," He reminds me.

The purple eyes gaze at me knowing my feelings on the matter. I never want to serve again. Never again. The fear still has a tight grip on me. "Don't worry. I may be a idiot but not that much of one," I chuckle, "Have some faith in me."

"You are trustworthy, that has been proved dozens of times over, and you are not an idiot," He sighs exasperated. His eyes have a look of some emotion I struggle to identify, perhaps sadness or... I have no idea. He serves as my mentor, teaching me the rules of being a Reaper. "Just don't do anything impulsive."

"I'll keep that in min-" I stop mid-sentence as I see who I believe to be Aymeric, "Is that him, Kurasame?"

The first words that came to mind when I saw him is elegance and grace. His cold face, fitting the legends of the cold winters of Ishgard, spoke to how important this event was to him. Not only was this securing safety for his nation but he would also gain new technology and in a few years the ability to command the Reapers, one of the most feared military powers of our country. The Reapers. An organization thought of in mystery, its members among the strongest tacticians, fighters, healers, and mages. Many of them had former military experience or professional combat jobs but have settled down until the creation of the group.

"Yes, it is. The elf to his right is Fenris, former slave and Aymeric's current bodyguard," Kurasame notes.

"He's bound to be interesting to talk to," I wonder aloud until a thought hits me, "How did you get that information? Doubt that's on his card." The glare from the commander is enough to shut me up. "Fine, keep your secrets. I got my own anyways," I act hurt in the playful manner not associated between mentor and student. Or at the least it would be considered very inappropriate but it was not in the manner people expect. It was the tangible bond between two people that understood each other better than most. Together we survived some of the worst battles of recent history.

"I believe someone is attempting to get your attention, (y/n)." I turn horrified to see Bitch One, Trisha. Her white dress looks perfect on her as she waltzes over causing my body to go stiff.

"Well, it was nice talking to you again but I'm afraid it's my time to depart," My feet move on its own not waiting for a response as I enter the sea of people dancing, leaving Kurasame to sigh in frustration.

The familiar rhythm of the music puts me at ease as I travel from person to person enjoying the small talk. I after a while I see the familiar face of Mr. Grumpy Pants, Ravus Nox Fluret.The look of utter hate burning in his eyes is enough to set me on edge, "Hello, (y/n)."Gods, if you are merciful or at the least feel pity then please kill me now. 

(A/N) Beta reader volunteers please?