In My Field of Flowers

In My Field of Flowers

Disclaimer: I do NOT own ANY Final Fantasy VIII characters, though I wished.

Rated: R/for now

!WARNINGS! A classic Mary-Sue fic! If you don't like girls mysteriously finding their way in the world of Final Fantasy VIII then, I suggest you leave as quickly as possible.

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Summary: Seventeen year old Lisa Cardaci, spends her birthday in Japan to meet with Executive Producer, Hironobu Sakaguchi. What does that have to do with her winding up outside of Balamb a week before all conflicts?


Another time, another talk, about how you're going to wind up leaving...
Another quest back home to salvage what's left to fight for... what's left to die for.
And I am ready.
Another broken promise, another lie, saying 'life is unvalued... I am unvalued'.
Another night and star to go with the bright sky in your eyes.
Another long walk to your house, where I tell you how much I need you.
This defeats been over and my flag has flown away with my passing strive.
Another battle, another cry, shouting to me...
You talk as if I can 'Save the World'.
Another chance, another try, a sword that clings, wines, and dines.
Another ring, another vow, a promise to surrender my whole life to you.
Another new begining that makes me hang on by a thread.


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Chapter 1: Hironobu Sakaguchi, Executive Producer

"Miss Lisa, the meet is at five, you should be heading off, no?"

I smiled to myself, remembering why I took this flight in the first place. To Japan, I mean. I've been interested in the place since I was young. Okay, not so much the place, but the people. Let's narrow that down to SQUARE SOFT. I'm pretty sure that if you've ever played ANY Final Fantasy game, you'd want to meet the masters behind the operation.

Well, here I am. Little Mary-Sue, bluntly obvious. I'm an American, coming to Japan for my first time. I was a little lost at first, but was too overwhelmed to worry. I met a guy named Yutaka on the way and luckily, he knew some English. He stops by every day to ask me where I need to be and gives me directions. People were awfully generous to new comers. Though, I've been here for a little over a month now. Today's my birthday, which is why everything is possible right now. Parents.

I didn't plan to stay very long, just in time to meet the greatest man ever. Hironobu Sakaguchi, to praise him on his idea for Final Fantasy VIII. Of course on all of his other accomplishments, but mostly for that particular game. It moved me, more then any other game, ever. I mean it was so meaningful in all aspects. They made it work, they made emotions, and they made the memorable heroes'.

"Miss Cardaci?"

I looked up at Yutaka and smile, faintly. "Yes, I suppose we should get going."

He nods, while holding the door open for me. I grabbed my converse sneakers and quickly put them on, trying to hurry as best as I can. I dressed slightly different from the people here, I've noticed that, greatly. You could find me right away in a crowd, despite my height, which was 5'2. It was my hair that usually got people. It was vibrant, very red. The color of a cherry, maybe lighter. It was always a mop and difficult to deal with, so I decided dreadlocks was the most natural thing to do.


(My Beta Reader would have my ass if I didn't put this, listen up. In any story, a well written one anyway, a character does NOT describe themselves. BUT this is a MARY-SUE fic.)

[If it wasn't the hair, then it was the clothes. I don't really believe in trends and if I did, it would be my own and everyone would love it. I usually tossed on a crazy skirt. Ones with sequences, pearls, miss-match colors, polka dots, stripe pinned, or some crappy band that no one's ever heard of. The skirts follow nylons or knee-high socks, which don't match my skirts at all. As for shirts, tank tops or band shirts. Bjork shirts, mostly.

Then there's the 10 holes on my face, not including mouth, nose, and ears. I have five on my right ear, four on my left, and the tenth hole was in my nose. A nice little ring, it wasn't that showy. The make-up was showy, though. I've crossed the line in the cosmetic department. I carry my make-up bag everywhere, no exaggeration. Heavy and what my mom likes to call, 'gook' eyeliner, it's used to make my eyes look like a cats'. Depending on what I wear, I'll put on some eye shadow and some light lipstick.]

I just gave you a perfect description of a whore, I realize this, but I was just a freak in Japan trying to meet the executive producer of Final Fantasy VIII.

"Okay, let's go."

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"This is a long line," he hesitated, while wiping the sweat from his forehead. "You are really going to wait this long to see him!"

I rolled my eyes, while placing my fingers at the bridge of my nose, trying to chase away the headache. "Yutaka, patience is a virtue. I did not come this far to just give up now."

"Crazy woman," he muttered, while scooting up a bit as the line shifted. There was only about twenty kids in front of us, waiting to get an autograph. "Here, I got something for you."

"For me?" I asked, while softening my glare a bit. "Yutaka that's sweet."

"It's a kick in the ass."

"Wha-AH!"

As soon as I caught my balance and saved myself from bashing into the two girls in front of me, I hit Yutaka's arm with my elbow. "Listen you tricky little Japanese man, no tripping this beauty queen, got it?"

He laughed, menacingly. "You. A beauty queen?"

"On my birthday, I most definitely am," I said, factually, while moving up, becoming only a few people away from Hironobu.

"So, dream girl. What are you going to do after all of this?" Yutaka asked, while walking a step ahead. "After you accomplish meeting Sir Hironobu?"

I shrugged, slightly. "This is it, unless you count me, going home after this to write a Squall fiction that no one ever reviews?"

"I knew it! you American girls are all the same. Squall Leonhart, ha!" he accused, while shoving his finger close to my face for the emphasis. "He was nothing but a cold hearted beetch!"

I laughed. "Man, first off, I am not all American girls', secondly, I like my men cold, and lastly, it's bitch, with an 'it' sound to it."

"You are next. I'll stop by at seven for some cake," he waved, while walking away, oddly. He kind of reminds me of a duck.

I shrug it off while walking up to the man I've been waiting to meet. He smiled, gently, like he was suppose to do it to everyone, I'm sure. I felt like he was a robot or something. Well, this is it. "Sir Hironobu, it is nice to meet you."

I shook his hand, almost forgetting to let go. "Sorry, I'm just so overwhelmed right now. I am a huge fan of your work, I know you must hear that everyday."

He waved his hand. "Nonsense, dear. There is no need to apologise and thank you. Admiration of my work, does not tire or falter at it's meaning. Do you have something for me to sign?"

I took out my plane ticket and placed it out in front of him, watching him, carefully, as he looks it over. "You're from America?"

"It was a birthday present from my parents. Anyways, Final Fantasy VIII was..." I had words for it before, but I just lost them.

He looks down at my ticket. "They say it was my worst."

"That's not what I was going to say. I was going to say how much I liked it, I love it. You did an amazing job! Sometimes I wonder where you get these brilliant ideas from. I'd love to just go to your state of mind when you think all of this up, maybe it would help my writing. I'd love to escape this reality and find some imagination."

Hironobu cups his hand over my mine and studies me, intensely. "Wherever you go in life is your choice, anywhere. If you want to be in Balamb Garden, then go there. It sounds far away, but is it, really? I got there. I saw it."

I smiled, lightly. That will have me thinking forever. "You're right. Thank you, very much."

He removed his hand. "Happy Birthday, Lisa Cardaci. All you need now is direction..."

I picked up my plane ticket and sighed at the signature. I've got it. "Thank you again, Hironobu."

"Get some sleep tonight, it's going to be a long day tomorrow."

I give him a confused look, but quickly dismiss it, as I start to walk back to my small apartment that I'm staying at.

-

"Happy Birthday, Lisa."

"Yutaka, you're the greatest, I mean that. With out you, I'd be lost all over Japan."

He smiled, kindly. "I brought over some cake, I hope you enjoy strawberry."

I clapped my hands together. "You know what? Strawberries are great."

"I am not very good with your culture, so please don't make fun."

My fingers move across my lips, as if there was a zipper there. "Promise."

"Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday, dear Lisa. Happy Birthday to you! now make a wish!"

I bent over the candles and pulled my hair back, gazing at the flames, meditatively before closing my eyes in thought.

I wish...

What did I wish for? A responsible mother, an understanding father, a docile brother, an A in pre-calculus?

All you need is...

Somehow all those things didn't seem right. What did I really want? A group of accepting friends, an affectionate boyfriend?

Wishes have power, unlikely as it may seem...

A successful career as a writer? How much of that dream was real, and how much was wistful hoping for my mother's approval? I wasn't sure anymore. Where would life take me, if I discovered that my driving force was a false one?

All you need is a dire...

Direction...I wish for direction!

I blew all the candles out in one long, long breath.

Yutaka claps, wildly. "What did you wish for? a Griever necklace?"

I shook my head, slowly. "No, something better."

"I hope not," he says, while taking out a bag. He unravels, many cloths until it's down to a wrap. He flips it over twice, revealing a silver Griever necklace, complete with the exact same chain design as the orignals.

My breath hitched in my throat and I silently asked for permission to touch it. Yutaka nods, while unlatching the clips. I turn around, while lifting up my hair. The necklace is cold on my skin and sends a shiver down my spine. It was the first present on my seventeenth birthday and I'm happy it wasn't spent alone.

"It's very old. Possibly one of the first few made. You see, I use to be a Localization Specialist on board, until I wanted to stay with my family. Hinorobu gave each member the first fifty created, made with silver that had had that persons initials carved in. That's how you can tell a real Griever necklace from a fake one. Most are made from metal or a cheap steal. Take good care of this one, always."

I hugged him, tightly. He stiffened under my touch and with most hesitation, steadied his hands on my back. "Miss Lisa, you are happy with your gift, then?"

I pulled back to run my fingers over the necklace. "I love it."

Yutaka gave me my champagne glass and soon we were under much assumption of alcohol, to a point where I could even understand his slurs. "Why sssqqquaalll? you ssstupid American girlsss, alllwayss go for sssquall."

I giggled, senselessly. I could barely stand and when I did I knocked both me and Yutaka on the couch. We laughed until we couldn't breathe. My chest heaved and I was in a cross between silly and tired.

"Yutaka-sama, it fitsss you. I want to be named Lisssa-ssama Suchison!"

"Really?" he said, dully. "That'sss a terrible name."

"I ssshould re-think that one over in the morning," I laughed, while snuggling next to Yutaka, who was holding onto my new necklace. "I can't sssleep, though."

"Why not?"

"So-something about what *hiccup* Hironobu Sukoo guchaaa, Sakaguchooo, Sakaguchi *hiccup* said to me."

He whined, "Hey. Hey. Hey, don't be listening to him, man! he's crazy."

It was hard to focus, I was so tired. My eyes burned and kept on closing, not even opening fully anymore. I couldn't help, but get this weird feeling that I shouldn't go to sleep. Lisa, stay awake. Think about Seifer, wearing an eerie robe, with 'Ladies Man' printed in big pink letters.

It isn't working.

"He said that I should get sssome sssleep, that tomorrowsss going to be a long day."

Yutaka dropped his wine glass on a pillow. "It most definitely is."

My eyes shut and the last thing I thought about before drifting off to sleep was the threat of Hironobu's words.

'Happy Birthday, Lisa Cardaci. All you need now is direction...Get some sleep tonight, it's going to be a long day tomorrow'.

'Direction...I wish for direction!'

Dun, Dun, Dun! What did Hironobu mean? What's going to happen to Lisa? Is it all just a bad hang over? Review and find out!