Chapter 6

"So Prompto was it," Crimson asked. Prompto was sitting in a chair across from the crimson haired man. His hands hadn't been tied, but he could feel the gaze of Aizen behind him. "My names Joelson." Prompto still thought Crimson sounded more appropriate though. "And as you guessed before I'm from Nifilhiem, but what I want to know, is how you know?"

Prompto wasn't sure how he could get away with saying anything without revealing who he really was.

He held onto his arm, it was throbbing, and his head hurt to. His mouth tasted like blood, he'd probably bit his tongue when Aizen kicked him. Still he'd managed to get the key to Noctis, that was what mattered.

"You tell me first, what it is you want from the king?" Prompto was being bold, but he had to be, he had to show he was brave no matter how scared he felt. He had to buy time for Noct to escape.

"Hey!" Aizen started, but Crimson lifted his hand to stop Aizen from saying anything else.

"The empire, it's devastating the land, turning children to soldiers and being nothing but a cruel force." Crimson tapped his nails on the chair he was sitting in. "I want Insomnia to take more refugee's, to be precise the negotiation that their looking at taking, I want them to refuse it, our emperor isn't to be trusted."

Prompto hadn't been expecting that, so Crimson actually didn't want the worst of everything.

"You want to help people from the empire?" Prompto had been expecting horribly awful reasons for why they'd kidnapped Noctis, but this, this was unexpected.

Prompto bit his lip, suddenly wondering if maybe it wasn't such a good idea to give Noctis the key if this was what Crimson was aiming for.

Prompto's stomach sank, how could he be that shallow, he couldn't just think something like that. These people had kidnapped Noctis and him, no matter what their reasoning was they couldn't just kidnap the crown prince.

"Insomnia has taken in a few refugees, but not nearly enough, Insomnia likes to have tight borders, it's to try and keep the city safe, but I feel as though they're not doing enough, and if they accept the treaty our Emperor is about to propose, then there is no hope for this city." Crimosn dropped his hands. "You see my motivation for kidnapping the prince; it's only to allow the proper audience with the king."

Prompto stopped biting his lip. "But couldn't there have been another way, I mean…" Prompto stopped; he wasn't sure how to continue.

"Your voice has the subtle accent, I can tell," Crimson said.

"What?" Aizen said in shock.

"You're from Niflihiem to? Are you not."

Prompto stayed silent, unsure how he could answer, or whether to confirm. Prompto had just been beaten by Aizen, and he was sure he had a bit of a concussion, but as if it didn't matter anymore Prompto felt the slight urge to reveal what was under his wristband.

Prompto dropped his arm, ready to reach down and show these men his true identity, the identity he kept hidden from everyone around him. Maybe it'd be like a weight had been lifted if they saw what was under his wrist band.

A loud shouting noise is heard outside, and Prompto knows he's lost his chance.

"What was that?" Aizen said.

Crimson gave a signal for Aizen to go check it out.

Prompto wondered if Noctis had been caught. It was unlikely that he had gotten out and found help so quickly, but Prompto didn't want to think of the alternative.

"Well it seems my plan has probably failed," Crimson said, the noise growing louder down the hall.

Failed seemed unlikely to Prompto, but he didn't say anything to disregard his words.

"Prompto Argentum was your name, correct?" Crimson asked.

Prompto nodded.

"Quicksilver," he said over his tongue. "I'm sorry I didn't see it earlier."

Crownsguard burst into the room, teleporting to Crimson and grabbing him from behind. Prompto was about to get up, when he felt his own weight being thrown on the floor as a crownsguard pushed him down.

"Stop you fool, can't you tell that's the other hostage," a large muscled man said coming in the room, a large sword in hand.

The weight was lifted off Prompto, but the impact had already brought back the black spots. His eyes rolling back Prompto let darkness back in as he fell back.

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The next time Prompto woke up he was in a hospital bed. His broken arm was in a sling, and his other arm had an IV put into it. He felt a little numb but overall he felt better than he had earlier.

So he'd been rescued. Or at least that's what it looked like.

"Hey you're awake," a voice said beside him. Prompto looked over, the crown prince next to him. "You had me worried back there; I thought for sure they might kill you." Noctis crossed his arms. "You really saved me though."

Prompto curled his upper lip. "No, that's not fair," Prompto muttered. "I didn't save you."

Noctis shook his head. "No Prompto you did, without you there I would have never escaped. Not only did you get me out of a cell, but you also took a picture of the car that took us at the museum and left your camera behind so the crownsguard could find it. You literally led them right to us."

"Stop!" Prompto said, his voice a bit more full. "I-I, I don't deserve the thanks Noctis, the only reason I was even following you at the museum that day was because I heard them."

Noctis frowned. "You what?"

"I heard their plan to kidnap the prince, but I didn't say anything." Prompto pulled at the IV. "Don't you see because I didn't say anything was the reason you were kidnapped in the first place, I could have prevented it." Prompto rolled his head away. "I was just to chicken to tell anyone."

Prompto felt a hand on his knee. He looked over Noctis still giving off a smile. "Prompto, you saved me, and don't let anyone ever tell you a different story."

Prompto sank back, he still didn't feel he deserved the thanks, but at least now the prince knew his name. If anything that was some good that'd come from this situation.

"Thanks for being here when I woke up," Prompto said.

Noctis nodded. "Yeah no problem man, what are friends for."

Prompto shifted his eyebrow. "Friends," he mumbled in repeat.

"Yeah well is that okay?"

Prompto gave off a blank face. Friends, he'd always dreamed of being friends with the crown prince. But for it to actually happen, he never thought something like that would be possible.

"Ah yeah if you don't mind me, I'm not really good at expressing my emotion, and I ah I'm not really good at anything—well except maybe Kings Knight, I'm really good at that."

"Dude you play Kings Knight?"

"Like all the time!" Prompto said, a smile perched on his lips.

Noctis went over to a bag of stuff on the side filled with Prompto's stuff. He was able to pull out his phone in that. "Think you can play one-handed."

"Dude, I could beat you with no hands," Prompto said, a smile on his face. Noctis passed Prompto his phone, knowing that perhaps he had just made a real friend for the first time at his high school.

The End

Sorry for the slow updates and shortness, kind of knew it'd be short, and the ending turned out a bit different to how I envisioned. I might write a little sequel one-shot to tie up some lose ends involving the kidnappers later, but will see, reviews would really help motivate.

Will be starting a new FF XV fic soon—be another Prompto centric one, but this one will involve the main cast more, so be on the lookout for that. Thanks for all the reviews and hope you all enjoyed.