Making New Friends And Enemies

I'm updating randomly at the moment, there is no method to my madness. Inspiration comes and goes so I may not update a fic for months or update one really quickly. Anyway the long awaited second chapter is here.

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy, I wish I owned some aspects of it but I don't

Random fact: Did you know that the game Gilgamesh originated in was the same one that Nomura started to work on for Square? FFV for the win it seems.

I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life

"Hey, keep moving prisoner." A man in a black uniform said, poking Gilgamesh in the back.

Okay, I get your point, no need to ram it up my ass. Seriously how badly could things have gone for me on first entering a new world, usually I have to actually do something before people with sharp objects come looking for me. And even then it takes a few months at the maximum.

But no, I wake up in the dirt, in the rain and now I have one person behind me with a bayonet almost in my back. it's a good thing they can only see two of my arms. As a general rule if the first people you see are of two different species, they're not going to be as freaked out as much by me with 4 arms showing, if they're practacly the same person only with a slight difference ion height, best not to risk freaking them out. Especially if they have weapons.

"So what was this guy doing here?" One of the grunts/cadets/patrolmen asked the other who was leading them to what Gilgamesh thought was either a prison or a temporary base made out of tents or something.

"I don't know, all I know was suddenly there was this flash of light followed by a greenish-purple orb. Possibly a gravity spell."

"If it is they must have tried to manipulate the fountain or produce it on a mass scale."

"Either way this is not good news."

"But he was discovered on his own, a possible backfire?"

"Prehaps, we should get him to base as soon as possible."

"…"

"…"

"So…"

"What?"

"Did you see that girl back in the town?"

"Yeah?"

"I'd hit that."

They say I have a gift for languages, no matter where I am in the worlds (yes that is supposed to be plural) they always all sound the same to me. Its both a blessing and a curse. A blessing when locals think they're speaking a local tongue and that I can't understand them. Its good for getting vital information about a place. However it's a curse in that I can't turn it off. So I also get a load of drivel about how madly in love one person is with another person but can't be asked to move and tell her/him/it that even though said lover is about 100 feet away and is not currently surrounded by giggling friends or a lover. It can be downright irritating sometimes.

What Gilgamesh did not expect, was to be lead back to a fairly large city, surrounded by military outpostsbut generally held a sort of rustic feel to the place, the way the roofs sloped into ornate curves, the fact that most of the houses were made from wood.

Where in the name of the multiverse am I? And what's with this kid?

Staring up at the red clothed, multi armed man was a little girl. She couldn't have been much older than 7 years old. She seemed out of place with all the soldiers running around

"Beat it kid. I'm not in the mood." His comment was reprimanded by a sharp spike prodding one of his lower cheeks a bit to forcefully.

"How dare you speak to Princess Yuffie Kisiragi prisoner. Your highness, I am sorry that this man had offended you." The guard said bowing a sign of respect. The child's inquisitive glare turned to that of menace complete with the 'I know how to make your life a living hell' smile on her face.

Hmm… warp to gallows in a record time. Woot. Gilgamesh repeated sarcastically in his head. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

"So if she's the heir to this country or something why is she walking around when there's the chance of getting an arrow in her eye?" Yuffie scoffed at this remark.

"Ha! Like anyone would stand a chance against my awesome ninja skills!"

"Word of advice kid, ninja's don't wear clothes with moogles on." Gilgamesh retorted back, his short lived sense of self satisfaction ended with a whack on the head from a butt of a rifle.

"Silence prisoner! My lady you need not waste words on scum such as this, its is a humble suggestion that you might return to the pagoda. His highness must be worried sick."

"Tch, fine." She skipped along the path towards a large, 5 story tower in the middle of the city.

"You sure its safe letting her go on her own like that? Shouldn't you be protecting her and leaving little old me in some cell?" Which I can easily break out of due to the fact 4 arms makes reaching for keys or something to use as a lock pick easy. Gilgamesh added mentally.

"Silence!" One of the guards shouted.

Just how many times am I going to get hit with a rifle today?

Yes this fic exists! Shock stun horror. Review as well for the outside chance that this train of thought continues.