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Lost sight of my soul and its void
Think Im unforgiven to this world
Took a chance at deceiving myself
To share in the consequence of lies
Childish with my
Reasoning and pride
Godless to the extent that I died
Think Im unforgiven to this world
Think Im unforgiven
Cloud Cover Part Three
The Giver of Life
By Junj
Nibelheim.
It had all begun there, on that day, five years
ago.
Today, it seemed to be nothing more than a
ghost town, an empty shell where there had once been life. The houses had
long since been abandoned, Meteor having scared their occupants from their
mockery of homes. They rose like tired soldiers, too weary to go on, too
proud to give up. The town was dead. The simple absence of life wasnt
the only reason, though the missing children that used to frolic about the
old well seemed to amplify the stark silence, which only punctured by the
whistling breeze. This town told the story of a great fire and a great genocide
of its inhabitants. This town told a tale of a loss of innocence and the
ending of life. This town spoke of the beginning of hell.
Nothing it could say would be anything new
to the only man standing amongst the houses.
It always comes back to Nibelheim,
doesnt it? A soft voice carried on the wind that creaked about
the houses, blowing the old signs and the old shutters that had been left
open. The man pulled his black cape tighter about his shoulders and bowed
his head against the breeze. He was too tired to think about it any more.
He walked through the town, a lone traveler through the past and present,
searching for some meaning to his existence. Everything was dead silent.
He walked steadily, despite the fact he dragged
his left leg a bit. Plodding past the well, he lightly dragging fingers about
it. The strong, old well. Always left standing. Always protecting the town.
In a way, the well was a lot like himself. The moment of memory and nostalgia
passed and he continued to walk towards the gate. The sound of his footfalls
was amplified a thousand times over. At the gate, he stopped and turned back,
squinting as he scanned the town once more.
He could hear the cries in the wind, feel the
heat of the flames.
Sephiroth.
He could feel his anger.
But it was over, a lost memory in his lost
soul, and he filed it back where it belonged, in a part of his life that
existed five years ago.
He turned to the gate and pushed it open. Walking
with vehement steps, he left town, heading towards the Nibel Mountains. It
was too late to fix the past. He could now only think about the future. He
had a promise to keep.
He had to try.
Before it was too late.
This is degrading.
Reno stopped walking to turn around and face
Elena, his features cold with anger. His eyes narrowed imperceptibly behind
his sunglasses as a lock of red hair fell over his nose, whipped there by
a small gusting breeze. Elena froze in her place when she saw his look.
Well, it is, she defended, scuffing
one of her feet on the dirt road. Were Turks! Were supposed
to ride in cars, not walk until a hick comes by with a flatbed we can ride
on. Hitch-hiking sucks!
Reno rolled his eyes and started to walk again,
ignoring the rants of his comrade. Nobody told you to come, he
declared, his voice rising above hers. You came by yourself with no
questions, no orders, no arguments, and no second thoughts. You have a choice,
you know. You dont need me to make all your decisions.
Elena frowned, grabbing Renos shoulder.
He spun sharply, knocking her hand away. He raised his hand, pointing at
her. You cant stop me, he growled. I dont care
what you do. You can jump off a cliff, cause I dont need your
help. You followed me on your own accord so grow up and accept that.
Elenas face reddened with a mixture of
embarrassment and anger. You look here, she ordered.
Youre dragging us all on a wild goose chase just because you
had the gall to grow a conscience! Turks dont have consciences. A moral
Turk. Its a freakin oxymoron!
Reno frowned, his brow furrowing. You
just dont get it, do you? he asked, though the question was pure
rhetoric. He turned away from her. Nobody gets it! he shouted,
his voice echoing over the rolling hills. He shook his head, laughing smally.
Elena leaned over to Rude. Hes
a crack, she muttered. He coolly arched an eyebrow in response, opting
not to voice his thoughts.
Reno turned back to her. O contraire,
my sweet. Ive never been thinking more clearly. You see, were
all nothing. We used to be something but only because we worked for Shinra.
Nobody needs a freelancing Turk, he stated. But large corporations
with protection and co-operatives for their security need Turks. You see?
Right now were less than nothing. Were the scum at the bottom
of the rent-a-cops shoes. I happen to be trying to get us back into
something, and you guys shoot me down!
Rude shrugged. I didnt say anything
against you, Reno, he said, crossing his arms over his chest. You
can do what you want. Ill follow you. Ive got nothing better
to do.
Well, that makes me feel so much
better, Reno muttered, sarcasm thick on his tongue. I see how
important getting back on the up and up is to you.
Reno, Elena started, her voice
rising in pitch.
Reno grimaced. I hate whiners,
he declared. Look you can follow me and my cracked up conscience, or
you can go back to brown-nosing the big shots back at Midgar. You want in?
Fine. You want out? Thats fine, too.
Rudes lips twitched in a shadow of a
smile, an uncharacteristic show of emotion that was somehow out of place
on his dull features. Count me in. Brown-nosing was never my forte.
I was always better at the bootlicking.
The other Turk frowned, holding up his foot
and the shining black shoe adorning it. You can start here. I cant
see my reflection in them anymore.
Rude looked dubiously at the ground. I
dont know. I may need some water, so I dont dehydrate. Looks
kinda dusty down there.
Reno shrugged. No difference to me.
He looked back to Elena, dropping the jests and returning to the subject.
She tapped her foot impatiently, her hands locked on her hips. Are
you in?
She looked off to the darkened skies in the
distance, blowing a lung-full of air out into the breeze with a heavy sigh.
The skies had been dark since this whole thing had begun. It fit her mood
to a tee. Somehow, I dont think youre giving me a
choice, she stated, looking back to Reno. He gave her a cocky self-assured
grin, annoying the hell out of her even though she liked that grin so
no, too much. He was impossible. Yeah, Im in.
He smiled widely. I knew youd see
the truth of the matter sooner or later, he said, beginning to walk
again.
Yeah. You start looking at something
long enough, youre bound to make it true regardless if its a
lie, she muttered, falling into step behind him.
What was that? he demanded, though
she was sure hed heard what she said well enough.
She sighed again. Nothing. She
could only imagine the completely smug look painted on his features and the
one of contempt on hers.
Well, thats good, he declared,
glancing up to the sky as a bird flew overhead. The Turks are dead,
and I think its high time we had a little resurrection.
Raindrops thrummed endlessly on the deck of
the Highwind, an infinite monotony that was easily symbolic of the
current mood emanating from the operations room below it. Wind whistled endlessly
over the wings and decks, cutting through the dark clouds covering the sky,
creating a swirling mist of black and gray. Every now and then, a thunder
burst bellowed in their ears, a dangerously close lightning bolt crackling
near the Highwind. And every now and then a particularly gusting blast
of wind knocked the ship, screaming passed it with the ferocity of a rabid
animal. The entire stretch of heaven was filled with the cries of the storm,
the rage of the thunder and the pain of the cold rain that was like tears
flowing down from dry eyes. The Planet seemed as though it had been ripped
in two, a mirror image to how she felt.
Tifa Lockhart stared blankly at the empty chairs
around the large table in the operations room, her throat constricting at
the memory of what had happened mere hours ago. The group was down by four
members, two of them dead. It was hard to believe that any of them could
actually die, the last battle with Sephiroth seemingly symbolic of their
own immortality. They werent immortal anymore; one simple twisted plan
of an ingenious man had seen to that. The people of the world needed to be
reminded of death every once in awhile just to make sure they didnt
start thinking that life was some kind of win-win game. People lost all the
time, but what a way to be reminded.
Well, what do ya wanna do? Barret
asked, breaking the thrumming monotony of the rain with his bellowing voice.
He sighed and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin with his one hand.
We jes cant sit here.
Hes right, Red XIII added.
We have to do something.
Tifa sighed heavily, leaning forward on the
table, her head cradled in her hands. We cant do *&#$.
We can find it.
She didnt want to raise her head to look
at him; she didnt want to see him standing there near the window watching
the rain like he was somehow looking right through it. She didnt want
to look into his deep blue eyes and be unable to find him. She didnt
want to look at a perfect mannequin of her love and be reminded of how much
she lost, of how much she was losing right now with every glance she stole
at him.
She looked anyway.
Find what? Red asked quizzically,
his tail twitching with renewed interest. He didnt seem to care that
Clouds eyes were always staring blankly through a person as he talked,
or, if Red did care, he didnt show it.
Cloud didnt shrug, didnt sigh,
didnt move his feet from the spot he was standing. He didnt even
shift his weight from one foot to the other. He was like a statue forever
molded to the spot, unperturbed and indifferent. We have to find it.
Jes look here, Barret growled.
We cant find anything if we dont know what it is were
looking fer.
Cloud blinked and looked to the larger man.
Youll know it when you see it, he declared.
Barret snorted. Well know it when
we see it, he mocked. Ya know, Ive had just about enough
of yo crap. First, ya jes leave Cid lying there like he was a pile
of dirt an then yall like youll know it when you
see it. Damn. Whats with ya anyway? Ya aint da man ya used
to be.
Cloud didnt respond for awhile as though
he was trying to muddle through what Barret had just said. Confusion flickered
across his features for less than a second before it was gone behind that
indifferent mask. I have a job to do, he said finally. You
can help me do it, or I can kill you. Am I making myself clear?
You wouldnt do that, Tifa
interjected, her voice tight with anger. Stop it with your shallow
threats.
Cloud raised an eyebrow dubiously, his mask
falling to show the one emotion he seemed capable of having: anger. Are
you sure I wouldnt do something like that? I have a job to do,
he reiterated slowly as though he was mocking their intelligence. If
you get in the way, Im going to have to be done with you, and if that
means killing you, then so be it. Ill have no regrets.
Cloud wouldnt do that, she
defended. He wouldnt kill his friends just because they tried
to stop him from doing something.
Well, Id say that this was a little
different, he snapped, ending the conversation. We have to find
it. You know your options.
Tifa rose from the table, her face tight with
her anger. What had the Planet done to him? Why did it always have to be
like this? Just when she had had him back, he was snatched away. It was as
if there was nothing left in the world for them to have together; so why
did they have to be together? Let them find someone else. So, was this a
wake-up call or just another one of the cruel practical jokes the Planet
loved to play?
She walked quickly from the room, walking through
the empty corridors of the Highwind with no particular destination
in mind. She just needed to be alone right now. She couldnt stand spending
one more minute with Clouds icy imposter. She couldnt stand one
more trite question of are you alright from Barret. She
couldnt stare at the empty seat that Cid slept in during all the group
meetings or the lonely chair that begged for Vincents weary shadow
to darkened it once more. She needed to get away from all the reminders of
everything. How blessed it would be if she could not worry about anything,
think about nothing. Thinking hurt too much. Worrying was worthless.
What price she wouldnt pay for a long
night sleep, a deep slumber with no cursing dreams to haunt her mind. Something
that would let her wake up in the morning with thoughts of a new day rather
than of yesterdays strife. Something that would let her, for one tiny
moment, let her forget all the troubles in her world and just let her be
alone.
Tifa collapsed against the bulkhead of the
Highwind and buried her face in her hands. She slid down to the deck,
sobbing in desperation. Who was she kidding?
She hated being alone.
Warm light flickered through the small kitchen,
frighten the shadows to only the darkest corners of the room. The crackle
of the fire seemed to chase away the distant rumbles of thunder permeating
through the air, creating a small shelter from the torrents of wind and rain
outside of the house. Though the room was filled with the warmth of the fire
and the soothing glow of hot embers within it, she could hardly feel the
pleasant radiance blanketing her cool skin in its friendly hands. All she
could really feel was a pit of emptiness growing within her soul with every
minute the clocks hands ticked by.
Shera wrapped her hands around a delicate tea
cup, watching the steam rise in tiny tendrils from the liquids glossy
surface. The scented steam tickled her nostrils with the cordial aroma of
cinnamon, but she could not feel comforted by its therapeutic presence. Not
this night, nor the night before. She doubted she would ever feel truly content
until he was knocking on her door, or simply barging in the room in his normal
brash idiom. She had felt this way for days, a simple gnawing feeling curdling
her innards whenever she thought of him. Ever since she received his letter.
That damn letter.
It had been folded three times around a dark
piece of crystalline stone. She had thought it was over, had ended with
Sephiroth. But they were still locked in this war with those who wanted the
power to control. The black shining surface of this implacable materia seemed
to mock all those who fought the war as though it knew what was coming to
the people of the Planet. How she wanted to take one of her numerous tools
and just shatter that smiling plane. But she couldnt; it was needed.
If only they knew what they were getting into.
He seemed to know what was happening. She could
tell that much by what he told her
and what he didnt. The materia
he had sent her didnt seem half as bad as what he had actually wrote
her. And, though she had read the letter over and over, muddling through
sloppy calligraphy, she found herself wishing she had never seen the wrinkled
piece of paper or the horrible penmanship. She didnt want to believe
what it said.
She snorted. Lies were so much easier to believe.
Or she could just read it as it was written, nothing between the lines. She
knew him too well to do that. What he had written was a sure indication of
something else. He had apologized to her.
He wasnt coming back.
Already, as soon as that thought hit her mind,
she felt the hot tears brimming in her eyes, ready to spill forth at any
moment. They had before this night; the ink was bleeding through the paper
in too many places from her tears. Each time she read it, she felt as though
the ink would smear into illegibility from her crying. She wasnt a
crier. She was strong, strong for him and strong for herself. But without
him, she was incomplete. Half her strength died with him. She couldnt
be strong.
She wished she was wrong, but his words
didnt lie. He didnt think he was coming back. She could hear
his hesitant sigh that was indicative of any time he had something important
to say but had no wish to actually say it. She could see the thoughtful
uncertain look in his eyes he always had when something was bothering
him to an extent deeper than he cared to show. She could hear the words that
slowly sprang forth from him, his mouth finally obeying his heart in what
he meant to say. Something he had never said to her, but she could hear in
the wind if she listened hard enough. The same words he had written down
with a pensive sentence. Im sorry for everything Ive ever
done to you and all the things I havent. Her eyes landed on the
scrawled letters. Im sorry.
Im sorry.
Im sorry.
He had never said those words to her, muttered
under his breath or shouted at the top of his lungs, but, somehow, though
it was innocently written there, she knew it was true. Maybe that was why
she had stayed with him all the years which had gone by. She knew he didnt
mean anything by the shouting and the yelling and the angry words. It was
what hadnt been said between them that mattered.
And here they were, separated by hundreds of
miles, but somehow closer because of two words. Im sorry.
They were finally together, and now he wasnt
coming back. Shera fought the tears again. Ironic cruelty seemed to be the
story of their relationship, starting with that dreaded Tank No. 8 on the
rocket. She hoped he was wrong. She needed him back here at their old house
in Rocket Town, in their un-mowed lawn in the back, knee deep in weeds as
they stared up at the glossy night sky, slowly counting all the stars they
could see. She wished he would knock on that door and let himself back into
her kitchen.
She wiped the tears from her eyes as she admonished
herself for indulging in childish wishes and blatant lies. He wasnt
coming back. She might as well finish her cup of tea and go to bed while
she still had some semblance of peace of mind. If not, she would be up all
night with her grief. Why did he have to do this to her?
Her gaze snapped to the door.
And a quiet tapping was barely audible over
the rain.
Yuffie Kisargi waited impatiently, tapping
her foot on the cement walkway in front of the house. She was crowded underneath
the protective overhang of the roof, shrinking back around from the pouring
rain even though she was already soaked. She didnt like being wet.
It was too
wet. It ruined her hair. She knocked again.
The door slid open from underneath her poised
knuckles, revealing a young woman hugging a white terrycloth robe tightly
about her figure. Disappointment flashed across a sallow and pale face. Her
eyes were red and puffy, obviously from crying too hard and too long over
something that couldnt be changed, and circled with the dark shadows
of insomnia. Yuffie inwardly cringed.
Did I come at a bad time? she asked,
shrugging as a cold drop of rain slid from her drenched hair down her back.
Shera sighed, rubbing her forehead with one
hand. That depends on what you want, she declared, no trace of
scorn or bite in her words.
Yuffie smiled smally. This was not a good time
for her to be here. Ill come back later. She turned and
prepared to steel herself against the pounding rain.
Shera watched as the young girl made ready
to run through the muddy streets back to wherever it was from which she came.
And then she was reminded of the letter once more. The description fit. She
took a stab in the dark.
Wait, Shera said, halting the girl
with a mere restraining hand upon her shoulder. I have what youre
looking for.
Yuffie turned around slowly, her small smile
of sympathy turning into a huge grin of ecstasy. Could it be that this Shera,
whom the old pilot had spoken of so fondly, was more helpful than all of
the crazy coots in this entire town? Yuffie had a feeling that she was going
to like Shera. Short and to the point. Two character qualities Yuffie admired
most.
You just said the magic words, Ms.
Shera, Yuffie declared, sitting through the doorway as the other woman
beckoned her through it. Maybe the rain wasnt as foreboding as she
thought it to be. Things were looking very bright indeed.
I hate rain, Elena whined, stomping
her foot indignantly in the muddle of mud in which she was standing. The
brown water splashed upward, drenching the bottom of her slacks and splattering
over Rudes. The bald Turk glared at her over the top of his glasses.
I told you once, and Ill tell you
again, Reno growled as he stepped over the puddle. Stop whining,
Elena. He opened an umbrella up and stepped out into the rain, the
large arching shield preventing the immense drops from hitting him. He stopped
when no one followed him. He turned, slightly peeved at the inaction of his
comrades. Are you coming or what?
Rude and Elena exchanged a quick glance. Elena
crossed her arms resolutely under her breasts, a grim look on her face.
You aint gonna drag me out to see some redneck scientist,
Reno, she declared, her voice cold enough to freeze the rain.
Ive had just about enough of this crap.
Reno seemed unfazed by the bite in her voice,
turning his gaze calmly to Rude. Rude said nothing, not even a flicker of
emotion passing over his stone face to betray his thoughts. Reno turned sharply,
continuing on to the house that stood tall and proud against the bleak background
of dark and dreary rain clouds. He opened the gate surrounding the unattended
lawn and sauntered up the cement walkway with finesse and clear-showing
confidence, the signature of a well-versed Turk.
He knocked softly on the door and heard a muffled
reply from inside the house. He took the time to fold up the umbrella now
that he was under the relative safety of the overhang of the roof. After
waiting calmly for about two minutes, the door opened to reveal a face he
had not had the pleasure of gazing upon in two months. He smiled in greeting.
Shera frowned as she looked over the features
of the red-haired man on her doorstep. Oh, its you. Not
interested, she said simply, slamming the door in his face.
Elena sniggered from behind him, making her
laughter easily audible to Renos ears. He silenced her with a withering
glare before knocking again. The door opened.
Look here, Reno, she growled.
Ive had enough of Shinras dirty tricks and lies. No more
Turks, no more executives, and no more silly programs to waste the
tax-payers money on. Go away. She made a move to close the door
once more, but he stopped it with his hands.
Ms. Shera, Im afraid the situation
is a little more severe than that, he stated before she could spit
him on a barrage of harsh words. Can I come in?
She stared at him, disbelieving. This
is about that, isnt it? she asked, her face suddenly pale. What
had she done?
His brow furrowed in curiosity. If
youre talking about the Black Materia, Im afraid it is.
How could she possibly know what he wanted before he even asked? She was
definitely hiding something.
She frowned. I dont have it anymore.
I gave it to someone. A friend.
Reno silently cursed, breaking his gaze.
Who? he asked, shifting his position slightly so that he could
look out at the pouring rain.
I dont have to tell you
anything, she said stubbornly. Shinra isnt worth it.
You arent worth it.
Her words stung, but he didnt let his
impassive mask fall from his features. I dont need to justify
the actions of the company to anyone much less you, he retorted, calm
severity in his tone. But if it would give you some sort of peace of
mind, Im not chasing this thing around the world because Shinra wants
to dip its greedy fingers into the pool of power. Its under new management
now. Im doing this to stop the world from literally destroying itself
because some crack pot scientist tried to reach the Promised Land. I dont
know what the Promised Land is, and you can be sure that I dont give
a damn if Im going to end up there or hell or wherever. But I do know
that I plan to be on the god-forsaken planet for as long as humanly possible.
I cant do that if the Planet ends up as a lifeless slab of rock. I
need to get the Black Materia, so I can do that. If it ends up in the wrong
hands, you can kiss this little cottage goodbye.
Shera looked unimpressed. Thats
very touching, Reno, but I think that the Shinras hands are the wrong
ones. What have they done in the past twenty years to alleviate the local
populace out of their little holes of self-pity and other blatantly worthless
emotions? Nothing. If anything, they helped to dig the holes just a little
deeper and make the climb back up just a little more slick and slippery.
By the time the end of the world rolls around, be it today or five hundred
years from now, were all going to be six feet under anyway, so what
does it matter? I gave it to the right people, and thats all I need
to know for a good nights rest.
Reno pursed his lips, a frown in his eyes.
If only she could understand, if only there was some way to make her see.
She was too damn stubborn; she had always been that way. There was nothing
in the world that could change her will. My way works best for
me. It was times like these that just made him want to slap some
sense into her head. But physical force would only deepen her resolve. If
not with blows, then with words.
He sighed. Suit yourself then, Ms.
Shera, he declared, as though he was finally accepting defeat. She
saw straight through that ploy. Turks were not known for merely walking away.
Of course, you shouldnt expect your gallant knight-errant on
his tiny, trusty bronco to be home ever again. He gave her a small,
sad smile. The wrong hands, Ms. Shera.
He opened the umbrella again and stepped out
into the rain. He had gotten the last say whether or not she yielded to his
ominous premonition. His reputation as a Turk could not possibly be slandered.
Having the last word was always important.
Reno, wait! Shera called, her voice
breaking with indecision. Had giving the materia to Yuffie Kisargi been such
a good idea? Cid had often talked about her being a greedy girl, willing
to lie, cheat, and steal to gain any piece of materia for her hometown of
Wutai. Certainly, she was what he had talked about being the wrong hands.
She was clearly power hungry. Shinras new management
Reeve
wasnt about to destroy the world with a piece of materia, was he? He
was intent on righting the wrongs of the former Shinra presidents. What had
she done?
I need a name, Ms. Shera, Reno
said without turning to look back at her. Playing right into his hands.
She glanced about with renewed uncertainty.
She should have given it to Cloud or someone from the team who was more reliable.
If Reno could get it to Reeve, then there would be no more problems. Surely,
Reeve was a reliable part of the old team. He had never truly let them down
before this. He was a responsible Shinra executive. He could handle this.
I need a name, Reno reiterated
as though she hadnt heard him the first time. Give me the name,
and I can make sure that this materia is returned to a place where no one
can ever get at it again.
Now or never.
Yuffie Kisargi, Shera blurted,
feeling as though a heavy weight had been lifted off her shoulders, but an
even heavier one had been placed on her heart.
Destination? he asked expectantly.
Shera looked down from the back of the Turks
head. Wutai, she whispered, her voice cracking.
Only then did he turn back to her once, gratitude
clear in his eyes. Thank you, Ms. Shera. He turned back to the
rain and started to walk out of the town, leaving the other Turks scrambling
through the rain to catch up.
Shera closed the door, tears burning her eyes.
She had just betrayed her friends in a selfish hope that her actions would
bring Cid home to her. She felt like she was less than the muddy water filling
the slimy holes in the dirt roads of Rocket Town. She slid down the door,
sobbing softly as she shrunk to the floor.
You did the right thing.
Her teary gaze met with a pair of softly glowing
green eyes hidden deeply within the shadows of a velvety black cloak. His
voice was coldly soothing as though he could feel the weight suffocating
her heart, as though this stranger knew what it was like to have broken a
promise by betraying a friend.
But his cold consolation could not help her
feel better now. If he knew how she felt, he would respect that. Thunder
growled in the distance, breaking the silence between them. The monotonous
rainfall continued.
It searched.
Blindly, coldly, with one purpose in its blackened
mind.
To find it.
To have it.
To complete the circle.
To have the power.
Where its master failed, it would prevail.
Prevail or be killed. Kill or be killed. Destroy or be killed.
It would destroy. It would obliterate. It would
consume the entire populace of the blackened world one by one if need be.
It would complete its task. It would do so for its master. It wasnt
ready to killed. Not yet.
Not before it had revenge.
And it would have its sweet revenge.
It could taste the blood already, the crimson
rivers of sticky liquid flowing from open wounds.
It could smell the death already, the acrid
stench of mauled corpses and burned flesh hanging from pearly bones.
It would have revenge. It would taste it and
smell it and drink it deeply as though the death was its lifes blood.
It had the power to destroy the people, so
it could get the power to destroy the world.
The Planet would feel its vengeance. The Planet
would do could do nothing to prevent the destruction. The Planet
was doomed as long as it was alive. The people were predestined to die, swiftly
and by its jaws fire.
There was nothing anyone could do to stop it.
It had the power of anger.
Of hate.
Of fear.
They were all on its side.
They would all reap from its plunder and pillage.
The Planet could not fight the fear and oppression
even with the pathetic Lifestream.
The Planet would die.
It laughed, an unnatural, guttural sound from
deep within its throat.
And it searched.
Its looking, Cloud declared
suddenly, turning his gaze from the rain-stricken window of the
Highwind. Tifa fought the urge to look his way, and Barret snorted
indignantly, crossing his massive arms over his chest.
Whats lookin fer what?
he growled. The bathroom? He shook his head. Quit using
them damn pronouns and tell us somethin straight fer once. Without
yo riddles. Barret looked expectantly to Cloud. The blond-haired man
didnt answer. Damn it, Cloud! This is startin ta piss me
off! Now, I was willin ta leave the Turk in the City of the Ancients,
and I was willin ta go on and leave the pilot, but I aint
willin ta go off followin ya around half-cocked. So, either ya
tell us whats goin on without all yo mumble-jumble crap or else
I aint comin.
Cloud shrugged indifferently. Then
dont come. I dont need your help. Through some sad, twisted set
of morals you follow, you have chosen to come along and help me save
the world. In this game, there are no people to save. This isnt
for the people; the people can rot in hell. Im doing this to save the
Planet, and I dont need your help. Id just as soon kill you than
ask for your help. It doesnt matter to me, just like the people of
this world dont matter to me.
Thats cold, Tifa declared,
her tone harsh with disapproval. How can you be so indifferent to the
people? To your friends? After all weve done for you?
What have you done? he snapped.
Friends are too much trouble. Friends dont help you; they hold
you back, asking for help, asking for money, taking and never giving. Whoever
made the word friend was an idealist set on having people like
and worship each other. The day I have friends will be the day the world
stands still.
Tifa felt her anger replacing the bitter hurt
his words inflicted on her. So thats what we are to you, huh?
Nothing. Well, let me tell you something. Were not following you around
because of our twisted morals. Were not following you around because
we think you need help. Were following you because we care, and whether
you like it or not, Cloud Strife has friends!
Clouds eyes narrowed with anger. And
what will friendship get me but another death weighing down on my shoulders
because I was too weak to stop it.
Tifa opened her mouth to reply but found she
had nothing to say. That had sounded too much like Clouds reasoning,
too much like his old cynicism and bitterness. I never had the strength
to save you. Oh, God
was this really Cloud? Was this the man she
had loved, had spent five years of her life wishing for? Had it all come
down to this?
She turned away from him. He wasnt just
the shadow of the man she had once known. He couldnt just be another
broken man once more. They had come passed that point. They had learned so
much from when he had been captured. He had accepted himself for the first
time in his life. He said he loved her.
He couldnt be lying.
He wouldnt have lied.
It had never been a question before these events.
She had given him love and affection. She had given him her soul. But even
her soul could not keep him with her, could not keep them together. When
would she ever learn? She always made the same wrong turns, the same stupid
mistakes. Did he love her?
Cloud
Her voice trailed off,
and he turned away from her.
Was he a liar? Was this what he wanted?
Wasnt there something they could salvage between them? He loved her
once. Once.
An uncomfortable silence fell over the room,
only an occasional growl of thunder or the frightening flash and crack of
lightning signifying the pass of time. No one spoke. No one dared to break
the silence that seemed as though it was sacred. There was little time spent
pondering the silence when you were fighting for lives.
Barret cleared his throat. Where are
we headin? he asked, trying to make it seem as though the last
biting comments between Cloud and Tifa had never been muttered.
Cloud turned to the window, his gaze seemingly
sightless as he looked out beyond the churning rage of the heavens. To
Wutai, he declared, his voice a soft accompaniment to the pounding
rain. We can find it there.
Yuffie held the Oritsuru over her head as she
ran through the muddy streets of Wutai to her house, eager to get away from
the relentless rain and storms. She ducked through the door, tossing the
Oritsuru to the corner of the room underneath the place on the wall where
her prized Conformer hung suspended on its pegs.
Clutched in her other hand was a small satchel,
a ratty old bag filled with the most wondrous treasure in the whole world.
Materia. Enough materia to make herself an invincible machine. Enough materia
to take out her revenge on the people who had broken her town, the ones who
had broken Wutais spirit.
Sure it wasnt her materia, but that
didnt matter. The materias former owners didnt have any
uses for it anymore. Cid had said so himself. Cloud was all wonky again.
What use would he have for it? It was hers now. Especially the shining black
orb of power with which she had just been reacquainted. That would be the
kick behind her threats. The people of Wutai would be reborn with the spirit
of the Black Materia. Shinra would go down, and Wutai would rise to power.
It was all so simple.
Her father would be pleased.
Were gonna be rich and powerful
again, she declared to the dark, empty house. Wutai will rise
again out of the ashes of the old.
Ashes
A light flared to life
in her house, chasing all the shadows from the corner as each and every lamp
was lit. Only one shadow remained, and that shadow was the most malevolent
of them all.
Yuffie took an involuntary step back, her eyes
widening in surprise. She had not been expecting this. This was not what
she had had intended when she meant ashes. A fervent wish flitted across
her mind for the lights to go out again and leave the black shadow in its
darkness.
Before her, menacing red eyes glared out from
beneath the majestic crest covering the head of a decidedly evil creature,
its black body as dark as coal. Its teeth were bared, gleaming long and sharp
in the light. It stretched wings absentmindedly, tapping wicked talons on
the wooden planks that made the floor of her house.
Ashes will be made of the old,
it whispered, a voice that sounded too much like grating gravel. But
nothing new will come of it. Nothing will rise from the ashes of the dead.
There will be no more after this.
The dragon rose up on its hunches, extending
its wings to each wall of the house. Give me my property, it
growled, and I will give you a quick and easy death. No lingering pain.
Just nothing.
Yuffie clenched her fists at her sides. The
materia was hers, and if some overgrown lizard was going to tell her otherwise,
it was sadly mistaken. Your property? she asked dubiously.
Its mine!
The dragon roared in anger, seemingly growing
larger as it tore the roof from her house and threw it for the wind to catch.
It collided with another house as the rain and wind whipped it about. The
cries from inside the collapsing structure could not be heard over the dragon.
Yuffie swallowed hard, a sudden realization
making her go cold. The dragon was getting bigger, feeding off of
the darkness of the clouds, expanding off her fears and anger. This wasnt
going to be as easy as she thought. Forgetting the first rule of combat her
father had taught her, she turned her back on the creature and ran for her
life.
Where do you go in such a hurry, little
one? the dragon demanded, bringing its forearms down onto the ground
with a loud crash. The earth shook in response, shattering windows in their
panes and ripping the muddy ground. Yuffie fell forward, losing her footing
on the slick surface and falling into the puddles. Her face was propelled
into the mud, and she got a mouthful of the vile ooze. She spit it out angrily,
standing and facing the dragon.
Lightning flashed, followed shortly by a growl
of thunder. She was not intimidated, her anger seething from her as her weapon.
She reached into the small, soaked satchel, pulling a perfectly crimson orb
of materia from its depths. It twinkled of its own accord, untouched by the
raging rain that was soaking the earth. Yuffie allowed herself a small smile.
Tidal Wave! she shouted, her voice
rising over the roar of the storm. Blinding light flashed around her as she
flickered from existence. Water seemed to collect from the very air itself,
gathering up the pouring rain into one large sphere of crystalline ice. It
shattered into a thousand pieces, shards of it melting before they hit the
ground, to reveal a long, wiry serpent seemingly made from the ocean itself.
It hissed as water droplets fell from its sleek
body, sizing up the dark dragon before it. After a few minutes of total
indifference, Leviathan struck, roaring a serpentine curse at the black lizard.
Water formed behind it, a gigantic typhoon of immeasurable strength wrought
from the power of the oceans.
The wave crashed into the dragon, hundreds
of thousands of gallons of biting seawater washing over its shimmering black
scales. It would have been enough to take the strongest foe down. It demolished
Wutai.
And the dragon laughed.
Rain fell upon the creature of darkness as
it hissed an ugly chuckle. Making my job easier, it whispered.
The clouds churned, crackling with power.
Leviathan reared back in fear and anger and
was disintegrated. Plumes of lightening more powerful than the strongest
materia could summon struck the serpent over and over, picking the being
apart with the crack of electricity. There was no smell of charred flesh
nor that of death. Leviathan was not alive; it had no flesh to burn, no life
to be taken. But it could be destroyed.
And it was.
Yuffie screamed as she was torn back to the
rain soaked earth, the materia in her hands shattering. Bits of the crystal
sunk deep into her flesh, pain flowing red with her blood. She looked up
at the dragon, wide-eyed with panic.
If lizards could smile, the dragon was grinning
like a child with bubble gum. Its red eyes blazed with a fatal beauty as
it stared deeply into Yuffies horrified face. Will you give me
my property, little one? Or do you want to feel the real meaning of pain
as I eat you alive?
Yuffies chin quivered as tears of fright
filled her eyes. Something that could destroy a summon. Something that could
call upon the strongest power of the heavens. Something that would break
her as easily as if she were made of porcelain. She held the bag out to the
dragon, hot tears burning streaks down her cheeks.
Take it, she whispered. Leave
me alone.
The dragon snatched the satchel from her hands
with one clawed limb, sharp talons tearing through it like scissors through
paper. Multi-colored gems of power fell from the bag, falling into the muddy
puddles and disappearing into their murky deep. These were of no interest
to the dragon. Its eye was for one thing only.
The Black Materia.
The Black Death.
It was the last to fall from the tear in the
satchel, the last to emerge like liquid shadow dripping from the light. It
caught the light of a burst of lightning, reflecting it beautifully in its
unmarred surface, a smooth and shining orb that knew nothing of flaws. The
dragon snatched its beauty from the air, enclosing one sharply taloned hand
around it. Fiery eyes sought Yuffies gray.
Why, thank you, little one, it
said gravelly, a wicked gleam glinting within its gaze. Now, you can
die.
With reflexes faster than a cats, its
other hand whipped around to knock into her. Claws raked her flesh, leaving
a trail of fire in their wake, as she was thrown back into the remnants of
her neighbors house. She hit the concrete wall with a bone-crunching
thud and lay still. Rain ran unheeded into her staring eyes.
The dragon cocked its head, its gaze flickering
across the soaking debris, staring through the salty haze that had settled
over the town with Leviathans destruction. It was searching once more.
And what it found, it didnt like.
Walking steadily into the town on the main
road, one man entered, coldly, calmly surveying the damage it had sustained.
Indifferent to the loss of life, the man hefted a large broadsword, bringing
it about to hold in both of his hands.
The Destroyer.
The dragon growled its displeasure.
You cannot take the power from me,
it hissed, snapping its jaws together on its last word as though to offer
a silent threat.
Clouds indifferent mask didnt slip;
he felt no fear or anger in response to the dragons words. I
would only seek to reunite you with your master, he declared, his tone
as hard as granite. Surely you would find that acceptably within your
range of actions.
Fool! it cried, anger seeping through
its entire demeanor. This little man could not scratch it, much less reunite
it with the dead master. To even suggest such a thing was insulting. We
shall see, Destroyer. We shall see.
Almost before the dragon had completed its
sentence, it brought its jaws down to the man in an effort to take off the
Destroyers head.
Its teeth met cold steel.
The Ultima Weapon hummed with power as it held
back the lithe jaws of the dragon. Cloud did not strain to hold the jagged
teeth back, did not flinch against the sulfurous breath emanating from its
open mouth, did not seem to care that he was inches away from a razor death
that would cut him to shreds.
He twisted the Ultima Weapon in his grip, and,
for a startling moment that would terrorize any man, the teeth came hurtling
straight for him. The Ultima Weapon shifted again as he took a step back
and cut deep into the back of the dragons throat. It reared back from
the sharp pain, roaring in an almost tangible anger, black ichor leaking
from its mouth.
You will pay for that, Destroyer,
it declared, cursing him in an unintelligible tongue. Dearly.
The next few minutes was a flurry of movement,
marked only with the ring of the Ultima Weapon as it collided with the hard
bone of the dragons claws. No one gained an upper hand; they both fought
to keep a lengthy distance from the sharp edges of the weapons. There was
nothing besides the strain of the fighting. No curses, no taunts or jeers
thrown at the face of the opponent. There was only the cold ring of metal,
the heavy labor of breathing, the grunts of the strenuous work.
No distractions.
Just him and his opponent.
The way he liked it.
It didnt last forever.
Cloud!
A part of him moved with the call, breaking
free from the cold prison of the Destroyer. A part of Cloud emerged.
Cloud turned to look at the source of the scream,
and, for a brief moment in time that seemed to last forever, his eyes locked
with hers. That was his mistake, for then came the pain, the jarring impact
as the talons of the dragon scraped against his ribs, the gasping rush as
the air left his lungs, the heat of his own blood as it left his body.
Tifa climbed over the debris, running forward.
Cloud! she screamed in terror, watching as he stumbled, the Ultima
Weapon falling from his numbed hands. Her breath caught in her throat as
he doubled over in pain, crimson rivers flowing from the large gashes on
the side of his chest. He clutched at the wound as if to stop the immeasurable
amount of his life from leaving his body. He fell to his knees.
Tifa
he muttered, his voice
a mere harsh whisper. He had no breath to say more, no thought to speak,
something coming to his confused mind. The lock the Destroyer had pressed
on his soul lifted, the murky cloud shrouding over his mind fading for an
instant. Where was he? He couldnt recall being there, couldnt
recall what it was he was doing there. All he knew was that she was there
with him. That was all he needed to know.
He collapsed, his arms still wrapped tightly
about his body.
No! Tifa shouted, her voice tight
with denial and anger. This couldnt be happening, not when they had
finally ended all the madness, not when they had finally had a glimpse of
the life they were about to embark on, not now
never now.
She pressed her hands tightly together, her
face a stone mask of her emotions. Compressing her lips in a thin line, she
summoned the power of her anger and the power of her materia. Green light
flared to life around her.
Ultima!
A detonation of green power exploded around
her, encompassing the entire vicinity, leveling all of the town that remained
standing. The heat seared in the air, evaporating the rain before it had
a chance to hit the ground, obliterating everything into ashes and charred
remains. It was the incarnation of her anger, of all the rage that had built
up throughout the plight and pain she had gone through with him. It was all
the fear and hurt of living a life without him.
It wasnt enough to scratch the dragon.
The creature of darkness turned its bloody
gaze on her, snorting its distaste at her feeble attempts to destroy it.
The rain, so recently gone for a small respite, returned with a vengeance
similar to that of the dragons. Murder in red eyes, it snapped its
jaws hungrily.
Foolish human, it growled. You
cannot defeat the dark with anger. It chuckled weakly. I
am anger.
Its tail crashed down to the ground to mark
its words, shaking the land with the fury of a maelstrom. Muddy water splashed
up around the massive whip as it was flicked once again. Tifa staggered as
the earth shook beneath her feet.
There was no time for anything but fear.
The tail came crashing into her with the speed
of a gold chocobo, knocking the wind from her lungs and sending her head
over heels. She fell back into the mud, cracking her head painfully on the
ground as she slid through the muck. Her body came to a halt, an aching pain
settling in her bones where she had been hit with the dragons tail.
Water sprayed into her face from the rain as she lay prone on the saturated
ground among the scorched remains of someones house. It was as this
she laid there, gasping for breath, dazed and confused, waiting for the end
to come claim her so that, for once, she could be with Cloud for all eternity.
It was as this she lingered in the world of the living, wishing for a quick
end to her body so that she might be with him as a soul.
The rain stopped.
The thunder died.
Cloud Strife, blood leaking down his side to
pool at his feet, slowly pushed himself to a standing position, reclaimed
sword in hand. He could no longer feel the pain of his wounds, nor could
he heed the warnings inside his head. There was one thing alive in his body,
one thing pushing him far beyond his limits. It was the same one thing that
had kept him moving throughout his life. The one thing that fueled his actions.
The one thing he would always have to hold dear, even when there was nothing
to use it against.
Vengeance.
The hilt of the Ultima Weapon was slick with
rain and blood, slippery but not unsure in his grip. His face was grim with
his anger. Sephiroth would pay once more for all the hell that hed
been through. Sephiroth would pay once more for all the pain he had felt.
Sephiroth would always pay for what had been taken. Sephiroth would die with
this creature as he himself had died just a little more with every piece
of his battered soul that had been destroyed.
It was time to give a little bit back.
With a wordless cry of anger and rage, Cloud
raised the Ultima Weapon high above his head, the blade glinting evilly of
its own accord. The sky churned back and ugly, creating a vortex of blue
as the clouds slowly spun away from the center above him. Sunlight streamed
down to meet him, proud and majestic, disintegrating the shadows around him.
Proud Cloud
never knew when to quit
Shimmering light exploded around him, a raging
inferno of fire and heat, borne of the pureness of Holy and the taint of
Black, a force that was symbolic of how he felt. Torn between light and dark,
between the heat of his hatred and the cold of his vengeance. It was his
purpose to destroy like this
it was what he was supposed to do.
White light filled his vision, blinded his
eyes.
He closed them.
And then red filled his vision; his eyesight
bled crimson with his rage.
The world melted.
The fire died.
The rage ended.
The light was brilliant, and the heat wave
fierce, and then the violent explosion snapped out of existence. Everything
that had been in its path was charred, burned, ruined. The fires of hell
in their rage had sundered the land, counteracted with the good of the Planet.
And everything had been destroyed.
Tifa slowly took a breath. The air was charged
with power, seemingly crackling, hot and humid. It hurt to unclamp her lungs
and inhale, and the air tasted of death and blood as she did. She lowered
her arm that had protected her eyes from the brightness and slowly opened
them, her heart still thundering, the echo of the magnificent explosion still
reverberating through her skull. As the light faded from her wracking eyes,
she was able to see again.
She blinked the tears away from her eyes in
a vain hope that she was imagining what was surrounding her, that what her
mind had refused to accept before was still only a sad figment of her worst
dreams.
Wutai lay in ruins, a few walls of the sturdiest
buildings remaining upright among the debris. Most were on the ground in
heaps of charred masonry and wood. Everything was smoldering, decimated.
The dragon was nothing more than a collection of ashes on the ground. The
world was dead and gray.
Cloud was the only thing left standing.
The red left his vision, fading away to a dull
black that was the entire world around him. It was as though he was locked
forever in a vast nothing with no more fears nor anger nor foolish pride
to haunt him in the night. It was as though his mind was far too tired to
even think much less comprehend the tangled knot of emotions filling his
heart and spirit. He had done it again. He had killed again. And for what?
For the Planet. What a joke.
He fell to his knees, wishing that something
could come fill the empty spaces occupying his heart and soul. There was
no longer even vengeance to soothe his painful wounds. The lack of even the
satisfaction of his vengeance was only salt within them, burning like alcohol,
mocking his hurt. All he had was cold. There was nothing left to make him
warm, no fire in his spirit, nothing left but icy ashes blown away in a gust
of the wind.
And the cracks. How many, many cracks had been
formed with this terrible turning of events? How many people had he hurt
and killed and lost because he was too weak to save them? How many friends
cheated out of a happiness they were sure to have owned for the rest of their
lives?
He had no right to happiness even if he could
find one scrap of it left in his shredded life. All the hell he had put his
friends through, all the pain they had to muddle through just so he could
be amused. He had no right to happiness; he had no right to life. To think
this had happened to all of them because they had sat down and put up with
his crap day after day. How they would sit on their asses and nod at the
stupid things he said. How they would lean back and watch him as he followed
through on another one of his silly quests to regain some part of his conscience.
He had no conscience. Whatever peace of mind he had had died on that day,
five years ago. And here they all had been, sitting on the crossroads of
the past and the future, and putting up with his crap.
What a joke. What a stupid, stupid joke the
Planet had pulled on them all. He wasnt laughing. No one was laughing.
You couldnt laugh when you were dead. You couldnt give a cry
of mirth when there wasnt enough breath left in your lungs to sustain
the worms chewing through them. The Ancients were sadistic comedians, and
all the Planet was their stage. They were all puppets. And he the worst of
all.
Because he was destined to cut the others
strings.
Take me, he uttered, his voice
cracking from disuse. Oh, God, take me. Kill me now.
There was no answer.
The only thing left standing.
It always seemed to be like this. The Planet
would be reduced to nothing, to lifeless rock. All the world could shred
itself, and he would always be alone in surviving. Not this time. Not now.
The pact had been set.
He was the only thing left standing.
And then he, too, fell to his knees.
Cloud, Tifa whispered through barely
parted lips. She scrambled to her feet, ignoring the shouts of the rest of
the team who called to her and Cloud to return to the ship, who called for
them to leave this ruin. She nearly stumbled from the dizziness, but forced
herself on, bounding over fallen debris and wreckage. Cloud!
He dropped the Ultima Weapon, the huge sword
falling from his weak fingers into the dirt, scraping along in it. Cloud
doubled over weakly, and he collapsed onto the ground, which was incredibly
dry and arid, cracks running through it. All the moisture had been boiled
away with his rage. All the raining anger of the heavens had disappeared,
apparently forgotten.
Cloud, Tifa said, skidding to her
knees beside him. Looking his battered body over, she saw the wounds that
beast had inflicted upon him, a large gash in his side gushing blood sticky
with dirt. She pressed her hands over the flow as if that had the power to
stop it. Cloud, she said again, breathing hard. His eyes were
closed, his face one of agony, his breath faint and raspy. Cloud, open
your eyes and look at me.
Blue eyes, unfocussed with hurt and exhaustion,
creaked open and trained on her form as she leaned over him. Tifa?
he whispered.
She took his hand. Im here,
Cloud, she promised, squeezing his fingers. Im with you.
Tifa
he said softly. I
can feel myself dying
No, she said strongly, surprised
and angry at his words, angry more at herself because, deep down, she knew
he was right. No, Cloud. Unwilling to admit it. No.
Denial. Well get the Restore Mater-
He closed his eyes again.
its
too late, he declared softly. You
you
cant heal
this
cant
He licked his lips,
his breathing labored. And Tifa understood. Her eyes filled with tears. Curing
his flesh wounds wouldnt help. His soul was shattered, broken into
too many little pieces to repair. He was going to die. He didnt want
to live. He had nothing left.
The tears slid from her eyes as she held his
broken body in her arms. He couldnt mean that. He had to think that
she was worth something, that her love that their love was
something that was worth living for, fighting for
dying for.
No, she whispered, her voice shaking. No. You cant
die, Cloud.
His lips tugged into the weakest of smiles.
even you
cant stop
His voice faded.
Tifas lower lip was quivering as she fought the great sobs wracking
her. She held Clouds hand, her arm behind his neck. She couldnt
speak. Her voice was lost with the wind, gone in the fight, her strength
pouring out of her with each tear. Clouds fingers tightened weakly
around hers. Im so
sorry, Tifa
he whispered,
for all the
times Ive never been
there
never
been with you
to say this
Ive
wanted to ask you
for a long time
. Never had
courage
. Its now
or
. He trailed off.
Cloud, Tifa whispered.
He forced his eyes open and focused on her.
I
I love you
His voice was a strained whisper. He
took a slow breath. Would
you
. He opened his eyes
again. Tears were running down his temples. Marry me
Then
they closed forever. Clouds hand was limp in hers as the breath exited
his body, and he was still.
Tifa held him in silence, staring at his lifeless
body in shock, rage, and great sorrow. She couldnt think. She
couldnt breathe. Tears escaped silently. Her soul split from her body,
anxious to follow her lovers to the afterlife but still tethered by
mortality. No, she whispered, tears running into her lips. Denial
ravaged her as she ran her hands down Clouds face. His skin was still
warm. No, she said louder. Cloud, no. She drew a
short breath and exploded. NO!
Her cry was lost in the still air, no ears
left to hear it, no hearts left to care. She collapsed over him, oblivious
to the blood that seeped into her clothing, her sobs choking the breath from
her lungs. It wasnt supposed to be like this, she whispered,
her voice shaking with her tears. We were supposed to be together forever.
I cant lose you.
It was silent beside her crying; the world
seemed too shocked to move. Time stood still as Tifa wept with a vengeance,
laying over Clouds lifeless body, holding him. I love
you
she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut against the sight of
his blank blue eyes, his eyes that would never again shine because of his
happiness or because of his pain. Why was it like this all the time? Destined
to hurt, together and apart. She took a shaky breath, wishing he could still
hear the words that flowed from her mouth like a reservoir of feelings whose
dam had finally eroded away. I loved you since the first moment I saw
you
You were everything to me
Everything
The wind
picked up, spreading the stench of death and soot.
And something else. Something that was too
familiar, no more than a tingling in her nostrils, but an entire lifetime
of memories. It brought her a sense of déjà vu, prompting her
to recall a time she had lost him before this, one more of the thousands
of memories she would give anything to forget.
A soft tickle coiled around her hand, a caress
one would expect to come from a gentle breeze or a loving embrace. It was
strangely familiar and somehow vaguely malevolent though it showed no menace
to her now. Curiosity stifled her sobs, and she raised her head to look at
the presence streaming around her.
Lifestream
It flowed up from the cracks within the arid
ground in little tendrils, swirling around her and Cloud as though it was
dancing to a lethargic melodic tune that no one could hear. Tifa stared at
the green coils as it crept around them, wide-eyed with fear. Was this green
horror returning to destroy her mind once more? What would she do without
Cloud to pull her from the lulling insanity offered by the emerald streams?
But the fear was replaced with an increasing
hope. Would the Planet finally acknowledge the err of its ways? Was it trying
to repent for destroying a man who had fought so hard to make sure it continued
on in peace-filled harmony? Or was it just toying with them once more, another
cruel practical joke that could make the funniest clown cry?
Tifa had no time to answer her own questions;
the green blanket smothered her.
For the longest moment of her life, nothing
but the infinite green exploded around her, filling her vision, drowning
the air from her chest, clouding her mind with its swirling endowment of
incomplete sanity. And then she could hear them once more, the demonic voices
that seemed to be derived from Hell itself, filling her ears with their cries
of loneliness and lusty hunger, screaming loud enough to leave an unbearable
ringing reverberating through her skull. And then there was blissful silence.
Tifa doubled over with a gasp of surprise when
the voices cut out from her mind as quickly as they had come. Still the green
encompassed her with its vastness, still it whispered to her with the murmur
of a calm spring rustling over rocks. And she knew that this was the Planet,
this was the Planet when it chose to cut off the pain and its suffering and
exist for one brief moment in gleeful solitude.
The gateway to the Promised Land.
He wanted it like this
Tifa looked up sharply as sing-song voice came
to her ears from nowhere and everywhere, echoing through the green mists
without a clear beginning or end. It was omnipotent, godlike in its infinitude,
seemingly caring but somehow cold to her feelings and the feelings of all
the others who had once sought its help. It was as though it knew that it
could never truly be destroyed, as though it was indifferent to the kinds
of life that existed on the Planet.
She couldnt believe its words.
No, she whispered, suddenly realizing the meaning of the soft
voice. He didnt want this! He would not have given up his
love for them. They werent worth it
Savior
Tifa felt the tears wetting her cheeks. She
was so selfish. Friendship was worth dying for, but love was the ultimate
friendship. She hated her thoughts. And the moment they invaded her mind,
she hated herself. Of course her friends were worth it. But that didnt
make it hurt any less. Cloud, no
Destroyer
It couldnt be true. How could he abandon
her like this after all they had gone through together, after all they had
to share, after all the years they had yet to come? What was he thinking?
Destroying their destiny together in the name of his friends; his title was
more true than any could imagine.
Giver of life
What had he been thinking?
No! Tifa screamed, clutching at
the Lifestream as if to choke the life from its tendrils. Her hands grabbed
nothing, the green mists dissipated, shooting away from her and her lovers
corpse. She broke down into a fury of tears and sobs, clutching his lifeless
body in her arms as the warmth slowly melted away from him. You cant
leave me! Cloud
come back
And she knew then that she would always be
alone.
Yuffie Kisargi saw black. It was not the terrifying
black one would expect to see when on was slowly dying, but rather it was
a comforting infinity that urged her to leave all her worries behind and
follow it to the ends of the universe. It made her seem relatively small
and insignificant, but that didnt seem to bother her. She was breathing
in its endless currents of nothing, dwelling in loneliness but unaffected
by her solitude.
It was oddly comforting.
And then the green came and blinded her, filled
her vision with the most painful light. Her heart, which had been so blissfully
quiet, thudded loudly through her head, coaxing her back to where she belonged.
But it was so peaceful here, sleeping silently in the gray area between life
and death, teetering over the edge like a wicked seesaw threatening to dump
its contents onto the ground with a loud thud.
When she resisted it, it forcefully pulled
her back to the light. Pain exploded in her head, a numbing ache filling
her body with its dull fire. And then, she remembered something that had
been forgotten moments ago, and her brain sent little nerve impulses down
her aching spine. Choking on nothing, she drew in a large breath, feeding
her oxygen starved body. Sputtering, she drew in air to her aching chest
again and again, soothing the fire burning hungrily within her.
After what seemed like years, the fire subsided
to little more than the feeling of an overall ache. She felt the warm blood
trickling down her temple, but she gave it little heed as she slowly opened
her eyes.
No rain.
The world came into focus, sunlight burning
holes through the clouds to mottle the destroyed town with tiny rays of light.
The rain had stopped, the clouds were dispersing, and a lone meadowlark sung
sadly in the distance, crying for the loss of the town and jovial for the
start of a beautiful day. A breeze whipped through the shallow plains.
Savior
The large cavernous room was silent. There
was no monotonous trickle of water travelling over the slippery rocks, no
splash of a fish jumping through the serene pool. It was as if the entire
world within that room was made of stained glass, and the slightest noise
would shatter it. Nothing dared to intrude upon its hollow emptiness.
Green light filtered in through a solitary
crack in the wall, slipping through and grasping the air like long, twisted
fingers. Its dancing tendrils didnt seem to be in a hurry, skipping
across the room as though the situation was merely a game. It had no mind
but seemed to have a destination already planned. It was headed for the one
thing that was out of place in this peaceful residence.
Rising, lonely, in the middle of the large
room was a stone obelisk, grotesquely conspicuous in a room where everything
was sterling silver. The statue itself seemed to be carved from life, every
feature perfectly captured, every emotion clearly evident on a gargoyles
deformed face. Rage, surprise, hatred
all locked there for all eternity,
unable to be carried out by the owner. The green coiled around it; the
statues eyes flashed red.
With the speed of a snake, one of the many
branches of green lashed out, cracking into the perfectly smooth stone. The
impact echoed through the empty room, threatening to break the peace with
its ferocity. A piece of stone clattered to the floor from the crack in the
statue, hitting the marble with a resounding clamor. Then the silence reigned,
broken only by a whispering breeze.
Destroyer
The green dispersed as the crack in the stone
expanded, shattering the still life trapped within the rock. With a cry that
screamed only to the ears of the deaf, the statue exploded in a hail of tiny
shards of stone that could cut into flesh as easily as any sword. The shards
fell to the floor with the tinkle of ice on glass before disappearing, melting
to a deep blue and melding with the marble of the floor.
When the cacophony had ended and the silence
returned to the room, only one thing remained in the space where the statue
had been located. Huddled, cold with grief and sorrow and shadowed with the
darkness of his heart, a man shivered though the air was warm and soothing.
His long black hair whipped around him in a slight breeze that no one could
feel.
And for the first time in a long time, Vincent
Valentine cried.
The green moved on through the empty corridors
of the vast city, searching. It became more desperate, its time was running
short. It had to finish this for him, it had to carry out the work of the
Destroyer. It had a purpose to fulfill before returning to the veins of the
Planet just as it had had a purpose months before. This time, however, it
seemed as though so much more was at stake.
It rounded the corner of the corridor, entering
an empty room that was silent except for the sad dripping of water emanating
from somewhere in the corner. It was devoid of any kind of life. But this
did not damper its resolve, if resolve was what it had. The eerie green light
chased away the shadows from their comfortable niches and bathing the room
in the eternal bright.
The wind picked up as the green light drew
closer to the one thing in the room that seemed out of place. The one thing
that shouldnt be there. The one thing that it had come to vanquish
from the peace of the city.
Death.
It didnt belong here, not again. That
foul word that spoke of the stench of rotting flesh and the sight of bloody
tears was not supposed to be here again. It was not supposed to take away
another loved one, it was not supposed to sneak up on them to snatch away
another friend, to bring more hurt, to leave with a little piece of
someones soul. It wasnt supposed to happen to them
to him.
It wasnt supposed to be like this.
Icy blue eyes seemed to stare out from the
green for a fraction of a second, gone almost before they could be seen.
Giver of life
The green wrapped around the body, hugging
the corpse compassionately as though they had once been best friends in the
world, clutching it as though the pain of losing him was far too much to
stand, and saving it because there was nothing else left to do.
The green glow disappeared into an explosion
of light, which raged far brighter than any stars speckling the sky. The
shadows within the room that had been hiding deep in the cracks and crevices
within the walls were driven from their concealment, destroyed by the brightness
which had come over the entire room.
And when the light died once more, there was
nothing.
No green light to fill the cold room with ghostly
warmth. No death to curse the ground that the room covered. The shadows crept
back to their niches, and the water continued on its journey from the ceiling
through the chilly air to collect in a crystal pool on the floor.
There was one rasping breath.
Another.
And a muttered curse.
The water continued to drip as though the room
was weeping.
Cloud
Tifa whispered, holding
his rapidly cooling hand within hers. There were no struggling breaths, no
lines of pain and hurt wrinkling his face, no tears of sorrow. Wherever he
was now, locked behind those closed eyes, had to be better than what he had
left. There was one thing that he had in this life other than the pain he
felt too often.
He had had her love. And he would continue
to receive her love even though he was not there. He reciprocated her feelings;
that was all she needed to know to be at peace with herself. All the unspoken
words and missed opportunities
that was in the past now. They had shared
one moment together with all the walls broken down and forgotten, a moment
that would live as long as she carried it deep within her heart. All the
rest was history.
She fell over him and cried for her loss.
A warm hand grasped her shoulder, clutching
it with soothing gentleness despite its massive size. She glanced at it before
turning her teary gaze up to meet two mild, brown eyes gazing upon her with
the compassion of someone who knows the pain of losing a loved one. And as
she gazed deeply within his eyes, she knew that she would never be truly
alone with friends like those she had, but she would never again know love
like that which she had felt for Cloud.
We lost so many good people to the Planet,
now, Barret said softly. Its high time we got somethin
in return sides the satisfaction of knowin the world was safe
from power hungry monstrosities.
Tifa broke her gaze, shaking her head slowly.
Isnt that enough? This life isnt fair. She let out
a breath of air. Cloud saved us from death. Cloud saved them,
Barret.
The meaning of her words seemed to be lost
on the larger man as Red XIII and a bruised and battered Yuffie walked slowly
to where they were all gathered around the body of one of the best friends
any of them would ever had. Tifa slowly stood, gazing sadly down upon the
incarnation of her loves death.
She smiled smally. It was almost as though
he was quietly sleeping, eyes closed peacefully, cherubic in his silent slumber,
oblivious to the debris that was scattered around him. Tifa smiled through
her tears. This would be how she remembered him. Goodnight, my angel.
She leaned over and kissed him gently one last time, pressing her lips against
his. Then she ran soft fingertips lightly across his forehead, down over
the heavenly eyes that would never glow again, across his cheek
A tear
dripped down onto his lips. Goodnight.
Barret bent over, picking up Clouds limp
form with a little difficulty and cradling him. He turned from the spot where
the scorched remains of the dragon scarred the ground. Lets
go, he declared as he began walking.
The others followed him, slowly sauntering
back to where the Highwind was rising majestically against the crystal
blue skies. Tifa took in her surroundings once more, the broken houses, scattered
debris, cloudless skies, salty air. A small breeze whipped around her hair
carrying with it the smell of the ocean.
The ashes scattered in the wind.
A man walked into the scorched ruins of a once
perfectly ornate town, favoring his left leg considerably. He was oblivious
to the sweet-smelling air that blew over the debris from the surrounding
plains. The stink of death was too new at this place to be merely covered
up by sweet grass and pungent salts. Underneath the rubble that lined the
ground were bodies, crushed and battered, taken out while they were blissfully
unaware of the war that had briefly raged outside of their homes.
It made him sick. The ignorance of people.
How could they be so blind to the fact that their world was dying, slowly
but surely? Or maybe they were blind because they didnt want to look.
He snorted disdainfully, unable to not envy their misguided ignorance, wishing
that he could feel the same way. But he was cursed with a promise.
The breeze sent his black cloak slapping at
his heels, whipping the fabric around his legs in a particularly violent
gust. An intricately folded piece of paper was blown across the dusty ground
at his feet, tumbling in the wind, a crane with shattered wings that was
still trying to fly. The story of mankind.
And it was destined to happen again and again,
an infinite circle that would continue for as long as man lived upon this
world. And when they no longer dwelled on the Planet, there was bound to
be some other corrupt creature capable of thinking too much for its own good.
And then it would start again.
So he did the only thing he could do. He delayed
the inevitable. Keep away the means and all that will be left are the crackpot
ideas. The ideas would always be there. But materials could disappear back
to their origin. They would again.
He kicked up the ashes of the dragon, smudging
the soot into the ground as he searched. His foot hit something solid in
the remains, and he crouched to examine the black piece of rock his search
had found. He wiped the dirt from its glimmering surface, a frown on his
lips as he straightened.
All youre killing is yourself,
he declared softly, though there was no one around to hear his words much
less heed them. He knew the Planet had heard. He just wished he could understand
why it would always happen, why it would repeat itself like a bad saying.
Satisfied with his finding, however, he just
shrugged off the incomprehension and limped away, out of the dead town, leaving
the dead corpses and sickly smelling debris to the carrion birds.
And thus it ended.
The world had nearly been shattered by anger
and hatred and violence. It had nearly been destroyed once more. Yet, that
seemingly inevitable obliteration of all life had once again been prevented.
The sun rose and set.
The winds blew.
And life lived.
It would all grow again. Defeat and destruction
are a momentary state. No matter how hard one tries to beat down life, to
snuff out its seemingly fragile existence, it always rose again, like the
green of spring bursting from the desolate cold of winter. To some, it is
the greatest gift. To others, it is the worst curse. The trees would rise
from the ashes, sprout from saplings, grow with fervent energy towards the
heavens. The flowers would bloom from the Planet, filling the air with pollen
and pungent aromas. The animals would eventually return, crawling out from
their refuge and once again populating the world. And man would rebuild what
he had lost, regain what was nearly stolen. And he would continue to, in
fact, take for granted everything that had nearly slipped through his grubby
fingers.
The endless cycle would continue. The pattern
regains itself. The rise and fall of power would forever rise and fall because
it was meant to do so. Lifestream filled the Planet with illustrious and
heavenly life, and until that Promised Land was empty, life would always
rise again.
People dont know that they cannot kill
life. They can only kill themselves.
So what, then, was it worth? Why had those
that fought, and that continue to fight, sacrificed themselves to preserve
life when life would always preserve itself? Why struggle to snuff out power
and hate and anger when it would only embody itself again and again, take
a new form, a new shape, but the same old lust for hurt would remain? Why
was it worth saving humanity, when humanity didnt understand the magnitude
of what had happened? It couldnt comprehend that power was a momentary
status. It didnt understand that the petty wars and violence only hurt
itself. It couldnt understand that life was indestructible. One can
kill a man, but one cannot ever kill life. Life finds a way.
Why, then, had he sacrificed himself?
Because all life, in its basic most generic
state, was worth fighting for.
Perhaps men werent meant to understand
that life was indomitable. Perhaps humanity was unable to comprehend that
the Promised Land is a promise, a promise that life would continue
after they had gone. Perhaps man was destined to live in a life he had no
control over. Man sees life through a very narrow perspective. There is a
war, a struggle for power. Good triumphs over evil. Man thinks that is where
it ends. He sees a finite sequence of events. He does not see the cycle.
This one victory was not the end to evil. It would rise again and fall again.
Maybe one fought to preserve mans right
to live in the dark. To not understand the greater scheme and not be troubled
by the cycle of life and death, of good and evil. Maybe the satisfaction
one receives from knowing one had defeated the evil for the time being was
enough to make that fight worth while. Life would always go on. Those that
fought fought so it would not be troubled with the understanding of the violence
of nature. The sun would rise. The winds would blow. And man would live.
Life would live. It was over.
Thus it ended, and life continued to continue
in blessed ignorance.
Yuffie Kisargi was sitting alone on the cold
stone floor of the City of the Ancients, her thoughts a muddle. So much had
happened, so much had been lost and regained, and she hadnt known how
important it had been until it was gone. She had one person to thank for
her life, and she couldnt even do that anymore.
If only she had said something to him earlier.
If only she had given a damn when he had been captured instead of stealing
his materia and leaving him for dead. If only she had cared for anything
other than her greed.
She was such a fool. She felt the tears stinging
her eyes and bit her lips to stop their fall. She didnt want to cry;
crying was for little babies and people who couldnt handle hurt. Crying
was for people who had too much self-pity to handle and for people who
werent strong enough to withstand the pain of loss. She wasnt
like that. She wouldnt cry. But she was so stupid.
She ran her finger along the smooth edge of
the Ultima Weapon, wishing that it would flash brightly with that inner light
that always appeared in it when Cloud would hold it, wishing that it would
flare to life with the brilliant white. But it didnt, and it never
would again. Her silly antics had seen to that.
How could she have been so blind?
He had been so nice to her. He had never hurt
her, never yelled at her, never cursed her off for her own foolish stupidity.
How could she have ignored her feelings? There was some small part of her
that loved him, as much as any girl feels for the friend who was always there
for her, and there was the larger part of her that cared for him. But she
hadnt been strong enough to save him. She hadnt been able to
overcome her greed for power. She was no better than the old man that used
to reside in that big office on top of the Shinra tower. She was a selfish
brat.
And it was too late for amends, too late for
apologies, too late for one muttered thank you to the man who
had gone through too much trouble to save her time and again. There was nothing
she could do to repay the debt he had placed on her, but somehow she knew
that he didnt want her to even attempt to repay that debt. Maybe he
hadnt seen it as a special care for her, maybe it was all an obligation,
all duty
Regardless of what it had been and regardless
of what it was now, he had given her a gift that she was going to keep forever.
He had shown her what she was, he had somehow given her a way to right her
numerous wrongs, given her a second chance at doing the right thing in life.
No more greedy fingers, no more corrupt morals.
A small smiled appeared on her lips.
Stealing is wrong, she whispered, setting the Ultima Weapon down
on the cold stone of the floor. May no grave robber ever come here,
and may you sleep here undisturbed for all eternity.
She stood slowly, stretching her legs. The
water reflecting the light on the ceiling as she glanced about, and for a
fraction of a second, she could have sworn that the mighty sword laying upon
the stone picked up the light and glowed briefly with it, all of the materia
glimmering for one glorious moment.
Thank you, Cloud.
Following the old friends from the time before
this tragedy, she walked out of the room they had vacated hours before and
began the long trek home, leaving behind a friend but carrying all those
warm memories deep inside her heart.
Tifa Lockhart watched from a distance as Yuffie
walked slowly from the City of the Ancients, wading through the tall grasses.
The young woman quickly disappeared from her sight in the dark night, and
she turned her gaze back to the starry sky.
It was a breath taking sight, comparable to
only one other night that she remembered vividly. Well, Cloud this is
no well, she thought sadly. No more promises that we cant keep,
no more vows to live and die with and no more pain. She shook her head,
falling back into the grass, feeling the blades pierce into her skin through
her thin clothing.
She couldnt help but think that they
had lied to each other that day. She couldnt help second guessing her
decision when she told him that he had kept his promise. Was it really true?
Had he ever saved her from his pain? That was the one thing from which he
couldnt save himself. He couldnt have saved her if he was slowly
dying.
And look what his pain had got him. He was
dead. He could no longer save anyone, he could no longer love her, he could
no longer be with her. He was with Aeris now. Tifa frowned. Did he love Aeris
more than he loved her? Was it physically possible to love two people at
the same time? Or was she just trying to fool herself?
Damn promises.
Life was full of things that couldnt
be kept. No one could ever keep a promise. No one would ever want to. It
was just a bunch of words sworn with fingers crossed behind your back. No
one ever meant anything by them. No one ever cared.
But as she stared up at the black velvet sky
that was speckled with little teardrops, she knew that he hadnt lied
to her. He loved her, he had said so in his dying breath. He had said the
words, he had sworn that hed be her protector and savior, and he had
meant every syllable. It was not just a wasted breath, it wasnt just
a bunch of pretty paper hearts glued on a cheesy love letter. It had been
real. It had been the truth.
She sighed. There had been no closure of that
truth, though. No end to the promise. The stars blurred together as her eyes
grew teary. What had he meant when he asked her to marry him? He had known
there would be no way she could do so. He had known he was going to die.
He had made that choice. He had made the decision to use whatever power had
been invested within him to bring back his friends. That must have been one
last attempt to heal his hurt.
He hadnt been weak.
He had enough strength to save them all.
A star streaked past in the black sky, falling
down to the earth as though it was wishing her luck without him. Or maybe
it had been just one more falling star. She wondered if it had been Clouds
star, finally breaking loose from the dark seas of nothing to plummet through
space and join the rest of the forgotten heroes. The star winked out of
existence.
Cid Highwind looked away from the falling star,
no wish in his mind and no dreams left in his heart. They had all died on
that night, bled from his soul like the blood from his body. All his lifelong
desires and wants had been run through, had been destroyed, had been wiped
from existence. There was nothing left to live for when you had already died.
But then there was her.
Cid sighed as he turned back to the small house
in Rocket Town, his eyes wandering to where warm yellow light seeped from
behind the windows curtains. Somehow he had known, somehow Cloud had
been able to read him like an open book. And for some strange reason, had
valued what he read more than what he had felt.
Why give his life for an old pilot who had
little time on this forsaken planet to grow older with rusting planes and
a woman who must hate him? Why make the ultimate sacrifice for someone who
had little enough going for him as it was?
And then there was Tifa. Goddamn Cloud for
leaving Tifa. She was all alone now. She couldnt even turn to him.
He shook his head sadly, taking a long drag off his cigarette and exhaling
the smoke unto the breeze. She never said it, but he could tell. She
couldnt even look at him now. She didnt want to blame him, but
she did. Every time he caught a glimpse into her eyes, he could see it hiding
there like an untamed beast. She hated him. She hated him for taking away
Clouds life for his own.
If he had his way, he wouldve stayed
dead.
There was nothing left on this Planet now except
a few people who had nothing left to lose. Every single time it was rebuilt,
the Planet found new and exciting ways to destroy it. They ought to just
leave the debris as it was to stay upon the earth forever as a constant reminder
of what happens to people when they get too damn cocky. He didnt know
why the Planet didnt just blow them all away and save itself the trouble
of having stupid people exploiting it, of rebuilding their shattered lives
upon it, of living on it. The people on this world could just carry on, walking
over the ruins instead of salvaging something from them.
And here he was, being a hypocrite. Here he
was, standing alone outside his front door, ready to start the long trek
back to how his life had been, ready to rebuild what had fallen and make
it stronger for the next time. He was no better than the last.
And here he was, a velvet box tucked within
the pocket of his black slacks, ready for the future but unable to keep his
eyes off the past. What good was it to move forward if your eyes were always
turned back? You couldnt see what was ahead, only what youd left
behind. It was time to look forward again.
Cid steeled himself for this moment, his hand
poised to knock on the hardwood door that had been set squarely within its
frame, to change his life forever. But he stopped. Something stopped him.
He turned away from the door. She must hate him. She must hate him even more
now that he had actually apologized. But she could find a fault in that,
too. He didnt have the courage to say anything to her face.
Im such a coward, he declared
to the night sky. Who would have thought that popping the question would
be so hard? What if she no? What if she said yes? He muttered a curse. And
he didnt even have Cloud left to ask for advice.
How would you ask someone to marry you?
Cid grimaced. Their last conversation had been
spent on something as idiotic as that. Asking someone to marry you. He snorted.
Two bachelors trying to figure out how to woo their honeys. They probably
should have just written to Abbey.
He set his teeth and turned back to the door.
This was what Cloud had given him. A second chance. Another try. He
couldnt screw things up now. He wouldnt squander this. He
wouldnt just walk away like he had all his life. It was time to take
some action, and, regardless of the answer, at least he wouldnt have
Clouds death beating down on his conscience.
I hear getting on you knees is
traditional.
Cid nodded as he pulled the ring case from
his pocket and knelt down, one knee barely touching the ground. He knocked
twice on the door, the hollow sound reverberating through his skull. Soft
footfalls were muffled by the door. He could practically see her stepping
lightly to the door.
This was it. This could change his life forever.
The door opened, and the warm yellow light
floated out onto the darkness to melt away the shadows.
Barret peered through the open door, watching
the light skitter across the floor and until the sleeping face of his daughter.
Her young face was relaxed with her dreams, dreams he could only hope were
peaceful. There would be no peaceful dreams for him for a long time, not
after what had transpired.
The last few days made the entire ordeal with
Sephiroth seem like a piece of cake. It had been relatively simple back then;
he had had one reason for fighting. He had saved the world for Marlene. He
wanted her to grow up in a place where the people could live without the
fear of being exploited by those who thirsted for power. He had fought for
her. But what had he been fighting for this time? They had won their freedom,
they had won their lives back.
So why had he risked his life for nothing?
He stepped into the room, slowly closing the door behind him. His footsteps
were soft on the wooden floor, too quiet to disturb his sleeping daughter.
He stopped at the window, the pale moonlight streaming in sadly.
And with the pale light, came the answers to
his questions.
He had done it, he had fought and killed out
of friendship. For perhaps the first time since Dyne, he had had true friends,
friends that were willing to stand by him and fight for him. He hadnt
known that in a lone time. He hadnt known loyalty like that, he
hadnt known care like that in years.
And now he had lost it again.
A man he had deemed to be so cold and uncaring
had actually been more kind at heart than he. And now that man was gone,
dead. His death had split them all up, destroyed the team, sent them all
on their own way possibly never to see each other again. All they would have
were the memories, and memories were a sad comparison with the real compassion.
So many things were lost in memories. They would fade with time like the
friendships often slowly withered away like so many rocks upon a streams
bed.
Nothing could last in a world where the people
who cared were the ones who were killed. It was as though the entire scheme
of things was to be as mean and bitter as possible within a lifetime. But
a lifetime of bitterness wasnt worth a second of concern. He would
never find friends like those he had once had again.
He didnt know if it was for better or
for worse. At least now there would be no more hateful words between them
to drive a wedge of ice into the stone. The rocks had already crumbled. But
that didnt make it any less painful or make him any less angry.
He didnt know who was at fault, so he
blamed the same men and women he had always turned the fault on. His eyes
found them in the night sky. Damn you, Shinra, he whispered softly,
though the hate and disgust that was often held in those words had been replaced
with the pain and hurt of someone who had lost just a little bit too much.
Rising high into the sky, the large Shinra
tower seemed to glower at him, silhouetted by the sad face of the moon.
Reeve frowned as the pale sphere within the
black sky glowered at him, seeming to place the blame directly on him. It
wasnt his fault that the world had almost gone to hell once more. He
had had nothing to do with it.
He turned from his window and leaned forward
at his desk, hitting a button on the tape player before him. The monotonous
voice of Dr. Nygel Huiji filled the large office with the emotional register
of a man who has accepted the fact that he was going to die.
I have made a terrible mistake.
I started on this long journey on a quest
for science, and yet as I finish this final leg of the trek, I have discovered
that the science has gotten lost at some time along the way. Where it was
lost, I have forgotten. Why I never reclaimed it, I do not know. All I do
know is that this has all been one long nightmare of misguided folly and
lunacy which has been masquerading as a fruitful dream of glory and power.
I once swore never to be like Hojo. Never
to be a sadist. Never to be a fool. I, too, have been misguided. I, too,
got lost somewhere along the way. I have looked back upon my actions and
have only seen all the transgressions which mar my past. There are few little
things that have done correctly, few things which can be counted to be in
the name of science, or, in this case, the name of mankind. I am no better
than Hojo, if not worse. I have taken the life of one man and twisted it
to do my bidding. I have wheedled my way into his mind and soul, bending
his words and thoughts. I have disregarded his life. I have used him and
abused him and broken him so that he would fit into the grand scheme of things.
The fit was tighter than I thought.
Perhaps, in the end, I was right. The
Destroyer was created to protect, not to destroy. Perhaps, he should have
been given a more fitting name, yet I know of no other word that the Ancients
would have used to describe him. To kill to protect the Planet, that is what
the Destroyer must do.
No one else shall attempt to create the
Promised Land. He will see to that. I will see to that. With my death,
goes the knowledge and the science. I have found the science once more and
now it will be lost again. I can only pray that no one shall uncover this
science. May it rest in peace, never to be sought for by mankind again.
Im sorry.
The tape stopped with a click, nothing left
to be heard. Reeve reached forward and ejected it, pulling the little black
cartridge from the player. He held it up for a moment, staring at it as though
it had all the answers to the world. His gaze moved from the tape to the
man sitting in front of him.
I want you to be my witness to this,
he declared, pulling a lighter from his desks drawer. He flicked the
flame to life, watching as it flicker in unseen air currents. He brought
the small fire to the edge of the tape, holding the flame there until the
tape caught the blaze. He dropped the tape into the metal waste can, letting
the papers within it catch and feed the fire. This tape never
existed, he said softly. The knowledge died with him.
Reno leaned back in his chair, oblivious to
the smoke rising out of the can. His eyes found Reeves.
Maybe, he commented. Someone knew what we were looking
for. It was gone before we could even get a whiff.
Reeve turned back to the window, staring out
at the depthless, black sky. He sighed, shaking his head. May God help
us.
His eyes searched the horizon but found nothing
to focus on. Where the huge observatory had once been cradled neatly on top
of Cosmo Canyon, there was nothing. There was a hole, another reminder of
Nygels slander. The Planet may forgive, Doctor, but I never will.
The emptiness of the canyons high walls, the barely discernable bit
of rubble, seemed to second his thought.
The debris was all that was left. A few collapsed
walls, a couple of scorched scraps of metal, shattered glass. It was the
all the scattered remains of Bugenhagen. It was gone. Everything. Gone.
Red XIII blinked the tears forming in his one
eye. He had lost his grandfather and his father and his friend. He hadnt
been strong enough to defend Cosmo Canyon. He was a failure. He was just
like his father.
A memory came to him. Seto, locked in stone,
cold as ice, had cried upon seeing his son. He had been proud. What was there
to be proud of now? Nothing. He had failed his father and his town. He had
even failed Cloud. He had stayed with them to help save him. His death had
been the last mark on a record full of marks. He had failed his friends.
What was he to do now? Rebuild what little scraps of a life this dead town
had left? No one would stay; no one would live under the protection of a
failure. He couldnt protect them. They would leave him.
He turned from the debris and began to run
with no destination in mind. He just had to leave this foul place. He feared
the bad wishes of the dead to come upon him and suck the life from him as
sweet revenge. He deserved it. What kind of friend was he that couldnt
be counted on? What kind of friend would want such a friend who did nothing
but fail all those who counted on him?
He thought he had made the right choice. He
thought he had followed his own destiny. He thought he had followed his heart.
Maybe he had. Maybe he hadnt. But one thing was for sure. Heart had
little bearing in a world where the wicked ruled and the kind were crushed.
He should have come home. He should have been the son of Seto, not this foul
failure, Red XIII. He was nothing.
And it scared him.
No one would care if he left the world forever.
No one would take note that he was gone. Perhaps only the wind blowing through
his mane would miss him. Only the sandy ground his light footfalls treaded
upon would notice his departure. They didnt care that he had failed
them all. He couldnt fail the stone. He couldnt fail zephyr.
They would always be there as his companions. That was not the truth of anything
else.
Maybe he was destined to be alone. Let the
demons come up behind him and kill him. He would find his grandfather when
he died. It would be better to have love and compassion in death than solitude
in life. But he would stay here on this world. If someone had something to
say about that, they could say it. He wasnt afraid of dying. He would
have to go sometime. Any day would do. It didnt matter.
He stopped running, his breath coming in short
gasps. He sat back on his haunches, panting heavily, uncaring as to how far
hed run. The canyon had disappeared, the long grass of the prairie
surrounded him. Cosmo Canyon was far behind him now, dwelling miles behind
with his past. He would keep moving if only to forget.
Remembering was too painful.
Remembering was too hard.
Red XIII began to walk slowly, stalking through
the wild grass, glowing in the dim moonlight. In the distance, the roar of
a waterfall could be heard, breaking over the silence of the night.
The water flowed over the edge, crashing into
the pool below, flowing over the rocks. The spray dampened everything, enough
to fully saturate the ground surrounding the falls, enough to create living
shapes from the mists, enough for ghosts.
Vincent Valentine sat at the edge of the crystal
pool, his eyes wandering across the lake to where the waterfall hid the entrance
to the cave they had found so many years ago. How he missed the days they
had been together, longed to see her beautiful face shining through the darkness.
They were little more than fleeting memories now. How he wished for something
more.
Why did you bring me back? he asked
quietly, snapping a twig before he threw it into the water. It floated away
on an unseen current. You had more happiness than I can ever have.
There was no response to his question, the
whisper of the waterfall holding no more morbid answers to tell him. He was
truly alone. Her soul had forgiven him and had left him here on this plane
to find forgiveness for himself. He couldnt forgive himself, especially
not now. There was some part of him that felt even worse now, even more like
he hadnt done enough soon enough.
He had failed Tifa, too.
He had been given a duty to help protect the
world, had taken on the task of bringing Cloud home to her. And what had
happened? He had stolen Clouds very life for his own. He had brought
her home a corpse.
Tifa would never forgive him for doing that
to her. He had more obligations, more sins for which he had to repent. He
couldnt repent for these sins; he couldnt sleep through them,
muddle through them like a blind man. They were the sins that couldnt
be forgotten or repaid. These were the sins that he would live with forever.
They were somehow different from his obligations
to Lucrecia. She had forgiven him for his transgressions. She had found a
way to see it so that he was not responsible. She had somehow seen it as
the fault of the Planet, as some wicked suicide scheme of the Planet. He
wasnt so sure about that. And Tifa was more sound than Lucrecia had
been. She surely would see how blaming the Planet was worthless.
Just like blaming myself.
But there was nothing else he could do. Blaming
himself seemed only natural, some kind of second nature to him. It was like
Sephiroths fiery rage and Clouds guilt-stricken vengeance. All
was for nothing. All was worthless.
His fingers skittered across the surface of
the water, chilled by the cold. Perhaps it was destined to end like this
with nothing left but a few empty yesterdays and bleak tomorrows filled with
endless pain and little hope for the future. Maybe not. He wasnt planning
on living to see if the Planet would try to kill itself once more. He could
only hope that death would come to claim him before it happened again.
He wished he could see her face.
He remembered it well. Perfect features surrounding
by chocolate colored hair. Flawless, ageless, majestic. Full lips, smooth,
creamy skin, beautiful. And her eyes. Beautiful green like twin emeralds
sparkling in the sunlight. He could see her. Her face within the water where
she had died, her eyes still glowing brightly with life.
The green swirled, and the reflection was gone.
Churning light, verdant with an eerie emerald,
swirled endlessly, forever moving through the Planet like blood through veins.
It was a constant, it would be there forever, the only thing to keep the
mens actions in check and prevent the total destruction of life. It
had only one purpose; it was a drone though it had thoughts living in it.
One voice was the most prominent.
And she was crying.
Her love had been lost. Twisted by the
Planets will and then lost. How cruel it was of the Planet to lock
him away forever. How cruel it was of the Planet to use him and then destroy
him. He was gone. Forever.
How cruel.
Her tears werent real though they were
cried with fervor unmatched by any real sobs. She was lonely. How she longed
to see him again. Or anyone she had once loved and lost. Like her first love
had been lost. Only the Planet knew what had become of him on that day, five
years ago, and the Planet wasnt about to tell her. It had its own agenda.
Heaven forbid it should ever reveal its intentions.
It was as bad as the men who sought to control
it. Her tears were no longer of sorrow but of anger. I hate you,
she whispered, chanting the words over and over, louder and louder. But her
screams were lost with the other screams and shouts of pain and hurt and
loss as they always were.
I wish you would die, she snapped.
DIE!!
And she could shout until her anger was gone.
She could yell until eternity. She could scream until the most insensitive
man on the surface would hear her. The Planet didnt cry because it
had been leeched of its life by the stealing of Mako. It was dying because
it was too hurt to live. All the Ancients pain was here, all their
sorrow was here, the burial grounds of an extinct race.
And no one wanted to carry on in its endless
life. No one had the strength to carry on with no passage of time. And now
she would go on alone once more. The Promised Land was nothing more than
broken promises.
The green churned on, hissing with her pain
as though to ward it off. Surely, it didnt want her hurt. It bubbled
once before continuing on, flowing through the veins of the Planet once more.
The stream ebbed slowly, winding its way through
the City of the Ancients. He sat by its edge, the black cloak discarded long
ago. He had no need of it anymore. There was no Reunion; the Planet was just
playing with his head again.
He sighed. If he had it his way there would
be no more Reunions, no more crazy men dressed in silly outfits chasing their
own tails for nothing, no more ways to destroy the world. The Planet would
have no way to destroy itself, not as long as he walked its shores. He would
see to its long, and prosperous, life.
Standing slowly, silently cursing his stiff
leg, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small sphere that caught
the starlight for a brief second. He frowned at its flawless surface as it
gleamed at him. He shook his head.
Nygel, you stupid bastard, he muttered.
Youve killed us all.
Reaching back, he threw the materia as far
as he could into the green river of life. It hissed as it licked up the materia,
disintegrating it into its tiniest parts, not to be crystallized again for
a long time. The others were down there somewhere. The White, the Black,
the Holy. They were all swirling within its depths, taken from Cloud by the
Lifestream.
There they would remain, hopefully for all
eternity.
He turned, flexing his left leg before he began
to limp away, the black cloak left behind, the Black Materia destroyed. His
job was complete. His promise was kept.
He swore he would never leave him, he swore
that they would always be together, friends until they were finally killed.
When one bled, the other would, too. And it had been so. He had followed
him for what seemed like a lifetime, a shadow to always watch the play and
never be a part of it. The only spectator for the puppets.
If only Cloud knew how long he had watched
the play. He was sick of seeing the same thing happen over and over again.
He was sick of how the same puppets were killed. He was sick of everything.
And now he had finally turned the table, if only for a little while. It was
more than he had ever done before this. It had been about time to do something.
And should Cloud find his Promised Land, then
he would find it free of strings. No more materia, no more Mako, no more
silly games with stupid scientists, no more. It was his gift to his friend.
It was his obligation, his duty.
It had been promised.
It had been kept.
He limped out into the long grass, coming up
behind a figure he had known for only a brief period of time but one he was
likely never to forget.
Tifa felt a familiar presence behind her, the
same feeling she always got when one of the black-cloaked men had come near
to them. Only now, she had a feeling she knew who this mysterious stranger
was.
She hugged herself against the cold bite of
the night air, watching the clouds skirt along the horizon. Here they had
come so far only to be back at the beginning once more, starting again with
nothing but hurt. Cloud had never come for her at Nibelheim, had left her
so disappointed, and yet had saved her at the same time. He had been there
for her, and she had never known it. And now, even in death, he was still
protecting her, to show up as just another one of those guards, to show up
as the most successful failure.
She didnt turn to this familiar stranger,
her eyes forever on the clouds. He kept his promise, she decreed
softly.
He nodded absentmindedly. So did I.
The dawn broke through the cloud cover, and
sunlight streamed over them. It was going to be a beautiful day.
~ ~ ~
Acknowledgements
We would like to thank the Captain for being the first to put up this story. Thanks to Darren K. for the Gay Boat. And for all you people out there who have been supportive of Cloud Cover and Jenova Project; you have our gratitude.
© 1998 by Junj.