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Life Goes On
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters of Final Fantasy: Advent Children, nor do I own the game, the anime, or the movie. But if I did…but I don’t : (
A/N- Well I decided that maybe a change couldn’t hurt, instead of writing Witch Hunter Robin fics all the time, in which I am running out of ideas, that I would try to do an FF7 fic. I have seen the movie (finally) and have a pretty good idea what’s going on, but as this is a fic, THE SKY’S THE LIMIT. I will see to it that this fic will be AU and that I’m not going to use all of the characters, just some. The only ones that I think will have an influence in this fic. In other words, Sephiroth will be one of the main characters and he will be paired with my created character, in which I am not going to tell you her name…just yet. Enjoy ; )
Chapter One-
You’re giving me too many things
Lately, you’re all I need
You smiled at me and said,
He gazed upon the barren wasteland; there was nothing save for dead trees and many rocks and boulders. On the far side of the plain, there was a huge stone cliff that rose up above the horizon, the jagged edges reminded him of old battle wounds carved into his body. He gave a weak smile and began walking. No one knew what was on the other side of the cliff, it was a mystery. But if there were birds that flew up ahead, he knew that there was some form a life. Why else would they be there?
The sun was beating down upon his attire, he cursed himself for bringing his various weapons, what were they of use, they always ended up breaking. But since he had come back, there was no telling what the world held for him. Was he supposed to carry on like this? Like someone who broke out of jail and was on the loose for many days now? He had saved them, he had risked his life to save a world that would forget him soon. Why did he keep on going? Was there something in it for him at the end? Like a rainbow? He shook his head and continued to walk; he would need most of his strength and concentration getting up the cliff. The earth was beginning to rise and he couldn’t afford to rest.
He was grateful that nothing came out from the ground to attack him. This was the same are where Kadaj had fought with him, along with his brothers. He could remember it so vividly, like an on-going tape that kept reminding him. Over and over again, he would see them, with their weapons and best created from the shadows appearing out of nowhere, like clouds of black dust, forming creatures from Hell. Loz and his brother, fighting him, while Kadaj was on the summit of a cliff, watching from above. He would always wonder why they had come here, in the end, all they wanted was to see their Mother. Kadaj had other plans. Plans for a Reunion, later on he discovered that it was for Sephiroth.
Every time his name was mentioned, a sudden fear ran up his spine. He looked back to see if he wasn’t being followed. This would not be the first time this had happened. His legs felt like lead, he was starting to feel tired, he never remembered this cliff to be so high. He wasn’t able to continue on, the ground was proving too much of a challenge he wasn’t ready for. Finding a small, flat space, he sat down and leaned against the stone wall for support. Perhaps, if nothing proved to be dangerous, he would camp out here and continue tomorrow. He was already half way up.
His eyelids were beginning to fell heavy. Within seconds, he was in a deep sleep, letting the nightly creatures and slight wind lull him to sleep. Stepping into the realm of dreams, he continued where he had left off; at the usual place.
*Dreaming*
Everywhere surrounded by these flowers. He never knew what they were. Their smell was very sweet, almost like caressing hands of a lover. He let himself be drowned in this heavenly smell, surrounded by them. There were benches aligned neatly in rows, one behind the other, and windows that had stained pictures on them. No. They were stained, they were mosaics. Pictures of beautiful women and men all around, all aligned one next to the other. Pillars with gargoyles upon them as they stood, holding up the roof, in which he looked up there wasn’t any. The sun just poured in from above, letting the rays feed the flowers that grew down below. If this was some god’s will to create this, then it was beautiful. He felt at peace here, like nothing could harm him. He saw a flower that had missing petals; it was wilting and was soon going to die. Is this what happened to life? Live and let die? Holding it up to the sun, he saw, one by other the petals fall off gracefully, falling to the covered floor.
This place was familiar, he was here before. Everything reminded him of something that had happened. But what was this place?
“…Do you know what those flowers are called?”
He jumped. Some one was here, their voice was coming from the shadows. He drew out his sword and got into the striking position.
“ Put your weapon down, I am unarmed and will not hurt you, if you choose not to harm me.”
“Who are you? Speak now!”
“You do not need to know me, I am of no importance. What you really need to know are those flowers. Do you know what they are?”
He shook his head, uncertain of where this was going.
“They are called Holy Flowers. You could almost say they are somewhat of a passage to the Life Stream.”
…Holy Flowers?
“I can tell that you are confused…”
This person could read thoughts. His grip tightened on his blade.
“I said put your weapon down, I will not harm you.”
“How do I know that you won’t strike when I let my guard down?”
“You don’t…”
“Then I choose to keep myself armed. I don’t know who you are, so let’s just keep it like that.”
“You don’t know me, but I want to know you. You seem very interesting.”
“What are you playing at?”
The person just laughed. Now that he had gotten a clear definition of the voice, he could tell that it was a woman. But he did not recognize her.
“I am indeed a woman, and I think you have noticed that I can read minds, as I have demonstrated before.”
Shit.
She laughed again. But it wasn’t a cold, mirthless laugh. It was somewhat of an innocent chuckle. He stood there confused, his grip tightening continuously by the second. If she had followed him here, then she was definitely armed. He was always taught to know your opponents strategy, or at least some form of it, so that he wouldn’t be facing the unknown.
“…You shouldn’t fear me, I have no weapon.”
“How do I know that?”
“Again, you don’t.”
“Then why don’t you show yourself?”
“I can’t…”
“Why not? You can see me, then why can’t I see you?”
“There are many reasons, none of them will you know, and none of them will keep you alive.”
“Are you some sort of spirit?”
“…No..”
“If I get it right, will you come out from the shadows?”
“No.”
Will you tell me your name?”
“Yes…”
He pondered the thought of what this mysterious woman could be. If she wasn’t a spirit, then something more powerful to the least. As he was thinking, his grip loosened somewhat; the woman in the shadows had noticed this but kept her eyes on the young soldier.
He picked up another flower; this one seemed to be in full bloom, but as he held it up to the sun, the flowers began to wilt and then fall off. He found another, one that was closed. Picking it up, he held it up to the sun; the flower opened its petals, and then began to wilt.
Live and let die…
“..Are you going to guess what I am?”
“Yes.”
“Then what is your answer?”
“I don’t have one yet…”
“ Well maybe you should reconsider of trying to find out what I am and concentrate on keeping the Holy Flowers alive. They won’t survive in this sunlight.”
“I’ve read tales about a village that had people missing out of no where…Do you come from there?”
“…No.”
“The people went missing, it turns out they went to this shrine that was located in the village graveyard. They went to go pray to a certain Deity form, one that was called The One Winged Angel.”
He thought he heard a gasp from the shadows, but continued with his tale.
“When they went to go pray, they never came back. Their bodies were found. They were massacred.”
No answer came from the woman concealed in the shadows.
“Do you know who this was?”
“No.”
“ Humph, I thought you would know, considering you’re not from around here…”
“Do I have to be?”
“No…”
The two just sat in silence. Moments had passed, and what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke.
“You’re a Sage.”
“…What?”
“I said you’re a Sage, aren’t you?”
“I guess I am, what took you so long?”
“I didn’t, it was you who did. Now you promised me you’re name.”
“Menkaure.”
“What does it mean?”
“It could mean a lot of things…”
“Aren’t you going to tell me?”
“No.”
Once again, silence fell around them. It was so thick that even the noises outside were blocked out. The young soldier was concentrating on the Holy Flowers that he did not notice Menakure leave.
“What do these flowers do?”
No answer. He went to go check where she had previously stood, the place was empty. Looking back on the flowers, he noticed that even the leaves were turning yellow. Out of nowhere, the sound of a water fountain could be heard. To his right, he saw it; water pouring out of the beak of a strange looking bird. He cupped some in his hands and carried it to the holy Flowerbed. Letting the water drip out of his hands, he saw that the flower, which had begun to wilt and the stem and leaves were turning yellow, replenish and bloom once again. Perhaps if this place didn’t belong to anyone, he could live here and build a roof.
Just as he was about to get up, a sharp pain ran through his right shoulder blade. The pain so intense that his vision blurred and fell to the ground.
*End Dreaming*
He woke up, the wind caressing his skin, as the creatures of the night continued to make noise. The pain he felt was so real, that his actual shoulder was hurting him. Could it be that Menkaure had done this? But she couldn’t, she said she was unarmed.
“Do you believe everything people tell you?” said a voice in the back of his head…
At the edge of the flat area where he was, he saw one of the flowers from his dream.
“A Holy Flower.”
He picked it up; instantly the petals began to wilt and then fall off the stem. He ran a hand through his blond hair, his blue eyes penetrating the deserted area of the barren wasteland and then looking up at the starless sky. He didn’t even tell her his name. If he were to shout, would she hear him?
He wouldn’t risk it.
Whispering so silently, he told her his name.
“Cloud…My name is Cloud.”
A/N- A chapter has been completed.. I got so inspired by watching the movie, that I couldn’t stop writing. Anyways for this chapter, as you have noticed that the character is Cloud, and he was dreaming…but that doesn’t mean anything that will affect this fic. This was basically an introduction to the entire fic, only in the next chapter, will the real stuff begin, and it might be a little confusing because I’m not starting off with Cloud. So..yeah… I almost forgot, the first few lines of the “Simple and Clean” song belong to Utada Hikaru.
A/N- Well I decided that maybe a change couldn’t hurt, instead of writing Witch Hunter Robin fics all the time, in which I am running out of ideas, that I would try to do an FF7 fic. I have seen the movie (finally) and have a pretty good idea what’s going on, but as this is a fic, THE SKY’S THE LIMIT. I will see to it that this fic will be AU and that I’m not going to use all of the characters, just some. The only ones that I think will have an influence in this fic. In other words, Sephiroth will be one of the main characters and he will be paired with my created character, in which I am not going to tell you her name…just yet. Enjoy ; )
Chapter One-
You’re giving me too many things
Lately, you’re all I need
You smiled at me and said,
He gazed upon the barren wasteland; there was nothing save for dead trees and many rocks and boulders. On the far side of the plain, there was a huge stone cliff that rose up above the horizon, the jagged edges reminded him of old battle wounds carved into his body. He gave a weak smile and began walking. No one knew what was on the other side of the cliff, it was a mystery. But if there were birds that flew up ahead, he knew that there was some form a life. Why else would they be there?
The sun was beating down upon his attire, he cursed himself for bringing his various weapons, what were they of use, they always ended up breaking. But since he had come back, there was no telling what the world held for him. Was he supposed to carry on like this? Like someone who broke out of jail and was on the loose for many days now? He had saved them, he had risked his life to save a world that would forget him soon. Why did he keep on going? Was there something in it for him at the end? Like a rainbow? He shook his head and continued to walk; he would need most of his strength and concentration getting up the cliff. The earth was beginning to rise and he couldn’t afford to rest.
He was grateful that nothing came out from the ground to attack him. This was the same are where Kadaj had fought with him, along with his brothers. He could remember it so vividly, like an on-going tape that kept reminding him. Over and over again, he would see them, with their weapons and best created from the shadows appearing out of nowhere, like clouds of black dust, forming creatures from Hell. Loz and his brother, fighting him, while Kadaj was on the summit of a cliff, watching from above. He would always wonder why they had come here, in the end, all they wanted was to see their Mother. Kadaj had other plans. Plans for a Reunion, later on he discovered that it was for Sephiroth.
Every time his name was mentioned, a sudden fear ran up his spine. He looked back to see if he wasn’t being followed. This would not be the first time this had happened. His legs felt like lead, he was starting to feel tired, he never remembered this cliff to be so high. He wasn’t able to continue on, the ground was proving too much of a challenge he wasn’t ready for. Finding a small, flat space, he sat down and leaned against the stone wall for support. Perhaps, if nothing proved to be dangerous, he would camp out here and continue tomorrow. He was already half way up.
His eyelids were beginning to fell heavy. Within seconds, he was in a deep sleep, letting the nightly creatures and slight wind lull him to sleep. Stepping into the realm of dreams, he continued where he had left off; at the usual place.
*Dreaming*
Everywhere surrounded by these flowers. He never knew what they were. Their smell was very sweet, almost like caressing hands of a lover. He let himself be drowned in this heavenly smell, surrounded by them. There were benches aligned neatly in rows, one behind the other, and windows that had stained pictures on them. No. They were stained, they were mosaics. Pictures of beautiful women and men all around, all aligned one next to the other. Pillars with gargoyles upon them as they stood, holding up the roof, in which he looked up there wasn’t any. The sun just poured in from above, letting the rays feed the flowers that grew down below. If this was some god’s will to create this, then it was beautiful. He felt at peace here, like nothing could harm him. He saw a flower that had missing petals; it was wilting and was soon going to die. Is this what happened to life? Live and let die? Holding it up to the sun, he saw, one by other the petals fall off gracefully, falling to the covered floor.
This place was familiar, he was here before. Everything reminded him of something that had happened. But what was this place?
“…Do you know what those flowers are called?”
He jumped. Some one was here, their voice was coming from the shadows. He drew out his sword and got into the striking position.
“ Put your weapon down, I am unarmed and will not hurt you, if you choose not to harm me.”
“Who are you? Speak now!”
“You do not need to know me, I am of no importance. What you really need to know are those flowers. Do you know what they are?”
He shook his head, uncertain of where this was going.
“They are called Holy Flowers. You could almost say they are somewhat of a passage to the Life Stream.”
…Holy Flowers?
“I can tell that you are confused…”
This person could read thoughts. His grip tightened on his blade.
“I said put your weapon down, I will not harm you.”
“How do I know that you won’t strike when I let my guard down?”
“You don’t…”
“Then I choose to keep myself armed. I don’t know who you are, so let’s just keep it like that.”
“You don’t know me, but I want to know you. You seem very interesting.”
“What are you playing at?”
The person just laughed. Now that he had gotten a clear definition of the voice, he could tell that it was a woman. But he did not recognize her.
“I am indeed a woman, and I think you have noticed that I can read minds, as I have demonstrated before.”
Shit.
She laughed again. But it wasn’t a cold, mirthless laugh. It was somewhat of an innocent chuckle. He stood there confused, his grip tightening continuously by the second. If she had followed him here, then she was definitely armed. He was always taught to know your opponents strategy, or at least some form of it, so that he wouldn’t be facing the unknown.
“…You shouldn’t fear me, I have no weapon.”
“How do I know that?”
“Again, you don’t.”
“Then why don’t you show yourself?”
“I can’t…”
“Why not? You can see me, then why can’t I see you?”
“There are many reasons, none of them will you know, and none of them will keep you alive.”
“Are you some sort of spirit?”
“…No..”
“If I get it right, will you come out from the shadows?”
“No.”
Will you tell me your name?”
“Yes…”
He pondered the thought of what this mysterious woman could be. If she wasn’t a spirit, then something more powerful to the least. As he was thinking, his grip loosened somewhat; the woman in the shadows had noticed this but kept her eyes on the young soldier.
He picked up another flower; this one seemed to be in full bloom, but as he held it up to the sun, the flowers began to wilt and then fall off. He found another, one that was closed. Picking it up, he held it up to the sun; the flower opened its petals, and then began to wilt.
Live and let die…
“..Are you going to guess what I am?”
“Yes.”
“Then what is your answer?”
“I don’t have one yet…”
“ Well maybe you should reconsider of trying to find out what I am and concentrate on keeping the Holy Flowers alive. They won’t survive in this sunlight.”
“I’ve read tales about a village that had people missing out of no where…Do you come from there?”
“…No.”
“The people went missing, it turns out they went to this shrine that was located in the village graveyard. They went to go pray to a certain Deity form, one that was called The One Winged Angel.”
He thought he heard a gasp from the shadows, but continued with his tale.
“When they went to go pray, they never came back. Their bodies were found. They were massacred.”
No answer came from the woman concealed in the shadows.
“Do you know who this was?”
“No.”
“ Humph, I thought you would know, considering you’re not from around here…”
“Do I have to be?”
“No…”
The two just sat in silence. Moments had passed, and what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke.
“You’re a Sage.”
“…What?”
“I said you’re a Sage, aren’t you?”
“I guess I am, what took you so long?”
“I didn’t, it was you who did. Now you promised me you’re name.”
“Menkaure.”
“What does it mean?”
“It could mean a lot of things…”
“Aren’t you going to tell me?”
“No.”
Once again, silence fell around them. It was so thick that even the noises outside were blocked out. The young soldier was concentrating on the Holy Flowers that he did not notice Menakure leave.
“What do these flowers do?”
No answer. He went to go check where she had previously stood, the place was empty. Looking back on the flowers, he noticed that even the leaves were turning yellow. Out of nowhere, the sound of a water fountain could be heard. To his right, he saw it; water pouring out of the beak of a strange looking bird. He cupped some in his hands and carried it to the holy Flowerbed. Letting the water drip out of his hands, he saw that the flower, which had begun to wilt and the stem and leaves were turning yellow, replenish and bloom once again. Perhaps if this place didn’t belong to anyone, he could live here and build a roof.
Just as he was about to get up, a sharp pain ran through his right shoulder blade. The pain so intense that his vision blurred and fell to the ground.
*End Dreaming*
He woke up, the wind caressing his skin, as the creatures of the night continued to make noise. The pain he felt was so real, that his actual shoulder was hurting him. Could it be that Menkaure had done this? But she couldn’t, she said she was unarmed.
“Do you believe everything people tell you?” said a voice in the back of his head…
At the edge of the flat area where he was, he saw one of the flowers from his dream.
“A Holy Flower.”
He picked it up; instantly the petals began to wilt and then fall off the stem. He ran a hand through his blond hair, his blue eyes penetrating the deserted area of the barren wasteland and then looking up at the starless sky. He didn’t even tell her his name. If he were to shout, would she hear him?
He wouldn’t risk it.
Whispering so silently, he told her his name.
“Cloud…My name is Cloud.”
A/N- A chapter has been completed.. I got so inspired by watching the movie, that I couldn’t stop writing. Anyways for this chapter, as you have noticed that the character is Cloud, and he was dreaming…but that doesn’t mean anything that will affect this fic. This was basically an introduction to the entire fic, only in the next chapter, will the real stuff begin, and it might be a little confusing because I’m not starting off with Cloud. So..yeah… I almost forgot, the first few lines of the “Simple and Clean” song belong to Utada Hikaru.