Club Fantasy
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
912
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own Final Fantasy in any of it;s incarnations, it's owned by square enix, I'm not making money from this story.
Chapter 2
Previously on Club Fantasy.
Pushing the first plate to Vincent, Chaos having finished his coffee, he placed the second and third one as they passed along the table, before pulling the last plate towards himself.
Both Vincent and Tifa said their thanks and dug into the meal, just after an almost too small voice piped up.
“Thank you Cloud.”
Cloud smiled, she didn’t always speak, but it was nice to hear her voice occasionally.
“You’re Welcome Aerith.”
Continuing.
Aerith had come into their little group last.
When Cloud and Tifa had first met her, she was quite a bubbly personality, she never seemed to be upset, even if she sold no flowers that day.
She seemed to be happy just having the colourful blooms in her basket.
Flashback.
Both Cloud and Tifa had taken to buying a few flowers to brighten up wherever they where living at the time, when they had the extra money.
Even if they where just squatting in an abandoned building.
They were used to the few extra people that hung around as well.
A loud redhead with a smoke hanging of his lips, Reno, they found out later.
Reno, had a tendency to “Not Notice” when some of his items went missing, low-grade cure materia’s, stuff like that.
Cloud had first thought he was just silly, but he noticed quite quickly that anyone from a crime gang usually got the business end of Reno’s shock stick, but the homeless children and some others were ignored as they pilfered the redhead’s pockets.
A quiet Black man with sunglasses, he barely talked, but he smiled at them as they passed.
And Tseng.
Tseng was a quiet, but severe seeming man, he rarely smiled and would glare if any crime groups got too close to the girl.
But the gangs had watched, they had noticed the few times a TURK, Vincent had told Cloud all about them, wasn’t there.
It had been early morning, and Cloud was just heading back home from his latest job, a few extra gil in his pocket, so he’d walked to the old church.
The first thing he saw, were flames spilling out the windows, running towards it, he saw as Tseng, the watcher for the day arrived, staring in barely disguised horror, before calling the fire department.
Aerith’s voice was barely heard over the roar of the flames, but Cloud had heard it, and without thinking, he ran into the building.
He had found her under the protective embrace of her adoptive mother, they old woman was almost charred through, and Aerith had bands of burns across her arms back and chest.
Knowing he had to get her out quickly, he ignored her pitiful cries as he lifted her up with all his strength, feeling her fragile skin tear as he did so.
He felt the flames on his back as he ran from the building, barely getting out as it collapsed behind him.
Barely noticing as Tseng grabbed him, Aerith still in his arms, and pulled him away from the fire, yanking him through Dark ally’s and pulling him along unlit back streets.
“Cloud, listen to me.”
He blinked up at the stern man who somehow knew his name.
“Aerith can’t go to a hospital.”
Cloud just looked at him, confused.
“I know, but if she goes, she won’t be safe, she’ll disappear.”
Cloud stared some more, before nodding his head, Vincent had kept an eye on the rumours of missing people, usually homeless, people who wouldn’t be missed.
That had been why Vincent had insisted on renting a place once they had enough money, most people wouldn’t think a person paying rent was hiding anything, and even if you lived by yourself, the landlord would always notice if you went missing.
“I have some basic cures at home.”
End Flashback.
The cures had healed her, but the scars were too much for such low level materia’s.
Cloud shifted as a small envelope was pushed under the door, it had arrived, as always, about the thirty minutes before he had to leave for Seventh Heaven.
Finishing the last of his meal, he went to get it and take a look, before bringing it over to Aerith.
“Looks like sunflowers this time.”
Aerith smiled as he placed it in front of her, no doubt already planning out where on the balcony she could put it, before going back to her meal.
Cloud then made his way to his room to grab some clothes, before heading to the shower.
He finished in his usual eight minutes, before getting dressed, and heading out the door.
On the street he gave his usual nod towards the ally Tseng had situated himself, before getting on Fenrir, the bike he and Tifa had gotten for cheap to work on, both needing a ride to and from work.
Shifting the gears he took off, knowing he’d be at work just in time to get ready for his shift.
Today would be the same as any other day.
He was so wrong.
Pushing the first plate to Vincent, Chaos having finished his coffee, he placed the second and third one as they passed along the table, before pulling the last plate towards himself.
Both Vincent and Tifa said their thanks and dug into the meal, just after an almost too small voice piped up.
“Thank you Cloud.”
Cloud smiled, she didn’t always speak, but it was nice to hear her voice occasionally.
“You’re Welcome Aerith.”
Continuing.
Aerith had come into their little group last.
When Cloud and Tifa had first met her, she was quite a bubbly personality, she never seemed to be upset, even if she sold no flowers that day.
She seemed to be happy just having the colourful blooms in her basket.
Flashback.
Both Cloud and Tifa had taken to buying a few flowers to brighten up wherever they where living at the time, when they had the extra money.
Even if they where just squatting in an abandoned building.
They were used to the few extra people that hung around as well.
A loud redhead with a smoke hanging of his lips, Reno, they found out later.
Reno, had a tendency to “Not Notice” when some of his items went missing, low-grade cure materia’s, stuff like that.
Cloud had first thought he was just silly, but he noticed quite quickly that anyone from a crime gang usually got the business end of Reno’s shock stick, but the homeless children and some others were ignored as they pilfered the redhead’s pockets.
A quiet Black man with sunglasses, he barely talked, but he smiled at them as they passed.
And Tseng.
Tseng was a quiet, but severe seeming man, he rarely smiled and would glare if any crime groups got too close to the girl.
But the gangs had watched, they had noticed the few times a TURK, Vincent had told Cloud all about them, wasn’t there.
It had been early morning, and Cloud was just heading back home from his latest job, a few extra gil in his pocket, so he’d walked to the old church.
The first thing he saw, were flames spilling out the windows, running towards it, he saw as Tseng, the watcher for the day arrived, staring in barely disguised horror, before calling the fire department.
Aerith’s voice was barely heard over the roar of the flames, but Cloud had heard it, and without thinking, he ran into the building.
He had found her under the protective embrace of her adoptive mother, they old woman was almost charred through, and Aerith had bands of burns across her arms back and chest.
Knowing he had to get her out quickly, he ignored her pitiful cries as he lifted her up with all his strength, feeling her fragile skin tear as he did so.
He felt the flames on his back as he ran from the building, barely getting out as it collapsed behind him.
Barely noticing as Tseng grabbed him, Aerith still in his arms, and pulled him away from the fire, yanking him through Dark ally’s and pulling him along unlit back streets.
“Cloud, listen to me.”
He blinked up at the stern man who somehow knew his name.
“Aerith can’t go to a hospital.”
Cloud just looked at him, confused.
“I know, but if she goes, she won’t be safe, she’ll disappear.”
Cloud stared some more, before nodding his head, Vincent had kept an eye on the rumours of missing people, usually homeless, people who wouldn’t be missed.
That had been why Vincent had insisted on renting a place once they had enough money, most people wouldn’t think a person paying rent was hiding anything, and even if you lived by yourself, the landlord would always notice if you went missing.
“I have some basic cures at home.”
End Flashback.
The cures had healed her, but the scars were too much for such low level materia’s.
Cloud shifted as a small envelope was pushed under the door, it had arrived, as always, about the thirty minutes before he had to leave for Seventh Heaven.
Finishing the last of his meal, he went to get it and take a look, before bringing it over to Aerith.
“Looks like sunflowers this time.”
Aerith smiled as he placed it in front of her, no doubt already planning out where on the balcony she could put it, before going back to her meal.
Cloud then made his way to his room to grab some clothes, before heading to the shower.
He finished in his usual eight minutes, before getting dressed, and heading out the door.
On the street he gave his usual nod towards the ally Tseng had situated himself, before getting on Fenrir, the bike he and Tifa had gotten for cheap to work on, both needing a ride to and from work.
Shifting the gears he took off, knowing he’d be at work just in time to get ready for his shift.
Today would be the same as any other day.
He was so wrong.