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One Last Story ( part 1)
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Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
935
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a just fanfic. I don't own ff7 characters or the game they come from or wish to make money from this story. FF7 belongs to Square Enix. I do have some origimal characters in this. There is some cussing and implied sex.
Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Cid slowly wakes up, feeling a little stiff in the neck from the way he was sleeping. Dr Darla looking at him with patient eyes. At lest, its a pretty face he’s waking up to see. Recalls too many times it being Vincent. Not that Vincent’s a bad guy but those dull red glowing orbs are a little unsettling.
Dr. Darla, “ I think your hand is done healing. “
Cid slowly removes his hand from the small chamber, flexing the fingers and finding them only a little stiff, “ Not bad. “
Dr. Darla smiles, “ Glad to hear. “
Cid yawns, “ Hey, the others get back okay? “
Dr. Darla, “ Oh, yes, I checked the two out. I think they went to get something to eat before their interview with Reeve. “
Cid feels his own stomach start to protest. Not that he can remember the last time he ate a normal meal. Might as well wander down to see what's to eat! Cid gives his thanks to Darla before leaving. Most of the people not busy with a shift were finishing their chow, only a couple still eating. Cid spots the girl and a familiar face at a table with Vincent. The Ex-turk quietly watching them. Cid gets to the line grabbing some chow, that is a more luke warm by now, before joining them. Where did he see this guy before? The brunette is just eating away while the girl eats with a grace.
Cid, “ Hell of a day, right? Name is Cid Highwind. “
The brunette looks at him and for a moment seems to space out. Not that Cid knows if he should wave a hand infront of his face or not. Then recognition appears as the guy seems to made a connection. “ I know you! You don't remember do you? “
Cid, “ You kinda are familiar. “ Trying hard between bites of his biscuit. Then it clicks! Could have smacked himself for not recalling sooner but its been so longer since he last seen him. “ Hey, your that kid from Soldier! Zack, right? “
Zack grins rather large, “ Yeah! I had to rescue you. “
Vincent, must have been the first time he willingly spoke sine they started to eat, “ Rescue him? “ Sounds little intrigued.
Cid groans, yeah that time, “ Oh god... Its back to the space mission, Vin. “
Zack, “ Some crazy ass group called Avalanche was involved, right? “
Cid, “ Yeah... They were sabotaging my rocket! God damn, the leader back then was some crazy chic. Then they went after me. “ Not very thrilled to talk about this.
Zack, “ ... “ As he recalled something unpleasant but shakes it off and smiles, “ At least, I saved you before they did anything horrific to you. I hope that Avalanche stayed buried. “ The last said with apparently no love.
Cid, “ Yeah... “ changing the subject quick, “ So what's the name of You? “ Addressing the girl who has been silent till now.
Girl, “ Fianna. It is a.. pleasure to meet you. “
Cid, “ Anything you to ever need, you come to me, got it? “
Fianna regards this a moment, “ Thank you. “ There is a shrewdness about her.
Cid at this point has nothing else to add. An awkward silence settles at the table. Having food to eat, the pilot just focus on eating. Vincent finally breaks the silence.
Vincent, “ We better go talk to Reeve. “ Helping Fianna out of her seat.
Zack stands up offering Cid a handshake, “ I guess we’re even now, since you and Vincent kinda saved us. “ The others heading out.
Cid waves the hand off, “ Naw, Vincent saved you. “
Zack, “ Maybe but you heard us. You’ll know how good it was to hear someone. I hope you never have to. “ And pauses on the way out to check out his reflection, running his hand through his hair, and then hurries to catch up.
Cid just shakes his head, “ Yep, still loves himself. “ Decides to skip the interview with Reeve. No need for too many people in that room. Might ask Vincent later how it went. Has other things to attend to.
Zack has to admit, this Reeve guy seems to be a nice guy. Vincent still kinda creeps him a little. Highwind... hasn’t changes a bit. All Zack needs a new sword and some decent clothes and he’ll right as rain again! Reeve seems quite interested in the other one who got out. Not that they can tell him much. The interview itself begins with Reeve asking them how they are doing. Fine enough considering he didn’t even know what today is. Though he doesn’t tell Reeve that something keeps nagging him every time he looks in the mirror. Something is missing.
What does Zack recall last? The mission in Nibelheim of course. His memory of that mission still painfully clear. Did his friend survive? Oh, yes, Cloud did survive. There is a chance Zack might even be able to talk to him later. Wants to make sure himself that Cloud is okay. There are other things he voiced he needs to do. Talk to his parents and try to call his girlfriend. Why though did Reeve and Vincent exchange looks? The talks go back to what the Fianna recalls. She has no memories past waking.
Reeve, “ We’ll see about some clothes. Perhaps someone can take you to a store? Listen, this might be hard to accept, but more time then you realize went by since that mission... “
The hard truth leaves Zack numb and he asks for some time alone. Aerith is dead. Killed at the hands of the man he thought was stopped in the reactor. There is no chance now he can get back at Sephiroth because he is also dead, again. So, Zack just walks, not really watching where he goes, till he is away from the camp. Sits down and weeps, without shame. He tries to recall every memory of her. Maybe it is just the cold storage process or... he can’t really recall her as much. He knows he loves her! Why can’t he recall anything past flashes of memory at the church?! For a moment, mix of fear and pain seem to try and overtake him. Feels as if he might drown.
Then the pain comes, sharp pain in his head. No, He is Soldier first class! Grief is okay to show. She is.. was important to him. Always will be important. Maybe with time, the memories that matter will come back. No matter the pain, he Soldier and he has his Honor.
Vincent seems to stroll quietly up, his expression seem to ask, ‘ Are you okay? ‘
Zack feels embarrassed to be caught in this state, so he stands up, “ Oh, hey, I’m okay. Were you... there when she died? “
Vincent shakes his head, “ Cloud was... and Barret. I came with Cid after the fight. She died trying to save us all. “
Zack looks away and wistfully, “ So, she got to see the sky after all... She used to be afraid of the open sky, living under Midgar so long. I would tell her, the sky isn’t scary. Its beautiful. “ Vincent doesn't say anything but nods. “ It still is. She was the sort to try and help. Even in the slums, I think everyone who knew her loved her. “
Vincent, “ Yes, we did. “ Vincent recalls all to well the pain of losing loved ones..
After a while, Zack decides its best not to linger and they head back to camp. Zack wonders why there seems to be people coming straight towards them, with such serious expressions.
Man, “ Reeve is looking for you. “
It seems the man knows how to get things. Both Zack and Fianna are left to see what clothes suit their tastes. Its more a mixed bin. Zack has to admit, its kinda fun checking out the different clothes.
Fianna holds up a few pieces or armor, “ Think this might fit me? “
Zack lays claim to the off off shoulder guard. “ Hey, if you want. Not that I need too much. “ Not with his elite skills.
Fianna, “ You sound very confident of your own skill. “
Zack, “ Hey, I’m just that good! “
Fianna laughs, “ Oh, lets put that to the test. “
Fianna choses tight shoulder less wrap style top with white jeans and a small black jacket. Belt around her slender waist also black with silver buckle. Zack decides to modify a black blouse by ripping the sleeves off. The red shoulder guard with one red bracer. Slightly baggy slacks that tuck into some military issue boots and two red belts on waist. He is rather dashing, if he does say so himself. Just ask him! He is quite eager to see what sort of fighter this princess is. For now all they have is standard blades but a sword is a sword for now. Zack resolves to get something with more suitable weight in the future.
Zack, “ I need a heavy blade. “
Fianna, “ Over compisating? “
Zack doesn’t get it, “ What? “
Fianna, “ Nevermind... Come get me. “
The two begin their spar in a clear space near the makeshift HQ. Though Zack is as swift and skilled as any first class soldier can be, he finds Fianna a formidable opponent. At first, neither gaining the upper hand, testing each other’s skills. People are drawn to the show.
Cid, watching the two spar, “ When did Zack have a scar? “ Smooth skin now looks as if it bore a scar for few years years
Cid slowly wakes up, feeling a little stiff in the neck from the way he was sleeping. Dr Darla looking at him with patient eyes. At lest, its a pretty face he’s waking up to see. Recalls too many times it being Vincent. Not that Vincent’s a bad guy but those dull red glowing orbs are a little unsettling.
Dr. Darla, “ I think your hand is done healing. “
Cid slowly removes his hand from the small chamber, flexing the fingers and finding them only a little stiff, “ Not bad. “
Dr. Darla smiles, “ Glad to hear. “
Cid yawns, “ Hey, the others get back okay? “
Dr. Darla, “ Oh, yes, I checked the two out. I think they went to get something to eat before their interview with Reeve. “
Cid feels his own stomach start to protest. Not that he can remember the last time he ate a normal meal. Might as well wander down to see what's to eat! Cid gives his thanks to Darla before leaving. Most of the people not busy with a shift were finishing their chow, only a couple still eating. Cid spots the girl and a familiar face at a table with Vincent. The Ex-turk quietly watching them. Cid gets to the line grabbing some chow, that is a more luke warm by now, before joining them. Where did he see this guy before? The brunette is just eating away while the girl eats with a grace.
Cid, “ Hell of a day, right? Name is Cid Highwind. “
The brunette looks at him and for a moment seems to space out. Not that Cid knows if he should wave a hand infront of his face or not. Then recognition appears as the guy seems to made a connection. “ I know you! You don't remember do you? “
Cid, “ You kinda are familiar. “ Trying hard between bites of his biscuit. Then it clicks! Could have smacked himself for not recalling sooner but its been so longer since he last seen him. “ Hey, your that kid from Soldier! Zack, right? “
Zack grins rather large, “ Yeah! I had to rescue you. “
Vincent, must have been the first time he willingly spoke sine they started to eat, “ Rescue him? “ Sounds little intrigued.
Cid groans, yeah that time, “ Oh god... Its back to the space mission, Vin. “
Zack, “ Some crazy ass group called Avalanche was involved, right? “
Cid, “ Yeah... They were sabotaging my rocket! God damn, the leader back then was some crazy chic. Then they went after me. “ Not very thrilled to talk about this.
Zack, “ ... “ As he recalled something unpleasant but shakes it off and smiles, “ At least, I saved you before they did anything horrific to you. I hope that Avalanche stayed buried. “ The last said with apparently no love.
Cid, “ Yeah... “ changing the subject quick, “ So what's the name of You? “ Addressing the girl who has been silent till now.
Girl, “ Fianna. It is a.. pleasure to meet you. “
Cid, “ Anything you to ever need, you come to me, got it? “
Fianna regards this a moment, “ Thank you. “ There is a shrewdness about her.
Cid at this point has nothing else to add. An awkward silence settles at the table. Having food to eat, the pilot just focus on eating. Vincent finally breaks the silence.
Vincent, “ We better go talk to Reeve. “ Helping Fianna out of her seat.
Zack stands up offering Cid a handshake, “ I guess we’re even now, since you and Vincent kinda saved us. “ The others heading out.
Cid waves the hand off, “ Naw, Vincent saved you. “
Zack, “ Maybe but you heard us. You’ll know how good it was to hear someone. I hope you never have to. “ And pauses on the way out to check out his reflection, running his hand through his hair, and then hurries to catch up.
Cid just shakes his head, “ Yep, still loves himself. “ Decides to skip the interview with Reeve. No need for too many people in that room. Might ask Vincent later how it went. Has other things to attend to.
Zack has to admit, this Reeve guy seems to be a nice guy. Vincent still kinda creeps him a little. Highwind... hasn’t changes a bit. All Zack needs a new sword and some decent clothes and he’ll right as rain again! Reeve seems quite interested in the other one who got out. Not that they can tell him much. The interview itself begins with Reeve asking them how they are doing. Fine enough considering he didn’t even know what today is. Though he doesn’t tell Reeve that something keeps nagging him every time he looks in the mirror. Something is missing.
What does Zack recall last? The mission in Nibelheim of course. His memory of that mission still painfully clear. Did his friend survive? Oh, yes, Cloud did survive. There is a chance Zack might even be able to talk to him later. Wants to make sure himself that Cloud is okay. There are other things he voiced he needs to do. Talk to his parents and try to call his girlfriend. Why though did Reeve and Vincent exchange looks? The talks go back to what the Fianna recalls. She has no memories past waking.
Reeve, “ We’ll see about some clothes. Perhaps someone can take you to a store? Listen, this might be hard to accept, but more time then you realize went by since that mission... “
The hard truth leaves Zack numb and he asks for some time alone. Aerith is dead. Killed at the hands of the man he thought was stopped in the reactor. There is no chance now he can get back at Sephiroth because he is also dead, again. So, Zack just walks, not really watching where he goes, till he is away from the camp. Sits down and weeps, without shame. He tries to recall every memory of her. Maybe it is just the cold storage process or... he can’t really recall her as much. He knows he loves her! Why can’t he recall anything past flashes of memory at the church?! For a moment, mix of fear and pain seem to try and overtake him. Feels as if he might drown.
Then the pain comes, sharp pain in his head. No, He is Soldier first class! Grief is okay to show. She is.. was important to him. Always will be important. Maybe with time, the memories that matter will come back. No matter the pain, he Soldier and he has his Honor.
Vincent seems to stroll quietly up, his expression seem to ask, ‘ Are you okay? ‘
Zack feels embarrassed to be caught in this state, so he stands up, “ Oh, hey, I’m okay. Were you... there when she died? “
Vincent shakes his head, “ Cloud was... and Barret. I came with Cid after the fight. She died trying to save us all. “
Zack looks away and wistfully, “ So, she got to see the sky after all... She used to be afraid of the open sky, living under Midgar so long. I would tell her, the sky isn’t scary. Its beautiful. “ Vincent doesn't say anything but nods. “ It still is. She was the sort to try and help. Even in the slums, I think everyone who knew her loved her. “
Vincent, “ Yes, we did. “ Vincent recalls all to well the pain of losing loved ones..
After a while, Zack decides its best not to linger and they head back to camp. Zack wonders why there seems to be people coming straight towards them, with such serious expressions.
Man, “ Reeve is looking for you. “
It seems the man knows how to get things. Both Zack and Fianna are left to see what clothes suit their tastes. Its more a mixed bin. Zack has to admit, its kinda fun checking out the different clothes.
Fianna holds up a few pieces or armor, “ Think this might fit me? “
Zack lays claim to the off off shoulder guard. “ Hey, if you want. Not that I need too much. “ Not with his elite skills.
Fianna, “ You sound very confident of your own skill. “
Zack, “ Hey, I’m just that good! “
Fianna laughs, “ Oh, lets put that to the test. “
Fianna choses tight shoulder less wrap style top with white jeans and a small black jacket. Belt around her slender waist also black with silver buckle. Zack decides to modify a black blouse by ripping the sleeves off. The red shoulder guard with one red bracer. Slightly baggy slacks that tuck into some military issue boots and two red belts on waist. He is rather dashing, if he does say so himself. Just ask him! He is quite eager to see what sort of fighter this princess is. For now all they have is standard blades but a sword is a sword for now. Zack resolves to get something with more suitable weight in the future.
Zack, “ I need a heavy blade. “
Fianna, “ Over compisating? “
Zack doesn’t get it, “ What? “
Fianna, “ Nevermind... Come get me. “
The two begin their spar in a clear space near the makeshift HQ. Though Zack is as swift and skilled as any first class soldier can be, he finds Fianna a formidable opponent. At first, neither gaining the upper hand, testing each other’s skills. People are drawn to the show.
Cid, watching the two spar, “ When did Zack have a scar? “ Smooth skin now looks as if it bore a scar for few years years