The kid's life

Plot: [Sequel to It's all Reno's fault and Return of the advent child] Cloud, Reno and Vincent had helped Reeve build back Shin-Ra's empire. Now everything is back in place, the military academy, the Turks... This story takes place while Zoey his 16, teaching to aspirings SOLDIERs because her fathers don't want her in turks until she's 17.

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy caracters but I own Zoey, Damian, Jamie, Drake and Lorelai.

Chapter 1

The sun working his way down the small bed woke up the teenage girl. Strange turquoise eyes slowly openning up, gazing around the room she shared. Slender but strong fingers slid througth her chaotic spiky red hair. Gracefully stretching her thin silouhette she turned around to see Marlene's sleeping form.

"Yo Marly, time to wake up." said the small girl jumping out of bed.

Marlene moved sligthly, she was two years older than her, now only days from her majority. "Let me sleep annoying little brat."

"What? Don't tell me Denzel's that good." teased the young woman.

It worked, Marlene lifted her head to look at the aspiring Turk. "You're a pain it the ass you know that?".

Zoey grinned. "Yeah I know, but I got it somewhere."

"Yes you've got it from you're Vice-President of father." answered the older girl. She looked at the alarm clock. 5 am. "YOU WAKE ME UP AT 5!? I'm going to kill you!"

Zoey just smiled. "I would love to see you try."

The red-haired got her trainnee uniform, black sleeveless shirt and pants. The said uniform made her look even frailer, with her 5 foot 1 inches, porcelain skin and joyous expressions she looked like a child. But don't get fooled by her easy going looks, Zoey Libertine-Steel had inherited her mother's, former SOLDIER became Turk, strengh and her biological father's rapidity. Her several hours of trainning with her adoptive father, the General Cloud Strife, was getting her only closer to being one of the best killers in Shin-Ra's history. And to had to all that bagages she was getting shooting lessons with an ex-Turk gunman.

"Anyway where are you going so early? Isn't today your day off?"asked her friend, stretching out.

"It is, I'm trainning with Vincent this morning." she got her gun from under her bed and straped the holster on her hip.

"You're now taking your sword with you aren't you?" asked Marlene gazing at the oversized sword Zoey used as if it was a small wooden stick.

"Not today, I don't see the need for it." she simply answered. "If Denzel coming to nail you tonigth?"

Marlene's sweet features roughed. "Yes he's coming and don't use that word it's vulgar."

The spiky haired laughed. "Anyway I'm going back to the academy this afternoon so you can see him as much as you want."

The older girl's eyes got filled by sadness. As much as she hated Zoey's ways, she was still her best friend, almost a little sister to her. She was chagrined to see her go away. Zoey saw her expression and felt tears filling her eyes, she pushed them away, and looked at her friend. "It will be fine Marly, I'll come back often."

The young woman wiped a tear from her cheek. "I know, I'm just always scared something would happen to you."

"Don't worry about that, Cloud, Dad, Zack and Elena are there to look after me." answered the trainee, sitting on the other girl's bed. "And don't forget no one nerver gets out of messing out with me."

Marlene smiled. "That's true." She kissed Zoey's cheek.

"Go back to bed Marly, your classes are starting tomorow. You soon will be working for Shin-Ra too, remember." the red-haired added, standing up. Marlene was a third year in the scientific program and soon she would get her diploma and work with her lover, Denzel. The older girl smiled and laid back down. Zoey looked a last time at her and got in the kitchen.

The kitchen was on of the most animated rooms in the large house. It was sort of a meeting room. Her fathers, Elena, Vincent, Cid and Barret all had this mansion as their primary home. Even if the house was only a street away from the trainings grounds, Zack and Zoey had their quarters on them. Pratical sense first.

When she entered the room, Cloud, Reno, Zack, Elena and Vincent were already sitted eating the breakfast she knew Vincent had cooked. He was the only one that had excellent cooking skills. Cloud and Reno weren't so bad but Elena and Zack couldn't cook to save their lives. Just like her.

"Already up?" asked Reno. Just like Cloud and Zack he didn't look his age. No white strands running througth their hair, no rickles, still training each day they had kept their muscle tone and strength. Zoey smiled.

"Up with the sun, as always." she answered serving her self a large amout of food. For an unknown reason she ate like three men and didn't take a gram. "Who cooked?"

Cloud smiled. "Vincent, Elena wanted to but I didn't want us to get poisonned. "

"Hey! I'm not so bad!" she exclamed.

"No you almost killed Tseng with your food once, he threw up for three days." Reno said taking a sip of his steaming coffee.

Elena pouted like a kid. "Remind me why I named you head of Turks?" asked the red-haired vice-president.

She smirked. "Because I'm sexy?"

Cloud laughed. "Maybe but I don't think you're his type."

Zoey smiled and looked around the table. She caugth a romantic gaze between Vince and Zack. Well that's a new thing. She finished her plate and Vincent stood up. "Ready to go?" The young girl smiled. "Always." the trainee waved at everyone and left the room with the tall gunman.