Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII.
A/N: I got this idea spontaneously, so let's hope it doesn't flicker out just as spontaneously. Hope you like!
The Three R's
Prologue
It's been four years. Four years since the use of mako was banned. Four years since Shinra Inc. was destroyed. Four years since the collapse of Sector 7. Four years since the sound of screaming was drowned out only by the sound of metal crunching against metal and bone and flesh, since fire and smoke blotted out the only sky we'd ever known, since mothers and fathers and children were brutally crushed under a falling plate.
Four years since my parents shoved me through the gates to Sector 8 and told me to stay put while they rescued my little brother. Four years since the explosion shattered the bones in my legs, and I crawled through the rubble, bleeding and sobbing, only to find my mother's disembodied hand with her wedding ring.
Four years, and a wedding ring and memories are all I have left. A wedding ring, memories, and burning hatred, one that nothing will snuff out.
Nothing but Rufus Shinra's death.
It's been four years. And today, I will kill Rufus Shinra.