Hey all, this fiction may be a little weird at first and I think Tifa a Little OOC…

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children.

Holding out for a Hero

By Free The Dancing Lamas

Chapter One:

Il bisbiglio mortale

I've been travelling for about three days now…I'm pissed, tired and in a very bad mood. The guy at the petrol station isn't exactly helping my PMS and let's face, this week has been a screwball. I've just asked the guy at the desk if he knows where Midgar is…so far he's managed to say two words to me "It's west" duh, I mean I knew that before I came here…I was hoping for more of an expansion other than two words…The kid behind me is more annoying than Denzel and Marlene when they want ice-cream. "Hey lady, why you wearing all black?" "Hey lady you could just ask for a map" He has a point, but I do not want a map, I want directions and this guy is making me more determined to have these directions, I will have my directions!

I've given up all hope; I left the place and decided to take a map. I need to get to Midgar, and am now on the desert crack road.

I've just chucked my map onto the road…

five days later…

I will never…NEVER…. listen to Cloud again. NEVER. Because if it weren't for his encouragement I would never have taken after the family job…destroying obscenely-large-creatures-who-one-would-of-thought-never-existed, you know like those fairy-tail creatures, the ones you read about all the time, witches, werewolves, vampires, monsters who terrorise the village.

I guess that's not the point, but I'm finally in Midgar after five gruelling days of travel and I've never been so happy to see civilisation. People just don't hide staring at people do they? Do people really know me that well in these parts? I thought they just new me as the bartender of Seventh Heaven…Obviously not anymore. They're all muttering Il bisbiglio mortale…the deadly whisper…now I know what your thinking, wow they've even given her a title, she's probably just another perfect girl. Well Hold you phone, my life pretty much sucks, the fact that they refer to me as the deadly whisper, in another language already gives one factor to these people, that I am dangerous and cannot be trusted…which let's face it…the fact that I kill for a living makes these people fear me, even if I am protecting them, they fear me.

Ok so this chapter is short and kinda weird, but I hate start of chapters…they're usually the worst…anyway please review.