Hello everyone!
It's been so long since I've written anything on this account, but now I'm starting to have more time available to write! I've finally decided to write a Final Fantasy 7 story, and I hope that I bring even a little bit of fun to anyone who reads this. I would prefer constructive criticism to flames, thank you.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy 7 and its respective (and awesome) characters to not belong to me.
There was no way in hell this was happening.
"It's only supposed to happen with the flickering television and eerie blue light." She muttered to herself.
"I assure you, I'm quite real." The figure retorted calmly, her heart-shaped face giving off a hint of her sweet disposition. She clasped her hands together, as if she was praying.
"Recognize this pose?"
The other figure scoffed. Off course she knew that pose; praying HOLY was not hard to distinguish to a final fantasy seven follower.
Especially with this certain Cetra…
"It's your HOLY prayer. Anything else, Aerith-san?"
Aerith bit her lip in concentration. Then she smiled again, childish fascination on her face.
"What was Zack's nickname as a SOLDIER in ShinRa?"
"The puppy of course."
"And Sephiroth's 'mother?"
"Genova? What about her? Or did you mean Lucrecia?"
Aerith giggled into the palm of your hand. "Perfect, you're hired!" she exclaimed, her braid bouncing behind her.
The figure raised her eyebrow; Aerith's antiques were mostly unknown to her.
After all, her only observation of her had been based duly on the final fantasy seven games.
"Aerith, you're not even real. And if you were, I'd be gushing to you about right now. Besides, why all the questions?"
Aerith nodded, looking off in the distance nonchalantly. "Off course you'd want to know that." She turned to look at the other figure directly, a gleam in her clear green eyes.
"What if I told you that the world of The Planet was real?"
"I wouldn't believe you."
"What about that Zack and Cloud were alive and human?"
"That even less."
"Why?"
The figure replied curtly. "There is no way in hell that men that sexy can be real."
There was a pause, before Aerith burst into a fit of laughter, which led to her holding her stomach for fear of falling onto the ground and crushing the illusion of her precious flowers.
The figure's oval face broke into a smile. No one could really be irritated by Aerith.
Even if she was a dream created by the brain's REM stage of sleep.
Aerith then straightened up, before turning back to the unnamed figure, a solemn disposure pronounced by her new serious expression.
"Well, whether you believe me or not, I want you to do me a favor."
The figure sighed, shaking her head slowly. Her behavior was actually quite anomalous.
"Aerith, none of you are real! Don't I wish! What would this favor do?"
Aerith's reply sent chills down her spine.
" You would prevent Zack Fair from receiving his untimely death at the hands of the ShinRa army."
