Well… like the summary says this is my attempt at doing a reincarnation
fanfic thing. Why do you ask? I'm probably the only one who wonders what
happens to a person after they die. But oh well.
This is also probably this only fic with so many different cultural aspects from all over the world. By that I mean there's going to be things from at least three countries, Japan, America, France and whole bunch of them. The world fascinates me and I like to learn things like this. Unfortunately, I don't know everything about the countries of Earth. So if I get something wrong in language, customs, anything like that, you, the reader should at least tell me and I'll fix it.
You probably think I'm crazy, but doing something like this gives me a challenge. And I enjoy challenges, so NYAH!!!!!!! *Does raspberry anime- style while doing eyelid thing* Ahem… well, I mean that this is a good chance for me to test what I can do in writing. So without further ado, I implore you to go ahead and read this.
Kardro: But before that, Shadowfox doesn't own any of the Final Fantasies except for this plot.
It was that same dream sequence again. None of the images were quite clear, but clear enough that one could tell objects apart.
He always found himself in a dark, gigantic cave. The walls radiated with torches, lit with blue fire but not enough to light the entire place. In the center was some hulking form; a huge monster that radiated with some negative energy that an ordinary person could tell it had the liability to destroy the world.
He wasn't alone in the cave. The visions weren't that clear, he could make out the images of his classmates and friends. There were some other people, and odd beasts, he didn't know alongside all of them. Everyone was dressed strangely and wielded even stranger looking weapons, including him.
Although the sounds were almost muted, he could tell that the monster in the center of the room was 'talking' to them, in a mocking voice. Its voice was somewhat telepathic; whenever it 'spoke' all the others in the room they seemed to tense and go into a fighting position. Some were more ready than others, others more apprehensive.
But then, as the monster finished its mental speech, then tension in the cave broke as a blonde, that looked the oddest in the area, went charging in for a physical attack, his gloved hands ready to strike.
But the attack never came. The creature's huge limbs performed a single uppercut, easily catching the blonde and flinging him carelessly into the air. When the boy landed, he would never rise again.
The dreamer felt himself screaming in rage at the sight of the dead fighter. Several others around him gave out similar cries of anger. The other people around him stared in horror, until another person decided to take action.
Aiming a gun that encompassed his arm, the large man started shooting rounds of bullets to the beast. But that was short lived, as the monster rammed its tail into the gunman, causing him to fly into the wall of the stone cave, with such a force that caused a cracks to appear around the once willing to fight man.
Others also began issued their rage at what happened, and again another charged in for an attack. This time a blonde girl, with a strange weapon shaped like a claw of some sort, tossed a small round object to the beast and causing a fiery explosion. As the smoke cleared, the monster was unfazed and again, it swiped a clawed hand at the girl. The girl tried to escape, but it was too late. It hit her and she was sent flying until she too was rammed into a wall, dead.
This time, the whole room was in pure rage. Everyone was preparing some sort of an attack.
A giant bolt of lightning hit the monster, several rounds of bullets were blasted to the creature, several close range attacks with swords (one was his), another with fists, long pointed weapons, and an assortment to different weapons.
But these attacks couldn't affect the monstrosity. The dreamer saw more and more people fall. A woman in a short cut, black dress. A lion-like beast. A blonde man with goggles. A teenager in a cowboy outfit. Another young woman in a short blue, tee shirt. A red four-legged beast. Another girl with curled brown hair. A man with odd-looking red hair and several others were wiped out in less than thirty seconds. Although he had no idea whom she was, the one that affected him the most was a girl with long, raven hair in a long blue jacket.
He soon found himself staring in horror at the beast in front of him. All around, bodies of his former comrades littered the ground. The only people that was still living was himself, a spiky headed blonde with a gigantic sword, and another blonde with a blue sword that seemed to be made out of water. Both had as terrified looks on as he knew he had. They would join their friends soon…
"Soon, I shall rule over ALL of your pitiful worlds. Enjoy the last moments of your pathetic lives," the beast smirked as it sent one last psychic message (the only message that was clear to the dreamer) to them before raising its arms for some attack.
At that point, the dreamer found himself being pummeled by some invisible force, which felt like it was tearing out his insides and ripping his mind apart. He screamed until a white light engulfed his body. And then, there was nothing…
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"Squall! Squall!! Hey!! Wake up!!"
His eyes snapped open to find himself staring back into soft brown ones. Mom.
Squall's mother sighed, "Ohayou gozaimas, Squall. You were having bad dreams again."
He sat upright in his bed, wiped the sweat from his forehead and started to think about the dreams. These nightmares had been happening for two weeks in a row. The diligent Japanese student would always get these dreams, right when he fell asleep. They were very disturbing for him. But then again, nightmares like this would be terrible for any High School student who got only four hours of sleep a night would be afraid as well. But TWO weeks in a row? THAT was pure torture.
His mother's voice brought Squall back into reality, "Come on honey, and get ready for school. You know how impatient your friends can be when they're waiting for you. Don't worry, I'll make sure your miso soup doesn't get cold."
"Arigato Mom," he replied.
He yawned and stretched and headed for the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, get a jumpstart for his system. He needed it, for a new student was coming to school, and he was the class representative to help them get around.
As he wiped away the clear water from his face, he stepped back to check his reflection. Steely blue eyes, under unruly dark brown hair, stared back at him in the mirror. Squall was slightly tall for a Japanese boy and had some muscle in him, mostly from his tae-kwon-do practices. Many girls at school thought the tall boy was handsome, but none tried to ask him out because of the strong stoic nature he possessed. Or perhaps that was the scar in the bridge of his nose, a result of some accident that happened when he was young. Some girls thought the scar made him cute, but then again they probably some of those Rurouni Kenshin fanatics…
Exiting the bathroom, he went to get dressed in his usual school uniform, his mind then wandered back to the dream again. He couldn't understand why they involved his friends, what they have to do with the nightmares? Seeing your friends die in a dream isn't something you'd want to deal with either. Strong as he was, he shuddered slightly at the horrendous thoughts, hoping they would never happen.
But then again, why should Squall Uesugi, the best martial artist of Hiyoshigaoka High School, worry over a silly dream? It wasn't like him. It was like one of those gory manga books his best friend often shoved into his face.
He sighed once more, shaking his head from the thoughts of the dream, and began to wonder what this Thursday might bring to him. As he was to find out, it was going to be much more than it seemed…
Yay! Finally my fics have some action in them!!! Huh? What do you mean I bored your socks off? Err… never mind.
Shadow: Hmm… I hope I got my Japanese right. There are not enough romaji translators out there…
Squall: I can't believe you made me do that.
Shadow: What? All you did was speak a bit of Japanese and stuff.
Squall: *glaring* Yes… But I don't like fanfic writers like you…
Shadow: ?
Squall: Whatever, I'm outta here. *Leaves*
Shadow: I don't think my main character likes me…
This is also probably this only fic with so many different cultural aspects from all over the world. By that I mean there's going to be things from at least three countries, Japan, America, France and whole bunch of them. The world fascinates me and I like to learn things like this. Unfortunately, I don't know everything about the countries of Earth. So if I get something wrong in language, customs, anything like that, you, the reader should at least tell me and I'll fix it.
You probably think I'm crazy, but doing something like this gives me a challenge. And I enjoy challenges, so NYAH!!!!!!! *Does raspberry anime- style while doing eyelid thing* Ahem… well, I mean that this is a good chance for me to test what I can do in writing. So without further ado, I implore you to go ahead and read this.
Kardro: But before that, Shadowfox doesn't own any of the Final Fantasies except for this plot.
It was that same dream sequence again. None of the images were quite clear, but clear enough that one could tell objects apart.
He always found himself in a dark, gigantic cave. The walls radiated with torches, lit with blue fire but not enough to light the entire place. In the center was some hulking form; a huge monster that radiated with some negative energy that an ordinary person could tell it had the liability to destroy the world.
He wasn't alone in the cave. The visions weren't that clear, he could make out the images of his classmates and friends. There were some other people, and odd beasts, he didn't know alongside all of them. Everyone was dressed strangely and wielded even stranger looking weapons, including him.
Although the sounds were almost muted, he could tell that the monster in the center of the room was 'talking' to them, in a mocking voice. Its voice was somewhat telepathic; whenever it 'spoke' all the others in the room they seemed to tense and go into a fighting position. Some were more ready than others, others more apprehensive.
But then, as the monster finished its mental speech, then tension in the cave broke as a blonde, that looked the oddest in the area, went charging in for a physical attack, his gloved hands ready to strike.
But the attack never came. The creature's huge limbs performed a single uppercut, easily catching the blonde and flinging him carelessly into the air. When the boy landed, he would never rise again.
The dreamer felt himself screaming in rage at the sight of the dead fighter. Several others around him gave out similar cries of anger. The other people around him stared in horror, until another person decided to take action.
Aiming a gun that encompassed his arm, the large man started shooting rounds of bullets to the beast. But that was short lived, as the monster rammed its tail into the gunman, causing him to fly into the wall of the stone cave, with such a force that caused a cracks to appear around the once willing to fight man.
Others also began issued their rage at what happened, and again another charged in for an attack. This time a blonde girl, with a strange weapon shaped like a claw of some sort, tossed a small round object to the beast and causing a fiery explosion. As the smoke cleared, the monster was unfazed and again, it swiped a clawed hand at the girl. The girl tried to escape, but it was too late. It hit her and she was sent flying until she too was rammed into a wall, dead.
This time, the whole room was in pure rage. Everyone was preparing some sort of an attack.
A giant bolt of lightning hit the monster, several rounds of bullets were blasted to the creature, several close range attacks with swords (one was his), another with fists, long pointed weapons, and an assortment to different weapons.
But these attacks couldn't affect the monstrosity. The dreamer saw more and more people fall. A woman in a short cut, black dress. A lion-like beast. A blonde man with goggles. A teenager in a cowboy outfit. Another young woman in a short blue, tee shirt. A red four-legged beast. Another girl with curled brown hair. A man with odd-looking red hair and several others were wiped out in less than thirty seconds. Although he had no idea whom she was, the one that affected him the most was a girl with long, raven hair in a long blue jacket.
He soon found himself staring in horror at the beast in front of him. All around, bodies of his former comrades littered the ground. The only people that was still living was himself, a spiky headed blonde with a gigantic sword, and another blonde with a blue sword that seemed to be made out of water. Both had as terrified looks on as he knew he had. They would join their friends soon…
"Soon, I shall rule over ALL of your pitiful worlds. Enjoy the last moments of your pathetic lives," the beast smirked as it sent one last psychic message (the only message that was clear to the dreamer) to them before raising its arms for some attack.
At that point, the dreamer found himself being pummeled by some invisible force, which felt like it was tearing out his insides and ripping his mind apart. He screamed until a white light engulfed his body. And then, there was nothing…
--------------------
"Squall! Squall!! Hey!! Wake up!!"
His eyes snapped open to find himself staring back into soft brown ones. Mom.
Squall's mother sighed, "Ohayou gozaimas, Squall. You were having bad dreams again."
He sat upright in his bed, wiped the sweat from his forehead and started to think about the dreams. These nightmares had been happening for two weeks in a row. The diligent Japanese student would always get these dreams, right when he fell asleep. They were very disturbing for him. But then again, nightmares like this would be terrible for any High School student who got only four hours of sleep a night would be afraid as well. But TWO weeks in a row? THAT was pure torture.
His mother's voice brought Squall back into reality, "Come on honey, and get ready for school. You know how impatient your friends can be when they're waiting for you. Don't worry, I'll make sure your miso soup doesn't get cold."
"Arigato Mom," he replied.
He yawned and stretched and headed for the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, get a jumpstart for his system. He needed it, for a new student was coming to school, and he was the class representative to help them get around.
As he wiped away the clear water from his face, he stepped back to check his reflection. Steely blue eyes, under unruly dark brown hair, stared back at him in the mirror. Squall was slightly tall for a Japanese boy and had some muscle in him, mostly from his tae-kwon-do practices. Many girls at school thought the tall boy was handsome, but none tried to ask him out because of the strong stoic nature he possessed. Or perhaps that was the scar in the bridge of his nose, a result of some accident that happened when he was young. Some girls thought the scar made him cute, but then again they probably some of those Rurouni Kenshin fanatics…
Exiting the bathroom, he went to get dressed in his usual school uniform, his mind then wandered back to the dream again. He couldn't understand why they involved his friends, what they have to do with the nightmares? Seeing your friends die in a dream isn't something you'd want to deal with either. Strong as he was, he shuddered slightly at the horrendous thoughts, hoping they would never happen.
But then again, why should Squall Uesugi, the best martial artist of Hiyoshigaoka High School, worry over a silly dream? It wasn't like him. It was like one of those gory manga books his best friend often shoved into his face.
He sighed once more, shaking his head from the thoughts of the dream, and began to wonder what this Thursday might bring to him. As he was to find out, it was going to be much more than it seemed…
Yay! Finally my fics have some action in them!!! Huh? What do you mean I bored your socks off? Err… never mind.
Shadow: Hmm… I hope I got my Japanese right. There are not enough romaji translators out there…
Squall: I can't believe you made me do that.
Shadow: What? All you did was speak a bit of Japanese and stuff.
Squall: *glaring* Yes… But I don't like fanfic writers like you…
Shadow: ?
Squall: Whatever, I'm outta here. *Leaves*
Shadow: I don't think my main character likes me…