Disclaimer
The characters that are used in this Fan Fiction were created and are owned by Square-Enix. This does not have anything to do with my idea of Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children, although I have taken the 'Star Scar' Syndrome and have shaped it into something that could contribute to the story. Everything in this Fan Fiction is entirely fictional. Now, on to the Fan Fic!
Chapter I
The low chatter of many people could be heard throughout the high-class restaurant as waiters swiftly ran back and fourth, fetching various things for the upper-class crowd.
"What a bunch of snobs," shethought to herself, "all of them. Thinking just because they have more money to do anything with that they can own the world. Disgusting…" She finished, swirling her spoon through the cup of coffee she had ordered. Picking it up, she pursed her lips, allowing the hot liquid to enter her mouth and slowly savor the rich taste. Before putting down the drink, she allowed herself to look at the reflection in the dark liquid. Staring back at her was a young woman, her long black hair flowing over her shoulders. Her brown eyes were filled with emptiness, causing her to quickly return the cup to the table. She silently thought to herself how things didn't used to be that way. She used to be so happy, and full of life. All that remained was a bitter woman that was far too mature for her own good. Her hair had grown out far longer than she ever would have kept it in her former life, and now reached to her waist. A small frown came over her face as she continued to recollect old memories.
"Lady Kisaragi, I presume?" A man's voice said, causing her to snap back into reality. She looked up to the man, who was dressed in a common black suit with his medium-length hair combed back neatly. "Forgive me for my intrusion. Am I interrupting something?" He asked with a formal tone, as he remained standing.
"Nai." She replied, motioning to the seat on the opposite side of the finely made cherry wood table. "Please, seat yourself." With a curt nod, the man did so. "I assume that you have a job for me, sir?"
"Yes, in fact I do." He replied, sliding a folder across the desk so that she could have access to it. She slowly picked the tan colored folder up and allowed it to open. Inside of the folder was the mug shot of a young man with long white hair draped over his shoulders. Simply by looking at his eyes, it was very obvious that he had some ties to ShinRa due to the fact that his pupils were oddly shaped, meaning that he had been exposed to a small amount of Mako.
"The man's name is Ivan McAndrews. He escaped from Midgar's Prison two years ago when Meteor struck. He was presumed dead, but I have had several insiders that have persuaded me that he is alive and well.
"I see." Yuffie said quietly as she continued to review the records enclosed in the file.
"This one is no normal escaped convict, Miss Kisaragi. As you can tell, he served in SOLDIER for several years before the Mako obviously twisted his mind. As you can see here, he slaughtered his entire squad during a training exercise. No one saw it coming. They say he just snapped."
"He's not another Sephiroth. Nothing I can't handle." She replied, almost insulted by his gesture. "You let me worry about that. Dead or alive?"
"Alive if possible, but not necessary." He said as he leaned back in his chair. "We are not the police. We can bend the rules a bit more, since Midgar is no more."
Closing the file, Yuffie looked up to the man. "Fine. I'll take it, but it's going to cost you." She said bluntly.
"How much?"
"Five."
"Five what? Speak more clearly."
"Five hundred thousand Gil. No less."
The man chuckled as he rested his elbows on the table. "You always were one to be stubborn with her prices."
"I'm not kidding." She said as she sipped her coffee. "Take it or leave it. It makes no difference to me."
Clearing his throat, the man looked blankly ahead as he thought of her offer. After thinking it over, he finally smiled to her. "Very well. You have yourself a deal."