Under the Guiltless Sun
A DEDICATION and a FORWARD
"Under the Guiltless Sun" is written for the coolest person I know on the Southern Hemisphere. Her SN is Freya. (I hope I spelt that right.) She has been going through a lot of horrible, hard shit lately, and I know that she really, really enjoyed "Rats in the Sun," so for her- I am making it into a series- in hopes that these stories, will, even for just a little while, get her mind off of things.
I really enjoyed writing "The Headless Aftermath and Other Rats in the Sun." But right after I finished writing it, it seems that me a lot a couple other people had a long spout of really, really, bad luck. My friend, the one I mentioned, was going through some tough things, and I myself got infected with a nasty string of bacteria that cost me my hearing in my right ear- hopefully it's only temporary. Because of that, I don't have the physical of mental energy to continue writing 'Under the Cosmo Candle.' Instead of writing a whole new plot line and characters, it would be easier for me to just prolong 'Rats in the Sun.' That is what the Sun series is going to be. As far as how many volumes it's going to be, your clue is as good as guess as mine. It's going to be however long it takes to tell the story.
I hope that it's just as enjoyable for you all as it is to me.
The end of the Sun series is going to mark the end of my fanfiction writing for a little while.
As always, I welcome all reviews and e-mails, including flames. (I just take the flames and warm my ass with them.)
Your recovering writer,
~PD
PART TWO: Under the Guiltless Sun-
A follow-up to, "The Headless Aftermath and Other Rats in the Sun"
Volume II of the 'Sun' series
Nanaki saw her in a vision.
He has tasted many things in dreams; but the wonder of her smelt more gorgeous than a sun rise.
Nothing was so beautiful.
She was more lithe than a doe running through the brisk, blue dawn. She was cleaner than the hills. She was beyond poetry.
He closed his golden eyes, and shook his head gently.
Was there even a name for this creature? She was too perfect to be human.
Her greatest flaw was there was none.
"Oh great ancestors, Seto, Mana-ki, old, great, and powerful Gi tribe, this is your son, One-Who-Speaks-With-Many-Tongues, Nanaki, Grandfather! please, please, tell me the meaning of this vision!" Nanaki prayed deeply to the Cosmo Candle. "Who is she who haunts my dreams nightly?"
~
"Hmm.. hmmm...
She came in through the window,
She came in through the sea,
Oh, with the wind she blow,
Just to come and see me.
Her eyes were sky blue,
Her skin white, and her hair gold,
I gave her my heart, hoping she would be true,
But like the sea, her soul was cold.
Hmm.. hm.
Please beware of a woman's way,
They come to kill.
Like a passing cloud, they never stay,
Perhaps it is a sick thrill.
But it is this chase,
That I love the fun.
This endless race,
My quest for love is never done.
Something evil this way comes."
"Is that true, Vincent?"
"I-hm?" Vincent stopped singing, and lowered his harmonica.
"Fact is, I didn't even know you were musical." Yuffie lowered her chin to rest upon her arms that were coiled about her knees.
The camp fire reflected like glass in her tiered eyes.
"Is what true?" He asked in a monotone voice.
"Are you still looking for love?" She grinned like a child, and looked at him.
As he paused to answer, the cackling of the fire laughed and snapped. He simply stared back at her, with a graveyard in his red eyes.
"No." He said flatly. He dropped his eyes to his harmonica, hating it, for he could not play it properly. One needs two sets of hands to play the complexes harmonica well. Sure, one could get the basics out- but it would be nearly impossible without special parts to attach it to your neck to play it one handily and get out the techniques.
"It's just a song, Yuffie. Nothing more." He sniffed. The cool night air smelt of burnt embers and pine trees.
"I know. I know it's just a song. Did you write it? I didn't even know you were musical, really." She curled up beside the fire, resting her head upon her arm.
"Yes. I wrote it. ... And yes, I enjoy music." He turned away, wondering why he felt slightly offended at the conversation. Then, he lowered his eyes to his claw; it prevented him from doing so many things. He resented it- for it was not mechanical. There were five slabs of steel hanging there taunting him- meant to look something like fingers. But they were not him; he could not flex those fingers. It was like a glove with no hand inside.
"What instruments do you play?" She asked offhandedly while yawning.
"Acoustic guitar, bass, classical guitar..." He covered his mouth for a yawn as well, "Harmonica, piano, harpsichord, organ, mandolin, violin- but not very well- viola, I can pretend to play the flute and clarinet..."
Yuffie giggled, "PRETEND?"
"Uh, I don't play them well." He replied in a hidden smile. He dropped his face while grinning, "But I can huff out a few notes on them. I like string instruments."
"And you write music too?" Yuffie asked him while scratching her knee.
"Sure. And the lyrics." He said while beginning to slouch.
"But the piano isn't a string instrument." Yuffie slapped her arm, thinking a bug landed on her.
"Sure it is. There are strings inside. Little hammers hit them, and that's how it makes a sound- to put it simply." He titled his head back, and rested his good arm upon his concave stomach. He spoke while staring into the night star speckled sky.
"That doesn't count." She grunted, not quite grasping the mechanics of a piano.
Vincent replied with a sigh, letting himself become lost in the sea of midnight blue- truly not wanting to waste the effort and argue with Yuffie.
"Vincent?" She lolled her head over and looked at him with half closed eyes.
He raised his attention to her politely.
With a soft, sleep drenched voice, she asked, "Will you sing me another song until I fall asleep but with NO harmonica?"
Reluctantly, he complied.
"Know I am not a star,
But, know I am not far,
Know that I am a night,
But know that---..."
~
Tifa's Diary
August 31, 2005
Dear Diary,
It's been a long time since you and I have talked. Let me just give you the run down since my last entry. Cloud and I have been seeing each other for the past year. After two months of long distance dating, I decided to move in with him. It was just getting too expensive and too hard to keep traveling back and forth on the weekends to see each other.
The money isn't the problem. Turns out that Cloud has a lot more money than he ever let on- left overs from "The Incident." I quit my job at the day care when I moved in. I really miss those little kids. I even miss the awful smells, believe it or not.
I miss my friends from Niblehiem. I really, really miss my best friend, Barret. You know, I thought that after I'd move in, that I'd stop missing him. I forgot to tell you, Dear Diary, that Barret told me that he was in love with me. I told him that I had feelings for Cloud. I really, really, hurt him bad.
And so here I am, I choose love over friendship, but, like, it's just not the same. We don't talk as much anymore- even though we are all on good terms.
I'm just not as happy as I thought I'd be. That's why I'm writing to you again, Dairy.
I can't even describe it. I'm lonely. Even with Cloud here. I miss Barret. I miss Marlene. I don't love him like I love Cloud... Or do I? I don't know. I can't picture it, Dairy. I don't know what I want. I don't know WHO I want. Maybe I should be by myself. But I do love Cloud, I DO...
Here is another thing. Promise you won't tell anyone, Dairy. I was almost not going to write this... but... I met this other guy. I knew him from a long time ago, when I lived and worked in Midgar at the 7th Heaven before it was crushed... But I met him again, here is Costa del Sol. His name is Johnny.
I can't tell Cloud, and of course I won't ACT on anything, but, he sure has grown up. He's sort of cute, red hair, darker skin. Looks like he worked out and got a tan or something. I think his last name is Highwind. Weird, huh? I wonder if they are related. Sins of the father.
Oh well. I'm going to stop writing like the little schoolgirl that I sometimes am, and go to bed. Good night, Dairy.
Always and forever yours,
Tifa Lockheart
A DEDICATION and a FORWARD
"Under the Guiltless Sun" is written for the coolest person I know on the Southern Hemisphere. Her SN is Freya. (I hope I spelt that right.) She has been going through a lot of horrible, hard shit lately, and I know that she really, really enjoyed "Rats in the Sun," so for her- I am making it into a series- in hopes that these stories, will, even for just a little while, get her mind off of things.
I really enjoyed writing "The Headless Aftermath and Other Rats in the Sun." But right after I finished writing it, it seems that me a lot a couple other people had a long spout of really, really, bad luck. My friend, the one I mentioned, was going through some tough things, and I myself got infected with a nasty string of bacteria that cost me my hearing in my right ear- hopefully it's only temporary. Because of that, I don't have the physical of mental energy to continue writing 'Under the Cosmo Candle.' Instead of writing a whole new plot line and characters, it would be easier for me to just prolong 'Rats in the Sun.' That is what the Sun series is going to be. As far as how many volumes it's going to be, your clue is as good as guess as mine. It's going to be however long it takes to tell the story.
I hope that it's just as enjoyable for you all as it is to me.
The end of the Sun series is going to mark the end of my fanfiction writing for a little while.
As always, I welcome all reviews and e-mails, including flames. (I just take the flames and warm my ass with them.)
Your recovering writer,
~PD
PART TWO: Under the Guiltless Sun-
A follow-up to, "The Headless Aftermath and Other Rats in the Sun"
Volume II of the 'Sun' series
Nanaki saw her in a vision.
He has tasted many things in dreams; but the wonder of her smelt more gorgeous than a sun rise.
Nothing was so beautiful.
She was more lithe than a doe running through the brisk, blue dawn. She was cleaner than the hills. She was beyond poetry.
He closed his golden eyes, and shook his head gently.
Was there even a name for this creature? She was too perfect to be human.
Her greatest flaw was there was none.
"Oh great ancestors, Seto, Mana-ki, old, great, and powerful Gi tribe, this is your son, One-Who-Speaks-With-Many-Tongues, Nanaki, Grandfather! please, please, tell me the meaning of this vision!" Nanaki prayed deeply to the Cosmo Candle. "Who is she who haunts my dreams nightly?"
~
"Hmm.. hmmm...
She came in through the window,
She came in through the sea,
Oh, with the wind she blow,
Just to come and see me.
Her eyes were sky blue,
Her skin white, and her hair gold,
I gave her my heart, hoping she would be true,
But like the sea, her soul was cold.
Hmm.. hm.
Please beware of a woman's way,
They come to kill.
Like a passing cloud, they never stay,
Perhaps it is a sick thrill.
But it is this chase,
That I love the fun.
This endless race,
My quest for love is never done.
Something evil this way comes."
"Is that true, Vincent?"
"I-hm?" Vincent stopped singing, and lowered his harmonica.
"Fact is, I didn't even know you were musical." Yuffie lowered her chin to rest upon her arms that were coiled about her knees.
The camp fire reflected like glass in her tiered eyes.
"Is what true?" He asked in a monotone voice.
"Are you still looking for love?" She grinned like a child, and looked at him.
As he paused to answer, the cackling of the fire laughed and snapped. He simply stared back at her, with a graveyard in his red eyes.
"No." He said flatly. He dropped his eyes to his harmonica, hating it, for he could not play it properly. One needs two sets of hands to play the complexes harmonica well. Sure, one could get the basics out- but it would be nearly impossible without special parts to attach it to your neck to play it one handily and get out the techniques.
"It's just a song, Yuffie. Nothing more." He sniffed. The cool night air smelt of burnt embers and pine trees.
"I know. I know it's just a song. Did you write it? I didn't even know you were musical, really." She curled up beside the fire, resting her head upon her arm.
"Yes. I wrote it. ... And yes, I enjoy music." He turned away, wondering why he felt slightly offended at the conversation. Then, he lowered his eyes to his claw; it prevented him from doing so many things. He resented it- for it was not mechanical. There were five slabs of steel hanging there taunting him- meant to look something like fingers. But they were not him; he could not flex those fingers. It was like a glove with no hand inside.
"What instruments do you play?" She asked offhandedly while yawning.
"Acoustic guitar, bass, classical guitar..." He covered his mouth for a yawn as well, "Harmonica, piano, harpsichord, organ, mandolin, violin- but not very well- viola, I can pretend to play the flute and clarinet..."
Yuffie giggled, "PRETEND?"
"Uh, I don't play them well." He replied in a hidden smile. He dropped his face while grinning, "But I can huff out a few notes on them. I like string instruments."
"And you write music too?" Yuffie asked him while scratching her knee.
"Sure. And the lyrics." He said while beginning to slouch.
"But the piano isn't a string instrument." Yuffie slapped her arm, thinking a bug landed on her.
"Sure it is. There are strings inside. Little hammers hit them, and that's how it makes a sound- to put it simply." He titled his head back, and rested his good arm upon his concave stomach. He spoke while staring into the night star speckled sky.
"That doesn't count." She grunted, not quite grasping the mechanics of a piano.
Vincent replied with a sigh, letting himself become lost in the sea of midnight blue- truly not wanting to waste the effort and argue with Yuffie.
"Vincent?" She lolled her head over and looked at him with half closed eyes.
He raised his attention to her politely.
With a soft, sleep drenched voice, she asked, "Will you sing me another song until I fall asleep but with NO harmonica?"
Reluctantly, he complied.
"Know I am not a star,
But, know I am not far,
Know that I am a night,
But know that---..."
~
Tifa's Diary
August 31, 2005
Dear Diary,
It's been a long time since you and I have talked. Let me just give you the run down since my last entry. Cloud and I have been seeing each other for the past year. After two months of long distance dating, I decided to move in with him. It was just getting too expensive and too hard to keep traveling back and forth on the weekends to see each other.
The money isn't the problem. Turns out that Cloud has a lot more money than he ever let on- left overs from "The Incident." I quit my job at the day care when I moved in. I really miss those little kids. I even miss the awful smells, believe it or not.
I miss my friends from Niblehiem. I really, really miss my best friend, Barret. You know, I thought that after I'd move in, that I'd stop missing him. I forgot to tell you, Dear Diary, that Barret told me that he was in love with me. I told him that I had feelings for Cloud. I really, really, hurt him bad.
And so here I am, I choose love over friendship, but, like, it's just not the same. We don't talk as much anymore- even though we are all on good terms.
I'm just not as happy as I thought I'd be. That's why I'm writing to you again, Dairy.
I can't even describe it. I'm lonely. Even with Cloud here. I miss Barret. I miss Marlene. I don't love him like I love Cloud... Or do I? I don't know. I can't picture it, Dairy. I don't know what I want. I don't know WHO I want. Maybe I should be by myself. But I do love Cloud, I DO...
Here is another thing. Promise you won't tell anyone, Dairy. I was almost not going to write this... but... I met this other guy. I knew him from a long time ago, when I lived and worked in Midgar at the 7th Heaven before it was crushed... But I met him again, here is Costa del Sol. His name is Johnny.
I can't tell Cloud, and of course I won't ACT on anything, but, he sure has grown up. He's sort of cute, red hair, darker skin. Looks like he worked out and got a tan or something. I think his last name is Highwind. Weird, huh? I wonder if they are related. Sins of the father.
Oh well. I'm going to stop writing like the little schoolgirl that I sometimes am, and go to bed. Good night, Dairy.
Always and forever yours,
Tifa Lockheart