Healing Souls

Author: Kira-chan

Part: Sequel to Damaged Souls

Disclaimer: I own not. Not making any money either

Pairings: CloudxVincent, eventual CxVxS

Summery: "And the Sephy came back the very next daaaaaay" Guess who's back? Returned to accomplish a mission. But it's not what the gang thinks it is.

Rating: R

Warnings: Hmm The rating IS for the lime that will be in here. Language where needed, otherwise a pretty clean fic.

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" There, I have finally done it. What you ask? 'Tis simple really. The healing of my current wielder's Soul. I have set in motion the events that will completely heal him and those closest to him. It was no easy task to set up, I assure you. After all my Mistress was loath to part with him at the this time, not after getting back. She never got to know this child of hers. Stolen from her before his birth by that foreign hag. Even though her blood, perverted by human science, ran through his vains. He was still set apart from her by that Alien WITCH. Jenova."

The melodic female voice stops her narration and looks at her audience. She saw their confusion written on their faces. She chuckled good naturedly.

"Hmmm I've seem to have lost you. Do not worry little ones, all will come clear shortly. Now who is my mistress you ask? Why the planet! Duh! Yet I say I have a wielder? Why yes I do, Your point? I can't have both!? Hmm well I can. I guess I should introduce myself eh? I am the Ultima WEAPON. The ultimate weapon and Guardian of the Planet. I have had many wielders. Cecil the white Paladin, King Edgar Figaro and his knight Companion to name a few. My theory was proven right about that last one. But that's a different tale. Heh. With their help an courage I have protected my Mistress to the best of my abilities, when she finally decides to utilize me that is.

Eh? Everybody knows that the Ultima weapon is just a sword??? That IS the form I usually take. There is no need for them to know they wield a sentient weapon. Such knowledge would be detrimental to my duties. Oh and call me a dumb Onna again and I'll throw Ya into the life stream."

Her gold and silver cat like eyes glare at the offender until he cringes back. Her gaze shifts to the others in her audience, "No more interruptions. Understand?" They not and settle down.

Smirking slightly, she leaned back in her easy boy chair, after making sure her white wings where safely out of the way.

"Now, I've helped kill Kefka, Gobelez (sp?) in Cecil's time and many others who got in my way. But never have I killed somebody then pleaded with my mistress for their release. Until now. *sighs* When the wishes and soul searing agony of my current wielder became too great to ignore. His and his mate's pain reverberates though me, making it so that I have no choice but to help in any way I can. Nani? who is my wielder, you ask? I didn't tell you that yet? Damn I must be getting old. Oi! I didn't here you brat. What was that about dinosaurs? Didn't your mother ever tell you NOT to comment on a ladies age? What Lady? I can have ya grounded ya know! Don't look at me like that or would you like to spend some time in the life stream?"

She glared at him, not disarmed at all by his charming grin, "Whatever! Anywho my current wielder ... Well he's got blond spiky hair, a verrry fine visique, I'm not at all surprised that Vincent fell hard for the bishonen, And his name is Cloud Strife.....

TBC