Spoiled Yet Selfless

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy characters are owned by Squaresoft and not by me yadda, yadda, yadda. I you are reading this, then I pity you.

AN: I am trying to be original in my plot, but if you don't like this, then I'm sorry. Usually my expectations are so high, I can't even reach them. Also, I am a Cloud/Aeris fan, however, I try to keep my fanfics realistic, so there are always going to be Cloud/Tifa moments. I'm even avoiding Yuffie bashing, I only think it's fair. However, for you Vincent/Yuffie fans, I regret to say that you won't see anything of the kind in here. Why? I don't think they'd make a good couple. Yuffie is brash and energetic; Vincent is quite, dark, and almost gothic. Another thing, the rating might go up, especially since this one is based on madness. This WILL be twisted. Oh, and for those of you who downloaded game music on gamingforce, I suggest you play it. It sounds cool. I decided to try something new, where anything within the #'s signals game music. If you review, please tell me if you like this idea. And one more thing: I am VERY lazy, and tend to procrastinate quite a bit, so please, if you somehow happen to like my story, and I don't update, send me emails/IM me on AOL/ or bug me in your reviews to update. Be as rude as you'd like, because it'll be the only way to get me off my butt to work. However, be reasonable. I have school with lots of homework plus colorguard, and it is time consuming. I also tend to rewrite my work. Even so, feel free to IM with opinions and suggestions and comments.

Remember: #'s signal music.

Warning: Very twisted. Sadistic at some parts.

Now on to the friggin' story, that is, if you're still here. O_O

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#Xenogears – Omen#

She could have screamed into the darkness, and if people had been there, no one would notice. The dark was so black, her opening shining green eyes left no glow. She couldn't even see her hands. Her skin held no sense of touch, and yet, she felt cold. There was no wind, no color, no anything, except that she felt clammy. She had barely any energy, but she wasn't tired. In fact, it seemed to her that she was sleeping for centuries.

She knew she died. And it was that fact that confused her. And it was that one simple fact that went against all nature. Dead people can't feel. So why did she feel so cold? And where was she? When a person died, they headed to their Promised Land until it was time for them to be reborn. As far as she could tell, she was absolutely nowhere. Nothing to see, nothing to hear, and nowhere to move, for she simply floated in a slightly curled position. Her dress did not hang, nor did it sway. There was nothing here for her. This wasn't her Promised Land.

She blinked, trying to take in her situation. She was in an empty abyss, conjured of an absolute hole. Slowly, she remembered what had happened before her mind started to function. It was all coming back to her: Avalanche, the Temple of the Ancients, Holy, the Black Materia, Sephiroth, Jenova, Cloud, how the planet had told her of her duty in life… The simple duty of praying to an unknown yet awesome power that had taken her life. She was supposed to see what had happen after her untimely death, the ultimate choice of whether Holy would succeed or not all depending on her timing. But due to some reason, she saw none of it. It was like she was asleep for years. Who knew what the time was? It could be a week after Meteor, or three days prior to it. She didn't know, couldn't know. But how much she desired to know, to see what had happened to her friends, her enemies, and Meteor. Planet… she thought, and tried to reach out to it, praying to it to find questions to her answers.

No response.

The girl stopped, and tried again. Still no answer. What if Meteor had destroyed the Planet, and that was why she was in a blank pit of nothingness? She trembled slightly. Never before had she felt such an awkward form of fear. If that was the case, then she was probably going to spend the rest of eternity within this hellhole. She shook herself, suddenly feeling ashamed of her cowardliness. Never before had she lost hope, why lose it now? It was then that she realized how dependent she was on the Planet, always asking for guidance. Sure, she could stand on her own two feet, but with Planet always leading the way, no wonder she felt so weak. She needed to find out was going on, and to find a way out of there. But how do you leave a dream with no beginning, and no end?

For what seemed like days she laid there, deep in thought. She had tried to reach any other sort of life, but to no avail. She even tried for Cloud, but still the same lack of answer. Then, when she started to become desperate, she tried the Planet even more. The absolute solitude was finally digging itself into the roots of her soul, causing her to shiver. The terrible cold feeling was still with her, and she couldn't get it to go away.

Cetra…..

She inwardly gasped. She heard, no, knew someone or something had tried to contact her. Thought she was always one to ask how they knew of her, the sound of the disembodied voice gave her comfort from the panic that was gut wrenching. She finally straightened her body out, and taking a standing position, looked around to see where the voice was coming from.

"Hello?" she whispered.

Cetra, come unto me…

To her left. She gazed onward, even though there was nothing there. She become drawn to the voice, and had started to walk that way unconsciously.

Yes, toward the light. Thy life. Thy very existence.

A dim twinkle appeared, which grew larger until it exploded in blinding white light, enveloping her. As it faded away, little bits of Life Stream glittering as it rained down softly, she immediately realized where she was. A cozy home with a plush sofa, cherry wood tables, a decorative staircase, and some scientific computers against a wall. A woman in a red dress played with a little girl in green. The adult softly tossed a blue ball toward the girl. It bounced dreamily toward the child, who smiled, carefully snatched it, and slowly tossed the ball back. A man, who looked like a scientist, opened the front door and entered the cheerful room. A blizzard was taking place outside, and the man grinned as he entered. The little girl turned, shouted something inaudible, and ran to hug the man. The woman stood peacefully, smiling so beautifully toward him. She, too, walked over and hugged him. It was a wonderful scene, yet the 22-year old just gaped at it all.

"Ifalna…? …Dad…?" she breathed, and tears had started to well up in her eyes.

Yes… Thy scientist, Professor Gast and thy Cetra Ifalna Gast. Two different beings, one bonded soul. Until…

The people drifted away, only to be replaced in a different part of the room. Ifalna was holding the girl, and Professor Gast was shouting at some soldiers who had stormed the house, guns loaded. An argument was taking place, and thought it lacked sounds, she remembered every bit of it. Afterward, another scientist entered the room, said something, and the soldier shot Gast in cold blood. Another soldier looked up at a camera, which was videotaping the scene, and shot it. The scene faded away. The girl, who had fallen to her knees, whispered, "Why…?"

What is thy problem, Child?

"Why are you showing me this?" she asked pathetically, as an image of the Temple of the Ancients began to appear.

In due time, my Child, Aeris, in due time.

AN (again): It's a long chapter, and it lacks the plot, but that's coming up next chapter. This is just a taste. Please give me opinions. And I mean serious opinions. I need critiquing. BTW, I haven't played this game in a long time, so some things might be off.