Disclaimers: FFVII and DNAngel are legal properties to the owners and companies, so I'm filching off them.
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Prologue:
A world long since plunged into the depths of despair, with no dreams, no hope, no future. They had long since come to that conclusion, and yet the truth would still hurt, despite it all.
Maybe that was what they had been missing in the first place.
Forgotten memories and voices that floated past and beyond what was seen as normal, as well as the creatures that roamed the earth and their territory. It was nothing new to them.
Locked in that one place because of the creatures, which were dangerous except to those who knew how to defend themselves; and that was not fore coming aside from the mercenaries.
The darkness that was spreading once more.
The DNA bloodline that was said to be cursed.
And the fatal people who would involved in the spiral of complete and utter chaos.
Mako energy had been their first problem.
Saving the world had been their next.
And…
They hadn't even known it to be coming in the first place.
The answer and explanation to all this was one word.
Cetra.
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"Hey! Niwa, right?" waved a brunette woman from the side of a train that was just about to set off on its course to who knew where. The boy waved back in the affirmative reply and she leaned out the window, "Come on! You're going to be left behind!"
Sprinting, the redhead jumped in as another person pulled the doors open for him. Landing slightly on the hard side, he glanced up at the rest of the little group he had agreed to join in with.
"So you're the one that was hired?" one of the men asked from the side of the train.
((Yeah, you gotta problem with that?))
(Quiet, really.) He rolled his eyes, which was a marvelous shade of ruby and nodded once. "What am I supposed to do anyway? The briefing mentioned mako reactors and dealing with the Shinra."
"That's right," another man, this one with a gun arm, grunted, unamused from his seat, "This has gone too far and someone has to deal with these life-sucking maniacs."
"Now, really…" reprimanded the only woman present.
"Uh, boss," another man cut in helpfully, "Maybe we should get a move on now. Staying in this storage carriage isn't helping all that much."
"Hmph."
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Wiping the bar down, a rather pretty brunette with shoulder length hair glanced up at the television screen, as if waiting for something to happen. Of course, the roaring of drunken maniacs around her weren't helping matters all that much; she stifled a sigh.
It usually wasn't this bad most of the time, and she felt sorry for the child currently sitting in the corner of the room, making herself as unobtrusive as possible. But then again, there were only two of three actual drunks, as the rest just hung around and talked while eating and drinking.
Ah, the life of a bartender.
Flicking her hair back, the brunette bent down from the counter and brushed the little girls dirty blonde bangs out of the way, "Misaki, is it too loud for you?"
"No… just too many people…" the little girl replied.
"It'll be fine. Once your father gets home..." came the reassured reply.
"Okay," Misaki smiled brightly, something completely different from when she was in a neutral state or scared; it was almost like a light-bulb reference, but she was cute and all.
"Uhm, excuse me?" a customer looked over the counter. Popping right back up cheerfully – and scaring the hell out of them – she grinned.
"Yes? What do you want?"
Her eyes slid over to where the television was located (a small box thing, pathetic, really) and wondered how much longer she would have to wait now.
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Tending to the flowers in a dilapidated church, a blonde flower girl brushed her hair back, content with where she was. The whole place seemed to glow in her light, a soft gentle shine that could not be rivaled against.
How these plants managed to live in such a dreary and god forsaken place, no one would ever be able to tell. And just the mere fact that they were alive in the first place was surprising. So very, very surprising.
The flower girl smiled slowly, watching as some weak sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows. Either way, life was good.
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Something white, and fluffy, with a tail that seemed to be made out of fire, hopped around the cylinder cage.
"Kyu!"
The scientist currently there frowned, "Can't you say anything else?"
"Kyu!"
"Gah! I give up. I need a break."
The creature watched as he disappeared. "Kyu!"
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"Huzzah! I can see the future!" called a silver-haired woman, who was clutching onto a stuffed moogle with a little pink bird sitting on her head as she tried to promote her business; fortune telling. Not that anyone was paying all that much attention to her, but she didn't seem to care the least.
The entire Gold Saucer area – which was more or less an amusement park with some entertaining games and all – was get out in such a way that people could get lost easily. And that made business more amusing for her.
"Come on! I can tell you your fortunes for as little as 3 GP! Don't think I'm not a professional!"
She gave the stuffed toy in her hand a squeeze and it made a wheezing sound and she frowned, "I'm going to have to replace that…"
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Hopping deftly over from one branch to another, a short-haired girl stared at the blue sky, not knowing why, but not exactly caring. Her hair band whipped as a breeze shot right past her and the large shuriken she possessed was strapped to her back in such a way so that she didn't cause herself any damage or jabbing or… well, anything that would hinder her in any way.
Ignoring the monsters that were running around below her, the girl leaned back on the branch she was currently on, and watched the patterns that the clouds made. When she spoke, it was to no one in particular.
"Who will be the next victim…?"
She flipped a coin in the air, and grinned.
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Frowning, the pilot messed with the controls to no avail. Tools and cables seemed to be everywhere and he growled slightly as he discovered another error that was getting in the way. Pulling something out, he yanked at the cables that were currently short-circuiting.
"Not again…" he grumbled.
Looking into the compartment that made the most of the rocket, a girl with round glasses poked her head in, "Uhm… shouldn't you be taking a break now…?"
He pointedly ignored her, and she sighed.
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Somewhere, deep in slumber, one has to wonder what will become of them next. Stuck in there, no one knows that he exists. Ah well, the damn mansion will probably end up falling on his head before someone discovers him.
Yet a single word is forced out of his parched lips.
"Rika…"
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Biding one's time will end up coming with rather… useful results.
As he was soon to find out.
He smirked, watching the dreary town before him, and knew that the chance was coming to him. At least he didn't have to chase it.
Soon the cetra would awaken… and the Promised Land would be open once more.
What he never expected was a band of rebels to get in the way.
But oh well, he could deal with them.
Or could he?
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There is something stirring in the land once more, the calling of the earth's life has reached its peak. What will become of them? Will the heroes make it? Or will they fail and fall to the ground?
It's time to set out, once more and see if the Ancients will be free again…
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Confused? Well, it's just a little intro to each character who plays a role. An FFVII/DNAngel crossover fic; who would have thought it? Comments are most welcome and enjoy!
And yeah… I know I shouldn't put more up… but I couldn't pass the chance once it got in my head XD