Pente
Okay, first of all, this isn't going to be a major, serious fanfic. This isn't supposed to make the hardcore gamers of FFVII excited. This is for the FANGIRLS. Like me. I recently gained an obsession with Reno, thanks to Advent Children, and so…yeah…I won't say anymore. There's some interesting ideas of mine associated with Vincent, Lucrecia, Hojo and Sephiroth. You don't have to agree with me, but this is just something I got myself caught up in thinking about. I mean, I've seriously analyzed Vincent's story, and thought this might somehow play along with it, some if it may not, but that's just mostly to help the plot going. I know people are going to read this and end up scratching their heads at the plots involved, you know, go ahead. This is how my mind works, and I love it. Some of you may love it too, some of you may hate it. Please, only review negatively if you have absolutely no idea what the fuck is going on. - Thanks. Otherwise, all other kinds of reviews are accepted. (By the way, if you're a fan who takes things waaay too seriously, don't bother reading this, you'll hate it. Haha.)
"Daaddy!" the small girl called out as the man in the cape slowly walked away into the distance. Glancing back, black hair flapping in the wind, he flashed a pale pink smile at the girl.
His skin was white, hair black, both seeming to desire being reversed, so the hair could finally lighten with age, and the skin to darken by the sun.
Returning briefly to the girl, the man crouched down to her level. The girls porcelain skin seeming blackened compared to the man's, she looked him right in the eye. Her sparkling, almost neon like, blue eyes dripping with the tears of loss.
"I never said goodbye to the only love left in my life." He whispered peacefully, caressing the little girl's cheek. She threw her arms around the man.
"When'll you be back?" she asked, as the man let her down. The man gave her a distraught expression.
"I can't say." He replied sadly, seeing the small girls miserable, tearful gaze. "But I know you can tough it out." He forced the little girl into smiling, as he flashed a rare, strictly happy grin. "You're a strong girl. You're a Valentine."
Sitting up quickly, I caught my breath. I never exactly could remember my dad leaving me. I just remember, that I know time, and logic could not explain how I was the age I was, while my father was the age he was.
My eighteenth birthday had just come a few months prior, and I know my fathers, supposed forty-eighth birthday had come as well. But my father, was not forty-eight. My father, was twenty-seven. If one should do the math quickly, my father could not have possibly been eleven when I was born.
He would visit a lot, even though it would be for short periods of time. It seems it would be short because he knew that I couldn't know the truth as to this strange age issue.
I know a lot about my mom though, and because of her, I'm not allowed anywhere near materia or any of the surviving people with mako energy running through their veins. My mother was a victim of the negative effects of mako, unfortunately killing her. But with my mother, I know that with her, my being alive is very disorderly. My mother gave birth to the infamous Sephiroth…only after I was born. Yet, Sephiroth seemed to have been in his twenties, while I am only a teen. Something, concerning the people in my family, alters our age, and I'm not allowed to know why.
I sat at the edge of my bed and thought hard at the dream about my father. It had been constant for the past few months. I took a short glance out at Nibelheim. I had been living here for my entire life, ever since I can remember, at least.
I wasn't supposed to leave the town. I had been told that in a letter from my father. He claims there's too much mako energy out there. I'm not supposed to get too much contact with it. Or materia…Wouldn't you think that it would be hard now? I mean, even though no one is fighting much anymore, materia is everywhere.
"Pente!" I groaned hearing Carolin, the lady who houses me, yelling for me to get up. "It's past noon, and you need to go into town for me!"
I stood up and tied back my dark blonde hair, and grabbed myself a bra as I headed into the bathroom. "You're not my goddamn mom!" I yelled arrogantly as I changed. I stepped lazily back into my room and threw my dirty clothes on to my constantly unmade bed.
The room was almost naked, a bed, a chair, and a desk for school work. Looking at the desk, I glanced at the notes I had been getting from the library in the mansion next door. I closed my eyes and pleaded that Carolin hadn't been looking, if she had, well, my father would learn about it.
Picking up the notebook, I lifted up my mattress and shoved the book underneath. Searching, I sifted around my desk for my gloves. They were really, really matchless. They were infused with about twelve different combat skills. No matter where I went outside of the house, these gloves came.
I clumped down the stairs, and leaned against the wall of the kitchen. Yawning, both out of boredom and sleepiness and struggled to open the cabinet for something to eat.
"I wonder where you get it from." Carolin snapped, shoving a cup of scalding coffee into my hands. "I remember your father! He was a well-behaved young gentleman! And so was your mother!"
I took a sip of the coffee, burning my tongue. "It's because of who I was raised by." I grumbled, holding my tongue, literally.
"And you should be pretty damn grateful for that!" Carolin growled, threatening me with her sponge. "It was me or Professor Hojo!"
"You couldn't have anyways!" I replied angrily, "he wasone of the workers for Shinra that Dad didn't want me around! or he was."
"I should send you off to Midgar!" Carolin continued.
"You caan't!" I said, almost singing. "It's a shrine, now!" Before Carolin could respond with another one of her witty comments, I was out there door, a thousand gil in hand.
I stepped out of the door, and bumped into two people who I had grown familiar with when I was in my early teens.
"Good to see you again." I half-laughed, seeing Reno and Rude looking at me as if I was a suspect in some sort of crime.
"Have you been feeling strange lately?" Reno asked in a sort of infomercial tone. "Have you been wondering why—"
"Do you have a letter from my dad or what?" I asked sternly. "Does he request my attendance to some sort of meeting?"
"Cloud Strife requests your attendance in Kalm." Rude continued sternly.
"Really?" I asked. "And who might this Cloud Strife be?" Reno elbowed me.
"I'll tell you about him after you get me some food from my mom." I groaned, annoyed. "Come on Rude."
"Just because I'm staying with your mom doesn't mean you can invite yourself in any time!" I yelled at him, following him back into the house, Rude walking casually behind me.
I threw open the door. "Reno you ass! Stop hitting on a friggen' minor!" Rude walked in slowly behind me, seeming to be talking into one of those awesome Shinra headsets.
"This was my house first, sweetie." Reno joked, jumping into the fridge.
I bent my head back and groaned. "Carolin! Your son's back!" The woman quickly descended the stairs, looking at her, I could never tell if she was Reno's real mom or not.
"You!" she pointed at me, waving my notebook. "I'll be getting your father tonight!"
"Mom, it's good to see you!" Reno stepped in playing suck-up. Thank you, jackass. "You're looking great, have you been exfoliating?" Slowly, Reno lead Carolin out of the house, enough time so I could sit down at the table and talk to Rude.
"So?" I asked. "Any news from my dad?" I grabbed the pot of coffee, after getting up quickly, and poured two cups.
"We know where he is, but he's not the one who wants you." Rude half-repeated.
"I know, it's this Cloud guy. But I want to know how my dad is." I replied. "I need to know if he's alright."
"From our knowledge, he's fine, but that was only from a month or so ago." Rude added, taking the coffee after a moment.
"What happened?" I asked. Rude stared at me from the corner of his purple-tinted sunglasses.
"That information is classified until you meet with Cloud." He continued sternly.
"So, if I meet with this guy, will I know what's been going on with my dad, and this situation that I guess I didn't know about?" I asked.
"If that's how you want to see things." He paused. "If you want to leave, I would gather your things."
After a moment or two of complete silence, I caught a look of complete demand on Rude's face stating that no matter what I had to go.
I dashed up the stairs and grabbed one of my large bags and threw all of things in it. I threw open my desk drawers and piled my many notebooks on mako, materia, and JENOVA. I was fascinated by JENOVA. Supposedly it was the cause of my mothers death. Well, at least the cells of JENOVA were. I knew a lot of the story, but so much that I couldn't think and rush myself.
I landed down in the kitchen again and noticed Rude standing by the door.
"I'm ready?" I said, almost like a question. Rude pushed open the door, to show me a helicopter hovering a few feet off the ground. I jumped up and found myself sitting in a seat next to Elena. I had only met her a few times, but she was so damn cool.
"Good to see you again, Pente." She said, as Rude jumped into the chopper. "We have to pick up Reno from the center of town." Taking control, she turned the craft around and head off toward the center of NibelHeim.
Reno was next to Carolin, he smiled briefly to her, waved and ran under the chopper as Elena released a ladder. "Sorry, mommy dear!" He apologized. "We have to take Pente for a little while!"
"Wow," I said, actually a bit excitedly. "I was expecting Tseng and Rufus to be here too. I mean, after all, I do have three of the five Turks' in my presence."
"You'll have your chance." Reno assured, climbing into the craft. "You're gonna have one hell of a time."