2/06/05 Someone was gracious enough to review and point out a mistake (quite the novice mistake I might add) that I had made. Well, not so much a mistake as a nuisance that doesn't really let the story flow and it's quite repetitive. I won't tell you what that mistake is lest you point your fingers and laugh. If you really wanted to know you should have noticed on your own. XD does the finger thing I'll never tell… Thanx to Tacofoolio fro pointing this out. hugs and kisses
Disclaimer: Let's tell the kiddies at home what we learned today, shall we? Jing's obedient apprentices: Jing Xiao Jie does not claim any ownership over the characters of Final Fantasy 7 or the original storyline, lest she invoke the wrath of the godly and powerful people at SquareSoft/SquareEnix and their even more powerful harem of lawyers. XD. (harem…)
Chichiri: Nor does she own me, no da!
Jing: QUIET SLAVE!
Chichiri: o0 EEP!
Jing: THAT STILL REMAINS TO BE SEEN! I MAY NOT HAVE PROPERTY RIGHTS OVER YOU, BUT I STILL OWN 2 ¾ OF YOUR SOUL! XD mad, mad cackle I REALLY like the word cackle! It's just so funny. XP muahahahahaha!
Anyway. I've already written this thing once, but my (insert curse of choice) computer crashed and along with it went the 2, very long chapters I might add, that I slaved over. So now, I must rewrite them. sob You know, you guys are more than welcome to post some reviews. I won't mind at all. In fact, I encourage you to read and review. DO IT NOW! Enjoy! XD
She's smiling like heaven is down on earth.
The sun shining so bright it hurts
All her wishes have finally come true
Her heart is weeping. Happiness is killing her.
She'll be right here in my arms
So in love
She'll be right here in these arms
So hard she's trying
But her heart won't turn to stone
She keeps on crying
But I won't leave her alone
She'll never be alone.
"Right here in my arms" by His Infernal Majesty (H.I.M.)
Flowers for the broken Spirit
She goes to a café and observes another couple, and then she sits alone in a large, clean, empty room. She brought her thoughts back to her present situation. She didn't exactly know how she had gotten there. The last thing she could remember was praying at an altar and then a searing pain running straight through her abdomen. She lightly touched the spot, half expecting to discover a wound, but found nothing. Maybe it was just a dream? But it seemed too real to be just a dream. She could recall taking her last breathe before her vision failed her and then a blinding darkness. But now that she thought about it; where was here? Where was she? She looked around at her surroundings. With the exception of the bed and a small bedside table, the room was virtually empty. None too pleasing to the eye. How did she get here? She thought about it for a while, when she was interrupted by a small, elderly lady.
"Oh, well hello there, dear. Nice to see you finally awake. Isaiah! Our patient has risen!" she called back to someone.
"What?" She was followed into the room by an equally small and elderly man. "Oh? Finally awake are ya? Didn't think you'd ever wake. I've never seen anyone sleep that long. Nope. Not in all my years." He said as she stroked his chin and beard.
All their patient could muster for a reply was a cheesy smile and rubbing the back of her head. "Umm, I guess have no doubt that you two have been the ones looking after me then."
"Don't say anything about it, dear. You're lucky we came along when we did. I don't know how long it was that you were down there, but yes, you certainly are lucky we found you."
"Umm… "down there"?"
"Yep. I'd say it was about a month or so ago," Isaiah said rubbing his chin again. "Taking a walk, we was, when Ethel and I decided to go through them old city ruins. Came up on a small reflecting pool and found you on the shore of it. Thought it was a waste fer someone so young and perty to wind up dead. Quite lucky you were that my grandson gave me that Life materia. We was able to revive you and then we brought ya back here to our home."
The girl could only look at them with a dumbfounded look. "I was…dead then?"
"Yep. I'd say that was dead. You was all pale and dead lookin"
"Well, the important thing is that you're alive now. Oh! I bet you're hungry."
With the mention of food her stomach replied for her. She blushed and gave a small embarrassed laugh. Ethel only smiled back and left to fetch her something to eat.
"Well now, don't think I've ever seen eyes quite like that before." She suddenly realized that Isaiah was now about two inches from her face. She backed up a bit, understandably a little uncomfortable from his close proximity. (A/N: BIG WORDS! WHOO!) Ethel came back in with a tray containing a bowl of steaming soup on it. She set the tray down on the small table and realizing how rude Isaiah was being to the poor girl, proceeded to whack him over the head with a wooden spoon that seemed to come out of nowhere. She began to eat as the two of them bickered; eating it slowly, not knowing how her stomach would react from the sudden acquisition of sustenance nor how long she had been "dead".
After finishing her meal, the three of them talked for hours. Not really about much, just what they did out in this part of the countryside. Ethel liked to talk about their younger days. At which point Isaiah would insert a joke about her not being as "fresh" as she used to be, which only earned him another whack over the head. She could only look at them with a smile as they bickered again and again. They were quite the pair. But she could tell underneath it all that they truly cared about one another.
Ethel and Isaiah took the dirty dishes to the kitchen to clean up a bit and to brew some fresh tea. She took this as her opportunity to get up. She threw her legs over the side of the bed and with a little effort, pushed herself up from the bed. She stood for about 3 seconds before her legs gave out and buckled beneath her. She fell to the ground with a loud 'oof!' and rubbed her sore hind quarters.
"I guess it's been a while since I've used my legs." She thought out loud, rather irritated.
Hearing the commotion, Isaiah came in, finding the would-be escapee on the floor. He snickered to himself and understanding her silent plea, helped her hobble into the sitting room. She sighed, immediately feeling relieved at the sight of some scenery. She made herself comfortable on the sofa and looked around, taking in the much appreciated change of setting. Ethel brought in their refreshments and they chatted well into the evening.
The girl couldn't help but feel relaxed and comfortable here. She could feel the warmth all around her. She closed her eyes, taking in the comfort of the small cottage and the very pleasing scents of pine and spices. It reminded her very much of something else. Something very familiar. Yet she couldn't place it. She tried to gather her fragmented memories and find a place, but all she could seem to get so far were bits and pieces of some strange people. Strange but familiar. In every image though, there was a man. Somewhere in his early twenties she guessed. He was tall, very handsome and very much a blonde. What was striking about him, and he was very striking indeed, but even more so were his eyes. They just glowed. A very ethereal blue glow. Ethel became very silent all of a sudden. A blush crept across her face. Taking notice the girl looked at her curiously.
"I feel so very silly. This whole time we've been talking and I never asked you for your name, dear."
She only laughed and smiled at her That was the only thing she was sure of and remembered about herself. "My name is Aeris."
Staring at the sun
No rays down on me
I call you in my arms
Embrace is unreal
You're moving on
We'll never be apart
Just drain my tears I cry aloud
You're moving on
You'll never be a part
Of all my tears I cry aloud
Calling on your sins
You're here in my dreams
A desert place
I'm not alone
Do you really want to be me?
You're moving on
We'll never be apart
Just drain my tears I cry aloud
You're moving on
You'll never be a part
Of all my tears I cry aloud.
"The ghost woman and the hunter" by Lacuna Coil