"Yes, I know, Mrs. Kroger smells funny-" The woman said as she walked down the hotel hallway, the sound of rolling thunder echoed in the distance as a twinge of a smile teased her pale pink lips," Honey, she lives in a very old house and that's why the smell- No, you can't tell her to air it out. Why?"

"Because that's very rude, Rudy, that's why! Didn't I teach you better?" She sighed as her fingers lightly pinched the bridge of her nose, but that smile still threatened to appear. On the other line was her twelve year old son, he had a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth as he replied his usual reply to her.

"Yes, momma. I have to respect my elders...but she's always pinching my cheek and that smell is just-" He whined into the phone, glancing around him to make sure his current caretaker wasn't listening in or that his very impressionable six year old sister was eavesdropping either, in case she decided to tattle-tale to Mrs. Kroger of what he had said.

"Sweetheart, I'll be back in just one more day okay? This is special time for mommy, then I'll come home and we'll spend the next day together, no work, no school work, just movies and games. How does that sound?" She said electronically dangling the bargain before her son's eyes as his heart leapt at the idea of spending all day, just goofing off and watching movies with his mother...and grudgingly his sister.

"Okay, I'll behave-"

"That's my boy. Now I've gotta go, they need to check my pass and scan my purse. I'll call you once I get back in my hotel room. Give my love to Cheri." She smiled blowing a kiss into the phone and listened a moment more to her son's goodbye's before she hit the red phone button, thus ending her call and now focused her attention to the guard standing just a few feet away from her. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the small wallet, taking out her ID and pass for the convention that had earned the scorn of all the mothers in her small country town. She was twenty-nine years old with two children, single mother, mind you and she wanted just two days to herself. Just two tiny days, to go see something she had always loved since she was a teenager...Anime/Manga Conventions. She never Cosplayed of course, she found that she didn't think she could do any of her favorite characters justice, so she's just meander about enjoying the costumes and smiling faces.

She needed a vacation, a break from it all and while she'd give her life and very soul for her children...she wanted a small break. Just two measly days, letting the elderly widow, Mrs. Kroger, watch over her children while she went off to find herself once more. And now she was reveling in the sights and sounds of the convention, the gay chatters of the players, the bright coloring of the costumes, the tune of the lively anime theme songs playing. Yes. She thought, this is just what I needed...

A few hours had passed and that faint roll of thunder, turning to a crashing thunderstorm therefore ruining some of the player's costumes, that had spent endless hours and several months of work on. Her hand was on her mouth as she saw a small group of Final Fantasy VII players walk in, drenched to the bone and Cloud's Buster Sword now looked like wet soppy toilet paper. She knew she shouldn't have been snickering, she pitied all the work gone to waste but...it was terribly funny to her.

BOOM!

And in an instant the power was out, plunging the hotel into complete darkness and utter chaos as the younger teens screamed to add to the chaos and lurked towards the unsuspecting cosplayers. The young mother would have made a dash towards the glass wall separating the outdoor elements from the indoor convention to stay out of the chaos, but the second the lights went of something-Or rather, someone had fallen on her and was currently keeping her pinned to the ground.

"Oh gods." He moaned softly as he pushed himself off her and rolled onto his side, his hand moving to press his fingers to his temple area. The mother grimaced at the sharp pain in her shoulder then looked towards the large man laying beside her, she had caught the small groan from him and her motherly instincts had instantly reacted.

"Are you alright, sir?" She said fairly loudly over the noise of the screaming teens, the hysteria of older ones and lastly the sound of the guards shouting for people to remain calm. The dark haired woman sat up then leaned closer to the man that had stopped/fell her mid-sprint. Her hand brushed against his shoulder to rouse him, she could barely make out his face in the darkness to tell whether he was just stunned or really hurt. Then the bright florescent lights finally flickered on, she turned her head with a grimace at the burning lights then blinked a few times to adjust before looking back on the man.

She rubbed her eyes once more then looked back down...and just gaped at the person before. It was the most detailed and beautiful costume she had ever seen for a SOLDIER uniform, and so accurate to boot. He had the exact same hair as the character he portrayed, same strong chin and stubble too, broad shoulders, prominent chest and arm muscles as well. She couldn't believe her eyes as she continued to stare, then after a brash thought she leaned closer to the man's face- his eyes flashed open as her dark hazel eyes met with deep azure colored ones...just like Mako. She leapt back fearing he'd think ill of her hovering over him as her twitchy fingers quickly brushed back the loose strand of hair dangling close to her lip while the man moved to sit up then acknowledge the woman.

"Are you, alright?" she asked again in case he was unconscious the first time. He grimaced a bit still keeping his fingers pressed to his temple before answering back-

"I believe so."

She frowned after hearing his voice, which coincidently sounded like his character as well. Moving a bit closer she glanced over his arms to make sure there weren't any injuries or something of the sort.

"That's good to hear," She replied back then moved to stand up as he proceeded to do the same.", everyone was panicking after the lights went out. Thank goodness we weren't trampled in the stampede."

"The lights went out?" He frowned then looked about himself curiously "Where exactly am I, Miss..." Her eyed widened as she realized that she hadn't given him any clue as to who she was.

"Anise. My name is Anise and you are?"

"Angeal."

"That's cute. But really, what's your name?" She smiled at the dark haired man with a shake of her head as the man frowned at her then gave his surroundings another glance.

"Mam', I just told you."

"No, you told me who you're cosplaying as, not your actual name-"

"Miss, I don't even know what cosplaying is."

"Sir, I understand if you'd like to stay in character but-" Anise said holding up her hands defensively, knowing that some of the cosplayers took their costumes very seriously and it was obvious to her that this man before did as well. A sharp intake of air, rushed into her lungs as the man placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned closer to her

"My name is Angeal Hewley, 1st Class SOLDIER."

*headbang* I shouldn't be starting another one. I shouldn't be starting another one. But! I had these amazing inspirations to write this! And just wow! This is a spin off of Dragonia27's story Gods Touched and A Year of Memories on Deviant Art. She's an amazing writer and I just really loved both stories, I highly recommend you check it out! All credits go to her!

Another story that gave me the final push to do this story is Second Chances by Skarsgaard here on Fanfiction, specifically chapter 8, because I love scenes of Marlene and Angeal getting along!

So anyways, this will proabably be very short, unless I get lots of reviews for me to make it long, I'm only planning on about 10 chapters or so, give or take, because I have a whole bunch of things I need to focus on as well, soooo. I hope you like it!

~God Bless!~