Disclaimer: All the Final Fantasy characters used in this fic are strictly on a loan basis only and are not my own creation :)
A/N: Be gentle. This is my first FFVII fan fic that I have ever written, and it's been in production for awhile. All of this takes place shortly after Meteor and ignores any subsequent official story cannon, such as Advent Children and Dirge of Cerberus. Oh, and I know Terra was in a previous Final Fantasy game, but I only borrowed her name and green hair :) Enjoy!
The sunrise was barely creeping up over the horizon, welcoming the new day with such a splash of orange that Terra wondered how the whole world wasn't alight with sunshine. The Planet had never been more beautiful than this morning, which was strangely, and sadly, ironic. Terra wasn't the least bit anxious to leave, holding her bag tightly with a grip so strong she thought the handle might break with any more pressure. The New Midgar awaited her return and with a heavy sigh she wished that in some other life different decisions could have been made and she would be happier, living a life not conducted by her father. Only Vincent had never quite understood her plight, promising only to protect her from physical harm if anyone tried to take her forcefully, becoming her guardian of sorts over the past few months until her father had decided that a peaceful approach was best against this beast his daughter wielded on his guards.
Chaos.
He'd told her that it was unpredictable, unchangeable, and yet she still lingered, lapping up everything about him she could like she had an insatiable appetite for him, and the wild beast within only drew her closer. The night that they had collided together in a turmoil of emotions still burned on her mind like the morning sun warmed her cooled skin.
"How long has it been?"
"Oh…too long. Too long…"
And now she was leaving, her bags packed the night before and now sitting on the front steps as she stood opposite them on the back patio, her mind solely on her departure and how desperately she wanted to stay. Somewhere deep inside she knew she needed him, needed that instability but she had convinced herself that Midgar was where she belonged and where she was needed by others. Connor wasn't well, and with the recent news of her brother…
"You ready to go?"
Cold, aloof as always, and Terra turned from the sunrise to look at Vincent standing in the frame of the open sliding door, his red cape brushing the ground around his feet as a soft breeze blew past him into the house. Raven hair floated along the air, wisping away from his face to reveal his burning red eyes boring right through her, but there was no smile. There was never a smile.
"You're taking me?" she asked, surprised to see that his gun was holstered at his hip. Vincent didn't have a carriage, only a chocobo that Terra had delighted in taking care of, and now a small spark of excitement ignited in her at the thought that she could spend another day traveling with him. "I called Cloud and he said –"
"Yeah well he called me," Vincent said shortly, turning on his heels and disappearing into the house, his cape billowing in his wake. Terra bit her lip and took one last look at the ocean, glittering in the morning light, then followed after him, trying to remember why she had gotten herself into this mess in the first place.