Okay, so I had originally done about five chapters of this story, and It was called 'Teardrop Memories' but, I didn't like the way the story was flowing, so I made this, an edited, and added to, version.

So, for those who do not know, this is about my character, Ivy, who is a former Tsviet, talking to Vincent and Yuffie about things she remembers from Deepground.

Disclaimers: I do not own FFVII, or any of the characters, but I wish I did.

However, I do own Ivy, so please do not steal her, she is my original character!

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Name: Ivy

Age: about 17

Hair color/style: Raven black; It is very long and wavy, usually pulled back into a braid, and in the front, on the right side it sticks up like Lucrecia's.

Eye color: Violet

Other: She was created by Hojo when a simple experiment to retrieve a bit of the Lifestream that had somehow become trapped inside a girl's memories went awry during a power surge, causing the lifestream to be released, creating Ivy. Because she was created by memories, she never ages. She has the ability to steal people's memories, as well as use those stolen people's memories to fight, and can show other's her memories, like they were watching a movie.

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Teardrop Memories

Breaking Point

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I sat in Tifa's bar, tapping my fingers on the counter, bored, and having nothing to do for the first time in years. Shelke, my only living friend, was currently with WRO and I was free to go as I pleased. I spent most of my time by myself these days, thinking about my past, yet trying to forget about it at the same time. Too bad I couldn't.

I was snapped back into reality when Vincent sat beside me. I glanced up.

"Vincent Valentine?"

"Yes, Ivy?"

"May I…talk to you about my times in Deepgroud?"

He looked at me. "If you want."

I sighed. "Alright."

I remember that one time, as I was training, a soldier had come from behind me and shot me in the arm, but after that I had blacked out. When I woke up, I could hear voices all around me, and my body felt as though I had been shot a thousand times. I probably had, for all I knew. Or maybe it was just the mako coursing through my still fragile body? I wasn't as strong as the other Tsviets. I still felt, even after six months of being here. I had refused to give in to the scientists. They could inject me with mako everyday, or send me into rooms to fight until the stone ground was stained red with the blood of my victims. It didn't matter to me. I had it easy anyway. The others…I had seen them bloodied and bruised too often, heard their shrieks countless times. They hadn't given up yet. They kept me going. The fact that I knew, each time this happened, they would be waiting outside those metal lab doors, waiting for my screams to stop, just as I waited for them. I knew that when this was over they would take me back, even if it was begrudgingly. They would take me back into the only place I knew, and back under their wing. They were my only friends, you could say. Each one in a different way. There was Rosso, who, despite all her cruelty, could truly be kind at times. It was more when I was new to deep ground though. She was much more cruel to me now. Azul scared me, but I knew in truth, he was kind, more or less. Shelke was my best friend. If I ever needed someone to talk to, I knew I could go to her. I trusted her more than anyone else. Weiss was simply me leader. I respected him, though he had never actually been nice to me before, I do think he is capable of it, for I have seen the way he acts toward Nero. Now there is Nero. He always did interest me. At first, I had been afraid of him, more than anything else in the world, but I had grown to enjoy being around him. His heart was as cold as Oblivion, but he was kind. He would always be there for me, I was sure of it. For now however, I would just have to deal with the pain, even though I knew, that soon…I would lose this battle. After all, I'm just a failed experiment.

I closed my eyes, not yet relizing that another presence had seated itself to my left.

"Ivy, that was depressing." That's when I heard her.

I looked over to see Yuffie pouting, resting her head on her hand.

"What did you expect Yuffie? A story about rainbows and fluffy little rabbits?" I said sarcastically.

"Wow. Coming from the Queen of Goths that just sounded so weird." She said, looking at me weirdly.

"Queen of Goths? I am not goth Yuffie, and I am simply recounting my memories."

"Well, I think you are, and Isn't there any happy times you can remember?"

"Well…a few… do you wish to hear them?"

"It was implied, Ivy."

"Alright then…I will try to think of them…but would you like to hear what happened after that last memory?" I said, a little more enthusiastically now.

"Sure, Fine, Whatever, I just wanna hear more, k?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Wutai Flea…" I muttered quietly.

Someone was carrying me. I didn't know who, just that they were. My head rested on their shoulder, and they held me close. Carefully, yet firmly. Suddenly pain shot through my arm as I tried to move it, radiating through me, making my breath hitch. Then I remembered. I had been shot during training. The scientists had been giving me mako and taking the bullet out, to make the healing process go faster. So why was I being carried, and who was carrying me? Not Nero, for he was in a straight jacket. I almost laughed at that, imagining him in one of those spongy rooms. Not Azul, for he carried me with one hand, if he ever did. Not Shelke, because I was taller than her. Not Rosso, I could tell easily. That left one. Weiss. Could it be? My thoughts were disrupted as I was dropped onto what I guessed to be my bed.

"Your lucky Ivy. Nero had become quite mad at the scientists. Almost killed them all, not that it mattered anyway. He insisted we bring you back here to rest, and since he can't exactly carry anyone…"

Definitely Weiss. He turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing off the small room's stone walls. He exited the room, shutting the door behind himself. I laughed quietly in my head. "So even someone like Weiss the Immaculate can be kind." Just like his brother. Cold, yet caring.

Yuffie seemed just a bit more interested now. "So, happiness now, or more depressing sadness?" she said.

Vincent glared at her. "I have to admit, it is rather interesting to see what it was like from the eyes of our enemies." he said to me.

"Thank you, and Yuffie, I do remember one memory in particular right now, so I shall tell it to you."

"It's about time!"

I faintly recalled a time when I hade first seen outdoors. It really was quite funny. I had run out into the sunlight, throwing my arms wide and smiling for the first time in years, and started laughing. Shelke followed close behind, smiling faintly at the beautiful sun-kissed field surrounding us. Azul and Rosso had walked out casually, not portraying any emotion particularly. Nero walked out slowly, shielding his crimson eyes from the light, muttering something incomprehensible. I really didn't want to know what he was saying anyway. Deepground had too many swear words to be able to say them non-stop for a hundred years. Right now, it didn't bother me. I stared awestruck, at the magnificent landscape. Without thinking, I dashed forward and climbed up a tall pine tree, quickly jumping from branch to branch. I stood on the highest branch, looking out at the world around me.

"Ivy! Get down from there!" Weiss' rough voice disrupted my thoughts. Then I looked down.

"Uhhhh…." How do I get down?! Weiss glared at me. "Now."

"Ummmmm…I…I can't…." I admitted shamefully. Me, a Tsviet. One of the strongest humans (if that isn't stretching it) on this planet. That was just pathetic. Shelke looked up and blinked. Azul smirked. Rosso chuckled lightly. Nero literally fell on the ground trying not to burst out laughing, but to no avail, for he did anyway. Weiss stared at me, looking thoroughly annoyed. "Just. Get. Down." I looked warily at the ground. "H-how!?" I was truly afraid. Shelke looked up. "I could help." Nero started laughing even harder, and then proceeded to start choking because he couldn't breath, and I almost picked up the pincone on the branch next to me and threw it at him, but of course, it would just bounce of his stupid muzzle. I sighed, using what little self-control I had. "No, you will just get stuck as well." Nero had managed to stop laughing, and Weiss helped him up. I frowned. "I will just jump." That got Nero's attention. "You'll break your neck if you do that!" he called up to me. I stood up on the branch, and took a step forward. Everything happened quickly. The branch snapped. I gasped and shut my eyes, trying to ignore the branches tearing at my hair and skin. Nero dashed forward, freeing his arms from the straight jacket, almost tripping in the process.

The next thing I knew, Nero had caught me, but we had both fallen down. I rolled off of him, onto my back on the grassy earth. Nero was staring at the sky. I laughed. "Is the sky pretty?" He smiled. A rare endeavor indeed. "Yeah. Haven't seen it in over ten years." I sighed. "Lucky. I've never seen it."

Yuffie was smiling, and Vincent looked just a little bit more interested than before.

"That was so cute Ivy!"

I smiled a little.

"I will tell you more tomorrow, if you wish."

Yuffie nodded enthusiastically. "Yep! Please do!"

I let out a quiet laugh. This might just be fun for me.

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Alright, hope you liked it, and please review! The more encouragement I get, the longer and better the chapters are, so please no flames, I know I am not the best writer, and I know most people don't like OC's being the main character, but bare with me! This is the best I can do!