Hey! I might take a time to update cause I'm busy but I'll try. Gomen, Gomen! Fyi there will be no Yuffie or Denzel in my story. I dislike Yuffie and though I luvvvy Denzel he's not convenient in my story k? Sorry y'all
Also… I say this ONCE AND ONCE ALONE… I do not own Final fantasy or any of its characters… mores the pity.
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"Rouge!" a young girls voice echoed among empty streets in the dead of night. Empty that is, except for a large rough looking man standing in front of the child.
"Now now sweet thing" he smirked evilly "none of that or I won't go easy on you." The six year old screamed as he took a step forward.
"Rouge!"
Out of the shadows a leg swung into the mans midsection, knocking him over. He swore and staggered upwards before being knocked down again. A flying kick to the head knocked him out cold. The child blinked. A teenaged girl stepped out of the shadows. She was pale and had black hair, streaked with white on the fringe. She wore a black tank top and dark green trousers. She frowned then stooped by the child. "Are you ok Marlene?" she asked, taking the girls hand. She nodded quietly
"Thanks Rouge." She said.
My names not important. Not my real one. Most people call me Rouge and this is my story. My story of Marlene, of Tifa, of Cloud, of Rude, of Vincent and too importantly of Reno.
A story of Shinra of Soldier of revenge, betrayal, love and music.
It started out as a normal day I swear.
"Brat!" I yelled. I wrenched my younger brother Sam off the stairs by his collar. In his hands was my most precious object. Madame Revenant. My guitar.
"Give. It. To. Me. Now. Or. Die." I growled. He whimpered and thrust her at me. I took her softly and dropped my brother onto the stair. I put her into her case and ran downstairs, picking up my bag wherein lay a lot of music and lyric sheets, my phone, ipod, a few clothes and other miscellaneous junk. "Mum! I'm going out K'?" My parent looked up as I rushed through the kitchen. "Be good" Mum said smiling, blonde-brown hair swishing.
I kissed the top of her head and walked out. I walked to the city centre and sat down on the fountain that towered over my head, getting out Madame Revenant and placing my beret style hat on the ground. I plucked her strings and started singing. Within a few minutes my hat was half-full with coins. I continued for a few hours, losing myself in the music. When I came back to earth my hat was full and it was dusk. I swore and rushed home. I banged the door yelling "Hey chickadees I'm back!"
"Ah the third one. Delightful." A dark hooded figure blocked the doorway to the kitchen. A gun of some sort was grasped in its hand.
"Um who are you?" I asked politely, scared. It chuckled and moved aside. I gasped, behind its feet lay my mother and brother. They were in a small pile, their limbs lifelessly twisted. Their clothes were streaked with blood. My brothers blue eyes stared sickly at me. I turned to the figure and spoke, my voice strangely even.
"You did this." A statement not a question. It chuckled again.
"You… BASTARD" I screamed charging at it. It shot at me and the bullet grazed my shoulder. It stung but I took a swing at it. It wasn't there. Behind me I heard a low laugh before I was slammed into a wall. I lashed out with my nails, scratching some sort of device attached to its cloak. It wailed and I felt myself being catapulted away from it before everything went black.
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How's that for a cliffy chickadees? Like it? Then please review. Hate it? Send any flames and they will be used to warm my coffee.