The Original And the Clone
By: Yuffie Kisaragi2 And Rounce Uth Matar
This fic has already been completed on paper, so if there's something here that doesn't quite fit in, tell me in a review or e-mail me. It's a... er... different idea that I had as a spur of the moment kind of thing. It's not about Yuffie, but and OC, the Turks, and some of AVALANCHE.
Rounce: I'm supposed to be here for inspirational support.
Yuffers: A lot of help you were... This fic is rated for language, because, as we all know, if you say certain words in a movie, it has to be rated at least PG-13. So, I'm rating this like I would a movie. Soap, hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Yuffie Kisaragi2 and Rounce Uth Matar own nothing, except their own OC and their story. They do not own any songs, groups, movies, etc. mentioned, and don't own FF7 or any of the characters affiliated with FF7.
Prologue: MAKO Eyes
The girl ignored the pain in her wrist as she stood, daggers ready, fire in her blue eyes. She wasn't going to back away from those stupid SOLDIERs. They were beneath her.
"Blasted Hojo," she muttered under her breath and threw a dagger at the first moron to attack. The crimson blood spilled out of his neck where the small knife had buried itself.
She seemed to dance around the others, her silver blonde hair in her face, her MAKO blue eyes on each of her victims as they fell, a mysterious smirk playing on her lips. Easily defeated, eight SOLDIERs were on the ground in almost an instant.
A cold laugh echoed around the room, almost catching her by surprise.
"Hojo." Her tone was icy and she spat the name as if saying it left a bad taste in her mouth.
"Experiment Number 694-3215-21B. Very good, you're better than your Original already."
"Hmmm... My Original. The almost-clone, failed experiment." Her smirk was wicked. "Cloud Strife, Experiment Number 123-1118-01AA."
"Computer genius, aren't you? Hacked into my files again, I see." His tone was pissy and, though she couldn't see him, she could invision his scowl.
"I had to gain knowledge some how. What do you want Hojo?"
"An assassin," he replied simply.
The girl rolled her eyes. "An assassin without a name for whom?"
"Your Original. Besides, you have a name to go by now. Tanith Jillian Victor. T.J."
Yuffers: Soap, will she take the job? Or not? Review, and flames are always welcome as long as they don't say something like "Yer fic Sux!" Because that's not constructive criticism, besides the fact that you grammar would have to be atrocious!
Rounce: M'Kay, I think what she means is... If you send a flame, then it will be used to start a huge-ass bon fire!
Yuffers: Exactly! Welp, Till Next Time! AUDI!!!
By: Yuffie Kisaragi2 And Rounce Uth Matar
This fic has already been completed on paper, so if there's something here that doesn't quite fit in, tell me in a review or e-mail me. It's a... er... different idea that I had as a spur of the moment kind of thing. It's not about Yuffie, but and OC, the Turks, and some of AVALANCHE.
Rounce: I'm supposed to be here for inspirational support.
Yuffers: A lot of help you were... This fic is rated for language, because, as we all know, if you say certain words in a movie, it has to be rated at least PG-13. So, I'm rating this like I would a movie. Soap, hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Yuffie Kisaragi2 and Rounce Uth Matar own nothing, except their own OC and their story. They do not own any songs, groups, movies, etc. mentioned, and don't own FF7 or any of the characters affiliated with FF7.
Prologue: MAKO Eyes
The girl ignored the pain in her wrist as she stood, daggers ready, fire in her blue eyes. She wasn't going to back away from those stupid SOLDIERs. They were beneath her.
"Blasted Hojo," she muttered under her breath and threw a dagger at the first moron to attack. The crimson blood spilled out of his neck where the small knife had buried itself.
She seemed to dance around the others, her silver blonde hair in her face, her MAKO blue eyes on each of her victims as they fell, a mysterious smirk playing on her lips. Easily defeated, eight SOLDIERs were on the ground in almost an instant.
A cold laugh echoed around the room, almost catching her by surprise.
"Hojo." Her tone was icy and she spat the name as if saying it left a bad taste in her mouth.
"Experiment Number 694-3215-21B. Very good, you're better than your Original already."
"Hmmm... My Original. The almost-clone, failed experiment." Her smirk was wicked. "Cloud Strife, Experiment Number 123-1118-01AA."
"Computer genius, aren't you? Hacked into my files again, I see." His tone was pissy and, though she couldn't see him, she could invision his scowl.
"I had to gain knowledge some how. What do you want Hojo?"
"An assassin," he replied simply.
The girl rolled her eyes. "An assassin without a name for whom?"
"Your Original. Besides, you have a name to go by now. Tanith Jillian Victor. T.J."
Yuffers: Soap, will she take the job? Or not? Review, and flames are always welcome as long as they don't say something like "Yer fic Sux!" Because that's not constructive criticism, besides the fact that you grammar would have to be atrocious!
Rounce: M'Kay, I think what she means is... If you send a flame, then it will be used to start a huge-ass bon fire!
Yuffers: Exactly! Welp, Till Next Time! AUDI!!!