The girl silently walked into the room. Slipping in completely unnoticed. He eyes glistened in the dim morning light. She had to be careful or she would be found. Her long blonde hair flowed lightly in the gentle spring breeze. Her sister would be waking soon. She must be away from there before that happened. She had to retrieve her objective, the silver diary that would contain her sisters most intimate feelings and insights. To have that would complete her vast planning and her goal.
She walked past the sleeping Celest and her lover Locke. They moved slightly as she passed, but she knew that they were not due up for another hour. They were quietly sleeping intertwined on the bed. His arm wrapped around her voluptuous waist. She seemed bound to him in their clingy state. They were completely oblivious to the world.
He will be mine she thought to herself. Sister dearest has gotten everything she has ever wanted. I will have my goals dreams fulfilled. My life should be as good and will be when the time is right. I know what I must do and I will do it.
Her minds voice was placid and harsh. Condemning of the sister that did not know her. She loathed the one who betrayed her. Michiru had a goal and was keen to the challenge of achieving it. She briskly walked through the room, quietly searching for the book she so desired. Where could it be hidden, she thought.She searched through the entire house until there was only one place it could be.
She glanced at her sisters face staring at her in the eye. Gently she lifted her head and pillow finding her goal beneath the golden locks of hair. He eyes glistened with the hatred and darkness of her thoughts. Her faced warmed as the evil grin of triumph appeared on her face. She maliciously walked toward the door, her mission accomplished. Everything was going as she had planned.
As she walked down the dark alleyway she remembered the beginnings of her journey. It had been a warm and bright day when she learned of her sister. It was quite an accident that she ran across their father, a small fisherman who had abandoned them. He was homeless now with nothing to eat of drink. He looked wretched in his rags. His eyes told of his pain and sorrow. When he glanced up at her he asked for a few bits of money. Michiru had thrown a few bits of currency his way and walked on as if nothing had happened. On her way past she mentioned a lack of beggars in Jidoor.
He had proceeded to follow her. Her assumption was that he was intending to beg her for more currency. She turned to hit him for his insolence, but when she turned she came to see the loving tenderness in his face. She could see in his eyes the feelings he held for her. Not those of a lover, but those of a caring father. She remembered processing the emotions as his began his conversation.
He asked her of her origins and she calmly replied that she had none. He asked of her past and she remarked that she had been abandoned. He asked her what she had as a child and where she was found. She told him of a simple handmade teddy bear with a woven shirt . As for the place, she rendered picture of Jidoor, a small prosperous town on the western side of the world. The mans eyes flashed relevance to the curious girl. Her heart had leapt as she thought she had a new clue to her past. He smiled and told her that she looked a lot like her mother. The eyes and the glistening hair and the stance of defiance and confidence.
He told her a story about a rich man and woman who lived in that town. This couple had two children. These two children were girls. He could only tell her that they lost their wealth due to ignorance and the children were abandoned to places of safety. The elder was given to the empire for the magic she had began to show was strong. The younger had been stolen during an excursion on the path to the next city.
The old man had been her father and she was furious at his insolence. He had simply let her disappear. Her sister had been taken in by the army at least, but they had both been abandoned. He did not deserve to live. He was the scum of the earth. He had left her to die, not knowing or seeming to care where she had went. She knew then that she would kill him, he deserved the same fate.
She told the man, her father, that she would let him stay with her for the night. That night when they were cozily settled in her room she began another conversation of the past he knew. They had chatted for a long time when she noticed he evaded certain questions that she had asked. Her furry came to over take her once again and she tied him to the bed. Her army training had come in use, no matter how ironic it had been that they hadn't wanted her either. She made a crude whip out of the harshest leather she could find in her knapsack. He asked here, in a terrified voice, what her intentions were.
She shed her anger on his aging body. She forced her feelings against her father with forceful slaps and whips. She shed tears for her pain and the pain she inflicted him now. Her heart raced with the anger of her punches and whipping. Her anger completely unleashed on, he, who had hurt her. Her eyes flashed with pleasure at the pain she wrought against her own father. Her eyes turned crimson in the light of the moon flooding in from the dirty window. She beat and showed him no mercy until his was near death.
She stopped when his eyes began to droop and when his heart began to slow. She asked him again for the truth and for what had not been told to him. He might know something of importance to her. When he began to reveal his secrets she released her hold and began to lightly caress his face as he cowered in fear of her actions. She smiled an grin of malice into his deadened eyes. Her mind flared with anger and pleasure as he decrypted what he knew.
He told her where her mother could be found. The place he described was rather small. It was called Noishe. She was buried there when she died of a disease. He told her that her sister was currently a solider. She was as far as he knew, still alive and well. As she remembered she thought to herself, oh how times have changed.
Her father told her many things that both scared, angered and confused her at the time. She was still furious at him though, for his betrayal of her and her sister.
She came back to the present as she thought of her sister, Celeste. Now she had saved the world and everything was her way. She got the better deal as far as this woman was concerned. Celeste had everything that the girl wanted. She had Locke and what would probably become a prosperous family. She hated and repulsed at everything her sister had. It was what she deserved and she was insistent on having it.
She walked down the street, diary in hand. She know knew that not only had her father betrayed her, but so had her sister.
Oh, but that had been a wonderful night for this girl. Taking what was rightfully her sisters and remembering the past. Remembering the taste of blood and it's warmth on the night that she stabbed her father to death. Remembering the feel of the cool hard steel in her red stained hands. Her heartbeat racing as his slowed to an end. Her memories of her first kill were vivid every time she committed another dastardly deed. Her life was stained and she would clean it when she took her sisters place.
She had been planning it for oh so long. She would have the friends, the love, the beauty, the world under her rule, it would all be hers. She knew how to do it. All it would take was one more swift kill. Celeste death would cleanse her heart and soul of all her deeds. She would finally have the life she deserved and the love she lusted for so forcefully. Her heart slowed to normal with the thought of that future victory. The glorious time was oh so near.
There were a few problems for her to work out and contemplate though. Locke would never let her kill Celeste and neither would those who helped her save the world. Terra, that dratted esper would be the worst. Her powers had grown substantially since the salvation of the world. That girl was so intent on never seeing her precious, but unattainable, Locke in any pain. Sabin and Edgar could be distracted with an invented political situation seeing as they were running the world now. Gau would be somewhere fighting monsters as free as he had been before, no problem there. Seltzer was in jail for his gambling bets and Realm would be more concerned with her next coming art show of magic. Shadow and Cyan were an unlikely problem, seeing as they had seemed to disappear from the public eye. She doubted that they would re-surface. She figured them dead. As for Mog, he hadn't been seen for many years since the world had been saved. Most people thought him dead, but there were rumors of a white puff ball running around saving people.
All of these would not interfere with her goal though. If she had to kill them all she would. She intended to reach her goal no matter what.
Celeste opened her sleepy eyes slowly. When she looked around she saw her beloved still curled up about her. They had had a very busy night that night. All that play and no work was much better than all work and no play. She smiled and gently kissed him on the fore head. Locke moved slightly, looking up into her gorgeous eyes.
Her heart filled with joy as he woke and kissed her sweetly. Her life was a breeze now. She no longer had to worry about conspiracy or deceit. The war was over and she had won. She was happy to have a true life. Locke was of the same persuasion. He loved her with all his heart. His thieving days were over. He was par t of the consultant of the city. His decisions helped decide the fates of an entire people. He was finally at peace with Celeste. Neither of them knew that things would come to pass once again.
Meanwhile Terra sat at her orphanage remembering the world of the past. remembering how it was before the world was destroyed. Her eyes moved to the sleeping children. She slowly got up seeing that they were asleep. She walked slowlyto her usual spot. The other girl had taken over for her. It was hard to imagine that Mina, once one of her charges, had become her helper.
She passed through the long broken door hoping to see her friends as they had appeared when they re-recruited her. As she arrives to her spot outside and wondered what Locke was doing. It would be dawn where he was and she so wished that she could be watching sun rise with him, but he had Celeste. He had made it clear that she was his choice and she politely accepted it. Her mind wandered as she fell asleep on her small overlook.
Sabin and Edgar were already up and working when Terra had drifted to sleep. Sabin was in charge of all the politics and policies that were being enacted. Edgar was busy making sur e that they created laws for the betterment of their world. They worked hard and did not have much leisure time. They knew before anyone else that another uprising was on the verge of occurring. Rumors were spreading of a terror sweeping through the newly repaired nation. There were rumors of a new uprising, but they had no clue how close it actually was to them. It was hard to substantiate any rumor seeing as they were still bridging the communication gaps. They were eagerly awaiting Cyan's report and hoping for the best. Little did they know that the danger had already been in the works for years.
Cyan was galloping on a chocobo early in the morning. His rush was to Figaro where his co-kings diligently awaited his intelligence report. He no longer had regrets of his past. His life had felt free since his wife had released him with her words. The news he was bringing was more important than all that though. What he knew would be of great importance to the worlds future. The out- looks on these current rumors were not good. New forces were currently trying to recapture the world in their grasp.
He had to tell the king what was brewing in the world that was still rebuilding. No one could become another insane Kefka.
Gau and Shadow were sleeping on the open ground in the middle of the enchanted forest. Their bounty had escaped them once again. They had already y been chasing her for such a long time. Shadow was lucky that he had me Gau on the way. It was truly speeding up this adventure. If this lasted much longer, though, he would have to double his price. This person, whoever he or she was, had created a trail of death. An unusual trail though because they could not find the one who had stained themselves with these atrocities.
It was near dawn and the two had.....relaxed....well together that night. Who knew that the two could become the best bounty team in the known world. Gau's instincts and Shadows femine sword tactics had proved to be a formidable team in and of themselves. It was almost disturbing how sly this person was.
Seltzer sat in the brig once again. His gambling has sat him in a though spot. His airship has been docked and confined. No one was going to help him this time. All of the team had made it clear that his gambling would no longer be accepted. He might lose the airship this time. He had never come this close to losing everything. His addiction was strong, but reason said that enough was enough. He just needed to find a way out of here now. Maybe the young Realm would save him. She was finally coming into money. He relished that idea knowing it was his only hope. He was broke and his life now depended on a seventeen year old girl!
Realm sat in her studio finishing her finally painting for her art show next week. It was a portrait of her grandfather. Her tears glistened on the end of her cheek. She could no longer work on this piece. Her sadness and lack of sleep had finally made her drop to her last reserve of energy. She was tired and summoned an art work to lead her to bed. Her mind slowly drowning the sorrow. She had wanted to share such days with her grandfather, but he was no longer a part of this world. The young woman of seventeen now had long flowing hair. Her eyes sparked all the time and her kindness was still less than desirable sometimes. Her heart was pure though dispite her mischievous attitude. Her memories of the salvation of the world drove her into a deep sleep. An occurrence that had happened every night for the last eight years. Her tears drowned out in the perseverance of past happiness. Her sorrow lost to her need for sleep.
Meanwhile, in a hidden cave an old moogle sits knowing of the danger to come. Mog can no longer fight for his days are coming to a close, but his daughter Moglia can take his place. The moogles have long since hidden themselves away as they espers did so long ago. Moglia is part of the only hope for the future of this world. Mog sends his daughter out knowing that she will show his reputation proud. He has lived a long life of helping people and has kept the traditions going. The moogles that stayed behind still keep memories for those who need them. He still helps where he can. He is the elder of those who are left. He shows them how to strive for peace as all his people once did. Humans have driven this race away too.
She smiles knowing that they all are out there. Knowing that her activities are known partially to all who she despises. Of those she knows of, she is aware of their activities. Including those of a bounty hunter. She knows the way the fight and act. Her research has not gone and will not go to waste. Her enemies are known to her and she knows their weaknesses. Her stained hands demand her form of cleansing.
She walks into the rustling dawn light, hoping to get to her inn room unnoticed. As she slips in she pays the innkeeper for his silence, people can still be corrupted. She walks of the stairs and slides in the door. removing her cloak, she reveals the same long flowing blonde hair her sister adorns. Her features are very similar yet distinct. Her eyes are a lighter shade of green and her cheek bone is lower. She is gorgeous and tall. Her slender build made it easy for her to sneak around .Her decisive eyes could let her persuade almost any man to take her away. She had a harsh, cold and alluring feature to her personage and her mind was a keen as her physical features She was smart, sly and deceitful. She could con or she could do things logically, whichever suited her at the time.
She walked over to her bed and stripped down to her basic wear, a bra and undies. She slipped her succulent body under the covers and hugged the book to her chest. She laid it in her lap deciding whether to read it or not. Her heart pounded with a longing to know her sister and her thoughts. The silver sparkled in her eyes as they glistened with excitement. When she was ready she opened her mouth gently and took a huge breath. She released this drawn out breath. She opened the silver book gently caressing it's cover like the treasure it was. Her fingers flipped through the pages quickly to see how much reading she was in for.
Her heart seemed to twist in anticipation. This little book was the turning point in all her plotting and scheming. She slammed the book shut and examined it again to be sure it was the real thing. Once she had assured herself for the millionth time, she slowly opened the sacred book of her sisters memories. She began to read the first page, which entailed the beginning of her world journey. She wafted through the memories of her pathetic sister wondering if she could have done it any better. She laughed a maniacle laugh as her plot came within realities grasp.