It was dark and storm tension filled the air as a sleek black motorcycle moved rapidity down the dirt road to Midgar. The rider of the motorcycle shifted impatiently and hit the accelerator. Tifa's gonna kill me. He thought grimly, keeping his mako-colored eyes on the road. The first get together in two years and I'm already late. He swore under his breath at his own stupidity. He had forgotten that Avalanche had planned an anniversary for saving the Planet and, being who he was, he had to make an appearance or Tifa would be very, veryangry with him.
Hearing a clap of thunder, mako eyes flicked to the sky as water droplets started to fall. Damn it! I'm gonna get wet! The rider shook his head to get his blond hair out of his eyes. Flashes of thunder illuminated sections of the road beneath the motorcycles tires and reflected in dimmer bands of light off the bike's cowling. Big storm! Thought the rider, flinching as another rumble of thunder vibrated through the air. He cast his eyes to the heavens in irritation, why did it have to rain on a day like this? He sighed and flicked his bangs out of his eyes again. I need a haircut. Looking up again, the rider narrowed his eyes. Something was falling from the sky. It was just a speck, hurtling earthward at an alarming speed. What!? Mako eyes widened as he remembered how Jenvoa came to the planet. Without thinking, he revved his engine and turned off the road sharply. Tracking the specks movement, the blond flinched. It was traveling faster than he thought, it was now gathering more speed as it fell. If it hits at this rate, it's gonna smash smithereens. The blond thought nervously. As he raced along the ground, the object got closer and closer to the land.
The black motorcycle skidded to a halt and the blond leaped of it, eyes still on the sky. He was almost beneath the object now. What the hell!? He gasped softly, mako eyes widening in shock. The object slammed into the ground with a huge explosion and the blond threw up his arms to shield his face from the dirt and rocks. Coughing, he waved his hands around to clear the air of the dust. Walking carefully forward, mako eyes were still wide as he saw what was lying in the small dip in the ground. It was a human. The first thing that caught the blond's attention was the color of the wild locks that framed a slightly feminine face. The color was purple; the guy's hair was purple. The mako-colored eyes traveling down the boy's body to land on a ghastly wound on his stomach. Blood was soaked into his white button-up shirt and it was nearly torn into unrecognizable rags. Gashes and burses were littered over the boy's exposed flesh and small burns were on his hands and neck.
"Shit." The blond swore. This guy was really torn up. He quickly knelt and
felt for a pulse on the purple-haired boy's wrist. It was slow and weak; the blond could barely feel it. Mako eyes scanned the sky again to check if anything else was coming down; nothing was. He looked to the wounded boy on the ground. My excuse for being WAY late. He thought remembering why he was out in the pouring rain.
The blond bent down and scooped the boy up. He blinked in surprise, the boy was so light. He must be younger than I thought. Sitting the boy on his motorcycle, the blond swung up behind and adjusted the unconscious form in front of him. The boy fit perfectly under his chin on the motorcycle. He's really small! Shaking his head, the blond told himself. He probably hasn't eaten in a long time. Looking up at the stormy heavens, mako-blue eyes became curious. Why was he falling from the sky? While rain drops leaked out of the black clouds overhead, another cloud sprayed mud as he raced through the storm to Midgar.