Dagger to My Heart
-Mystik Surreality-
AN// Yes, and no. That's all I'll say. XD This was my freaky little idea. Set before KH, but after the destruction of the FF8 world causing Leon to come to Traverse Town.
Summary// She was the only survivor of her world's destruction... and he has locked his heart away from the world after the destruction of his. Can they bring each other back into the light, before the darkness destroys them?
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Chapter One // Daggers and Lions
She tried to swallow her grief and stand strong, but she couldn't. She was shaking too hard. Brushing her hair out of her face, she stumbled and her knees hit the ground, hard.
"Oh no, you're another survivor, aren't you?"
A pair of small hands on either arm helped her stand. She looked at her newfound aids, and saw a pair of concerned green and brown eyes on either side.
"Come on. We'll find you a place to sleep off the shock." The one in the pink jumper held her arm comfortingly, and patted it soothingly.
"Who...who are..." she tried to begin, but her throat contracted. The one in pink smiled at her.
"My name is Aerith. My friend here is Yuffie." she explained gently and with a small smile. She nodded as the two led her through a set of doors.
She had no idea where she was, but her mind was too numb to really care.
Everyone... her entire world was gone. Without a trace, completely gone. Tears threatened at the corners of her eyes, but she tried to fight them.
"Don't fight the tears, my friend." Aerith spoke. "The tears are part of the healing."
Somehow, moments later, she found herself laying on a soft, warm bed. She doubted she could sleep without horrible nightmares, but sleep tugged at her. Aerith stood over her and gently touched her forehead.
"Sleep.. No bad dreams tonight. I can hold them away tonight." she whispered. The last thing she saw was concerned eyes.
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Yuffie glanced over Aerith's shoulder at the sleeping woman.
"Who is she, do you think?" she murmured.
"I don't know... she's not any older than us. Maybe younger." Aerith commented, glancing at her dark haired friend. "She's in shock. Once that wears off, we can figure out if she's the only one left... and where she's from in the first place."
Yuffie nodded. "I guess."
"For now, why don't you go tell Leon that we've got another survivor. It'll do him good to take his mind off... things." Aerith commented. Yuffie agreed with a shudder.
"He still blames himself for her death." Yuffie said quietly. Aerith nodded slowly.
"I know."
Yuffie left the room silently, and Aerith was left alone with the girl. She brushed a few dark strands from the girl's face.
Short black hair... what color had her eyes been? Hazel, if Aerith remembered correctly. Judging by her clothes, which were basically shredded and useless, she was from a less advanced world. But where?
"That's a problem for another time." she murmured. For now, the girl needed to recover... and to grief.
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Leon tensed instinctively when the door slid open. He didn't turn around. It was either Yuffie or Aerith, anyway.
"Aerith sent me. Told me to tell you that there's a new girl... she was pretty shaken up."
"Was?" he murmured.
"Aerith put her to sleep so she could rest. She looked pretty ragged."
"What world is she from?"
Yuffie shrugged. "We don't know yet, but she was wearing a pair of really ornamental daggers... not kinds I've ever seen."
Leon nodded. "I'll see to her later." he mumbled. Yuffie nodded and left quickly. Once the door had closed behind her, Leon sighed with relief. Yuffie was afraid of him when he was like this, and that didn't help him any.
Sighing, he decided to go see this newcomer. She might prove more useful that Yuffie, at least.
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She awoke with a start, shivering. As Aerith had promised, no dreams had haunted her rest. She still shook with the fear of her narrow escape.
She closed her eyes and mourned silently until the door opened. In came Yuffie, tray in arms, and what appeared to be the lays of a good lunch on the tray.
"I figured you haven't eaten in awhile, so I brought you some lunch. Sandwiches, fruit, and juice." she explained, setting the tray on the side table.
She smiled politely. "Thank you." She wasn't entirely sure if she could stomach food, but she proved that she was actually very hungry with the first bite of cut pineapple from the tray. She felt a bit of her strength returning with the meal, and glanced at Yuffie.
"What's you're name?" Yuffie finally asked.
She winced. "I am Gar-" she paused. "Dagger. My name is Dagger." She shifted and slid out from under the covers. "You all are far too nice. I shouldn't be imposing."
Yuffie smiled and pushed Dagger back into a siting position. "Don't worry. We only repay the favor of those who helped us get used to being here." she smiled. "So... Dagger... how about you and I go for a little walk? Stretch your legs, and get as much fresh air as Traverse Town offers." she suggested. Dagger nodded slightly.
"Sounds nice." she commented, standing. Her legs shook a little, but she paled when she realized how torn up her clothes were. "Except..."
"Already taken care of." Yuffie gestured at a pile of clothes on a chair. "They should fit. You're about my size."
Dagger smiled politely, sadly. "Thank you."
Yuffie slipped out the door, closing it softly behind her. Dagger quickly peeled herself from the old clothing and donned the new ones. A black skirt, white blouse very similar to her old one, and black ankle boots. She smiled faintly and wondered if these people had thought of everything.
-Mystik Surreality-
AN// Yes, and no. That's all I'll say. XD This was my freaky little idea. Set before KH, but after the destruction of the FF8 world causing Leon to come to Traverse Town.
Summary// She was the only survivor of her world's destruction... and he has locked his heart away from the world after the destruction of his. Can they bring each other back into the light, before the darkness destroys them?
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Chapter One // Daggers and Lions
She tried to swallow her grief and stand strong, but she couldn't. She was shaking too hard. Brushing her hair out of her face, she stumbled and her knees hit the ground, hard.
"Oh no, you're another survivor, aren't you?"
A pair of small hands on either arm helped her stand. She looked at her newfound aids, and saw a pair of concerned green and brown eyes on either side.
"Come on. We'll find you a place to sleep off the shock." The one in the pink jumper held her arm comfortingly, and patted it soothingly.
"Who...who are..." she tried to begin, but her throat contracted. The one in pink smiled at her.
"My name is Aerith. My friend here is Yuffie." she explained gently and with a small smile. She nodded as the two led her through a set of doors.
She had no idea where she was, but her mind was too numb to really care.
Everyone... her entire world was gone. Without a trace, completely gone. Tears threatened at the corners of her eyes, but she tried to fight them.
"Don't fight the tears, my friend." Aerith spoke. "The tears are part of the healing."
Somehow, moments later, she found herself laying on a soft, warm bed. She doubted she could sleep without horrible nightmares, but sleep tugged at her. Aerith stood over her and gently touched her forehead.
"Sleep.. No bad dreams tonight. I can hold them away tonight." she whispered. The last thing she saw was concerned eyes.
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Yuffie glanced over Aerith's shoulder at the sleeping woman.
"Who is she, do you think?" she murmured.
"I don't know... she's not any older than us. Maybe younger." Aerith commented, glancing at her dark haired friend. "She's in shock. Once that wears off, we can figure out if she's the only one left... and where she's from in the first place."
Yuffie nodded. "I guess."
"For now, why don't you go tell Leon that we've got another survivor. It'll do him good to take his mind off... things." Aerith commented. Yuffie agreed with a shudder.
"He still blames himself for her death." Yuffie said quietly. Aerith nodded slowly.
"I know."
Yuffie left the room silently, and Aerith was left alone with the girl. She brushed a few dark strands from the girl's face.
Short black hair... what color had her eyes been? Hazel, if Aerith remembered correctly. Judging by her clothes, which were basically shredded and useless, she was from a less advanced world. But where?
"That's a problem for another time." she murmured. For now, the girl needed to recover... and to grief.
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Leon tensed instinctively when the door slid open. He didn't turn around. It was either Yuffie or Aerith, anyway.
"Aerith sent me. Told me to tell you that there's a new girl... she was pretty shaken up."
"Was?" he murmured.
"Aerith put her to sleep so she could rest. She looked pretty ragged."
"What world is she from?"
Yuffie shrugged. "We don't know yet, but she was wearing a pair of really ornamental daggers... not kinds I've ever seen."
Leon nodded. "I'll see to her later." he mumbled. Yuffie nodded and left quickly. Once the door had closed behind her, Leon sighed with relief. Yuffie was afraid of him when he was like this, and that didn't help him any.
Sighing, he decided to go see this newcomer. She might prove more useful that Yuffie, at least.
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She awoke with a start, shivering. As Aerith had promised, no dreams had haunted her rest. She still shook with the fear of her narrow escape.
She closed her eyes and mourned silently until the door opened. In came Yuffie, tray in arms, and what appeared to be the lays of a good lunch on the tray.
"I figured you haven't eaten in awhile, so I brought you some lunch. Sandwiches, fruit, and juice." she explained, setting the tray on the side table.
She smiled politely. "Thank you." She wasn't entirely sure if she could stomach food, but she proved that she was actually very hungry with the first bite of cut pineapple from the tray. She felt a bit of her strength returning with the meal, and glanced at Yuffie.
"What's you're name?" Yuffie finally asked.
She winced. "I am Gar-" she paused. "Dagger. My name is Dagger." She shifted and slid out from under the covers. "You all are far too nice. I shouldn't be imposing."
Yuffie smiled and pushed Dagger back into a siting position. "Don't worry. We only repay the favor of those who helped us get used to being here." she smiled. "So... Dagger... how about you and I go for a little walk? Stretch your legs, and get as much fresh air as Traverse Town offers." she suggested. Dagger nodded slightly.
"Sounds nice." she commented, standing. Her legs shook a little, but she paled when she realized how torn up her clothes were. "Except..."
"Already taken care of." Yuffie gestured at a pile of clothes on a chair. "They should fit. You're about my size."
Dagger smiled politely, sadly. "Thank you."
Yuffie slipped out the door, closing it softly behind her. Dagger quickly peeled herself from the old clothing and donned the new ones. A black skirt, white blouse very similar to her old one, and black ankle boots. She smiled faintly and wondered if these people had thought of everything.