Characters:
Rose Dewitt Bukater – Iris Dewitt Bukater
Jack Dawson – Vanitas Dawson
Cal Hockley – Riku Hockley
Brock Lovett – Zidane Lovett
Ruth Dewitt Bukater – Aqua Dewitt Bukater
Granddaughter of Rose – Surane Calvert
Prologue: Reflections of the Past
Deep down in the blue ocean lay the once luxurious ship called the R.M.S Titanic. It carried a remnant of a romantic story of two lovers who were on the fateful ship. Their love for each other was so deep, nothing could break them apart. Someone wanted to for his lust, of course…
Beneath the sky, the land, the shore, lay a ship with a story of two lovers by the name of Vanitas and Iris. Now someone is about to unravel the story of both of them but who shall it be? Till then, their story remains locked in that sunken ship.
Two submarines descended slowly toward the ocean floor and started swimming their way over the ocean floor. They constantly emitted a certain sound as they went.
Ping. Ping. Ping
"13 meters ahead and you should see 'her'" A man said silently to the other crew members. The members looked over their sonar scans and finally spotted Titanic on it.
Ping. Ping. Ping
A blonde man gazed at the ship in amazement, staring through the thick glass window. After a few seconds, he turned around to face his crew members. "Okay you guys, Take the submarine up and over the bow rail". (The tip of the ship)
Over the radio a man said in a muffled tone, "Okay, we're going over the tip of the ship so stay with us now" The submarines slowly ascended so they could have a better look over the bow of the ship. The submarines flashed their lights over to a different site on the Titanic.
"Okay, everyone shush up cuz' we're rolling" The blonde man took the video camera into his hands and started recording. He started by saying, "Seeing Titanic coming out of the darkness like a ghost ship still gets to me every time" He shivered slightly just by thinking about it. "To see the sad ruin of a great ship that only 'once' partially sailed across the ocean surface, is sitting here where she landed at 2:30 am on April 15, 1912. After her long fall from the world above." He said, made a dramatic ending, and then sighed.
A fat man snickered and said, "You are so full of s***, Zidane" After hearing this, Zidane looked over at him and chuckled slightly.
Ping. Ping. Ping
The submarines start looking even further into the ship, examining every detail that the ship had to offer. There didn't seem to be an inch that wasn't rusted and/or slimed over.
"Okay dive six – here we are again on the deck of Titanic, 2½ miles down; 3,821 meters. Outside, the pressure is 3½ tons per square inch. These windows are nine inches thick and if they go; it's sayonara in 2 microseconds" Zidane didn't finish his statement with that much enthusiasm, then he turned the camera off. "All righty then. That's enough of that bulls***"
The submarines went even deeper into the Titanic. "Just put her down on the roof of the officer's quarters like yesterday" ordered Zidane, knowing from experience that it was one of the most stable places left on Titanic.
"Okay boss" A man replied, doing as ordered. The motion stirred up a fine cloud of dust as they settled down.
A man over the radio said, "Okay fellas, we have arrived right on the grand staircase. You guys set to launch the video camera?"
"Yeah—Hey Zidane, we're gonna launch Dunkin now" A man said.
Zidane nodded and said, "Okay then, launch the damn thing".
"Go Squall." The man launched a mini video camera called Dunkin into the ocean to explore the Titanic. It was half the size of a door, almost a blood-red color, and like the subs was built to withstand the intense conditions of the ocean floor. "Tether out ya guys"
"Tether out. Okay Zidane, we're dropping along the hull" said a man.
"Roger that. Okay, descend Dunkin into the first class gangway door. I want all you guys working on the D deck and the dining saloon area" Zidane said over the radio.
"Copy that. Tether out" replied the man.
Dunkin has now reached a door covered in moss. "Guys, turn to the left" commanded Zidane, watching Dunkin's progress on the screen.
"Turning left so we're coming" the man replied.
Dunkin traveled inside D deck, and it spotted a door with beautiful markings, but it was rusty and had slime all over it.
"Snoop Dog is on the move" "We're going down the stairwell" said two different men, confirming the progress of Dunkin.
Zidane faced the fat man known as Bartz and gave him his instructions. "Okay man; go down to B deck then A deck"
"Gimme some rope, Captain Zidane" Bartz said, using Dunkins vision scoop.
"B decks—get in there" said Zidane, intently watching the screen. The red camera went into B deck and flashed its light around, spotting a beautiful chandelier with crystals surrounding it, which somehow didn't have any rust or slime on it yet. As Dunkin went in further, it spotted a rusty shoe. (Belongs to Vanitas) Then it spotted a white mask, which was half buried in the dust and debris.
Dunkin went even further into the ship and tried to carefully get through the door frame. It didnt go as well as planned.
"Hey Bartz, watch the door frame, watch the door. Watch it. WATCH IT FOR GOD SAKES!" Zidane yelled as he tried to keep his temperament under control, but it wasn't easy since Lewis kept bumping Dunkin along the doorframe.
"Listen man, I see it so I got it-" said Bartz, doing his best.
BANG! sounded into the subs as the door came clean off, more or less.
That 'bang' made Zidane glare at Bartz for a moment and then he faced his attention back to Dunkin. "Bartz" he said, barely containing his warning.
"Hey, we're good. Just chill man, chill" said Bartz, trying to calm his boss down.
The light flashed onto a desk covered in moss and which had shells for markings. The red mini camera got closer to examine the desk.
"Alright, stop focusing on the desk and make your turn and then come around" Zidane instructed to Lewis.
"Kay Captain" Bartz responed, doing as ordered.
"Make the turn and watch the friggin' wall. We don't want to destroy Dunkin now do we?" Zidane emphasized the word 'don't' as a reminder to not bump Dunkin into anything, or Bartz would get his ass kicked. Bartz just rolled his eyes in annoyance.
A man over at the other submarine radioed Zidane . "Hey Zidane. We're already at the piano. Ya hear?"
"Yeah I hear" he responed.
As the crew passed the piano, they spotted a room.
"Right there! That's it! That's the bedroom door we've been looking for!" Zidane almost shouted, not bothering to contain his excitement.
"Yeah I see it. We're totally in baby! We're in!" Bartz said between loud laughs of joy.
The camera slowly entered the room, then it spotted a twin bed.
"Hey, that's Riku's bed. That's where the son of a bitch slept." Zidane said, looking closely at it.
They spotted a bath tub and Bartz cracked his joke. "Hey look, someone left the water running" He laughed at his own joke while Zidane just rolled his eyes. His blue orbs glanced at a wardrobe door.
"Hold it Lewis, go to the right" he said, his instincts at work.
Bartz adjusted Dunkin and turnedhe camera around so it could look to it's right.
"That wardrobe door – looks suspicious. Get more closer to it" he said.
"Have a good sense of suspicion about it boss?" asked Bartz.
"I wanna see what's under the wardrobe door" said Zidane, thinking something was up with it.
"Okay then, I'll get Dunkin's claws ready for grabbing the door" getting the equipment neccasary to do so. He loved using the claws.
Dunkin released its claws and slowly grasped the door gently and lifted it up with a little bit of difficulty, flipping it to the other side. There, under the door was a safe. Zidane narrowed his eyes to better focus on the safe.
"It's payday, boys" Zidane smirked.
The crew on the boat lifted the submarine out of the water and then set it on the dock. As they removed the findings of Titanic, everyone started to pop a beer. They all cheer as the safe was being lifted off, and people started making 'ka-ching' noises to represent cash. Bartz popped a beer and sprayed it on every one, not that they really minded as they were too focused on the safe.
As the crew keep on cheering, a man carrying a saw goes near the safe to cut through it.
"We did it Bartz, we did it" Zidane said in a tired tone.
"Uh huh! Who's da man here! Who da man! Who da best Blondie. Who is? Say it. Say" yelled Bartz, pestering him.
Zidane faced Bartz with a big grin plastered all over his face. "You are, man" Bartz gave Zidane a sloppy kiss on the cheek while Zidane easily yet playfully shoved Lewis off of him.
The saw started to cut through the safe while Zidane anxiously said, "Crack her open cuz we're all waiting for the big time!"
"YEAH!" Everyone shouted, agreeing with that statement.
They finally opened the safe and a bunch of red liquid came pouring out along with a mysterious art book. Someone grabbed a video camera to film the whole thing. As Zidane picked up the art book, he tossed it aside to look for more items in the safe. Nothing else was in there.
"Oh shit" he quietly whispered.
"No 'key'" A man stated the obvious.
"Ya know something Zidane," Bartz started, "the same thing happened to a dude named Geraldo and his career never recovered"
Zidane stood still for a moment, then stood up and glared daggers at the video camera. "Turn the damn thing off now!"
A preserver stood over a container filled with water and grabbd the 'mysterious art book.' She carefully started to rinse it off with a gentle motion in her hands.
"Hey Zidane, everyone wants to know how it's going" Zidane turns around to face the man and took the phone away from him.
"Hey ya guys, whassup. Look, the 'treasure' wasn't in the safe but look on the bright side; you don't have to worry about anything. It could be anywhere. There are a lot of places we still haven't checked." He continued to blabber on the phone, doing his best to convince his funders.
The woman who was preserving the art book started to see the drawing of a nude woman with a heart shaped necklace around her slender neck appear, the gentle rinse doing it's job.
"Like I said, it could be anywhere" said Zidane.
"Yeah like Jimmy Hoffa's briefcase!" said the man, who was still hanging around.
Zidane rolled his eyes at him in annoyance. "A lot of places" he continued.
The black haired woman, who was preserving the drawing, had a bewildered look on her face as the drawing of the nude lady became more visible to her. As she stared at the drawing, she started to mull about the situation she was currently in. Could that key necklace be it? I'll have to ask Zidane about this? she thought.
"Zidane, I need to tell you something important" she called over to him.
"Hang on a sec guys" He put the phone down and had an irritated look on his features as he walked over. "Okay, what is SO important that you needed to tell me, that made me hold my IMPORTANT conversation on the phone?"
Her temperament was rising so she had to pinch the bridge of her nose to keep her cool and be silent for a moment. "Well Zidane, I seem to have found a drawing a woman wearing the 'Βασική λεπίδα'"
"What?" Zidane rushed over to where she was working and took a closer look at the drawing. He swiftly dove his hands into the water and carefully removed the drawing from the water container. "Where is the photograph of the original 'key'?"
Xion searched for the photograph and found it, giving it to him. He looked at both pictures to examine it. Yes he said in his head. This is the matching necklace we've been looking for
The label on the drawing said:
April 14, 1912 – SD
"OH - MY - GOD" Zidane said in total shock.
An old woman sat on her porch, working on her pottery while she vaguely heard the news.
"Good evening. Treasure hunter Zidane Lovett is best known for finding Spanish gold on architectural missiona. He was not too long ago searching for the famous shipwrecked Titanic. He is here with me right now live. Hello Zidane"
"Hey. Of course, everyone has heard of the famous Titanic right? My crew members were out using the latest technology to go further into the ship than anyone has eva' done"
As the old woman listened, she started to remember about Titanic. She stopped what she was doing, searched for her cane and grasped it tightly and started to walk up to the television set.
"What is it Nana?" asked her granddaughter, a little worried.
"Turn the volume up Surane" The old woman known as Iris said.
"I have trained experts out here making sure that each item we find is preserved to the fullest. We have found a drawing today: A piece of paper that's been locked up in the ship for 84 years! My team was able to preserve it intact" Zidane says to the reporter.
Iris stared at the picture, bewilderment evident in her features. This 'drawing' was her! Really her! She couldn't believe it. After all these years she finally had another good look at her drawing. She muttered a name under her breath as she remembered who drew it.
"I'll be goddamned" Iris said in total shock.
In the dock, people were unloading submarines and other important materials.
"Hey Zidane! There's a call for you!" A man yelled over the noise.
"Dude," Zidane started, gesturing at the subs, "we're launching the submarines into the water right now. Can't you see?"
"Trust me Blondie; you want to take this friggin' call."
"This better be good and don't call me Blondie!" Zidane said through gritted teeth.
"You have to talk real loud cuz' she can't hear real well. She's kinda old"
"Greeeaaat" Zidane said in a sarcastic tone. He grabbed the phone from the man and talked into the phone. "This is Cloud Strife. How may I help you Mrs….uh-"
"Calvert, Iris Calvert" The man cut in.
"Mrs. Calvert?" Zidane finished off with.
"Did you find the Βασική λεπίδα (It means 'Keyblade' in Greek :D) yet Mr. Lovett? Or you haven't found it yet. I was just curious" said old Iris.
Zidane stared at his partner with total shock written all over his face.
"Told ya so" said the man, smiling.
"Okay Iris, you have my attention and ears. Do you know who the lady in the drawing is?" Zidane said over the phone.
"Uh-huh. That lady is me" she said.
A helicopter flew over the sea, containing Iris, Surane, and her pets in there. They looked out the window in amazement.
"DUDE! BLONDIE! ARE YOU STUPID OR SOMETHING? SHE'S A GODDAMNED LIAR, YA HEAR ME? A LIAR!" Yells Bartz over the noise. "SHE'S PROBABLY SOME PHSYCO LADY LOOKIN' FOR MONEY OR SOMETHING! WHO KNOWS WHY! SHE'S LIKE THAT RUSSIAN GAL ANESTHESIA!"
"Hey look! The helicopter is arriving!" a random man yelled, pointing up at the sky.
"Great. Just great" Bartz sarcastically said.
Zidane and Bartz walked fast around the ship to get to the docks.
"Listen Zidane, Iris Dewitt Bukater died on the Titanic when she was like, um…17 right!" Bartz says.
"Rightly so!" Zidane said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"If she were alive, she'd be over a 100 by now"
"101 in about a month" said Zidane, gesturing at the approaching helicopter.
"Okay then. She's a really OLD goddamned liar! I researched her background information all the way back to the friggin' 20's! She was workin' as an actress. You see know, an actress! Her name was Iris Dawson back then. After that, she marries a guy by the name of Calvert. They settle in Cedar Rapids and she gets pregnant with kids. Now, Calvert's dead and my sources tell me that Cedar Rapids is dead also." Bartz said, out of breath.
"Did you forget something Bartz? Everybody who knows about the 'key' is supposed to dead or on this boat, but Kairi knows!" Zidane said in triumph.
As they were talking, they heard the sounds of the helicopter landing. Zidane was the first to turn around and then Bartz to see that indeed, Iris had arrived.
When the helicopter arrived, three men scurried to the helicopter and took 10 or more of Iris's suitcases down one by one.
"I guess she doesn't travel light huh?" Bartz said to Zidane.
Since Iris was an old lady who couldn't walk, crewmembers had to help Iris out of the helicopter in one piece. As they were doing this, Zidane welcomed Iris with a warm smile. "Welcome to the Keldysh, Mrs. Calvert. I'm Zidane Lovett." He reached his hand out to shake Iris's. As he gently did so he yelled, "Listen up men! Let's get Mrs. Calvert inside pronto! Now move it!"
Hearing all the commotion, Surane hoppe out of the helicopter without any help.
"Oh! Sorry I didn't help you get out of there. Heh Heh?"
"It's okay Mr. Lovett. I got your name right, right?"
"Yes Mrs. Calvert."
"Call me Surane."
They both stay quit for a moment until Zidane says, "We didn't even greet each other properly. I'm Zidane Lovett."
"I'm Surane Calvert." They both shook hands.
As Zidane watched Surane and Iris walk away, a man called out to him. "Yo Blondie! Take the fish!" The man handed Zidane a fish tank. Zidane had a disbelieving look on his face as he started to walk back toward the submarine.
Knock Knock
As Iris was settling in, there was a knock on the door. "Yes" she politely said.
Zidane opened the door cautiously and entered in a respectful manner. "I wanted to make sure if your rooms were nice and comfy."
"Oh yes, they are so no need to worry. Oh! Have you met Surane? She's my granddaughter and takes care of me"
"Nana, Zidane and I met on the dock a couple of minutes ago. Remember?" Surane said gently.
Iris pondered for a moment and gently slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand. "I must have forgotten. Silly me"
As Iris said this, Bartz rolled his eyes in disbelief and annoyance. He gave Zidane a look that clearly stated, 'I told you so dumbass' then he smiled at Kairi.
They watched Iris unload and take her pictures out of her suitcases for a little while. "I always take my pictures when I travel, always" she said, noticing their stares.
"Is there anything else that I can assist you in? Anything at all. Do you want something? Anything?" Zidane asked.
"Hmm. If you would be so kind, may I see my drawing please?"
Iris slowly walked into the room with grace and stopped at where her drawing lay. She looked down at it before her, and closed her eyes.
FLASHBACK:
A young man of 17 draws a young red haired lady in front of him. He focused intently, ignoring all sounds and movement around him. His black locks of hair in front of his face distracted him and so he pushed them away and continued to draw.
END OF FLASHBACK
Interrupting her memory, Zidane started to talk. "Okay, King Louis XVI had a gold mineral which he covered with diamonds that was called the 'Blue Diamond of the Crown' back then which it mysteriously disappeared in 1792. Now that was the time when Louis boy lost everything valuable to him. A theory explains that the mineral was chopped too, recut into a key that is known today as the Keyblade. It's worth more than the Hope Diamond now."
"That Keyblade was dreadful and heavy. I only wore it once for a special occasion" old Iris said.
"Are you really sure this is you, Nana? Really sure?" Surane asks as she studied the picture.
"Of course! Wasn't I beautiful back then?"
Zidane gives a polite laugh at the comment, then continued to talk. "I tracked the damn thing down through insurance records. A claim settled upon the 'Keyblade' Iris. Can you tell me who it was?"
Iris mulled this for a moment before answering. "Hmm…Someone by the name of Hockley" This got a rather surprised look from Lewis.
"Hah! I totally called it in my head. It was Nathan Hockley. Father of Riku Hockley. The claim was for his son to give to his fiancée…Iris." A random man said, smiling.
"Yeah and that means that the 'key' should have gone down with the ship. Can you see the date on the drawing?" Zidane said.
Surane read the date aloud, "April 14, 1912"
Bartz piped up, "If Iris says who she really is, and then she was wearing the 'key' when the ship sank-"
"And that makes you my new best friend" Zidane said to Iris with a cheesy grin plastered on his face.
"Okay Iris, my team recovered some items on the Titanic. In your old room, the items were found there. Is any of these items yours?" Zidane asks as he carefully lifted up a cracked mirror.
That was when Iris gave a small inaudible gasp. Zidane was holding her old mirror! She slowly reached for the mirror and pulled it away from him. "This was mine and I thought I would never see it again. It looks just the same as when I last saw it" She flipped the mirror to the other side where she saw a crack. "I guess the reflection changed a bit"
Zidane gave Iris a moment before he spoke up. "Ready to go back to Titanic?"
Iris looked up reluctantly and slowly nodded her head.
"Okay, here we go." Bartz started, "She hits the iceberg on the starboard side right? She kind of bumps along punching holes like the Morse code – dit- dit-dit – along the side, below the waterline. Then the forward compartments start to flood. Now as the water level rises, it spills over the watertight bulkheads which unfortunately don't go any higher than E deck. So now as the bow goes down, the stern rises up, slow at first then faster and faster until finally she's got her whole ass sticking up in the air and that's a big ass. We're talking 20,000 or 30,000 tons, okay? And the hull's not designed to deal with that pressure, so what happens?" CRACK! "She splits, right down to the keel and the stern falls back level. Then as the bow rinks, it pulls the stern vertical and finally detaches. Now, the stern section just kind of bobs there like a cork for a couple of minutes, floods and finally goes under about 2:20 am. Two hours and 40 minutes after the collision. The bow section planes away, landing about a half a mile away going 20, 30 knots (5) when it hits the ocean floor" He mimiced the sound of an explosion before he continued. "Pretty cool huh?" He finished with a grin.
"Thanks for telling me that wonderful analysis, Bartz" Iris starts sarcastically, but then she grew serious. "But the experience is much more different"
"Are you going to share it with us Iris?"
Iris sat still for a moment and finally got up with some assistance, and slowly moved across the submarine. She walked over to the TV screen to see the ruins of Titanic. She carefully lifted up her right hand and touched the screen. She saw double doors, and tears started to well up in her eyes.
FLASHBACK:
A young Iris walked up to two finely marked doors. Two waiters open a door each simultaneously. Kairi gracefully walked in.
END OF FLASHBACK:
The tears started to roll down her face and she silently cried.
"Nana," Surane said in a sympathetic sigh, "let me take you to rest okay?"
"No Surane darling"
"Nana-"
In a fierce tone she yells, "I SAID NO!" She didn't mean it to sound harsh but she was upset about the flashback. Surane finally backed down and Kairi walked back to her wheelchair.
Zidane asked for a tape recorder to record Iris's story. "You can start to tell us your story anytime soon okay?
"84 years it has been-"
"Iris, try to remember anything that you can, anything."
"Will you let me talk or what Mr. Lovett?"
Zidane shut up and put his head down in shame, and then Iris continued. "84 years it has been since I last went on Titanic. I can still smell the fresh paint... the china had never been used. Titanic was called 'The Ship of Dreams' and it was, it really was."
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