(Author's note: Next in the Series, as it were. Yadda, yadda, FF VII's not mine, yadda, yadda.)
Ninja's Child
For the record, I'm not just a 16-year-old kleptomaniac. Besides, I only steal materia. If I was klepto, I'd be stealing everything…Red XIII's flea collar (didn't know that, did you?), Cloud's underwear (Tifa would pay so much for that), Cid's smokes, whatever.
But I don't need any of that junk. I need materia, and that alone is what I take.
Duh.
Why, you ask? I thought I'd been pretty clear when I was yelling at my Dad at the pagoda…and at my house, and everywhere else I saw him. Wutai is an embarrassment to anyone with any pride in this town. It used to be a great city, and Da-Chao was respected and feared. Now, it's a cheese-ball resort town, catering to anybody with the gil to afford the prices. It's the bad punch line to an extremely un-funny gag.
Cloud's made us all go out to find our reason to fight Sephiroth. Cid's off to Rocket Town, I'm heading to Wutai, Barrett's going to see Marlene, Red XIII's going to see Cosmo Canyon one more time, and Tifa's staying with Cloud on the Highwind (Maybe she'll get his act together, and then they'll both have what they want.) Everybody's got their own, and to be honest, I don't really care about the other reasons…I only need to know mine. And it's not just about what Wutai is now…it's about how it got that way.
To spell it out, I want revenge on Sephiroth.
Oh come on, don't act so surprised. He was leading the Shin-Ra army that beat my home into Club Dead. Therefore, what Wutai has become is pretty much his fault. He embarrassed my family and made my town, my home, into a souvenir-shilling joke. The whole "planet in crisis" thing is just the icing on the cake.
Like I need any more reason to beat him to a pulp.
I'd like to say that being part of Cloud's little band has made me grow up a little, made me think more about a grander scheme of things. It's made me see there's more to life than just stealing material to build up my home. But why lie? My goals haven't changed. Besides, who'd believe me, anyway?
Well just see how the silver-haired prick likes these apples.
