Provident Malice

By: Saiyukigallie

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII, any of its characters nor everything in it, Square Enix does. The only thing I own is the lead OC character, Lyana Alastar, and everything about her, even her limit breaks. Yeah, call me sentimental for all heaven's care, but I won't budge.

Oh, and one more thing, I don't take flames too kindly now since my Senior High school life kind of suck on me. Thank you.

Wow, I can't believe I say this but I actually got gusto to continue this story. Not that I don't want to continue this, but I just think that I hope my juices for fan fiction goes on. Ah, well, I'll just go with the flow in this one. Yay for us! Anyway, not really sure how many chapters do I have to be stuck in the '30 years before the game start' story before the real 'fun' begins, might be up till chapter 4 or 5, but after that, we'll start with the in-game story. Well, that's it for the updates. Yeah, I know, this sounded as dead-serious, not the usual me, but then again.

WARNING: there are some medium curses in here in which I hope I won't get banned for it. Very sorry!

Chapter 2: Reverie of Indulgence

…I never thought I would say this, but what is this feeling inside of me? Is this a part of me or another whole being inside of me? I don't really care, but then, is this what I think it is? It's driving me crazy, and it made me want to kill…

Another day drowning by and she already regretted being a Turk in the first place; it's a great bore for the likes of her kind. After the incident in the Golden Saucer, she got a stern sermon from President Shin-Ra and she was quite pissed at that one, at the brink of screwing his head off and kills him, but her conscience got a hold of her, if she has one anyway, and decided to just nod and say she won't do it again. Waiting for both Lucrecia and Vincent to finish their meeting, as they decided that she was to be on a look-out for terrorists or whatsoever, Lyana leaned on the couch at the lobby of the building, her hands placed at the backrest as she absentmindedly counted the tiles on the ceiling, just to pass the time. No killing, no fun. Oh, joy…

"Man, what's taking them so long?" She whined after a while, ranting like a spoiled ten year old in which rewarded her with an odd looks from everyone near her radius. She only stopped when she heard the door closed and there stood Lucrecia, looking a little troubled and sad. She wondered what's wrong when she noticed Vincent trailing behind as the auburn-haired female suddenly bolted upright and dashed towards the male. "VINCENT!" Lyana chimed cheerfully but she was ignored by the male, whom by now noticed that he was a bit gloomier than usual. This made the female ticked off as to wonder why she was being ignored by both of them for no reason but the male should know that he was dumped by Lucrecia for a very reason in which the Young Turk doesn't know. Seeing the two out of sigh, she just sighed sharply and decided to 'play' somewhere else, most probably pestering on Hojo and Professor Gack instead. This is getting better every second…

"HOJO, COME OUT OF YOUR LAB, RIGHT NOW, AND I'M BORED!"

Those piercing screech could make everyone insane, and everyone should know by now what status Hojo is as he just calmly opened the door to his lab to reveal a very bored and fuming Turk, her hands crossed and her face etched with a scowl.

"Ah, Ms. Alastar, I was wondering when you will visit my laboratory." Hojo said pleasantly, gesturing the female in. Of course, there's always something sinister inside his lab as lot of experiment and coarse creatures are inside but for Lyana Alastar, this is like paradise to her. She always wondered how did Hojo does it, and she always wonder if he can let her stab the splicing knife to any of his nearly-living creatures. It's always her dream to do that, and she loves every thought of it. Gack pulled a chair for the female to seat on as she began to babble about useless things about Vincent Valentine and Lucrecia Crescent, in which she had no idea Hojo was also a part of this twisted plot and that she will be soon enough. The mad scientist listened at the young, naïve girl's ramble with a twisted smile in his face as he continued with his mad schemes with one of the creatures when she jumped from her seat and peeked towards Hojo's shoulders.

"Ooh, what are you doing?" Lyana spoke with such innocence in her tone, forgetting all her anger towards the two.

The scientist looked at her through his glasses as he adjusted it a bit before answering her. "Want to try slicing its innards?" Hojo offered, handling the splicing tool at the female's hand in which she immediately agreed and, with a sadistic-like smile in her face, began to slowly torturing the poor being, savoring every moment of it, every bit of pain she let it transfer to it just so she can satisfy her thirst for pain and torment.

Ever since then, whenever Lyana was bored or pissed off, she always head towards Hojo's Laboratory and became his personal 'splicing' acquaintance, letting her do anything that requires her to either torture or slice up parts of a live beings, in which she was more than glad to agree. Neither Lucrecia nor Vincent knew of this, but they are certain that she was acting more sinisterly 'sweet' than usual and that wasn't even good in her image, not one bit, especially if she hangs around with the likes of the mad scientist. They don't know why she was pissed, but they sure know that she was crazier than usual, and a bit silent towards them. Maybe she was giving them a silent treatment, they thought, but whatever the reasons behind it, she just won't talk to them except being address about her duties as a bodyguard and a Turk.

It was late at night, past twelve, when there's a ring on the phone and, hesitant and groggy at first, Lyana dragged herself from the comforts of her bed towards the stand in which she grabbed the receiver and placed it at her ear, groggily asking who is the caller. It was Lucrecia and she sounded worried… or scared.

She let her talk her side as the female Turk nodded, and then her eyes widen as she ordered the female scientist to get a hold to herself and returned the receiver to the phone as she immediately dashed to get herself dressed and headed towards to where Lucrecia is. As soon as she arrived, Lucrecia told her about Vincent in a fight with some terrorists and needed assistance. About time too, since she was just as half-pissed as she were before and needed to vent off her anger management towards those damn terrorists. With her tonfas equipped, Lyana dashed towards where Vincent is as she perfectly shot the heads of the enemy one by one, but they were more than she have expected.

"Where were you?" Vincent growled between shots from his gun. "You were supposed to be with Lucrecia 24/7, why are you slouching around like an idiot?"

"Am not!" Lyana shouted back avoiding an attack from the enemy and counter-attacked it with the metal pipe of her Tonfa. "Why, can't you even defend her all by yourself? You seem to be confident with your abilities too well that you forgot that there's another Turk who also has the same job!" With her and Vincent nagging at each other, it's a wonder why they haven't ripped each of their heads before. Not only the male Turk made her piss off beyond heavens, she was now accused as lazy and useless, in which both of them wasn't making her any better. The fight kept on until the terrorists retreated, leaving the two Turks alone who were in a heated argument asides from the corpses lying around the place and Lucrecia, who seemed to came out from her place at last.

"If you didn't just roam off where you shouldn't have, this wouldn't happen in the first place!"

"You keep ignoring me as if I'm an annoying pest to you!"

"Well, you ARE an annoying pest!"

"I am not, Jerk!"

"Shut up, Btch!"

"Jackss!"

"Whre!"

"STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!"

The two stopped to see Lucrecia Crescent, not pleased with the two's attitude towards each other as she crossed her arms, turned around and stomped off the scene, leaving both of them dumbstruck. It was a complete silence, only with a chirp of a cricket, before a sound was made and it came from the raven-haired male's side.

"Now look what you've done," Vincent scowled, his blue orbs pierced through the female with anger. "You made her upset and it's all because of your whiny attitude!"

"My attitude?" Lyana protest, returning the same, verging anger he gave her. "MY attitude? Why, Mr. I-am-so­-great-I-should-be-better, I'm not the only one who has that attitude. Last I heard, you have the same attitude problems, only ten times worse than mine, and you blame me for it?" She growled. He snorted at her statement as he aimed his gun at her forehead, the same goes for the female, too pissed off at each other to say anything else. Before anything happened, however, the female turned around and stomped her way out of the picture in which he was right all along, she was getting more and more annoying and cannot admit it but to give in to what he says. Besides, he's older than her, and better, so why should she argue back and he's right. Maybe a Turk job wasn't really suited for her; maybe she's better off going solo once more. It was her fault Lucrecia nearly got caught and now she just had enough of the two bickering. Now she have a long-term mood swings for a time being in this.

For a few days, Lyana Alastar didn't show up in the HQ, nor anywhere near it (although she have sent word to the president that she will be having her 'day-off' for a few days due to 'health problems') as she lie in her bed the whole morning, thinking how useless and annoying she is, and only drowning herself with gambling, which was a good thing since she always won anyway. It kind off made her lazy, if not depressed, but if she were depress, she was pretty good at it since she sometimes have mood swings back in her house after every gamble (and kill) in which she gave off some sinister-like laughter. She had to admit, she missed her job as a Turk, and she just hoped Lucrecia would cool off for her to say sorry. Too bad Vincent was a jerk, he had such a handsome face to boot, enough to make her swoon a bit if it weren't for his foul attitude towards her. Men.

It has been a week and the female was making her lunch when the phone ring as she answer it whilst taking a bite in her cold cut sandwich.

"'Lo?" The female said, supporting the receiver with her shoulder and her cheek, holding the place and the sub from her hands.

"Lyana, it's me, Lucrecia." The voice of Lucrecia Crescent said to the other line. "Are you ok back there, I heard from the president that you're having health problems."

'Ah, yes,' Lyana thought, thanking her creative mind for that lie. "Yeah, sad, isn't it?" She said in a half-sarcastic tone in which the brunette caught on. "Why, what's calling you, just want to say to me to get well?"

For a young female, she sure knows her ways, the scientist thought with a sigh as she nodded and replied. "Well, yes, but there's also a reason why I called, I hope you don't mind." She said, sighed, and started to talk once more, not waiting for another second. "I just talked to Vincent and asked him about the problem with you two," Pause. "I don't understand why he's like that towards you, but I'm really sorry for how he acts to you, I believe part of it was my fault." And she told her about her bearing a child of none other than Hojo, her rejection of Vincent's undying love and the fact that Hojo had done something to her child, injecting it with Jenova cells. For the first time, the female Turk felt pure spite towards on what Hojo did to Lucrecia and a great pity towards the male Turk as she now understood why he was like this. No wonder he was greatly annoyed at her, and that made her feel like the bad guy, trying to separate the two by being her annoying, optimistic self. After Lucrecia ended her story, she felt silent, waiting for another outburst from the other line but came none. It was weird, not hearing like that from Lyana. Usually, when she calls her and told her about some problems regarding some stuff, she would do an outburst, but this time she was as silent as ice, taking her time to seep in all of this information. For Lyana, this is too much to bear, but somehow, she understood and began to regain her composure once more.

Placing the plate and her food down for a while, the red-head spoke in a tone Lucrecia would never imagine for her to hear; her voice was as soft and solemn, as if it held such a tragic in it.

"You know," Lyana began. "To tell you frankly, I'm not really happy with myself, I was just pretending to be optimistic and happy for others not to bother with me at all." She said truthfully, escaping a sigh from her lips. "I understand how Vincent feels, I've been stupid, but all I just wanted was to have something for me to forget everything, I'd do anything to escape reality, to believe that I was only living in a dream and someday someone would just wake me up saying 'Lyana, wake up, time for school.' And return to my normal life. But it never came." The brunette was shock to hear such words from the hype and cheerful female she once knew the one who always wanted to be the first in battle and the one who always goes in for the first kill, the homicidal fiend in which she and Vincent knew. She was quite different, right now; quite different.

"Alastar? You still with us?"

The female snapped out from her trance as she blinked and then replied at Lucrecia in her normal tone, as if she hasn't said anything about anything before the call.

"Oh, sorry, dozed off. Don't worry; be back at work by tomorrow, promise!" She said in a cheerful tone once more, which made the female at the other line worried at the sudden change. After a few talks, the two hanged up as the auburn-haired female resumed her lunch, feeling a lot lighter and better than before. Maybe Vincent may forgive him for her insolent innocence, who knows, only fate knows.

Well, that's it for Chapter 2. Sorry for the cuss, once more, and I hope I won't get banned. Yeah, I know. Yeah, longer than expected, but better. Yay for me and inspiration!