Another fic for my lovely readers who are addicted to crack pairings. Yazfie, Aeriroth, and LoTif! This will be my most darkest fic I have written, so don't expect to feel all warm and cuddly.
Yuffie: Yazoo, she's scaring me.
Yazoo: Do you have to put us through this torture?
forgiven4ever: No,...but I will. -evil grin-
Disclaimer: Don't own; Yazoo, Yuffie, Aeris, Sephiroth, Tifa, Loz, Cloud, Vincent, Cid, Barret, Jenova, Cait Sith, Reeve, Rufus, Reno, Rude, Tseng, Elena, Kadaj, Marlene, Denzel...Okay, you got me; I'M NOT TETSUYA NOMURA! How on earth did you guess?
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The streets bustled with desperate people, deranged from hunger. Two grubby men, their drab clothing in shreds, fought as their skin was reddened by claw and bite marks over an orange in the large marketplace of Junon. While this was going on, people surrounded the two fighters, shouting and jeering at them, creating a human cage to prevent one of them running. This was how low life had become. Weaving in and out of the crowds, a young, agile woman by the age of nineteen casually slipped by the onlookers. Her body was very slim, but fitted, and her long legs made up most of her short height which were almost covered by her beige combat boots. A black ribbon tied around her forehead, and trickled past her short bob of ebony hair. Stormy eyes shone with the dim light provided by the rumbling clouds overhead, and her creamy colored skin looked bright instead of pale like the others. Her heart shaped face was stern from the hardened times. She was certainly different. Her clothing made her easy to be discovered, but it was effective. Wearing grey short shorts, a small grey hoodie, and her navy blue, flower printed shirt stopped at her middriff, showed off a flat, smooth stomach. Some people would guess her to be very young because of her small, but noticable curves, but this young woman had more surprises than her age. On her left upper arm, beheld an assortment of ribbons, all of them tied neatly and treated with respect for the dead. A tattered ribbon in the color of crimson was the closest to her shoulder, with a cyan colored ribbon below it, a black one was beneath that one, and the last one; a white one with a frayed edge. Her friends who have been in the group AVALANCHE with her for three years. Vincent Valentine, Cid Highwind, Cloud Strife, and Barret Wallace; all of them dead by the hands of Jenova and her sons. Cloud had managed to kill Kadaj, but before he could fight on, Sephiroth had impaled him with his katana. Barret was just trying to get Tifa, Aeris, and her upon the Highwind when he was shot by Loz. Then, there was Vincent...he was turning around when she had called to him; his face full of worry when the deadly shot was fired. His crimson eyes widened with horror as he fell to the ground, and liquid the same color has his tattered cloak. She never knew who shot him, and it frustrated her so, not able to avenge her dearest friend, but she knew it either had to be Loz or that other one, the more graceful assassin.
Walking down the crowded and littered street still, her fingers slyly did the crime as she passed each individual. At first, it was a small bag that contained a mere fifteen gil, then it was two phoenix downs, a potion, an antidote, a maiden's kiss, and when she slipped her hand into the pocket of a cloaked person, her nimble fingers wrapped around a small, warm, glass ball; a materia. These powers forged from the lifestream were extremely rare and were all in the custody of Jenova and her sons. The thief bit her lip as she hesitated. Materia was very much needed for her friend, Tifa, who suffered a mortal wound from one of the fiends outside the borders of Junon and the healer and their most devout friend, Aeris, was miraclously able to tend to Tifa's wounds without using anything but a potion. The thief assumed that Tifa being alive today still, was because of this half-Cetra.
Now retracting her hand back with her newfound treasure, the young thief blew a few strands of her short ebony hair away from tickling her cheek. She could acutally see the light green glow form the materia, and her heart lifted when she identified it as a Regen materia; perfect for Tifa's conition. Her hand was now out of the cloaked man's pocket, still grasping the prize. Smirking, the young woman turned on her heel and began to walk away with a bounce to her step. What she did not know was that the man she just robbed, turned around and percieved with his piercing green eyes that bore slitted pupils, the young woman scurrying away down the dark alleyway. Strands of his shoulder length, silver hair whipped across his features. This young man of twenty let a simper etch across his lips and pulled out his silver gunblade that gleamed even in the clouded sky. After that, he pursued the thief that stole his materia. It had been six months since he killed a human and he was bored.
Down the dark alley, the thief skipped merrily, humming a tune without any lyrics, with the goods she obtained. Another hard day's work and this nineteen year old was full of joy from her findings. Because of her, she managed to find a materia that would help Tifa a lot. Laughing at the biting winds, the thief spun around, her arms outstretched. She still had no notice of the stalker who was a little more than five feet away from her.
"Fear me, Jenova!" she cried out with a girlish giggle, halting her spinning and holding her head up to the threatening skies. "The Great Ninja Thief, Yuffie Kisaragi, White Rose of Wutai, has managed to swipe from one of your own sons!"
"Who is going to return that item, Yuffie Kisaragi," stated a smooth, velvet voice, his breath tickled her left ear and blew a few strands of her hair, and Yuffie felt something cold and hard press sharply against her back. "Now."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Yuffie protested as the perpetrator pushed her harshly against the brick wall, her right cheek burned as it scraped against the baked red clay. "Look, man, I'm just a starving youth with two mouths to feed!"
"You should have thought of that before you stole from me, White Rose of Wutai," retorted the velvet voice that made Yuffie flinched even though the weapon was no longer pressed against her back since the assailant sheathed his choice of weapon. "Or should I call you princess?" That name slipped past his lips smooth like icy liquid.
"You shouldn't believe everything you hear," Yuffie grunted and began to struggle, but the young man held onto her more firmly. "Last week, I killed those two girls, and I stole the finest summon materia from the gods of Wutai."
"As you say," the predator chuckled, pressing himself closer to her, showing her that he may be lean, but he was still several inches taller than her. "I shouldn't believe everything I hear, my little princess." He then held her by her wrists with one hand and began to search her with his other hand. Her short shorts had at least seven pockets, and her small grey hoodie had five pockets.
"You have a lot of pockets for such little clothing, princess," the young man mused. Finding his materia, the young perpetrator took his time withdrawing his hand from her hip pocket, relishing the shuddering breath she let out. Women are always vunerable in situations like this, he scoffed mentally.
"All right, you got your damn materia, now can I go?" Yuffie demanded, resuming her struggling attempts in her stalker's grasp and gritted her teeth when she heard him chuckling by her ear. Just then, Yuffie was whipped around and she found herself looking into the unnatural green eyes, with slitted pupils. Silver hair framed his feminine features, his forelock cascaded down and swept over his left eye. Without losing his smirk, the man unsheathed his gunblade again quickly and positioned the barrel of the gunblade right under her chin.
"What's your hurry?" he inquired tauntingly, snaking his hand down her side and held her firmly by her hip to keep her from escaping. "Is my little princess late?"
"Just leave me the hell alone," Yuffie snapped, turning her face away. The young man replied by using the barrel of his gunblade to turn her head back to face him. "I just want to go home."
The man then raised the gun up and pressed the cold steel against her forehead without even blinking. "No, I don't think so, princess," he declared softly. "You see, anyone who steals from the Rulers, are condemned...under pain of death. Also, Yuffie Kisaragi, you should be dead."
"Technically, yes," she growled, narrowing her eyes at her assaulter. "Unfortunately, when you and your siblings shot down and searched the Shera, you didn't look hard enough. Honestly, I took you guys to be smarter than that. So, what? You're just gonna shoot me, right here and now?"
The hunter simpered. "I haven't killed a human in so long, I was almost content when you tried to pilfer my materia, little princess."
"Meh, I was right," Yuffie scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You guys are nothing but pathetic clones with an alien as a mother."
Letting a soft growl emit from his lips, the man pressed the gun harder against her forehead. "I will not have you refer to Mother that way," he said.
Yuffie smirked. "Touchy subject? Ow..." The metal was literally digging into the bone of her skull.
"End of the line,...princess," he snarled.
"Oh, I don't think so," proclaimed another female voice.
Before the assaulter could even turn his head to respond, something made contact with his jaw. Surprised, he stumbled back, dropping the gunblade from Yuffie's cheek down to his side. As he tried to regain the upperhand, another young woman of twenty-five emerged from the shadows, wearing a pink button-down dress with a red jacket around her shoulders, brown gardening boots clad her feet, her chestnut hair was roped into a plait that swung low about her hips, emerald orbs that were raging with fury and in her slender hands beheld a metal staff. This woman cracked her staff upon the would-be assassin's head. From the force, the young man wheeled about, and lost his balance, falling to the ground with a soft thud, his gunblade made a scratching sound as it slid upon the wet concrete, fleeing from the scene, and his hood from his leather coat, fell back and long silver hair spilled over the predator's face.
Yuffie rushed up to the first woman who delivered the first blow. The twenty-four year old woman was a couple inches taller than Yuffie, with shoulder-length, dark chocolate hair, wine-colored eyes, and her curves were more noticable than Yuffie's, but she wore more clothing in the color of black, from her gloves to her converse boots.
"Tifa!" the ninja cried, embracing her ailing friend.
"You all right?" Tifa demanded, wondering if the predator did anything else other than scaring her.
"Of course!" Yuffie answered confidently, with a huff of air and a wave of her hand. "The Great Ninja Yuffie had it all taken care of."
The other woman in the pink dress let out a melodious laugh as she approached Tifa and Yuffie, cradling her staff in her hands. "Right, Yuffie," she giggled.
"Seriously, Aeris!"
"All right, you two," Tifa interjected, placing her right hand on her hip. "Let's get home. Marlene and Denzel are waiting for us."
Aeris bit her lip and raised her right hand to play with one of her tendrils of her honey chestnut curls that framed her face. It was a sure sign of her being indecisive. Glancing down at the perpetrator, Aeris shifted her weight and chewed on her lip furiously. Ever since she was a child, she could never leave anyone or anything untreated; no matter who it was. A year ago, she nearly got herself killed, because she would be the only one out in the battlefield, after everone else had fled, and she would be nursing allies and enemies alike. Both sides were taken aback as this mere slip of a flower girl from the slums cared fro the fallen soldiers, barely acknowledging the explosions going off around her.
"Aeris, you have got to be kidding!" Yuffie whined, stomping her right foot and flailed her arms out as if to prove a vital point. "He's one of the bad dudes who stole your ancestors' planet and put bounties on your head, as well as ours! Remember?"
"True," Aeris agreed, nodding her head childishly. "But do we have to leave him on the street? I mean what if someone comes and mugs him or kill him?"
"One less silver head to worry about," grumbled Yuffie, folding her arms over her chest. Then her eyes brightened as an idea struck her and then bounded up to the fallen, silver haired man. "Which reminds me," she murmured, stepping over this remnant and made a quick search of his pockets until she found the Regen materia she took from him eariler. "Voíla! Here ya go, Teef!" Yuffie laughed, tossing the small glass ball to the ailing woman who caught it with ease in one hand.
"A Regen materia?" Tifa questioned, her eyebrows knitted in confusion, and then narrowed her eyes at the unconscious man. "Oh, I know who this one is," she muttered.
"It's not Sephiroth," Yuffie noted, remembering the chiseled and masculine features and raised forelocks of that character. She let out an involuntary shiver; that man always did scare her.
"We'd all be dead, or worse, if it was him," Aeris reminded them, tuffing at the black ribbon on her left arm. A pang of guilt hit Aeris when she saw Tifa's face saddened as she unconsciously raised her right hand to her left upper arm, covering the black ribbon as if to erase or hide the painful memories behind the ribbon, but the truth was still there. Cloud was dead.
"I don't think it's that dolt, Loz," Yuffie assured, shifting her weight onto her right foot as she switched gears. Best to keep away from that subject, she advised herself and glanced over at Tifa who merely nodded.
"It's that other one," Tifa recalled. "Yazoo. He's infamous for using Velvet Nightmare." At the last statment, the other woman nodded off to the discarded weapon that laid a couple of feet away from them. "He's a lot like Sephiroth; unmerciful in his killings. I guess that's why a lot of people mistake him as Sephiroth. But, he's the only one to carry a Regen materia with him always."
"Wait a minute," Yuffie interrupted, holding up a hand to silence Tifa for a brief moment. "I thought Jenova and her sons resided in Wutai now, since it had the least damages. They're even residing in my old man's palace!"
Aeris' eyes widened and looked back down the alleyway. "No," she gasped. "I remember seeing something on our way down here. A hotel was closed off to the public. Guards were protecting the doors, and I saw a buggy of some sorts and two motorbikes. They must be visiting the area."
"Shit," Yuffie muttered, looking cautiously behind her.
Tifa's wine eyes now widened. "We gotta get out of here," she ordered. "Now."
"Aw, man," Yuffie complained. "Can't I strip him down? We can get some gil from the gunblade alone..."
"Yuffie, no one would buy something of theirs," Aeris explained, stepping around Yazoo's unconscious body to join the other two. "They value their own lives more than gil."
The young princess of Wutai looked down the alleyway, past Aeris, where the fight dispersed and a man was licking his lips and his shaking hands were patting down the fallen man, whose neck was broken, searching for mere gil. In disgust, Yuffie looked away and turned on her heel to retreat back to their temporary residence.
"Do they?" she questioned and the other two followed her, leaving the silver-haired remnant upon the filthy narrow street.
(A/N) I know, I'm cruel. Mwahaha. Now, I will update this story on the 22nd of June. So look up for it then. Flames and reviews are very much welcome, except flames will be used to burn Maroon 5 CDs. Think of Maroon 5! Also, the ones who are rude, inconsiderate, and immature, who so kindly send the flames that only insult the author or just say 'this sucks' will only receive 'God bless you' and a smiley face. Critics get a special shout out!
Yazoo: Is it me, or has she finally lost her mind?
Yuffie, playing Kingdom Hearts: EW! I'm wearing ORANGE?? What idiot thought that up? It's an eyesore! -.-
Yazoo: -sigh- I am surrounded by incompetent people.
God bless!