GAH! Microsoft Word and FanFiction are not liking me
this chapter!
As I said, PARTs 1,2, and 3 will be in one story slot
so do not be alarmed when there are two random
chapters later on where I rant and comment
on reviews and such.
MWA HA HA!
Night Valentine and Genesis Rhapsodos were walking through a loading dock later in the evening that the two Turks had met Cloud Strife. They were reciting poetry to each other out of a book, paying little attention to the scientists, SOLDIERS, ant Turks around them.
"Hey, Valentine! Genesis!" Sephiroth, a famous Midgarian SOLDIER, had called out. He was standing next to a large truck, observing as a load of Materia was being carted into the building. "Materia straight out of the Forgotten City. The Nightingale had it."
Night and Genesis came over to look at the Materia. The nearby scientists watched them warily.
"What is the use of this stuff?" Genesis asked the silver-haired prodigy. He held up a green orb and snorted. "It looks utterly worthless."
"It is probably not as trivial as we believe it to be, Genesis." Night said gently. "Though it does feel unremarkable… Did the Nightingale give it willingly, SOLDIER?"
"We slaughtered them." Sephiroth replied. "Stupid little savages… they thought we wouldn't hear about their hoard… they tried so hard to fight us away, and they paid for that dearly."
As he spoke he snatched back the Materia Genesis held and placed it back in the cart.
"This is property of Hojo now," he said quietly as the scientists continued with it inside.
"Hojo…" Night repeated, eyes ablaze. The scarlet color resembled fresh blood and the pupils slitted so as to resemble a serpent's. The others took the change to be an effect of the lighting. They would have ceased to trust her if they hadn't.
Friday was walking the halls of ShinRa aimlessly when she came upon two people in a heated argument somewhat down the corridor from her. By the sound of it, the argument was about some relationship.
"What do you mean?! I loved someone else, I know I did!" Screamed the high, cold voice of Night. "Who was he? You knew him!"
Next spoke a man, Boss Hojo himself, surprising Friday. He spoke gently, in a forcibly polite tone one would use while trying to explain how, and why, two plus two equalled four to a child in tears. Never had Friday ever heard the old scientist use that tone of voice before.
"You only ever had Genesis, Night," he said softly, "and never did you know this man in your dreams. He is imagination, pet, that is all."
Friday expected Night to scream and curse. She almost had a heart attack when she heard Night speak as gently as Hojo. Despite the softness of her voice, there was neither politeness nor kindness present in her tone.
"And so lies Hojo," Night muttered. "I may not remember him, nor may I know his name, but I did know him. I do not appreciate your falsities, Hojo."
With that the Turk swept off, leaving Hojo. Friday was so afraid that she was rooted in place, so she witnessed Hojo punch the wall in his frustration. Lucrecia emerged from a nearby room to comfort him.
"She threatened you, my love." Lucrecia breathed. "I fear Night can no longer continue. She is unbalanced."
"I agree fiercely, Lucrecia." Hojo spoke so softly that Friday had to strain to hear him. "We must be rid of her. She has failed completely."
"To be able to recall Vincent…" Lucrecia mused. "We drove her memories of him away. She should not be able to even dream of him. Thank Minerva that he rests in a coffin… Imagine how much he'd be insane, too."
Friday fled then, having found her legs.
The last chapter was longer, I know, but this
chapter is not as short as the next one will
be at least. Wanna hint to the next one?
It's all about our two favorite Turks!
DER! NOT RENO OR RUDE, FOOLS