Chapter Twenty-Nine: Walls

Time seemed to slow when bad things happened.

Scientifically she couldn't prove that- then again, Yuffie couldn't do much of anything involving science. But she did have more than enough experience with tragedy, and every time the ugly beast reared its head it felt as though someone cast Slow on the entire Planet.

"Time is relative," Vincent's voice was level, as usual.

"Whatever that means." She settled into the charred seat across from him with a sigh and slid a small glass of warm sake into his open hand. It was almost too hot, but that wasn't her fault. The fire had heated the liquor rack behind the bar, leaving sake the obvious choice to drink, since she usually took it warm anyway.

"It means time is perceived differently by everyone. What may seem slow to you might be fast to others, or visa versa."

She understood, but she didn't care. "Right."

Detecting her disinterest, he followed her gaze to the tabletop between them.

"Have you been to the Pagoda yet?"
"Too many cameras," she replied with a slight head-shake. "I'll go in a bit."
"I'm certain Rufus already knows you're here, if that's what you're worried about."
"Maybe not. He seems a little preoccupied with airships and non-ShinRa related planes, for some reason."

He hadn't thought about that. She'd told him about Reeve's landing orders. As far as he knew, they hadn't heard anything else.

Yuffie shrugged. "That isn't what I'm worried about anyway."

He continued to watch her. She may not have wanted to talk, but Vincent knew feigned indifference when he saw it. And while the little, non-Chaos voice in his head told him to let her be, curiosity got the best of him.

"Something's happened."

"Maybe," she replied without missing a beat. "It's too soon to tell and I don't really want to talk about it just yet...It would probably jinx us."

The last bit was said into her mug as she took another drink. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't have a chance to ask what she meant before the sound of claws on the wooden floor had them both looking at Nanaki as he entered the bar.

"I see you found her."

Vincent nodded.

"I just thought you should know, the local emergency radio has stopped working."

"No relation to the fire?"

"It was working when we got here," Yuffie murmured, suspicious. "Someone must have done something to it, that thing hasn't needed repairs in twenty years."

"There may be another attack coming."

"Perhaps," Nanaki sat on the floor beside them. "If either of you have a PHS I suggest calling the others; we may soon need help."

Yuffie pulled out her phone, face souring. "No service."

Vincent did the same, then shook his head. "'Out of range'."

"Something's blocking the signal?"

"It's possible," the Elder replied. "If that is the case, we should hurry to do what we came for." He eyed Vincent. "If you accompany her to the Pagoda, I will go attempt to re-establish the radio connection."

Vincent nodded agreement, and all three of them stood and left the bar.


It was nothing short of a miracle that Elmyra's house was still standing.

Barret couldn't help but admire this as he stood in the hallway outside her room. He'd slept there the night before- if you'd actually call it sleep. It was more of a light doze, seemingly endless through the onslaught of feverish dreams he could only assume were brought on by his newly acquired materia. They'd consisted mostly of death and despair, and he'd awoke several times in near Limit Break mode, fit to destroy the walls around him. Needless to say he wasn't in the brightest of spirits when his PHS alarm told him it was time to get up.

(Don't see how it matters,) he thought as he silenced the loud ring. (It's sure as shit better than what I'm dreamin' about.)

Down the hall, the heavy shuffling of feet caught his attention. Cid was up.

Cruising to the closed door, he gave it a soft rap- more out of habit than for reverence of the quiet morning.

"'Ey."

Grumbling, a few curse words, and the door opened. The pilot stood, shouldering his rucksack with one hand and gripping a pink dress with the other.

Barret cocked an eyebrow. "Find somethin' in yer size?"
"Sh-it," he snorted. "It's for Aeris, you git."

Of course, why hadn't he thought of that? Aeris had been wearing spare clothes since she'd been resurrected (as strange as that was to say)- her old ones were riddled with holes, including the one that had killed her. A dress she could actually recognize would probably earn unlimited brownie points.

Seeing his curious eye, Cid grunted. "Fine." He shoved the fabric into Barret's arms. "Don't say I never gave you nothin'."
"You shouldn't have."
"I know."

Conversation was sparse as they left the house. They didn't waste time with breakfast, seeing as there was nothing in the kitchen more appealing than what they had to eat on the plane. The garden outside only contained plants of the flower variety, and Barret paused to admire them as they went to leave that area of the slums.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Cid moaned.
"I am," Barret replied remorsefully. It was a pain, never knowing what your future held- not that anyone ever truly did, but most people at least got to indulge in the illusion of certainty- he could barely make plans for his life more than a few hours in advance.

At least, that's how it felt.

"We goin' to Rocket Town?"

Speaking of which. Barret smiled slightly.

"Yeah."

A bright spot in the dark world. He was going to propose to Elmyra.

It didn't take long for them to reach the broken city wall; from there the plane was only a few minute's walk. However, before they could make the turn to where they knew their ride was, they were greeted by their pilot.

"Davies?"
"Sir," he saluted his Captain, who nodded. "I've been trying to reach you most of the morning."
"It's nearly six," he grumbled, pulling out his PHS. "And I don't have service..."
"Approximately two hours ago Reeve ordered all planes down on grounds of a ShinRa warship leaving Edge with undeclared intent."
"A warship?"

"We musta missed it under the plate," Barret tagged in, looking at his phone. "Mine's out, too."
"You radio Kalm yet?"
"I've tried," Davies replied. "The lines have been scrambled for some time now."

"Well, shit." Perturbed, the older man pulled out a cigarette.
Barret followed suit, and Davies was quick to hand them a lighter. "Think the others are OK?"
"Only way to know is if we go back."

His heart sank, but he stomached it- this was important.

"Guess Rocket Town'll have to wait."
Cid motioned to Davies. "Go find a place to park out of the open. We're gonna be takin' birds back to Kalm."
"Yes, sir."

When he was out of sight, Cid shook his head. "Can't imagine what they're up to, scrambling the lines."
Barret was still trying not to be sour about Rocket Town. "Yeah."
Cid elbowed him affectionately. "'Ey, don't worry about Mrya. At least you know the danger's not where she is."
"Right."

They smoked quietly for a minute or two, before Cid finished his light and tossed it down.

"Besides, if we go to Kalm first you can ask Aeris about it. She's around now, you know, maybe she could be there when it happens."

Barret hadn't thought of that. It wasn't a bad idea.

"You sure are one thoughtful motherfucker this morning, you know that?"
"The hell you talking about? I'm a thoughtful motherfucker all the time!"

By the time they were both done with their second cigarette Davies had returned, and the trio headed for the nearby chocobo stables.


"I just don't understand why it won't respond."

Cloud sat wrong-ways in a chair, arms draped over the back of it, watching as Reeve puzzled over his barely reconstructed Cait Sith. He hadn't been at it for long - not long enough for something to have happened, anyway, in Cloud's opinion- and already he was stuck.

"Maybe it's done."

Reeve looked at him. "'Done'?"

"You know, 'finished,' 'retired,' 'fried out'."

"Hardly," he snorted. "Do you have any idea how much power it would take to fry a motherboard like this?" Holding up the shiny green plate, he sighed. "Then again, it did sit underground for days..."

"After a flood."

"You're not helping."

Cloud smirked, then tried to be helpful. "Could something have gotten stuck inside the plate?"

Reeve glanced at him, then looked back to the board in his hand. By the expression on his face Cloud could guess he hadn't thought of that, but he was quick to mask it.

"That was just what I was going to check next."

"Right."

A scowl, and he set about taking apart the motherboard. It was a careful process, and Cloud had a mind to leave after about five minutes, when finally Reeve let out a victorious yelp as it popped apart.

But his happiness was short lived.

"What in Ifrit's name...?"

Curious, Cloud rose from his seat to stand beside the man.

"What?"

"The connections, they're- they're all wrong." Frantically he began trying to correct the error. "They're melted in place, too!"

"Damage from the attack?"

"Impossible. These wires would have had to be manually changed, but by whom? No one but myself has ever controlled the Tech, unless they did it after he went down, but why would they do that?"

"Maybe Tseng-."

"Tseng doesn't know anything about computers," he nearly scoffed. "You should see him try to change the battery in his PHS. It's a circus."

Reeve fiddled with the mess a few seconds more before sputtering with frustration, tossing the board to the table.

"Ruined," he grumbled. "Completely ruined."

In all of the time he'd know Reeve, Cloud couldn't remember ever seeing him this cross.

"Can I help?" he sat back down, now closest to the discarded motherboard.

"How? The thing's been inexplicably welded. Even if I had my original blueprints with me, getting the wires back in the right order would take more time than we have."

"Well, how valuable was the information on this thing?"

He shrugged. "Hard to say. I had seen most of the information before Costa del Sol, but anything that happened during the flood is still up for review."

"And what exactly do you pull from the stuff he sees?"

"Mostly clerical data. Cait Sith could trace emotional patterns and analyze physical appearances. With his information it made it easier to predict what those around him were plotting or whether or not they'd done something."

"That seems useful."

"Especially with Turks."

"So what now?"

A thoughtful pause, and Reeve chuckled. "I suppose this means you are all stuck with me."

Cloud smiled, looking back to the green plate in front of him. He noticed the curved indentation in the center.

"Did you put that mark in it?"

"It's for the materia," he replied, reaching into his jacket to retrieve the orb. "I might have thought it were the cause for the wires melting if they hadn't all been rearranged."

Absently he reached out and took the board back, popping his materia into the carefully crafted space.

It began to hum.

Both men stood in haste, Cloud's hand instinctively finding the hilt of Ultima Weapon while Reeve threw the tech back to the table and stared, wide-eyed, waiting for something to happen.

Nothing did. Not right away, anyway. After what felt like an eternity of tense pause, Cloud reached up with his free hand and pulled the blue Ancient Materia from his armor. It was already humming, but the moment he exposed it to the motherboard it began to glow.

"Cloud," Reeve said carefully. "This doesn't seem wise."

He didn't listen. He gently placed his materia on the board beside Reeve's. The latter began to glow as well, and seconds later a bright light filled the room.

Everything around them turned to white.

"Cloud?"

"It's OK," he held up his hand, motioning for Reeve to stay still. "Just wait."

There was no way the younger man could have known what was about to happen. He didn't have didn't have any more information about the materia than Reeve did, but he did have a bit of experience with the ancient relics, and something told him they were about to see something important.

Between them, where the table had just been, Zack Fair appeared.

Neither man said a word as the late SOLDIER looked between them, concern evident on his handsome face.

"Where is she?" he asked.

"With Tseng," Reeve replied, knowing he was talking about Aeris. "The Planet warned her about Tifa."

"So naturally, Tseng showed up."

"He's taking her to Mideel," Cloud explained, ignoring his sarcasm. "How do you not know, don't you see everything?"

"I'm not a god," he held up his hands. "Or an Ancient. I only have access to what Minerva shows me."

"Why are you here?"

"You sure know how to sweet talk a guy, Strife."

"Zack," Reeve cut in. "Tifa is in danger. Rufus grounded all our planes and cut all communication between the group."

"Then you guys should stop splitting up."

"Why are you here?" Cloud asked again, losing patience.

Zack turned to him. "Do you think I plan these little meetings? I'm supposed to be dead. Why I have to keep dealing with the living, I'll never know."

"Aeris is 'living,'" Reeve muttered.

"Yes, thank Rufus for me, would you?"

They all fell silent. Zack sighed.

"Mideel is a trap."

Cloud didn't do or say anything, but Zack could see the poorly masked panic in his eyes.

"Aeris was right, if you were there it would be much worse-."

"Why did she have to go at all-?"

"The materia. It's still there. They were just waiting for someone to go after it and show them exactly where it is."

"...Reno."

"He doesn't know, but he'll be the only thing between Tifa and Vecena," he looked to Reeve. "You should send someone after them."

"Tseng and Aeris-."

"Not fast enough. Send Elena."

Cloud was lost. "Elena?"

"Long story," they replied in unison. Reeve furrowed his brow at Zack. Zack didn't respond.

Cloud pressed on. "So what do we do?"

"Wait." Zack turned back to him. "Don't go to Mideel, even when they tell you to."

"'They'? 'They' who?"

Suddenly, the sound of a rising wind picked up around them.

"Everyone will meet here. I wasn't joking about staying together-stop separating!"

A large gust blew through, knocking the two living men to their knees.

"Cloud."

Cloud looked up at Zack, who seemed unaffected by the elements.

"Tifa will need you once she's out of there. Don't waste time."

He nodded.

Reeve held up his arm, squinting to see. "Zack! How am I supposed to contact Elena without a radio?"

He turned to Reeve, smiling slightly.

"Open your eyes."

In an instant, the whiteness was restored by a landscape. The plain outside the Underground, to be exact. The table between them was gone, and both men held their respective Ancient materia. They struggled to their feet as the wind from a nearby helicopter blew down on them. It was landing.

While the propeller was still hot the door opened, revealing one blonde ex-Turk. She approached Reeve, removing her sunglasses coolly.

"Let me guess, 'We don't have much time.'"


Tifa couldn't run any further.

"Reno, slow down." She wasn't gasping, but she was exhausted. Five miles was a decent stretch in itself and while she was in impeccable shape, they were trying to outrun a warship.

Not to mention the whole skydiving ordeal. Her body could only take so much.

Reno slowed, turning to face her but continuing to walk backwards.

"You runnin' outta steam?"
"Aren't you?"
"I could go a little longer," he shrugged. "But we've made good time. We can take it easy for a bit."

He paused to check his splint, letting her pass in front of him.

"It can't be much farther," she hoped aloud.
"About another mile."
She would have sighed relief if her lungs weren't on fire. That and the thunderous sound of the airship was getting louder by the minute.

"Think we'll make it before them?"
"Probably not, but it'll take them a while to get anchored. Plenty of time for us to sneak in, grab the materia and get gone before they start searching."

She resisted the urge to groan. Just thinking about being near Rufus or Vecena made her nerves stand on end.

The ground beneath them sloped downward as they entered the thicket surrounding the dried mako pool where the building sat. Silence swallowed them, and it was several minutes before Tifa became suspicious of the man behind her.

Glancing back, she wrinkled her nose.

"Are you kidding me?"

Reno raised his eyebrows, flask paused mid-sip at his lips. She wasn't sure she wanted to know where he'd been hiding it.

"What?"
"This is no time for that!"
"Oh yeah?" he crowed. "We're on a condemned island racing against some witch to find a rock that apparently has insane power reaching into the depths of the Lifestream. Sounds like the perfect time to me."

Tifa rolled her eyes, turning back to the path. "How's your arm?"
"Better."
"You sure you're OK?"
"Well- I'm breathin', I've got a drink, and I'm takin' a walk right behind your sweet, sweet ass."

She shot him a dirty look. He grinned.

"I'm great."

They forged ahead to the end of the thicket. Tifa shifted to let Reno beside her, and together they pushed back the brush to reveal a steep, wooded slope. Beyond that, the rather dilapidated roof of their destination was visible.

Taking one last long swig from his flask, Reno wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve.

"Been a while since I've seen this sight. Doesn't look much different. Can't say that I've missed it."

The ground rattled beneath them, and suddenly the warship was overhead. They looked up at the thing's massive steel belly. The Turk gulped.

Tifa reached over and took Reno's flask, downing what little was left in the tin before handing it back. He tucked it into his pocket and caught her expecting stare.

"Sorry babe, that's the last of it."
"Let's get this over with."

He held the brush back and she slid down first, quickly leading the way to the abandoned plant.


The strange thing about being on an airship in stealth mode, Aeris found, was that after takeoff everything but the windows darkened.

She stood in the ship's conference room, alone, leaning against the large oak table in the center, watching the glowing landscape pass by with slight intrigue.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Tseng strolled in to stand a few feet beside her. She wondered how long he'd been in the doorway.

"I can't hear the engine."
"A technology that took years to perfect." He waited for a response. None came. "...You're not impressed."
"I am," she halfheartedly attempted to reassure him. "There are just...other things on my mind."

Folding his hands behind him he faced the windows with her.

"You look well."
"Being alive generally looks better than being dead."

A pause. She'd surprised him.

"I suppose much has changed since you were last here."

"Much has changed in the last few days," she retorted, looking at him finally. "I hear you've been quite the conundrum lately- playing both sides, irritating Cloud-."

"I do what's in the best interest of the Planet; that's all I've ever done." He turned away from her. "Whatever channel I have to go through to do that doesn't matter to me."

"I don't believe you," she shook her head. "And I'm sure Reeve doesn't either."

He only hummed.

She stared at him. Even from the side she could tell his face had drastically changed since the last time she'd seen him.

Then again, he'd almost died a couple of times since the last time she'd seen him.

"Do you miss it? The Lifestream?"

The question wasn't shocking, but she couldn't help herself.

"I miss Zack."

She had already turned her head back to the window, but she still saw him tense out of the corner of her eye.

"This must be difficult for you."
"It is. Then again, I'm somewhat used to missing him."

Instantly she scolded herself. What was she doing? Tseng didn't deserve her torture. Especially when she knew how he felt about her.

"Will you stay then, after this is done?"

Surely he wasn't suggesting she would kill herself.

"I'll be here as long as the Planet allows."

Again, he hummed. He sounded pleased.

"Then it goes without saying- I am here."

The tension mounted. Good grief, if it hadn't been for their history Aeris would have rolled her eyes.

But they did have a history. Oh, did they ever have a history.

"What's the plan for after we've landed?" she shifted the subject in spite of her pounding heart.
"We'll attempt to find Tifa and Reno before Rufus and Vecena do."
"And if we don't?"
"Then we'll collect the bodies," his voice dropped coldly. "And we'll prepare for war."
"You seem certain."
"I have seen firsthand the chaos that...Thing is capable of. There will be no mercy. There will be no running. Only death."

But her mind had stopped at the thought of Tifa being dead- her body under a sheet; Cloud standing solemnly beside her...

She shook the scene out of her mind, tears rolling down her face.

"Tell them to hurry."

Tseng resisted the urge to comfort her. Aeris may have been upset, but what she wasn't was vulnerable.

"Of course."

He left the way he came- quietly.


There was still a crowd outside the Pagoda.

"Do you want to go through them or wait?" Vincent asked.
"Neither. There's a staircase around back. Follow me."

Yuffie led the long way around the square, disappearing between a couple of torched houses to find the small path
behind them. It led straight to the patio on the backside of the Tower. No one else was there.

"The big story is up front," she said, stepping onto the concrete and hopping up to grab the fire escape ladder. She missed. "At least, that's what we'll let them think."

A few more hops, a few more misses. Vincent reached up and gripped the bottom rung, pulling it down.

Yuffie scowled. "I had it, you know."

"I know."

Sarcasm. Even though his voice was flat, she'd gotten to the point that she could read him even in his monotony. A little piece of her wondered if anyone else could do the same.

They made their way up the back of the building, careful to maneuver around the pieces of wall and roof that hung haphazardly over the stairway. The higher they went, the more debris they encountered.

"There may be too much damage to go inside," he pointed out as they neared the top entrance.

She was unfazed. "Then you can stay on the stairs."

The door was locked. Without a second thought the ninja jumped up to grab a metal support beam above her then swung hard, slamming her feet into the frame. It toppled inward with a bang.

"That wasn't very discreet."

"It'll only take a minute," she dropped down and gingerly stepped inside.

He wanted to follow, but it was obvious the integrity of the floor was poor. The boards around where the door had hit were cracked, and much of the rest of the room was charred. Yuffie was light enough that she had a chance of making it through unscathed.

"Follow the blood," she murmured, disappearing around the corner.

Vincent waited. Ironically the most comforting sound was that of the floorboards squeaking beneath her feet. Only when the sound progressed from a squeak to a crack did he tense.

"Have you found anything?"
"Yes." She sounded preoccupied. Moments later a board snapped.

"I fucking knew it!" she hissed.

Another loud pop, but this time Vincent knew it wasn't her fault- because she swore a few more times and started running.

He leaned in the doorway just as a hole opened in the floor. The thought to shout for her crossed his mind, but she was already flying toward him. She had jumped, and he had barely enough time to realize he needed to catch her when she crashed into him. They tumbled through the doorway, spinning wildly until they hit the fire escape railing.

It snapped. They went down.

Vincent caught the platform with one hand and Yuffie with the other. She didn't scream, just gave choked gasp when her descent was jerked to a halt.

"Hurry," he grunted.

"Let go of my arm, I'll climb you."

It wasn't until then that he realized he'd caught her with his metal hand. She didn't say anything, shaking it off as he released her to grab his legs. Seconds later she was at his face, reaching up to grab the platform beside him.

"Never a dull moment, eh Vinnie?"

They reconvened on the fire escape, her sitting with her knees drawn up while he crouched beside her. Below, a small collection of reporters had started to form.

"So much for staying off camera."
"What did you find?"
"Oh," she started, looking into her lap. "It's some relic. I need a key to open it."
"You sounded like you knew what it was."
"Huh?"
"When you found it. Didn't you say-?"

"Oh, that." Digging into her pocket she retrieved a note. Scribbled across in bloody handwriting were the words "Leviathan's Seal."

"My father- my village- didn't get axed. They're in hiding. Leviathan's Seal is a bunker in the mountains on the northern part of this continent."

She stood. He followed.

"How long will it take to get there from here?"
"It won't. We're not going after them."

He didn't ask, but she paused at the top of the steps to look at him sharply and explain.

"Going to Godo would only mean leading Vecena to their doorstep. I can't do that."
"Of course."

A curt nod and she started down. Vincent shook his head.

"That was the theory you had, wasn't it?"

"Yup," she tucked the note away as she went. "Only because there just isn't enough blood around to warrant a full-on massacre...and maybe because of the thing my Mom showed me."

The last part of her deduction was said with irritated contempt. Vincent smiled.

"I suppose your mother knew best after all, then."
"I will push you right off this fire escape."

They evaded questions at the bottom of the stairwell, weaving their way back to the building where they knew Red would be working on the radio.

When they walked in they weren't surprised to find the beast sitting calmly in the floor, staring at the broken device.

"No luck?" Yuffie mused.
"The damage isn't internal. The airwaves themselves have been disabled."
"That sounds...hard."

"It is," Vincent remarked, crossing to the radio. "You have to have pretty deep pockets to achieve something this wide-scaled."

"I'm certain President ShinRa has no issue with that." Nanaki snorted discontent, turning his attention to Yuffie as she plopped down on the half-step separating the foyer from the radio-room. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Yeah, but I don't really know what to do with it."

Holding up the relic, she waited for him to approach and examine it.

"It is a safe of some sort."

"A lock-box, actually." she looked it over. It was small, made from dark walnut wood, and had a copper-and-gold dragon wound about it. When manipulated the dragon's mouth opened to reveal a keyhole.

"I don't suppose you know where the key is."

"Not a clue."

Vincent had been standing quietly to the side, studying the relic from a distance. Something familiar began to itch in the back of his mind.

"I've seen the key."

Yuffie and Red stopped talking and turned to him.

"What?"

"The key," he repeated, more certain this time. "I've seen it. It's in Nibelheim, attached to a book that discusses ancient relics."

Red tilted his head. "I thought Reeve obtained copies of the books?"

"They probably didn't realize what they were looking at, so they left it alone."

"And why would they ever think the key was useful?" Yuffie added. "Their job was to make copies. Not much room for independent thought in that kind of repetitive work."

A pause between them, the Vincent cleared his throat.

"I will go to Nibelheim. I still need to retrieve my materia and I believe I won't have an issue finding the book."

"I'll go too," Yuffie nodded. "The relic seems important. Better to open it sooner than later."

They waited for Nanaki.

"I'll begin back to Kalm then," meeting their inquisitive gazes, he shook his mane. "With the radio out we need to find some way to communicate. I am willing to be that way for now."

Rising from the floor, he walked to the door.

"If the airwaves return to normal, I'll call. If not, then I will do my best to meet you in Nibelheim."

Vincent nodded, and the beast left. Yuffie gave an exaggerated sigh.

"Guess you'll be telling me 'I told you so' then, right?"


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