It's true the last chapter was a little shorter than usual. It was about 16 pages long and made 18 pages with my author's comment. There was also a lot of talking in it, which made it easier to read and I may have put the police bigger, but those are mere details. I'm happy you liked the fact Storm is truly Lightning's son in fact. I've been revisiting older chapters and realized I had mentioned he had no mako contrarily to Lightning, but I guess Odin isn't sensitive enough for that. Or maybe isn't Storm old enough to manifest his powers coming from the mako.

I find it really disturbing how everyone is happy that Stella died, but, I'm glad that could please you anyway. As for Lightning,s reaction to the fact Storm is in fact her son, I think she's going to get pretty mad. Rufus could have problems… I'll try to cover each and every character in this chapter. Already writing in it since I had so many encouraging reviews… Oh, by the way, I just want to say that bitching over Storm's existence anymore at this point is still the very best way to prevent me from updating. Storm is my OC. The only OC I created in this whole story, except for Raine. I feel a lot worse when I see people hating ocs and I think it's clear now that I love small evil and confused kid. So please, be kind and just say that you don't like him if you need to get it off your system. Spare me the whys, and all. I won't mind anymore if you say you hate one specific character from the games. I didn't create them. And I understand that every one has their own opinion. I respect that. All I ask is that your reviews helps me write more. You may have realized writing this whole story has turned into a real task, which isn't something nice with a fanfic. I really intend to complete it, nevertheless. Sorry for the long time between every update. Only three more chapters to go, including this one, unless lady inspiration knock on my door. With all that said, have a good time reading!

Episode 3 – White maiden –Part XI

Time: 19 028 A.D. day unknown

Location: March

Mission: leaving the March's base after retrieving Storm

Agents: Lightning Farron, Noctis Lucis Caelum and Storm

Warning: Agent Stella is dead. Storm is now totally unstable. What will happen to the Faction since it has no more leader? How did I even learn anything about this?

Message from a really confused Rufus Shinra. End of transmission.

…

As soon as they got close enough to the room where Storm was, Lightning felt her heart sinking to the bottom of her chest. Hearing his painful sobs was too much to bear. She stood back, looking even paler than before.

"I think that I'll let you handle this one and stay back here." She suggested.

Noctis understood right away. She had also lost her parents and it was certainly as hard for her as it was for him.

"Be careful, okay?" he softly asked of her.

She nodded in agreement and Noctis hurried inside the room where Storm stood, still trapped in that weird sphere his own father had summoned to block his powers.

"Who's doing this? Why are you all trying to nullify my radiance, when it's the only thing that I have left? Why, let me out!"

The small boy sounded beyond desperation and Noctis started to run. Hearing his footsteps, Storm turned around, his red eyes shining with defiance and fear, his silver hair covered with the blood of his mom. The poor kid was lost beyond salvation, utterly defeated, but his rage was still burning strongly in his heart. He wouldn't let anyone hurt him any further. He wouldn't let anyone come near him, if at least he could still hide behind his radiance.

And then, he slowly recognized the man who had stepped in the room.

"It's… Is it you, dad?" he asked, having trouble to mutter the word "dad" after seeing his mother, well fake mother, dying right in front of his eyes.

"Of course, it's me, son. I'm sorry for restraining you like this, but I was scared you were going to hurt yourself." Noctis said, his voice sounding really loud in the empty room.

Storm's eyes filled up with new hot tears and his lips quivered as he tried to fight the devastating realization that this man he still barely knew was all he had left in the world.

"Mom's… I couldn't do anything…" he whimpered, shaking his head as if it could revert back time and undo the terrible event that was obscuring his life.

Noctis walked up to him, making an inhuman effort to stay strong and not to let his own fears show in his face. Storm needed all the support he could get. The young man also did his best not to look in Stella's direction, since her corpse was still lying on the ground, with her dismantled joints and bones giving her a grotesque pause. He still saw her from the corner of his eyes, and noticed the blood and the sword propping out of her back.

The stench in the air was unbearable and he knew it just too well. It was the mix of cold sweat, blood and fried metal. A hazardous combination that triggered so many terrible memories in his mind.

He swiftly entered the sphere where Storm was standing as a prisoner, still stuttering nonsense and mostly talking about his mother.

"I know how you feel, Storm. I know there's nothing I can do to fix this. I'm sorry for forcing you to live such an ordeal."

The boy was on his knees, shaking from head to toes, and his father kneeled before him, gathering the child in his strong arms.

"She's dead." Storm whispered through his held back sobs. "She's really…"

He still couldn't accept it, even if all the proofs he needed had been shoved right into his face. If there had been any chance to save her after that the matrix stabbed her, he had certainly finished her off by sending her flying to hit the ceiling. But how could he endure the feeling of her heavy body over him? And all her blood, in which he was drenching…

"Was it my fault, dad? Did I kill her?" he asked in a voice that was shaking enough to break Noctis' heart.

"Of course not! You did your best, Storm! We all did everything that we could, but…"

He held the boy as close as possible, looking for words that didn't exist. He just wanted to cry himself, and as Storm's sobs grew wider and his tears started running as rivers across his cheeks, there was no more words in his mind. All he could do was to hold the boy.

"I'm here, son."

It's not much, but I'm here now, and I won't let you live anything like that ever again, I promise, he thought.

The kid grabbed onto his father's overall, yelling out his pain as he felt himself being held. Why wasn't it his mom holding him?

"It's my fault. I… If I didn't exist, mom… well, Stella would never have been in this situation. If only I… I wanna die! Bwaaahahahahaaa!" Storm cried.

Noctis sat down and brought the boy closer to have him sitting on his lap, shaking his head vigorously.

"Don't say such nonsense, Storm. You'd think Stella wants you to give up now? You have all your life to live. And you still got me. And Lightning, and Raine."

"I'm just a hindrance to you all. If it wasn't for me… you and Light wouldn't have come here. You both suffered so much already and…"

"How dare you say that? I'm your father, Storm! You're a part of my life, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Storm coiled up, scared as he heard his father yelling at him, but he seemed to be comforted by his last declaration and hugged to him even more, crying louder.

There was so much pain in those sobs and hiccups; Noctis wasn't sure where he'd find the strength not to cry like a baby himself. Or maybe did he cry. But never minding the tears on his black overall and the strain on his back for remaining too long in the same position, he stayed and held up his son. Because the kid was his son, and because they had gone through the very same horror.

They stayed silent a long moment, Storm crying his heart out and Noctis stroking his back and ruffling his hair. It seemed to last hours till finally, the boy was able to sniff back his tears and eased his grip over his father. Raising his round head to face Noctis with puffy eyes, he asked:

"Are we safe now?"

"Yes we are." His father retorted with a weak smile.

As Storm tried to look around, as if to make sure this was true, and since he was still slightly trembling, Noctis forced the boy into another hug, pushing his face into his chest. He didn't want him to look at Stella in the state she was in.

"I'm scared." The boy said.

He'd never admit anything like that in any other circumstances and Noctis was kinda taken aback by this confession. There was no more secret between them. Storm trusted him.

"I know, but it's okay Storm. I'm here."

He was ready to insist a lot over that part. At least, even if Stella was dead, Storm still had his father. It wasn't as awful as what Noctis had had to face in the past.

"Dad?"

"Hmmm?"

"I really really love you, you know? So you won't go, huh?"

"I won't leave you, little guy. I'm tougher than I look."

Storm could have cried more if he had any tears left. He felt very small and worn out. His abuse in using the Radiance right after his mother had died and the emotional strain from this experience were both taking their tolls. He lost consciousness, with his small arms around Noctis' neck.

"I'm really sorry Storm…" Noctis whispered. "…that I couldn't do anything more. I should have seen this coming. I should have…"

"Even if he could hear you, telling him this now wouldn't do any good, Noctis, you know it. What's done is done."

Lightning's voice was really cold as she said that, but as he turned around and looked at her, he could see tears in her eyes. He got up and walked up to her, so that he could give her a warm hug. They were careful of not crushing Storm between them and both realized just how shaken they were.

"What are we gonna do now?" Lightning asked him.

Noctis looked over his shoulder at Stella's corpse.

"We're burning this place down. Giving her some proper burial. And then, we're going home."

"I can't help but think that this mess still isn't over."

"I know, I got the same feeling. But we'll sort this out, you and me."

She nodded as he used his power to set fire to the floor around Stella's body. They were finally going to get out of this place!

…

As they left, Storm didn't wake up from his slumber. He was defeated and deeply hurt and sleep seemed to be the only way that he could escape this harsh world which had taken his mother away… Noctis was just as shocked as the boy, because he had the terrible impression of having failed both the kid and Lightning. The aforementioned woman barely said a world. She still had to understand everything that they'd just been through. At some point, while she was looking at the stars and space through the window, Noctis cleared his throat. He was cleaning up his blades, to keep his mind off things. Like the memories of his own parents' death.

"Is something wrong?" Lightning asked.

"Everything." He retorted, forcing a smile.

But it was no joke. And he knew it wasn't time for him to break down. He couldn't. Lightning was close to the edge herself. She was clearly missing Raine. And Cloud. And above all, she needed peace of mind. But that was something that he couldn't give her either.

"I don't know if you noticed it, but Storm was told that… I don't know how to say this. But I think you might be happier in some way if I tell you."

"Then why is it hard to tell me?"

"Well, you're gonna be mad too."

She frowned at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Noctis, stop walking around the bush and spit it out."

"Storm has mako too, or well, the matrix said he had. It's almost unbelievable, since Odin never spotted it, and…"

"What are you getting at, Noctis?"

Lightning was clearly not amused by this news. And she wouldn't understand unless he put it in clearer words.

"How would Storm have mako in his blood? I never had any myself. And Stella couldn't use mako to defend herself. She had no magical powers at all. Storm has the Radiance. But he has more than just that."

His girlfriend shook her head, refusing to understand. But he needed her to realize before that Storm woke up. The boy certainly didn't need another person's crisis.

"What proof did we have that Stella was Storm's mother? They could have used anyone's cells, they almost cloned him directly from me, right?"

"Noctis…"

"They used your cells. You're his real mother, Lightning, biologically speaking. They told him so as they killed Stella. I don't know what they were looking after. Maybe they thought that psychologically breaking him down would make it possible for them to manipulate him. But it failed. Because he knew you and I."

"Wait, they used my… Wasn't Raine's kidnapping enough?"

She looked ready to go mad, but tears started running down her cheeks as she got up and swiftly sat back down. She was so sick of everything going on.

"Tell me it's all a lie."

"Claire…" He got up and sat beside her, to hold her in his arms. "Don't you realize what this mean? Alright, both of our children were stolen from us, but we got them back now. But they're our children in every possible way."

Lightning blinked. She thought this was pretty too farfetched, even for Noctis. But something within her was happy, though the confusion and grief hurt a great deal.

"There was never any betrayal between us, even while people played in our back."

She hung onto him, tightly gripping to his shirt. It was hard since it was such a fitting suit, but he didn't mind.

"I don't think I'm ready to be Storm's mother, Noctis. Not with knowing what he did to his last mom."

The young spy was surprised. He hadn't thought about that, but he looked down at her and saw that she was smiling through her tear. Whatever she said, she was still up for a fight. And she would fight, even if things were hard.

"I have to stop crying all the time. I'm getting too emotional. Let us wish I'm not pregnant right now."

"Why, would it be wrong?" he asked.

"I already have Raine to look after and I'll need all the time I can get for Storm, with what he's been through today."

"That's why I'm here now." He reminded her.

And as they held on, they were glad none of them were gone. But Lightning had one last fear in the back of her heart. Except from Storm and from her family. The voice had said she had been chosen to fight the real evil of this world. Caius couldn't be the only one that implied. The job still had to be done. And she wasn't sure if they were really up for more fight against such opponents. She couldn't wait to get back on earth and to reach something looking like a normal life…

…

Time: 19 028 A.D. day unknown

Location: Earth, Washington D.C.: HQ of the American branch of the army

Mission: babysitting Raine till Lightning comes back from March without the boss noticing that the baby is there…

Soldiers: Cloud Strife and Yuna Albhed and the rest of the Squad's 8 crew

Warning: the baby refuse to sleep and whine like a police car's siren. Hard to explain this to the superiors…

Message from Barret Wallace. End of transmission.

…

The small infant was whining loudly as her uncle entered the squad's quarters. Tifa had changed her diapers and tried everything she knew about kid to calm her down, but nothing seemed to be working.

"Cloud, you're back?"

He nodded, unable to speak as he saw his former girlfriend holding up his baby niece in her arm. It felt weird. As if she totally belonged there, but Raine was crying, and Yuna was sighing in his back. She was tired. The trip back home was quite fun and they spend lot of quality time, but he should have let her rest a little more. He should have tried to rest more himself.

"Hi, Tifa."

Her name sounded too soft in his mouth. He wanted to forget the plans they once had made, about having a family together. He belonged to Yuna now. No one else. He walked up to Tifa, forcing a smile.

"Having trouble with Raine?" he joked.

"She's been crying for hours. I know she's tiring herself, but I can't seem to find something to calm her down."

Cloud reached out one hand to stroke the baby's head. A green bolt of lightning run between his fingers and the baby yelled, throwing her arms back. Cloud jumped a few steps back, shocked, to say the least.

"What are you trying to do, Cloud?"

"That wasn't me…!" he swore.

Yuna sat down, lifting one hand to her forehead.

"This is your niece, Lightning's baby, right?" she asked.

Cloud nodded, exchanging a brief glance with Tifa, before to look at the baby, who was still crying and then he looked back to Yuna.

"Doesn't that mean that she has mako in her blood?"

The Soldier immediately understood. Of course. What else could it be if Tifa had tried anything? The young woman was a good nurse and knew how to treat children, so, it had to be something out of the ordinary. And Lightning and Noctis' child couldn't be ordinary. He felt the mako surging in his blood, burning his veins.

"I see now. She must be hurting a lot. Here, give her to me, Tifa."

The young woman hesitated, but only for a second, before to let him take the infant in his arm. A few sparks ran between the uncle and the niece, and at first, it seems the mako was ready to cover them from head to toe. Cloud focused on the child and the baby stopped crying, looking at him right back in the eyes. She had his sister's eyes. Green blue makoish. But greener than his eyes. He felt Raine's power. Small, but ready to soar. The child was panicked. Nothing had been normal lately in her life. The little comfort she had with her parents was gone. Her parents were gone. And she was really sensitive to them, even if they were lightyears away.

"It's okay, Raine. They're coming back. Don't let the mako burn you. Let it sleep for now."

The bolt of blue and green thunder slowed down, before to die down and Raine yawned, fresh tears coming out from her eyes. Tired of crying, tired of worrying. The poor thing had no way to express herself, she could only live through all that terrible stuff.

"Hang on, sweetie. Uncle Cloud is here. And the rain is gone."

That was totally cheesy, but Cloud didn't care. And more than everything, the baby didn't care. She needed a warm, familiar voice that would soothe her. And his did. She fell asleep.

"I don't know how you do that, but next time I have trouble with a mako infused baby, I'm calling you right away," Yuffie joked.

The young colonel realized only then that his whole squall was in the room. Smiling at him. Barret looked ready to make some comment but he held it back. Vincent wasn't annoyed, but he wasn't amused either. He seemed to only be able to hear the word baby that Yuffie had just said. The poor man really wasn't prepared for parenthood.

"Hey guys, this isn't a show, this is a private family reunion," he retorted, blushing for no good reason at all.

"Well, you're a good uncle, Cloud. The best this girl could have." Nanaki observed wisely.

"And if we ever need a babysitter, we'll know who to call, right Vinnie?"

Vincent looked so pale that for a moment, the others thought he was ready to faint. Yuna got up and offered the guy her seat, which he accepted gratefully.

"Come on, Vincent, it's gonna be alright."

The pale man shook his head softly, but the silence that followed meant that everyone was better leaving him off the hook.

"Well, it's been some times, everyone," Cloud sighed. "What's up?"

As if to answer his question, the door of the room was swiftly opened by Tidus, who was followed by his father, general Jecht himself.

"It seems there was unidentified mako activity around here, soldiers." Tidus said, frowning at the squad.

They frowned right back at him, even if everyone in the room knew what was that unidentified mako activity. Cloud hadn't any time to hide Raine, he just stood still, with the baby in his arms. He felt stupid.

Jecht smiled at the sight.

"This kid has something familiar about her look, colonel Strife. Do you have some good news for us, soldier? Retiring to live in the countryside with your hidden family?"

"That's my niece, general. My sister needed assistance, so she left her with the squad. I just arrived and…"

"Oh, so the girl has mako too, that's why…" Jecht understood.

Cloud's face immediately turned cold and harsh and his arms held the baby possessively, as if his general could try to steal it away from him.

"Don't get me wrong, colonel. I was just asking. We need to know what can cause such an activity. Mako is quite unstable. But it seems you have it all under control."

Tidus was exchanging glances with Yuna, who tried to avoid his gaze as much as possible. Cloud noticed it, though he didn't really care. He knew Yuna wouldn't dump him for some kid like that over tanned guy.

"Thank you, general."

"I also wanted to let you know that we'll be needing your report over your last mission in the next hour. I hope to see you and my sweet little pie in my office by then."

Tidus looked to the ceiling as Jecht walked out, laughing with his strong voice. He waited until his father was out of ear sight.

"Forget my ol' man, he's always been a moron."

He left with that, before that any member of the squad could agree with him. Yuna was pink from being called Jecht's sweet little pie. Was that a cool nickname or something? It sounded awful, and as if she was… a whore or something.

And since she had had some hot quality time with Cloud on their way back to earth, she couldn't help herself but blushed even more, feeling rather embarrassed.

Cloud, on the other hand, was more worried about the…

"Report? Dammit! Tifa, you take care of Raine."

He ran to his room.

"Yuffie, what have you done to this place?"

The young ninja made a face, before to whine:

"How did you know it was me?"

"Who else would look around the room for my materias and scattering 'em all over the place?" he retorted.

Yuffie blushed and Vincent muffled something to himself. Yuna went to Tifa's side, kinda reassured. Nothing here had changed. This squad's barracks was still the cheerful place she remembered. How good it was to be back on earth!

…

Time: 19 028 A.D. day unknown

Location: earth, just out from the hospital, Boston's streets

Mission: finding and stopping Sephiroth

Agents: Squall Leonheart and Aeris Gainsborough

Warning: the albino has learned about his mother's death and is desperately trying to remain sane. Find and halt him before he lose it and cause something like that movie called Last Order…

Message from Reno. End of transmission.

…

"Squall, I don't like this." Aeris whispered, walking as close to him as possible.

"I don't like it either, but it's the only way we have to make him come out of his hiding place. And I'll make sure nothing will happen to you, I promise."

He wrapped one arm around her shoulders to comfort her and also to reassure him.

They were planning on luring Sephiroth in a trap to dissuade him of ever coming after Aeris again. But that meant they needed bait. And who could do a better bait than Aeris herself?

"I don't want to force you to keep on running around for the rest of your life. We'll get rid of the problem now."

Squall headed for the Feds building. It was the most obvious place to hide, and he was ready to put his hand in the fire and bet that Sephiroth really was there. He couldn't have expected the sight he met a few hours later…

…

The cetra barely noticed Aeris, who was sitting on a chair in an old waiting room from the disaffected hospital. Squall was hidden in the shadows, close enough to keep guard on his protégée. Sephiroth was totally unaware. He looked weak and crossed. His eyes were void of life. His hair didn't shine. His hands didn't wear any gloves and his coat hung to his form, showing that he was thinner than usual. Aeris noticed every changes and felt terrible for hating him just one instant. It wasn't possible for her to forgive everything this man had done to her, but since Squall was close and protecting her, right now, she could forgive, somehow.

"Sephiroth?" she asked.

Her voice was a mere whisper, but that made him jump and turn around. His eyes got rounder as he noticed her. But no predator's smile grew on his lips. No sparkle in his eyes. He was merely recognizing her.

"What are you doing here, lady Rhis?" He asked, sounding like the ghost of himself.

"I can now go where I want to." She retorted.

"Good for you, cetra."

He sounded bitter and diminished but he forced himself to stand as tall as he could and he walked up to her. As he stopped in front of her, his hand moved faster than she'd expected it to. He slapped her in the face, throwing her off her chair. Squall was there to block the next slap a second later, but Aeris was still kneeling on the floor, tears gathering in his eyes. She couldn't understand what was going on. She was closed off to Sephiroth's feelings, fearing to be recalled of the torments he'd put her through in the past.

"I knew you would be there, guard dog. But there's really no point in completing any more missions. The Faction is going down. The first great instructor is dead. And so is Jenova."

Squall understood what that meant, but he wasn't here on a mission.

"I'm here to exact judgment from you, you bastard!"

"Huh… I think I was already punished enough with my mother's death."

Aeris was stroking her throbbing cheek as she looked at him with disbelief.

"I don't think any punishment would be enough."

Sephiroth stood back, materializing his masamune in front of him as Squall shielded Aeris with his body, standing right in front of her.

"Maybe you're right. I have crossed every line. But she never minded it, you know. She may regret it now…"

Aeris felt a pain that was far from all she could remember from the terrible times when Sephiroth had forced her and ravaged her body. She coiled up over herself, trying to block his words away from her mind. But guilt was still vivid in her wounds. And it hurt like salt in a bleeding cut.

Squall interrupted Sephiroth's words with a jolt of thunder. He did it without thinking. He wasn't carrying any materia now. But Quezacoatlz was roaring in his blood. And he welcomed it. He needed to kill that bastard. And to make him suffer as much as possible along the way. He regretted bringing Aeris with him now. He would have to amend for that too. To amend for letting that albinos slap her even once.

"I don't want to hear the sick excuses you created to calm down your own conscience."

"Good. Cause I don't have any excuses. I don't need any. I was acting along my mother's will. I was supposed to break that Ancient in every possible way. And I failed at it. Now you can use her power. It's a good think Jenova can't see me anymore."

"Don't you care about anything else?"

Sephiroth's eyes were injected with blood and looked dull, even if his words sounded as if they were though through and through. He was doing all he could to hurt Aeris again. And Squall couldn't spare him even one more insult toward his girl. He let go of the thunder. Let it ran across the tall man's body. Let it burn down his coat and have it melt over his skin so that his yells of agony could finally be heard. Sephiroth threw his masamune at him, aiming for the throat. Squall blocked the attack. The electricity ran over the steel, to reach Sephiroth's arms. Aeris closed her eyes. She couldn't talk; her throat was way too tight. But she wanted it to stop. And Squall was ready to stop it all. He fired his gunblade, and the bullets dived in the ancient's flesh. Sephiroth was pushed against the wall. He groaned and spit some blood, but he barely raised his sword. He had no strength left in him. He was dying, which felt quite impressive when you think that Sephiroth had once been judged as the perfect Soldier.

"You know, guard dog… you can praise yourself for killing… me. But I'm not…! I'm not the original Sephiroth." He breathed hard, coughing slightly. "The real one was already death before you were born. One of my clones will surely come back to hunt… you down. To hunt lady Rhis. If the Feds still want her… I…"

He collapsed to the ground with that, leaving a trail of blood on the wall behind him. Squall stood still for a minute, glaring at the fresh corpse. He hated that man. Hated the Faction and the Feds for ever creating something like this thing. He retracted his gunblade and turned around. Aeris had fainted and was lying motionless on the ground. He sighed, biting his lips. This was far too much for her. The poor girl was certainly traumatized once more. As if all she'd already been through wasn't enough... He walked up to her and kneeled before to gather her resting form in his arms.

"It's over now, Ris. They can make all the threats they want, but it's really over."

If the first G.I. was dead, no one in the faction could ask to use the cetra. No one would be left a chance to ask for her knowledge with him around. He felt a pang of anguish as she whined in her sleep and as he saw her nightmare. He could almost feel her pain through his own body. And how he wanted to push it away.

"No don't…!" she pleaded.

And he could see everything. Sephiroth was still alive in her mind. He would always be alive. His hands would never stop hurting her. Squall held her, his anger failing to dissipate his own guilt. He wanted to erase the bad memories. But all he had was brute strength. All he knew was how to care and how to love. Mending was something far more complicated. He could fix engines and mechanics. But heart… That was something else. His own heart was still heavily scarred and he wasn't sure if any fixing was possible for him. So what about her?

"I won't, Aeris. I swear, I'll never act as he did."

But he still wanted her. Maybe even more than before. He wanted to make her his and his only, so that the very fact Sephiroth ever touched her would be unbelievable. But how could he do it without hurting her? How could he even think about it, knowing what had happened? Her nightmares changed. Sephiroth vanished. And suddenly, for the first time, he saw himself in her mind. They were holding hands, walking across the streets. He was staring at her, with sparkles in his eyes and she was blushing. And she was singing and he was praising her. And life was at it shall. All in her mind. Then, but then only, did he knew that everything would be alright. Things would come in time. She would accept him entirely, in time.

"I love you, Squall."

Words weren't always enough, but for now, they meant the world to Squall. He left with a smile. And he forgot the very murder he had just done. Aeris didn't care about this side of him, so he didn't care either. At least, not for now…

…

To be continued

You know guys, I think I know why I can't write much on FFVII… Seriously, I've had problem with this ff lately. My boyfriend's name is Vincent. So I always end up thinking about him when I write over Vincent Valentine. It's confusing. And quite distracting. And so you know, my Vincent is far better than Valentine. I wish school was over, that I had my work and that we could live together already… We've been together for almost nine months now. And I'm still as much in love as the first day… Aww, I miss him so much right now! Sorry for the slice of life! XD

Another thing, I can't believe I killed Sephiroth. It's like the most terrible thing I ever did in a fic. He's the greatest villain of all FF, his theme is badass, and I killed him! I'm ashamed of myself… Still not sure of what to think about how I wrote it. Squall can be so badass. But still, Sephiroth should have fought back a little more. Aww man… Let me know what you think about this chapter. It took me time to write it, but here it is, at least, everything looks kinda better for the central character. But is it really the end? Oh no. There's still two more chapters to go to wrap this up. Not sure if I'll put the wedding. I've never been to a wedding, so I tend to skip these parts. Anyway, now, review! And no flames plz, if you don't like it, you shouldn't read it!