Tseng felt as if he was a fool, giving up everything for one girl.
His mind searched for an explanation that would make him believe that he
was doing the right thing. Even a word, a syllable would have fooled him,
but this was one of the rare moments, when he didn't have an answer.
Although, he couldn't think of an answer, his mind knew for some vast
reason that it was the right thing to do. What then, was the fucking
reason?? He searched and searched desperately, boggling his mind, but he
was lost.
But a silent voice, a voice that was hushed, ignored for a long time,
whispered to him. An idea struck his head in a blind rush. LOVE. Love, was
it? Was he in one of those frantic love dramas? Those movies that he always
regarded as boring or pathetic? Was it love? This sheer feeling that was
within him. "Ahhh!!" He yelled through the silent halls of his mansion.
Tseng, not willing to think about this anymore, walked out the
doorway, with his coat on his shoulders, furious with rage. But who knew,
that he might not get a chance to. Who knew that so soon, he will be
sacrificed by one of the fate's cruel games.
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Aeris lay wrapped in Tseng's arms. She stirred and lifted her head, offering him a small smile. However Tseng was unable to return the favor. The headquarters were complaining. Almost threatening his position, his pay, his life - everything he had worked for, the reason that he stained his hands with blood. They were all about to be gone because he was suspected of being disloyal to the company. The worst part was that the accusations made were right, and that in reality the situation was more grave than they could ever guess. Maybe they thought he was having an affair with the Cetra that he was supposed to be chasing, but they could never guess that he was desperately, dangerously in love. Now when he reminisced, he now knew something he hadn't known back then. Why hadn't he realized that he was falling into this madness, why hadn't he taken her to the headquarters - even when he wasn't familiar with her? The delicate fingers that hooked with his, and the flushed lips against his neck. He was falling for her headfirst and there was no way to stop it.
It was the day when murders of thousands were cast in order to destroy a few. It was the day when the frailty of others were realized. When so many were over shadowed by the few. Sector Seven, once standing triumphantly tall, crumbled as easily as pressing a button.
Reno was the fool who pressed the button, with a sly grin on his face. Tseng wasn't supposed to be at the operation, he wasn't assigned because of the mistrust hinted to the president by the executives. He also couldn't let anything happen to Aeris. As for the others, he could care less. As the small bomb placed on the middle of the gigantic pillar exploded, Tseng covered his eyes from the blinding flash. From the chopper he was in, he saw the explosion lighten up the eternal dark of Midgar. The inhumane combustion fell from the sky, and he felt a momentary chill.
Was it too late? The screams and the hysterics and the horror of it all - as the plate crumbled to crush them all. He felt his heart sink.
He set his jaw and piloted the transportation through the shower of fire, looking for a place to land. When he was close to the ground he jumped out, leaving behind the vehicle to be consumed in white flames.
Everything was beyond him. He couldn't stop the plates from falling, as hindered its path was due to the metal supports and wiring. The only way to save his angel was to get her out of there.
Tseng found Aeris at last, hugging her knees in a narrow passageway. A heavy burden on his heart, like thousand of pounds released him when he saw her face. Hasty tears streaming down her face, wincing at every slab of concrete that hit the ground. Screams of agony were all around her and he suddenly felt sick.
Damn the Shinra.
As Tseng took steps toward her, he heard a creaking sound from above. The main frame, it was about to collapse. The sickening, prolonged doom that sentenced his death, and he was running from it like a rat trapped in a cage.
He grabbed her bewildered form by the waist and flung her across his shoulder. He ran like a blind man, noticing everything but failing to recognize the maneuvered moves like a quickening clock.
.... It was supposed to be just like the rescue missions he had drilled so many times... Oh God. The only, and the critical difference was that this was real... and that the prize had been the promotion to the Turks, not the life of his heart.
So many people, swarming in front of him like frightened ants. God, he wanted to crush them all. Move out of the way! He couldn't see that they were, as he was, running for their lives. He was now completely enveloped in the notion that what he was doing was sacred, while the worthless, feeble bastards were meeting their unavoidable fate.
Tseng ran, while carrying her. Finally, after running through the tormenting screams of others, they arrived at a ice smooth, perfectly perpendicular to the ground, wall . Tseng let Aeris step on his shoulders, in order to get over the damned barrier. After a few minutes, Aeris called out, relieved. Tseng had no way of getting over the fucked up wall. He ran around for a while, looking for the wall's end, only to find out that the wall made a complete obstacle that surrounded the doomed sector. He looked down at his feet and a tear glided his cheek. He had just realized that he wasn't going to make it. His heart pounded crazily, maddening. He thrust his red fist to the wall, crying "No, no! no... no......" Aeris, not knowing not to do, felt incredibly selfish. She called out "Tseng, Tseng!" But there was no reply until...
"Aeris, just go!" "Tseng!" "GO!" "Not without you." "Fucking bitch, GO!" "TSENG!" "Tseng." Her voice was echoed only by a mute silence.
A burst of sonic waves threw Aeris backwards. While she held on to the ground, she knew that the sector was sinking, as if being pulled in by a black hole. It felt like an earthquake, splitting her world in two. She wondered if she would have preferred to have been on the other side of the barrier. She couldn't answer that question yet. It was infuriating that she couldn't do anything, while she could only watch. While she was so close. How ironic the world was. It felt as if she was going up, instead of him sinking downwards, it felt as if she was leaving him; waving good bye. With many tears gliding down her face, she could feel the support pillar bending and splitting into pieces, taking Tseng with it.
With a shrieking noise, signaling that the last pillar had gave away, she knew he was gone, along with thousands of others.
She was separated from Sector 7 ... just like she was separated from her love and just like Tseng was separated from his love thus the living world.
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In the shadow, a figure stood unnoticed, his auburn hair gracing the sunset. His blue eyes were fixed at a figure in a dress, his mind a doomed turmoil. In his eyes were bitter betrayal, shock, sorrow... and wonder? His best friend, Tseng, had just died. He didn't know what to feel; not that he knew how to feel. He had these emotions that he himself couldn't comprehend.
So it was true; Tseng, the head of the Turks was disloyal to the company. All the rumors he heard, it was true. Reno continued to watch the girl weep, her knees buckling in a silent prayer that was an agonized scream.
You demented soul that thrives in the eternal darkness. You whose home lies in the fiery pits of hell. Die! Away with you! You have already caused much too suffering. You with those ever glowing blood thirsty red eyes that spy me in the dark. You with the acerbic mouth that sends hatred out. You, the amorphous creature who haunts me from within; with you, all hell is avouched. ... I plead you to let me be, to be able to determine my own paths, but I know that you never will.
Author's Notes: Thank you for waiting so long. Pleave review!!! Love to you all!! Peace!!
Why do you question me. Do you think your opinion matter to me? You don't matter to me. You think if I saw you bleeding from your head, I would give you a second look? Pshh, you're lucky if I don't start laughing at you. Oh, no, this isn't pointed at you, of course I care about YOU. Hey, what's your name again?
Aeris lay wrapped in Tseng's arms. She stirred and lifted her head, offering him a small smile. However Tseng was unable to return the favor. The headquarters were complaining. Almost threatening his position, his pay, his life - everything he had worked for, the reason that he stained his hands with blood. They were all about to be gone because he was suspected of being disloyal to the company. The worst part was that the accusations made were right, and that in reality the situation was more grave than they could ever guess. Maybe they thought he was having an affair with the Cetra that he was supposed to be chasing, but they could never guess that he was desperately, dangerously in love. Now when he reminisced, he now knew something he hadn't known back then. Why hadn't he realized that he was falling into this madness, why hadn't he taken her to the headquarters - even when he wasn't familiar with her? The delicate fingers that hooked with his, and the flushed lips against his neck. He was falling for her headfirst and there was no way to stop it.
It was the day when murders of thousands were cast in order to destroy a few. It was the day when the frailty of others were realized. When so many were over shadowed by the few. Sector Seven, once standing triumphantly tall, crumbled as easily as pressing a button.
Reno was the fool who pressed the button, with a sly grin on his face. Tseng wasn't supposed to be at the operation, he wasn't assigned because of the mistrust hinted to the president by the executives. He also couldn't let anything happen to Aeris. As for the others, he could care less. As the small bomb placed on the middle of the gigantic pillar exploded, Tseng covered his eyes from the blinding flash. From the chopper he was in, he saw the explosion lighten up the eternal dark of Midgar. The inhumane combustion fell from the sky, and he felt a momentary chill.
Was it too late? The screams and the hysterics and the horror of it all - as the plate crumbled to crush them all. He felt his heart sink.
He set his jaw and piloted the transportation through the shower of fire, looking for a place to land. When he was close to the ground he jumped out, leaving behind the vehicle to be consumed in white flames.
Everything was beyond him. He couldn't stop the plates from falling, as hindered its path was due to the metal supports and wiring. The only way to save his angel was to get her out of there.
Tseng found Aeris at last, hugging her knees in a narrow passageway. A heavy burden on his heart, like thousand of pounds released him when he saw her face. Hasty tears streaming down her face, wincing at every slab of concrete that hit the ground. Screams of agony were all around her and he suddenly felt sick.
Damn the Shinra.
As Tseng took steps toward her, he heard a creaking sound from above. The main frame, it was about to collapse. The sickening, prolonged doom that sentenced his death, and he was running from it like a rat trapped in a cage.
He grabbed her bewildered form by the waist and flung her across his shoulder. He ran like a blind man, noticing everything but failing to recognize the maneuvered moves like a quickening clock.
.... It was supposed to be just like the rescue missions he had drilled so many times... Oh God. The only, and the critical difference was that this was real... and that the prize had been the promotion to the Turks, not the life of his heart.
So many people, swarming in front of him like frightened ants. God, he wanted to crush them all. Move out of the way! He couldn't see that they were, as he was, running for their lives. He was now completely enveloped in the notion that what he was doing was sacred, while the worthless, feeble bastards were meeting their unavoidable fate.
Tseng ran, while carrying her. Finally, after running through the tormenting screams of others, they arrived at a ice smooth, perfectly perpendicular to the ground, wall . Tseng let Aeris step on his shoulders, in order to get over the damned barrier. After a few minutes, Aeris called out, relieved. Tseng had no way of getting over the fucked up wall. He ran around for a while, looking for the wall's end, only to find out that the wall made a complete obstacle that surrounded the doomed sector. He looked down at his feet and a tear glided his cheek. He had just realized that he wasn't going to make it. His heart pounded crazily, maddening. He thrust his red fist to the wall, crying "No, no! no... no......" Aeris, not knowing not to do, felt incredibly selfish. She called out "Tseng, Tseng!" But there was no reply until...
"Aeris, just go!" "Tseng!" "GO!" "Not without you." "Fucking bitch, GO!" "TSENG!" "Tseng." Her voice was echoed only by a mute silence.
A burst of sonic waves threw Aeris backwards. While she held on to the ground, she knew that the sector was sinking, as if being pulled in by a black hole. It felt like an earthquake, splitting her world in two. She wondered if she would have preferred to have been on the other side of the barrier. She couldn't answer that question yet. It was infuriating that she couldn't do anything, while she could only watch. While she was so close. How ironic the world was. It felt as if she was going up, instead of him sinking downwards, it felt as if she was leaving him; waving good bye. With many tears gliding down her face, she could feel the support pillar bending and splitting into pieces, taking Tseng with it.
With a shrieking noise, signaling that the last pillar had gave away, she knew he was gone, along with thousands of others.
She was separated from Sector 7 ... just like she was separated from her love and just like Tseng was separated from his love thus the living world.
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In the shadow, a figure stood unnoticed, his auburn hair gracing the sunset. His blue eyes were fixed at a figure in a dress, his mind a doomed turmoil. In his eyes were bitter betrayal, shock, sorrow... and wonder? His best friend, Tseng, had just died. He didn't know what to feel; not that he knew how to feel. He had these emotions that he himself couldn't comprehend.
So it was true; Tseng, the head of the Turks was disloyal to the company. All the rumors he heard, it was true. Reno continued to watch the girl weep, her knees buckling in a silent prayer that was an agonized scream.
You demented soul that thrives in the eternal darkness. You whose home lies in the fiery pits of hell. Die! Away with you! You have already caused much too suffering. You with those ever glowing blood thirsty red eyes that spy me in the dark. You with the acerbic mouth that sends hatred out. You, the amorphous creature who haunts me from within; with you, all hell is avouched. ... I plead you to let me be, to be able to determine my own paths, but I know that you never will.
Author's Notes: Thank you for waiting so long. Pleave review!!! Love to you all!! Peace!!
Why do you question me. Do you think your opinion matter to me? You don't matter to me. You think if I saw you bleeding from your head, I would give you a second look? Pshh, you're lucky if I don't start laughing at you. Oh, no, this isn't pointed at you, of course I care about YOU. Hey, what's your name again?