Chapter Five
*A quick author's note* Time will be jumped in this chapter. It will go from Gold Saucer to the City of Ancients. I'm sorry, but even I can't remember EVERYTHING. :) I hope you all don't mind too much.
Still at Gold Saucer.
"Cait, you bastard!"
"How can you do this, you backstabbing traitor?"
"Barret! Cid! Calm down!"
"No, Tifa! Me and the Captain here are gonna do a little number on this cat's face!" As Barret said that, he moved threateningly closer to Cait.
"I wouldn't do that, big guy," Cait calmly replied.
"What the hell are you gonna do to stop us?" Cid sneered.
"Well," Cait replied.
Then, out of the stuffed cat's mouth, the sound of a little girl came.
"Daddy? Where are you? I want to see you."
"You-you-you BASTARD!" screamed an enraged Barret. He attempted to throw himself onto Cait, but was stopped by Cloud, Vincent and Cid.
"Look, Barret, I didn't want to resort to this, but, ya know how these things work. So let's just go on the way we were."
A reluctant Cloud spoke up, "It seems we have little choice."
A few days later, in the ship, The Bebop.
"Dammit, Jet! Every time we get 'information', we seem to be at least a few days behind! How the hell are we gonna be able to get them? They called you the Black Dog, right? Well, I thought dogs are supposed to be able to have a decent sense of direction."
"Easy, Spike. I think I might have a notion on where they're going next."
"And where the hell is that?"
"Uh.Cosmo Canyon?" Jet answered weakly.
"Cosmo Canyon? Cosmo Canyon?! We were there two freaking days ago! Look, Jet, I'm going out in the Swordfish for a while."
"Wait, Spike."
Spike ignored his friend, and left the hanger in his own ship. He needed time alone, so he decided to go north. As the plains and sea swept below his ship, he thought of Julia. Only two months ago, she had died in his arms. If everything had gone how he had planned it, he should have died as well. But, he knew life wasn't going to be that easy, and that he had to trudge on.
When he looked down, down below the ship, he noticed he was farther north than he had wanted. Pulling up the map, he saw he was a little farther north than some small mining town called Bone Village. Looking a little ahead of him, he saw the glow of an ethereal town. He decided to radio Jet, since the town wasn't on the map.
"Hey, Jet. Is there some town north of Bone Village?"
There were a few minutes of silence as Jet pulled up a map.
"No, Spike. The only other town is Icicle Inn, but that's north west."
"Hm.well, there definitely is a town there. I'm going to land and meet you there, ok?"
"I'll be there in 20 minutes."
Meanwhile, inside the city.
"Are you sure she came this way?"
"If you ask me that one more time, Yuffie," Cloud warned.
"I just-"
"Well, don't!" shot back Cloud.
During this little exchange, one that had been going on for quite a while, Tifa walked as if in a dream. She seldom talked, since the events at the Golden Saucer had transpired, and when she did talk, it was only to Barret, Red, or Cid. She was just trying to quell the tears, that hadn't stopped much during the last few days.
Breaking away from her reveries, she took in her surroundings. The group was walking down a long, ethereal staircase, which seemed to lead to the center of the city. As the group reached the bottom, their eyes seemed drawn to the kneeling figure on the lit pedestal.
"Aeris," Cloud breathed. He started forward, toward her. Naturally, the rest of the group started to follow. Cloud, who seemed to be in a trance, waved for them to stay back. Climbing up to the pedestal alone, he drew his sword, and commenced to deliver a killing blow to Aeris. He stopped the blade mere centimeters from her head. Falling backwards, he shook his head, as if to rid his mind from HIS control. He was preoccupied with his own inner turmoil, that he didn't notice the figure come from behind the pedestal until the gun was pressed to his neck.
"Don't move, Cloud Strife. You and your gang are worth a lot of woo-long."
Heedless of Spike's words, Cloud screamed, "Sephiroth! What are you doing to me?!"
Spike looked around, confused. Jet had the rest of the group under control, so who was this man talking about? He chanced a look up, to see a figure plummeting to the ground.
Tifa looked up as Spike did, and saw the man.
"Aeris! Look out!"
Soon, the Cetra will die, and nothing will stand between me and the Promised Land.
The sword whistled down, straight towards Aeris's undefended form. It hit, with a shower of sparks.
Sephiroth looked down and saw the cause.
Staining with effort, Spike held the sword in check with the finger-guard of his gun. The seen looked oddly familiar to him, as his mind flashed to the last minutes with Vicious.
"Sorry to spoil your fun," Spike smirked, "But, if you kill these precious bounty heads, I get no reward. So, be so kind as to retract your sword, and I won't have to kick your ass."
"You are a fool, Spiegel. You should never have gotten involved."
"Hey, guy, that's the name of the game."
Without another word, Sephiroth left, leaving the whole group, Spike, and Jet in a state of confusion.
*A quick author's note* Time will be jumped in this chapter. It will go from Gold Saucer to the City of Ancients. I'm sorry, but even I can't remember EVERYTHING. :) I hope you all don't mind too much.
Still at Gold Saucer.
"Cait, you bastard!"
"How can you do this, you backstabbing traitor?"
"Barret! Cid! Calm down!"
"No, Tifa! Me and the Captain here are gonna do a little number on this cat's face!" As Barret said that, he moved threateningly closer to Cait.
"I wouldn't do that, big guy," Cait calmly replied.
"What the hell are you gonna do to stop us?" Cid sneered.
"Well," Cait replied.
Then, out of the stuffed cat's mouth, the sound of a little girl came.
"Daddy? Where are you? I want to see you."
"You-you-you BASTARD!" screamed an enraged Barret. He attempted to throw himself onto Cait, but was stopped by Cloud, Vincent and Cid.
"Look, Barret, I didn't want to resort to this, but, ya know how these things work. So let's just go on the way we were."
A reluctant Cloud spoke up, "It seems we have little choice."
A few days later, in the ship, The Bebop.
"Dammit, Jet! Every time we get 'information', we seem to be at least a few days behind! How the hell are we gonna be able to get them? They called you the Black Dog, right? Well, I thought dogs are supposed to be able to have a decent sense of direction."
"Easy, Spike. I think I might have a notion on where they're going next."
"And where the hell is that?"
"Uh.Cosmo Canyon?" Jet answered weakly.
"Cosmo Canyon? Cosmo Canyon?! We were there two freaking days ago! Look, Jet, I'm going out in the Swordfish for a while."
"Wait, Spike."
Spike ignored his friend, and left the hanger in his own ship. He needed time alone, so he decided to go north. As the plains and sea swept below his ship, he thought of Julia. Only two months ago, she had died in his arms. If everything had gone how he had planned it, he should have died as well. But, he knew life wasn't going to be that easy, and that he had to trudge on.
When he looked down, down below the ship, he noticed he was farther north than he had wanted. Pulling up the map, he saw he was a little farther north than some small mining town called Bone Village. Looking a little ahead of him, he saw the glow of an ethereal town. He decided to radio Jet, since the town wasn't on the map.
"Hey, Jet. Is there some town north of Bone Village?"
There were a few minutes of silence as Jet pulled up a map.
"No, Spike. The only other town is Icicle Inn, but that's north west."
"Hm.well, there definitely is a town there. I'm going to land and meet you there, ok?"
"I'll be there in 20 minutes."
Meanwhile, inside the city.
"Are you sure she came this way?"
"If you ask me that one more time, Yuffie," Cloud warned.
"I just-"
"Well, don't!" shot back Cloud.
During this little exchange, one that had been going on for quite a while, Tifa walked as if in a dream. She seldom talked, since the events at the Golden Saucer had transpired, and when she did talk, it was only to Barret, Red, or Cid. She was just trying to quell the tears, that hadn't stopped much during the last few days.
Breaking away from her reveries, she took in her surroundings. The group was walking down a long, ethereal staircase, which seemed to lead to the center of the city. As the group reached the bottom, their eyes seemed drawn to the kneeling figure on the lit pedestal.
"Aeris," Cloud breathed. He started forward, toward her. Naturally, the rest of the group started to follow. Cloud, who seemed to be in a trance, waved for them to stay back. Climbing up to the pedestal alone, he drew his sword, and commenced to deliver a killing blow to Aeris. He stopped the blade mere centimeters from her head. Falling backwards, he shook his head, as if to rid his mind from HIS control. He was preoccupied with his own inner turmoil, that he didn't notice the figure come from behind the pedestal until the gun was pressed to his neck.
"Don't move, Cloud Strife. You and your gang are worth a lot of woo-long."
Heedless of Spike's words, Cloud screamed, "Sephiroth! What are you doing to me?!"
Spike looked around, confused. Jet had the rest of the group under control, so who was this man talking about? He chanced a look up, to see a figure plummeting to the ground.
Tifa looked up as Spike did, and saw the man.
"Aeris! Look out!"
Soon, the Cetra will die, and nothing will stand between me and the Promised Land.
The sword whistled down, straight towards Aeris's undefended form. It hit, with a shower of sparks.
Sephiroth looked down and saw the cause.
Staining with effort, Spike held the sword in check with the finger-guard of his gun. The seen looked oddly familiar to him, as his mind flashed to the last minutes with Vicious.
"Sorry to spoil your fun," Spike smirked, "But, if you kill these precious bounty heads, I get no reward. So, be so kind as to retract your sword, and I won't have to kick your ass."
"You are a fool, Spiegel. You should never have gotten involved."
"Hey, guy, that's the name of the game."
Without another word, Sephiroth left, leaving the whole group, Spike, and Jet in a state of confusion.