©Blood of Sephiroth 2001
Buried PastDisclaimer: I own none of the FFVII Characters, but Gabe is mine! All mine, you hear me!!!!
Chapter One: Hell's Angel
Gabe flew down the hall, her long black hair flying out behind her and her green eyes terrified as her lithe form darted through the crowd. The tough girls were after her again, and if she didn't escape them then she was in deep trouble. She had been caught by them once, and that was an experiance she never wanted to repeat.
Gabe ran full into a tall someone with silver hair, but she only paused long enough to say a hurried 'sorry' before she was on her way again, the person bowled over by the bullies as they barged past. Gabe skidded out into the field, where she knew she could out run the bullies.
That is, until she tripped.
In no time at all, the bullies had caught up with her.
'Hello, Gabe.' One of them, tall with a face that looked like it had been caught in a lift door, taunted her, gesturing for two of her cronies to hold Gabe down. Gabe looked up into the other's eyes, her green ones showing no emotion whatsoever.
'Let's see if we can make you scream today.'
The crowd sniggered. Gabe gave no reply, her green eyes still emotionless. The other was getting annoyed with that, so she kicked Gabe in the stomach, looking satisfied at the result. Gabe lurched forward and dropped to her hands and knees as the cronies let her go. The bully kicked her in the side, sending her sprawling. She waited for Gabe to get up.
Gabe stood, winded and in pain, but her eyes still gave no emotion. This enraged the bully, and she came in and slapped Gabe around the face.
That was it for Gabe.
Her eyes finally showed emotion, a hatred so violent that the girls stepped back for a second, only to come in again, taunting her. They knew that she hated fighting. That was why they were trying to get a rise out of her.
'Back off.'
The voice was low, barely audible, a growl, but the bullies heard it. Gabe was standing still, blood running from the cut in her lip, her eyes figurativly burning holes in the leader's head. The crowd silenced as the leader took a step forward.
'Aw, wassup, Angel?'
The crowd laughed again as the leader looked around and grinned. Gabe shut her eyes. She hated that name.
'I said back off. Or else.' Not much of a threat, seeing as how she had no idea how she was going to fight her way out of this one.
The leader stepped back in mock fear, a comical look of terror on her face as the crowd howled. Still grinning, the bully punched Gabe in the face.
Gabe lost all cohesion.
As the bully laughed, Gabe cut off the laughter with a lightning quick kick to the girl's knee, hearing the bone break. As the bully writhed at her feet, Gabe didn't let the amazement she was feeling show on her face as a boy came up to her and went to punch her. Gabe caught his hand and twisted, the bones breaking. She absently kicked him in the side and let him drop, her eyes staring off into space. The whole group came for her, all five of them, and she ducked and dodged for as long as she could, not seeing much past the mass of blue uniforms trying to pile on top of her. Gabe finally got annoyed, however, and started to walk away. This was fairly pointless.
But the gang weren't going to let her get away that easily.
'After her! She's getting away!'
Gabe sighed and turned to the one who had spoke.
'Look, just leave me alone. I am not in the mood.'
The bully got right in her face.
'Well, I am in the mood, and you know what? You shouldn't be in SOLDIER. Girls as pretty as you are only good for a fling, not for a fight. Now, I am going to show you how good I am at fighting, and then, if there's enough of you left, I'll show you how good I am at fucking.'
Gabe backed off a little. 'Your funeral.' She shrugged. It wasn't like she came with no training.
This enraged the bully. The group came for her again, and this time Gabe didn't dodge. She ducked under one punch and kicked the legs out from underneath a girl, her jaw connecting with Gabe's knee with a sharp crack. Then Gabe saw what she'd been dreading the most: Two high ranking SOLDIERs. Damn.
Gabe smacked the heal of her hand into someone's face, elbowed a person behind her in the stomach and hearing the whoosh of breath being expelled, and kneed the guy who'd threatend her in the groin. The last person ran at her from behand and she spun and did a round house kick to the head. The guy spiralled down, hitting his head on the surface of the field.
Gabe stood breathless, groaning bodies littered around her, as she looked up at the two officers standing not far away. Her heart fell when she saw who it was.
Sephiroth and Zack.
Major bummer.
Miserably, she walked over to them as Zack beckoned to her. She stopped a little in front of them, her eyes fixed solidly on the ground as she saluted them.
'What's your name?'
Gabe glanced up to the speaker, General Sephiroth, and looked down again.
'Gabe Xavier, sir.'
Gabe almost flinched as Zack changed position. Zack saw this.
'Hey, no worries, Gabe. When you ran into my friend here,' Zack indicated Sephiroth and grinned when Gabe looked at him wide-eyed, 'in the corridor, we figured you were in trouble. But when we got out here, it looked like you had handled everything. You gave them fair warning, so you aren't in trouble.'
Zack walked over to the leader who was still writhing in pain. 'And I'll personally make sure that these scumbags can have latrine duty for their time in my section.' He added, scowling at the girl.
Turning back to Gabe, who was standing there looking at them both in disbelief, he nodded to her.
'How come you didn't use your weapon?' Zack asked, noticing the two ninja swords at her back.
'B-because I didn't need to.'
Zack's face broke into a grin. The girl was obviously a ninja, or she wouldn't have the swords. She was tall and graceful, her black hair tied in a loose pony tail. She had delicate, cat-like features, perfectly accented by the clothes she wore. Black jeans, a black tee-shirt and worn leather shoulder pads, the straps for the crossing scabbards crossing over her chest. Her forearms were covered with white fabric casts, the fingers cut out for ease of movement.
'Well, you can use your fists well. Where did you train?' Sephiroth asked her. Gabe shrugged, still a little overwhelmed.
'I picked it up.'
Sephiroth's eyes went wide as he shook his head in wonder.
'Picked it up....'
Zack glanced over to the General, grinning. It had taken Sephiroth three years to master the art of hand-to-hand combat, and he still prefered his Masamune.
'Well, get your stuff from your dorm, Gabe Xavier, and come to room 503 in the West dorms.' Zack ordered Gabe. Gabe's eyes went wide as she realised where she was going.
'The....the West dorms?' She asked, hardly believing it.
'Yep. After you've dropped your stuff there, come and meet in the West gym, capiche?'
Gabe only nodded. She gave a hurried salute and raced off to her dorm. Sephiroth gazed after her.
'A natural born Ninja. And the files say she's an orphan?' He asked Zack, his second in command. They had had their eyes on Gabe for a while as a second SOLDIER to mentor with that Cloud Strife, but had never got round to the mentor tests. Now that they had seen what she could do....
Zack nodded. 'Started off in an illegal orphanage, got shipped from parent to parent, then got shoved here. She didn't want to come at first, and made it known to the teachers.'
'Anything of her past?' Sephiroth continued. Zack shook his head as they walked back to the gym where Cloud was currently training.