i Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy Seven or its characters, Square
do. *Jealousy!* /i
Um.. wow, I got SEVEN reviews for the first chapter/prologue of this story and I all but fell over(anime style, of course). I didn't actually think I'd get any reviews; I started the story when I was bored and typed it up when I was off school. So, um, I apologise for keeping you all waiting for so long (ahahaha). I could say that I was too busy with all my work, but that would be a bit of a fable. I just lost my muse for a while. *Nodnod.* Yea, so thank you sooo much everyone who reviewed, I love you all tons and tons. Okei, I'm done. *Runs away.*
Yuffie sighed, rubbing her forehead in annoyance. Who bhad/b stolen her materia? She doubted very much that anyone in Wutai would take her prized posession. Wutai was known to be 'backwards' town - honour and respect was everyone's top priorety. Also, she _was_ Lady Kisaragi, the next destined ruler of Wutai - who would want to piss their next ruler off? She was constantly being sweet talked to by all the people so that she would be in their favour. She was personally annoyed with it. She loved Wutai, and held high regard for the people inhabiting it, but she disliked the people climbing up the social scale, trying to get in favour with herself and Lord Godo, her father.
Her face crumpled into a scowl, thinking about what would happen if her father ever died. She fervently prayed that Lord Godo didn't plan on dying anytime soon. Ruling Wutai was a very nice thought, but Yuffie knew that she wouldn't be able to go through with it. Not that she didn't have the cabability to rule Wutai, oh no, she wasn't incapable of becoming one of the greatest Wutai rulers. She had inherited her fathers characteristics and along with that - his leadership skills. The people of Wutai already looked up to the Lady Kisaragi and respect was ladled onto her at every possible chance. Yuffie knew all of this, and she knew she had the skill
to be a good leader, but. Yuffie also knew that she'd get bored of it all - she hated going to formal evening dances and being polite to everyone now, and she would be expected to turn up at every ball if she were the leader. Plus there was all the paperwork and negogiations to deal with. Yuffie was just happy with her materia.
Materia.
Her initial anger came flooding back in torrents. A black cloud accompanied the anger, darkening her face, giving more texture to her scowl. She was all but ready to rush out of the quiet town and let her anger rip out on the world, but there was one small matter to tend to before she went.
Hitching up her shorts, she made her way over to the towering, red Leviathan padoga situated near her house. Her eyes climbed up the tower, marvelling for the umpteenth time at the beauiful structure. No matter how many times she saw the striking building, it still knocked the breath out of her. Apart from the Kisaragi residence and the Dao Chao mountains, this place was the only thing Yuffie respected with the honour all Wutains were famed to have. Sadness tinged her anger, reflecting on a younger Yuffie full of respect and amazement. Her mother was alive then. The only person who had shown pure love to Yuffie and understood her. Yuffie had respected her mother and her mother's words. Subconciously Yuffie reached into the hidden pocket on the side of her shorts and produced a small crucifix on a chain, rubbing her fingers slowly along the silver cross. It was a celtic cross; bands of metal twisted this way and that to make up the complicated, beautiful pattern inside the boreders of the cross. It was her mothers. Yuffie had been given it the day she died. Tears almost found her eyes. Almost. Gritting her teeth, she fought against the tears. Tears were signs of weakness, and Yuffie was not weak. At least, not on the outside.
Smirking a little, she put the cross back into its proper place, checking that it was safe. She shook her head a little, clearing her face of the loose strands of hair dangling in her face then proceeded to enter the building.
When she stepped into the tower, she was insantly filled with a calm, cool spirit and stepped quickly to the small shrine in the centre of the room. Ever since she had fought the trial of Leviathan and told the five trial members that they would do better to look after the village than stay in here doing nothing, they had taken up her advice and worked in the town. Of course, they all cleaned the tower daily and saw that everything was in place, that would never change, and Yuffie prayed it would stay that way. So, instead of having numerous people standing in the draughty pagoda, beautiful statues were created in their place, each representing the five different elements. Wutains often came here to pray or just to talk to the Gods about their troubles. Most left an offering of some kind - usually food or money. Of course, the food was given to the poorer people of Wutai and the money went to the wellfare of the Padoga.
Normally, Yuffie went right up to the top of the Padoga to pray, but things were different now. She had to get ahead on her trial and find the culprit. Closing her eyes, she balled her left hand into a fist and brought it up to her chest. At the same time, she moved her right hand up to clasp her fisted left hand, securing them both tightly. She then bowed deeply to the small statue in front of her, remaining in that position for a good long fifteen seconds before slowly rising, her eyelids opening at the same time. She smiled a little to herself as she mentally went through the checklist of things she had, then satisfied with her itenary, she turned around, preparing to go out.
As she twisted on her feet, a flash of white caught her eye. A frown made its way across her forehead as she stepped up to left wall and found a crisp, white envelope tucked securly in the wooden rectangle supporting the ceiling. Snatching it from the wall, she examined both sides. No name was written on it. Shrugging, she ripped open the envelope, curious about the contents and who it was to, not stopping to think it could be a personal letter to one of the Gods.
She pulled out a clean, white sheet of paper folded in half perfectly, and lifted it open with her fingers. She then read -
iDear Miss Lady Kisaragi -
Rocket Town.
Yours sincerly, A crimson friend. /i
"iWhat/i!?" Yuffie screamed, forgetting where she was. She stormed out of the shrine, clutching the envelope and letter tightly in an iron grasp and stood outside, reading over the note again.
iThis is the person who stole my materia. It has to be. But who is it?/i Yuffie pondered, rubbing her cheek in absent thought. iWho in the hell is 'crimson'? Nanaki?/i A grimace etched itself onto her face at the thought of the red-furred, serious beast. iIt can't be Nanaki, he's too sober to even think about stealing any of my materia. Who else? Valentine bdoes/b have a red cloak, but again, he's too much of a gentleman to steal something from someone. Ah, Vincent Valentine, the mysterious creature of the night.../i She mentally slapped herself. Vincent was not interested in children, especially not bratty ninja thiefs.
i Red, red, red. Who is red? /i
She closed her eyes, searching through her memories of the people she knew. No one in AVALANCHE fitted the profile. A smirk suddenly appeared in her thoughts. Followed by piercing blue eyes; mako infused. Covering the pale face were beautiful, firey-red locks, strands falling in the perfectly sculptured face. Reno of the Turks. Red. Crimson.
"You complete, utter bastard. I will hunt you down and then destroy you, you pathetic excuse for a human being." She muttered in a voice quavering with rage. "You want me to go to Rocket Town? Well, so be it. I shall go to Rocket Town, and you will be sorry." She vowed to herself. She got up, brushed the little dried blades of grass which insisted on clinging to her, and then smiled. The smile was slow and it didn't reach her eyes. Said eyes were cold and distant. It was as if a transformation had gone over her whole body. She looked almost evil. Hefting up her beloved Conformer, she walked cooly away from the padoga and into the town. Flocks of people greeted her, smiles on their faces, and yet they got no response. Yuffie stared straight ahead, oblivious to anyone else. She didn't even turn around to look at her town, leaving her people bewildered.
Um.. wow, I got SEVEN reviews for the first chapter/prologue of this story and I all but fell over(anime style, of course). I didn't actually think I'd get any reviews; I started the story when I was bored and typed it up when I was off school. So, um, I apologise for keeping you all waiting for so long (ahahaha). I could say that I was too busy with all my work, but that would be a bit of a fable. I just lost my muse for a while. *Nodnod.* Yea, so thank you sooo much everyone who reviewed, I love you all tons and tons. Okei, I'm done. *Runs away.*
Yuffie sighed, rubbing her forehead in annoyance. Who bhad/b stolen her materia? She doubted very much that anyone in Wutai would take her prized posession. Wutai was known to be 'backwards' town - honour and respect was everyone's top priorety. Also, she _was_ Lady Kisaragi, the next destined ruler of Wutai - who would want to piss their next ruler off? She was constantly being sweet talked to by all the people so that she would be in their favour. She was personally annoyed with it. She loved Wutai, and held high regard for the people inhabiting it, but she disliked the people climbing up the social scale, trying to get in favour with herself and Lord Godo, her father.
Her face crumpled into a scowl, thinking about what would happen if her father ever died. She fervently prayed that Lord Godo didn't plan on dying anytime soon. Ruling Wutai was a very nice thought, but Yuffie knew that she wouldn't be able to go through with it. Not that she didn't have the cabability to rule Wutai, oh no, she wasn't incapable of becoming one of the greatest Wutai rulers. She had inherited her fathers characteristics and along with that - his leadership skills. The people of Wutai already looked up to the Lady Kisaragi and respect was ladled onto her at every possible chance. Yuffie knew all of this, and she knew she had the skill
to be a good leader, but. Yuffie also knew that she'd get bored of it all - she hated going to formal evening dances and being polite to everyone now, and she would be expected to turn up at every ball if she were the leader. Plus there was all the paperwork and negogiations to deal with. Yuffie was just happy with her materia.
Materia.
Her initial anger came flooding back in torrents. A black cloud accompanied the anger, darkening her face, giving more texture to her scowl. She was all but ready to rush out of the quiet town and let her anger rip out on the world, but there was one small matter to tend to before she went.
Hitching up her shorts, she made her way over to the towering, red Leviathan padoga situated near her house. Her eyes climbed up the tower, marvelling for the umpteenth time at the beauiful structure. No matter how many times she saw the striking building, it still knocked the breath out of her. Apart from the Kisaragi residence and the Dao Chao mountains, this place was the only thing Yuffie respected with the honour all Wutains were famed to have. Sadness tinged her anger, reflecting on a younger Yuffie full of respect and amazement. Her mother was alive then. The only person who had shown pure love to Yuffie and understood her. Yuffie had respected her mother and her mother's words. Subconciously Yuffie reached into the hidden pocket on the side of her shorts and produced a small crucifix on a chain, rubbing her fingers slowly along the silver cross. It was a celtic cross; bands of metal twisted this way and that to make up the complicated, beautiful pattern inside the boreders of the cross. It was her mothers. Yuffie had been given it the day she died. Tears almost found her eyes. Almost. Gritting her teeth, she fought against the tears. Tears were signs of weakness, and Yuffie was not weak. At least, not on the outside.
Smirking a little, she put the cross back into its proper place, checking that it was safe. She shook her head a little, clearing her face of the loose strands of hair dangling in her face then proceeded to enter the building.
When she stepped into the tower, she was insantly filled with a calm, cool spirit and stepped quickly to the small shrine in the centre of the room. Ever since she had fought the trial of Leviathan and told the five trial members that they would do better to look after the village than stay in here doing nothing, they had taken up her advice and worked in the town. Of course, they all cleaned the tower daily and saw that everything was in place, that would never change, and Yuffie prayed it would stay that way. So, instead of having numerous people standing in the draughty pagoda, beautiful statues were created in their place, each representing the five different elements. Wutains often came here to pray or just to talk to the Gods about their troubles. Most left an offering of some kind - usually food or money. Of course, the food was given to the poorer people of Wutai and the money went to the wellfare of the Padoga.
Normally, Yuffie went right up to the top of the Padoga to pray, but things were different now. She had to get ahead on her trial and find the culprit. Closing her eyes, she balled her left hand into a fist and brought it up to her chest. At the same time, she moved her right hand up to clasp her fisted left hand, securing them both tightly. She then bowed deeply to the small statue in front of her, remaining in that position for a good long fifteen seconds before slowly rising, her eyelids opening at the same time. She smiled a little to herself as she mentally went through the checklist of things she had, then satisfied with her itenary, she turned around, preparing to go out.
As she twisted on her feet, a flash of white caught her eye. A frown made its way across her forehead as she stepped up to left wall and found a crisp, white envelope tucked securly in the wooden rectangle supporting the ceiling. Snatching it from the wall, she examined both sides. No name was written on it. Shrugging, she ripped open the envelope, curious about the contents and who it was to, not stopping to think it could be a personal letter to one of the Gods.
She pulled out a clean, white sheet of paper folded in half perfectly, and lifted it open with her fingers. She then read -
iDear Miss Lady Kisaragi -
Rocket Town.
Yours sincerly, A crimson friend. /i
"iWhat/i!?" Yuffie screamed, forgetting where she was. She stormed out of the shrine, clutching the envelope and letter tightly in an iron grasp and stood outside, reading over the note again.
iThis is the person who stole my materia. It has to be. But who is it?/i Yuffie pondered, rubbing her cheek in absent thought. iWho in the hell is 'crimson'? Nanaki?/i A grimace etched itself onto her face at the thought of the red-furred, serious beast. iIt can't be Nanaki, he's too sober to even think about stealing any of my materia. Who else? Valentine bdoes/b have a red cloak, but again, he's too much of a gentleman to steal something from someone. Ah, Vincent Valentine, the mysterious creature of the night.../i She mentally slapped herself. Vincent was not interested in children, especially not bratty ninja thiefs.
i Red, red, red. Who is red? /i
She closed her eyes, searching through her memories of the people she knew. No one in AVALANCHE fitted the profile. A smirk suddenly appeared in her thoughts. Followed by piercing blue eyes; mako infused. Covering the pale face were beautiful, firey-red locks, strands falling in the perfectly sculptured face. Reno of the Turks. Red. Crimson.
"You complete, utter bastard. I will hunt you down and then destroy you, you pathetic excuse for a human being." She muttered in a voice quavering with rage. "You want me to go to Rocket Town? Well, so be it. I shall go to Rocket Town, and you will be sorry." She vowed to herself. She got up, brushed the little dried blades of grass which insisted on clinging to her, and then smiled. The smile was slow and it didn't reach her eyes. Said eyes were cold and distant. It was as if a transformation had gone over her whole body. She looked almost evil. Hefting up her beloved Conformer, she walked cooly away from the padoga and into the town. Flocks of people greeted her, smiles on their faces, and yet they got no response. Yuffie stared straight ahead, oblivious to anyone else. She didn't even turn around to look at her town, leaving her people bewildered.