Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII is not mine, I'm pleasuring myself by writing fanfiction and gain no profit from doing so.
Green Pig: Long Part dis, well longer than the other two parts. Do enjoy, please review ^_^
"Well, we're off for two fun filled weeks at Mideel." Cloud said as he and Tifa turned away from the Highwind that had taken them to the island. They both had rucksacks on their backs full of items and accessories they no longer needed that they hoped to sell in Mideel while they waited for any sign of Vincent or Yuffie to appear.
"The village is gone though, where can we hope to stay?"
"I dunno, but, we'll find somewhere, I'm sure they've rebuilt quite a bit by now."
"Let's hope, I could really do with a friendly motel or something." Tifa and Cloud walked and walked through the forests of Mideel, defeating enemies they came across all too easily with a quick punch or a stab of a sword.
Then, there was Mideel (what was left of it); they recognised the glaring ultra-lime green glow of the Lifestream. The two strolled in casually and were not surprised (too much) to see that a little reconstruction of Mideel had indeed gone underway. The pool of Lifestream was framed by a high, sturdy wall made of wood – no doubt it would be replaced in the future by something stronger.
"Hello! Welcome to Mideel! I know we seem to be having a little remodelling at the moment but there is a place where a young couple like you two could settle down and relax for the night with plenty of fresh food and care from everyone at the makeshift motel, just over there!" The man spoke this so fast and quick yet they heard and understood every word and followed where his jabbing finger was pointing to.
"(Ah, where that old materia shop was. Or was it an items shop?)" Cloud whispered to Tifa as they hopped up the rocks to the highest part of the village.
"(I don't know, it was the one with the funny locked door do you remember?)"
"(Yeah, lets hope what that man said about a place to stay with fresh food was true.)"
Cloud and Tifa paid for a two-week stay at the little motel and it wasn't really that bad. It had clean beds and strong walls, some attempt at decoration had been made and it livened the place up a bit. Mideel may have exploded only a month or two ago but the rebuilding and new designs to make the place even more of a tourist resort (what with the beautiful and dangerous pool of Lifestream to attract more people) were coming along swiftly, and already the pool was safely behind a strong wall so no one could accidentally fall in. Paths were laid and the debris from the village before were almost cleared and ready to be reused to build new homes and shops. Of course more forest would have to be cleared to make room for New Mideel – as the residents liked to think it would be renamed – and even though they were technically on a holiday/rescue mission Cloud and Tifa chipped in by selling their extra items at low prices so that the people could keep healthy and get the job done quicker.
On the fifth night in Mideel Cloud and Tifa were invited to a village council meeting – they were the guests of honour – and after briefly going over future plans and announcing to their new found friends of their intentions to marry each other (much congratulating and good luck were laid upon them) they told the story of how they saved the world, starting right back when Cloud first joined AVALANCHE and the tale went on until the very end and the people at council were too tired from their day's work to listen any longer even though it was a most fantastic story and no one wanted to leave.
They told of the journey to the centre of the planet and the fight against Sephiroth and JENOVA, then of how they lost two good friends in the escape. This news was taken in sadly, for everyone had grown to love the heroes and to hear of the disappointing end of two was received with a respectful moment of silence.
Later that night, or rather early the next morning, the future Mr and Mrs Strife returned to their motel and slept together.
~For five days after falling into the Lifestream, Yuffie slept in dreamless sleep until she was woken by the vision of a child that had been Vincent in a previous time. She found his frozen body encased in a ball of ice – the prison he had built around himself from his guilt and sorrow. It was her task to help him crack the ice and escape his cage, after listening to what Tifa had told everyone of how she helped Cloud remember the truth, Yuffie had a bit of an idea how she was going to help Vincent. First, she would talk to one of the three kneeling figures and hear that memory, try to comfort it and… see what happens next…~
"How am I gonna be a comfort to him? I don't know the guy! I don't do caring things as a rule!"
///Is that because of what happened when you were nine?///
"How do you know about that?" She whispered as she felt her body temperature lower and her heart beat slower. "N-no one except me and my dad knows about that!" Child-Vincent sighed.
///You know why/// She did. Of course this was the Lifestream she was drifting in! But was she flowing all around the world in streams that ran under the earth or was she stuck somewhere? If she was flowing, how was the place she was in now so still? Then she wondered whether she was really in her physical body at all; was her body washed up on a shore somewhere with Vincent's nearby and their souls drifting in Lifestream far, far away? Is this what it was like to be dead?
///Don't worry, you are in no danger here///
"It's not that I'm worried about… where is she?"
///Gone from you forever, you can't find her now she has been reborn///
"As what?"
///That, is not up to me///
///I am just a memory, what little knowledge I have about this place is only what Vincent knows///
"How does he know? How does he know about my mother?!"
///Of course I'm also partly the knowledge of the Lifestream itself, don't make me explain it I just don't know///
"This is… so unreal…" Yuffie turned her back on the little kid that was making her feel so awkward. "Vincent?" She poked a figure, it didn't move. She poked another one, this time she seemed to have got the right one as 'he' stood up – she'd forgotten that he was at least a head higher than her.
"Er… is that you? Vincent? Or are you another memory?"
::I'm not Him::
"Ah…"
::Just leave me alone…::
"That sounds more like the Vincent I know, why are you depressed then? Which memory are you?"
::…I don't wanna be a Turk...:: Suddenly as he said those words the cape and long flowing hair was gone, replaced by a shorter, younger boy with neatly trimmed black hair that flicked up and over a little, his red scarlet eyes turned sparkling blue and his metallic arm became once again his real arm. It looked like an older version of the Child-Vincent she had spoken to just now.
"…Wow… that was cool! So er, you didn't ever want to be a Turk? What happened that made you become one?"
::Everyone wants me to be one! They think I'm good for the job!::
"Yeah but who?"
::Dad, everyone in my village::
"Hey yeah I always wondered, where is your birthplace?"
::Snow Village, I wanna stay there and snowboard forever I don't wanna go to Midgar and become a Turk!::
"Calm down no one's- well okay so you do become a Turk but I thought you LIKED being a Turk then."
::Turks are ruthless and just a buncha jerks! I don't want to be one of them!! I won't allow them to take me!!::
The area behind the Older-Child-Vincent twisted and turned into a picture, it looked real and inviting.
"WOW! Is that Snow Village? Is that how it was…er…" She calculated Vincent's current age quickly, "Er…forty-seven years ago?"
::It's home::
"It's so beautiful! There are a few more houses than there are now, AND more trees all covered in snow! Hey and there's so many children with snowboards and sleds n' stuff! Lemme in!" Yuffie followed Older-Child-Vincent into the picture and was amazed to find it so incredible real; it was cold and yet the sun's rays were warm on her chilled skin, she followed Older-Child-Vincent through the village and realised that no one was paying any attention to her.
Of course this is all just a memory, I wonder if he even knows I'm still here? The others don't notice me yet they all notice him, him in his cute little hat and scarf and warm furry coat! I think I just have to let him show me what happened… woah but this is WEIRD…
She followed him through the snowed over winter village up to a cosy looking house nestled between some large heavy trees, the branches hanging high across the top windows and sheltering the home from the cold. She went in and watched as Older-Child-Vincent took off his outdoor clothes and hung them neatly by the front door, all as if he hadn't a clue she was there. He went through the house and proceeded to go up the stairs and into a room that just had to be his bedroom.
Yuffie stepped in and jumped; some tall men in suits and blackened glasses had grabbed the young Vincent pinning his arms behind his back, there were three of them altogether, one held his arms behind the boy while another gagged him and knocked him out with a drug Vincent had breathed in through the gag, then they all gathered the boys limbs and pushed him into a large sack. The first part of their mission complete, the three men slung the sack over their shoulders and left the room – but Yuffie still stood shocked in the doorway and was sure that having three large sweaty men with a boy in a sack running through her had DEFINITELY been the freakiest thing EVER that had happened to her in her life.
So I'm not really here after all! They just kidnapped Vincent!!!
Yuffie turned and ran to keep up with the kidnappers but once she was outside again (she knew she wasn't real so she just had to run through the closed front door) the men were gone and suddenly, she wasn't in Snow village anymore.
This has to be Midgar… forty-seven years ago…She was strangely glad to see it all back again – as if rebuilt to its original splendour (if that was what you could call it) after being destroyed by Meteor, Yuffie had only been once into Midgar but she enjoyed being in the city that one time and felt eager to discover what memory of Vincent's she was in right now.
"I won't do it!"
"Well you're here now and you won't be going back!"
"I want to go home!"
"You're becoming a Turk!"
"NO!"
Yuffie stepped forward and nearly toppled over because it seemed she'd suddenly leapt from the middle of the street to the top of the Shinra Headquarters and was on the ledge of an open window where Vincent (as he was before in Snow village) sat bound by straps to a chair in front of a tall frowning man in a suit and who also wore blackened glasses. He was tall and fearsome looking with his arms crossed across his chest in an assertive manor – he was the big head chief of the Turks.
Yuffie gasped; it was Hojo.
Green Pig: Aha! Didn't expect that did ya?! Hehe, I dunno why the vision of Hojo as leader of the Turks came into my mind but… I have my reasons, and YES I DO know Heidegger (or whatever his name is) is leader of the Turks but remember this is FORTY-SEVEN years ago! It had to be someone else didn't it? Okay so Hojo isn't an old goat or a spring chicken anymore but think about it – he's obsessed with JENOVA and a good cook always tastes his own cooking…
Oh and when I said Cloud and Tifa slept together I meant JUST SLEPT, they haven't yet…er… y'know…
Ragin: …ya know?
Fujin: SILENCE
Seifer: Shut up both of you, I think Pig's said what she needed to say already!
Green Pig: Woah, how'd the gang of FFVIII get into my studio?! Hey,GET OUTTA HERE! YOU HAVEN'T GIVEN ME ENOUGH INSPIRATION YET TO BE HERE!!
Fujin: RUN
Rajin: Okay, ya know?
Seifer: We'll be back… oh yes…
::Rajin, Fujin and Seifer scuttle out the back door::
Green Pig: ::ahem:: Please review… do you wanna be a beta reader for me? Or do you want to make friends?
My email:~ finalfantasyfreakazoid@hotmail.com
Goodbye ^_~