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Chapter 2: Everlasting
Cloud sighed as his Chocobo trotted across the grass. He didn't like having to lie to Tifa. The Turks had turned him down, saying he was untrustworthy. He understood, they were the enemy for a long time. But at a time of great peace like this, he knew they'd come around. His black chocobo, Andy, made a deep throat noise and tugged at it's reins, desperate to go faster. But with another chocobo, a regular one named Mike trailing behind, he couldn't. With the exception of the Yoshiyuki and a few pieces of materia, Mike was carrying the whole load. Suddenly, Mike tugged backwards, very afraid of crossing over into the desert. The line snapped, and Mike bolted away from Cloud and Andy.
"Oh fuck! Dammit Mike! Get back here! Yah! Giddyup Andy, after him!"
Andy turned on the spot, and speedily took off after the wild chocobo. Mike was thrashing about now, losing his load and footing. He crashed into the ground, breaking a leg on a protruding rock. He screamed and kicked on the ground, and only calmed down after Cloud rode up.
"Aw shit! Mike..." Now what am I going to do...Chocobo's legs don't heal fast, and I want to press on...only one thing to do. The only humane thing to do...he's in pain and no one around can help...
Cloud picked up some greens off the ground, and fed Mike. Slowly, he calmed him down, stroking his back. Ever so slightly, Cloud eased the Peacemaker pistol out of his bag.
"Mike...look...look at the stars boy. See 'em? Keep watching..." said Cloud, knowing he has to do it. Mike looked up, munching on his greens. Cloud raised the pistol to the back of his head, and pulled the trigger. Mike's pain was ended. He slumped down, and Cloud stared empathetically at the lifeless, limp corpse of the chocobo who would one day bring him home lots of money. Andy warked at the somber sight, and layed down next to him, refusing to get up. Cloud stumbled around picking up the spilled items, justifying to himself what he had just done.
I had to...he couldn't walk...if I would have continued and left him here, he'd be killed anyway and picked clean by the monsters out here. At least he went painlessly.
Cloud walked up to Andy, who had laid his head across Mike's dead torso and was fast asleep.
"I guess a little rest couldn't hurt..." said Cloud, almost to himself.
Back in Midgar, Tifa and Kris stumbled around their apartment, trying to pack boxes. They had found a place in Junon, which was more convienent because most of the team was living there. Kris looked empathetically toward her friend, who had stopped to stare at a picture of her and Cloud at Mount Nibel after the fight with Sephiroth.
"Krissy? Do you think he's coming back?" asked Tifa, looking up from the picture.
"Of course. He's Cloud. If I know anything about him, he'll come back when you least expect it." said Kris half heartedly.
"I hope"
Around the corner, at Tifa's newly opened bar, Final Heaven, Barrett was banging furiously on the counter. Yuffie struggled to get the concoction right, but she was no Tifa or Marlene. Tensions were growing higher as Barrett got louder. He was obviously drunk, but Vincent was eyeing him very weird.
He doesn't stop yelling at her...thought Vincent. He put his cigarette into the ashtray and threw himself out of his chair as Barrett threw a glass against the wall. Cid grabbed his arm, and Vincent turned too look at him, a fire burning in his dark eyes. Cid just shook his head, took a drag of his own cigarette, and pointed at Yuffie. They turned to look just as Yuffie smashed a glass on the counter, shattering it in her hand. The blood seeped along the bar, but she didn't seem to notice-or care-that she was hurt.
"Don't fucking come into this bar yelling your drunk ass off old man! I'm doing my best here, and if is not enough for you, you can go straight to hell! I don't need to take this shit from you, or anybody!" yelled Yuffie.
"Listen, if you knew how to make a decent Nibel Car Bomb{Note-same as Irish car bomb-the drink, pint of guinness with a shot of baileys, not the actual thing don't flame}, I wouldn't be yelling now would I, bitch!? You're not even old enough to drink, but you are trying to serve them? You should be in scho-" Barrett was cut off as Vincent spun him around, then smashed him in the face with his gauntleted fist.
Barrett stumbled back against the bar, a broken nose gushing. He looked up, and without a sound but a great roar, flung himself at Vincent. Cid was screaming for them to stop, and Yuffie had just noticed her bleeding hand. She was staring at it, horrified. For all his size and big talk, Vincent was easily winning. It wasn't hard, he did have unnatural strength for his size, and Barrett was flat out wasted. Finally, after a blow to the head, Barrett went down, knocked cold. Vincent ran to Yuffie, and Cid just sat , still smokint the same cigarette. He was laughing hysterically.
"Holy friggin shit! That big bastard, taken down by someone not half his size! God dammit Vince! You are truly amazing, and full of fucking suprises."
"No one talks to my girl like that. No one." said Vincent, finally calming. He turned to Yuffie, And helped her wrap her hand in a towel. Yuffie was staring at him with her big, brown, shiny eyes, full of tears and love.
Impossible. He truly showed emotion. For me...he fought his friend...for me... thought Yuffie, in a bliss.
They walked out of the bar, talking quietly, then stopped when Vincent called back to Cid.
"Don't let Tifa see any blood, or Barrett. Get him home. And in bed, and give him a few hundred Gil for some medical attention, I'll pay you back. I'm taking her to the hospital."
"Yeah, yeah." said Cid, who had just stopped laughing. He picked up Barrett's huge form, and took him upstairs to where he slept. He laid him in bed, and called a doctor, cleaned up and left before the doc arrived.
And I'm stuck. I have no idea where to go from here, but I do have far off plans. Any ideas, send them to my email, just check my profile.
Chapter 2: Everlasting
Cloud sighed as his Chocobo trotted across the grass. He didn't like having to lie to Tifa. The Turks had turned him down, saying he was untrustworthy. He understood, they were the enemy for a long time. But at a time of great peace like this, he knew they'd come around. His black chocobo, Andy, made a deep throat noise and tugged at it's reins, desperate to go faster. But with another chocobo, a regular one named Mike trailing behind, he couldn't. With the exception of the Yoshiyuki and a few pieces of materia, Mike was carrying the whole load. Suddenly, Mike tugged backwards, very afraid of crossing over into the desert. The line snapped, and Mike bolted away from Cloud and Andy.
"Oh fuck! Dammit Mike! Get back here! Yah! Giddyup Andy, after him!"
Andy turned on the spot, and speedily took off after the wild chocobo. Mike was thrashing about now, losing his load and footing. He crashed into the ground, breaking a leg on a protruding rock. He screamed and kicked on the ground, and only calmed down after Cloud rode up.
"Aw shit! Mike..." Now what am I going to do...Chocobo's legs don't heal fast, and I want to press on...only one thing to do. The only humane thing to do...he's in pain and no one around can help...
Cloud picked up some greens off the ground, and fed Mike. Slowly, he calmed him down, stroking his back. Ever so slightly, Cloud eased the Peacemaker pistol out of his bag.
"Mike...look...look at the stars boy. See 'em? Keep watching..." said Cloud, knowing he has to do it. Mike looked up, munching on his greens. Cloud raised the pistol to the back of his head, and pulled the trigger. Mike's pain was ended. He slumped down, and Cloud stared empathetically at the lifeless, limp corpse of the chocobo who would one day bring him home lots of money. Andy warked at the somber sight, and layed down next to him, refusing to get up. Cloud stumbled around picking up the spilled items, justifying to himself what he had just done.
I had to...he couldn't walk...if I would have continued and left him here, he'd be killed anyway and picked clean by the monsters out here. At least he went painlessly.
Cloud walked up to Andy, who had laid his head across Mike's dead torso and was fast asleep.
"I guess a little rest couldn't hurt..." said Cloud, almost to himself.
Back in Midgar, Tifa and Kris stumbled around their apartment, trying to pack boxes. They had found a place in Junon, which was more convienent because most of the team was living there. Kris looked empathetically toward her friend, who had stopped to stare at a picture of her and Cloud at Mount Nibel after the fight with Sephiroth.
"Krissy? Do you think he's coming back?" asked Tifa, looking up from the picture.
"Of course. He's Cloud. If I know anything about him, he'll come back when you least expect it." said Kris half heartedly.
"I hope"
Around the corner, at Tifa's newly opened bar, Final Heaven, Barrett was banging furiously on the counter. Yuffie struggled to get the concoction right, but she was no Tifa or Marlene. Tensions were growing higher as Barrett got louder. He was obviously drunk, but Vincent was eyeing him very weird.
He doesn't stop yelling at her...thought Vincent. He put his cigarette into the ashtray and threw himself out of his chair as Barrett threw a glass against the wall. Cid grabbed his arm, and Vincent turned too look at him, a fire burning in his dark eyes. Cid just shook his head, took a drag of his own cigarette, and pointed at Yuffie. They turned to look just as Yuffie smashed a glass on the counter, shattering it in her hand. The blood seeped along the bar, but she didn't seem to notice-or care-that she was hurt.
"Don't fucking come into this bar yelling your drunk ass off old man! I'm doing my best here, and if is not enough for you, you can go straight to hell! I don't need to take this shit from you, or anybody!" yelled Yuffie.
"Listen, if you knew how to make a decent Nibel Car Bomb{Note-same as Irish car bomb-the drink, pint of guinness with a shot of baileys, not the actual thing don't flame}, I wouldn't be yelling now would I, bitch!? You're not even old enough to drink, but you are trying to serve them? You should be in scho-" Barrett was cut off as Vincent spun him around, then smashed him in the face with his gauntleted fist.
Barrett stumbled back against the bar, a broken nose gushing. He looked up, and without a sound but a great roar, flung himself at Vincent. Cid was screaming for them to stop, and Yuffie had just noticed her bleeding hand. She was staring at it, horrified. For all his size and big talk, Vincent was easily winning. It wasn't hard, he did have unnatural strength for his size, and Barrett was flat out wasted. Finally, after a blow to the head, Barrett went down, knocked cold. Vincent ran to Yuffie, and Cid just sat , still smokint the same cigarette. He was laughing hysterically.
"Holy friggin shit! That big bastard, taken down by someone not half his size! God dammit Vince! You are truly amazing, and full of fucking suprises."
"No one talks to my girl like that. No one." said Vincent, finally calming. He turned to Yuffie, And helped her wrap her hand in a towel. Yuffie was staring at him with her big, brown, shiny eyes, full of tears and love.
Impossible. He truly showed emotion. For me...he fought his friend...for me... thought Yuffie, in a bliss.
They walked out of the bar, talking quietly, then stopped when Vincent called back to Cid.
"Don't let Tifa see any blood, or Barrett. Get him home. And in bed, and give him a few hundred Gil for some medical attention, I'll pay you back. I'm taking her to the hospital."
"Yeah, yeah." said Cid, who had just stopped laughing. He picked up Barrett's huge form, and took him upstairs to where he slept. He laid him in bed, and called a doctor, cleaned up and left before the doc arrived.
And I'm stuck. I have no idea where to go from here, but I do have far off plans. Any ideas, send them to my email, just check my profile.