Chapter Three
Part Two
The breeze still blew strong as the truth of that morning had become a reality to the three men. The darkness overtook the light, as the warmth was defeated by the cold. Their tears came visible, as the sun fell over that horizon, past the mountains of silver and white; over those trees and plains of green, flowing like the hair of silk into the midnight's twilight.
For no bond existed between day and night, just a insapory battle of dominion. For when that sun rose, it did fall. And when it had fallen, the night of twilight made the invocation of evil with the end of all things...
...And with that, the sun did not rise again.
____________________
The stone road was reaching its end, and its last variation of color as I looked to see the great gate. The two buildings that stood besides me was that church of cherubic beliefs, the church of the flower girl. Yes, the flower girl of pulchritudinous beatitude--an enigma of reality, a true reality conjoined by her usually pinned hair, and the flowing waltz of wind only revealing the gorgeous woman she was.
It was then within my panic that, my tormentor came to me. She entered existence like usual, a seductress, a siren of my heart. Yet, only past and the gods know of this, only to pity me for my wrongs, and spit on my back for them, too.
Oh, what sweet lips upon my own can taste! Her image still stands before me, taunting me to remember that brilliant day, when the sun radiated beams so bright! Her hair still flows within that wind--like Yuffie. "No--not now. No more dreams, not anymore." Breviloquent, yet softly I speak. I won't let an angel be a marauder of love-- but so sweet, she was.
Such a heraldic figure. A danseuse of majestic glory, even in that silly pink dress. Such beauty, so gorgeous! She was the jubilee of heaven...
Yet, I was the lascivious parasite...I will speak no more of this.
Within the reach of those gates which held knowledge so dreadful, I came to a cessation. Not a barrier of bricks, or wood, or anything as such. I discontinued... A simple pang of fear, and then another...
And then another...
"Stop it." Another, and now tears. I tried to calm the storm of so much emotion: of concern, of hatred, of anger, of greed. It was a quilt of negativity, consistently striking my mind like a carpenter, driving in the final screw to a establishment of hurt.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Running like the wind, like a lion determined to eliminate its prey, I ran. The wonderment of those guards, covered in such armory and metal with that standard blue undergarment setting their appearance, caused them [two] to come forward slowly. As if cautious; knowing of my mental instability.
"Sir. Sir. Sir, Sir, SIR, SIR!!!" No, I won't stop, or halt or anything to deny my momentum--she's out there, alone in that field, alone.
The stones were changing into a dark color, a riotous image, adding to my horror, changing it into something much worse. It is a word where it has no definition, for it is not real. It was delirium, that was clear to all who had seen me. My cloak was flapping like a flag, thrashed within the angry winds; tears were being made as each whip of every blow made the sound of something ripping...
I didn't care.
It was avarice that drove me, not over greed or wealth, but for her. Perhaps rapacious, though extreme, it has that strong definition of want. Yes, want, and it was only for her. But according to Castolf, the daunt, and still tearful man [I presume] that begged for needless forgiveness; she was dead, or close to it.
That still bothered me. To the point of where I hated him for it. It came to that conclusion, for his avidity, that relentless enthusiasm to follow me, like an adherent--a disciple even; he would usually aver his compassion towards me. It was like this; I was his father to him.
I, a father. I guess such an assumption would be relevant. For wouldn't a husband run for his beloved, his wife, in a dire emergency? Would he not die for his lover? His eternal love would not avast, not for anyone, or anything.
Just because she would be his everything.
Their relationship would start as a caulescent twig, then becoming a lone tree, only to grow into something much more large, and firm. Not a man, not a cavalcade of axes, or saws could bring it down. Not even death could remove its permanent roots, nor could a canon blow it down with its large steel ball.
It is indestructible.
It was there, like a citadel of might, trust, and love. Never to fall, only to be built upon, to such a great height that the clouds could never see it's peak, its climax. Simply because there was no end to such a love, or relationship.
It was a bond, an infinite relationship that was boundless in two ways: there was no beginning, and no end. It was always there, even before life was even sparked between the two persons. Even before they met.
Where it did start is unknown, for only the gods could know of such things. A concealment it is, a simple clandestinity, yet for something so enormous. But what if one died? Would that citadel grow with the same momentum? Would it even rise to a higher place? Would it be forever incomplete? That's the question that made me bolt to those doors, the second scrutinizing impediment.
I wasn't too far away from the guard, now. He though I was somewhat scurrile, but why would I dissemble my scrimption? He was an inferior being, a common man whose strength only relies on his human strength.
I'm not a barbarian.
He screamed a few 'waits', and 'sirs', but I didn't wait. It was the last remnant of my strength that enabled the jump, which was of some height. The words to which he used, were, indeed rather humorous in content, but laughter [you'd suppose] wasn't appropriate.
"Sir! Please just wait! Sir!" Then at the moment of the leap, he screamed; "Holy Shit!"
The wind was a contribution to the momentum, pushing me forward, gently lifting me higher over a great distance. It was the awe on the other guard's face, still with his mouth opened, as if pronouncing something lengthy, yet so large. It was profanity, and strangely said. As if destroyed by the food he was eating, but could be heard as, "I jus' might shit myself."
It was then that gunfire could be heard in seconds, I'm thinking one or two clips. The gun--excuse me, rifle, was a newer version of the SOLDIER standard uniform, and armory. The ammunition was aimed for my back, which successfully struck it.
I let out the common shriek while airborne, and then roared with even more anguish due to the rough landing. A very rough landing, indeed. Something I hadn't felt in months, and had wished to feel ever again. But I did, with a rough landing, and a porous back.
The sky was the last beauteous thing I saw, as I began to fall back to the ground, landing oblique and dead. It was the grandeur of the colors that let me see another day, a day not so grim, not so unexpected...
Don't close your eyes. Just keep them open, and breathe. I'd tell myself that, until it became repetitious, and irritatingly redundant. But, it didn't matter, at least not now. For this moment, I was crying tears, and speaking words of remorse.
"Oh please. Please, don't leave me. Don't--Don't, please Yuffie, just stay with me a little longer." There was no replication of this hurt--not from the wounds, just for her and the horrid thought of her dead.
Don't close your eyes. Just keep them open, and breathe.--No, don't breathe. Close your eyes, and keep them closed. Don't think, don't cry, just go...
Just go...
"Sir? Sir!" Different voice. "Oh shit, oh shit. Oh shit! OH SHIT!" Someone else. "Shut-up! Just shut-up!" It was the same voice as before the second, it sounded as if he was trembling. "Pertene, you've really just screwed yourself over. Do you even know who he is?!"
"Shut-up!"
"Look, stop telling me to shut-up."
"Shut-up! His eyes are moving."
"Well, don't just stare at him! Go and get help!" Just answer me. Please just answer me.
"Okay, okay." Close your eyes. Don't breathe.
"What's his name, Vance?" Only make the here and now worthwhile...
"What? Oh, uh I think Valentine. Yeah, that's it, Valentine!" We cannot change the future...
"Okay. We're going to help you, sir. Just stay with me. Please." Close your eyes. And don't breathe.
Fade into nothing...
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...I wish things were different...
Oh don't worry about it...
What question?
What are you talking about...
Yuffie, y'know I love you... I have my reasons....
Go ahead then, I really don't care. You seem to love him, and not me...
Stop screaming, please just stop screaming. Just stop it, please. Don't ask me that, you know I love you. Yes, I'll do whatever you want. Yuffie, please.
Shh... Don't worry anymore. Just don't worry about it... What? No, I didn't say that. No, y'know what I meant.
--Stop it. Just stop it. She's dead Yuffie. Stop it!! It does matter... JUST STOP IT! NOW!
Oh, no. Oh no, Yuffie. Oh please, don't. I love you. Don't make this harder, not any harder...
I don't want to cry anymore...not here, not now. No more darkness, I don't want to be in there alone...
Don't you understand. I-I loved you. I still do...now be with me. Please just sleep... Just sleep...
-Just sleep... Everything's going to be alright...
We're going to sleep together...
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"Oh Marlene, oh Marlene..."
"Don't cry baby...Jus' don't cry. Jus' say hi to Mommy for me, okay? --Oh my god, oh why, oh why...why now? Why fuckin' now? What did I do? Jus' tell me, so I have a god damn reason..."
"Nothin'? Nothin, just like usual you damn ass!" I don't wanna to cry any more. I don't wanna cry any more.
"Please give me a reason? Jus' one?"
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Not again...
The two had done the banal routine of silence. The simple steps and movements were done with absolute quiet. Not even a whisper, maybe a cough was heard throughout the house--for what had they to talk about?
But that wasn't the problem, oh no, it was something much worse than a loss for words. It was strange, for they had clearly changed over the months. From blissfully happy, to happily married, then to the unwanted, 'Leave me alone, and I won't bother you.' They totally skipped the 'I hate you!' phase, for there was no anger existent within those walls...
If the walls could speak of the silence, a silence not meant to be, and never thought to exist; it would speak of resentment. A resentment? Yes, the resentment that dwelled within the air; stale but alive, still venomous to any relationship.
Especially a marriage.
The essentia of it made the house reek of discomfort. Discomfort, that terrible word that each person had to feel. That terrorizing disease of difficulty, a inherent substance leading to separation--hence, divorcement.
Cloud and Tifa, divorced. Something never to be thought of, or even spoken of. An undesired event of something, well, drastic. And who else could see this coming other than the Cid? Yes, Cid the Pilot, who resided in Rocket Town. Why was he in Niebelhiem? Oh, that is something only he, and his crew know of. Yes, he came with that airship, that vehicle approximately twice the size of Niebelhiem itself, and thrice the more expensive.
He would use it for business now, for simple trading between towns and cities. It was actually a cargo ship, one of twenty [all of which he built]. The name was changed to The Cid I, a bit cliched since every other ship was named after him, hence The Cid II, The Cid III, so on, and so forth.
You could understand the importance of this man, but you could never comprehend his wealth. He could buy the blue skies, and the moon's glory and still be considered extravagantly rich. Once a plebian, now a noble. Did he like it? Of course not. There was such diversity between him and the rich, he would insist that he was 'the same motherfucker' as always.
Motherfucker? Oh yes, something he would call others, rather himself.
Yep, that 'old kid' still was flying in that heaven of serenity, where no one could bother him...well, perhaps Shera.
Predictable. It can only be that. Chemistry between the two lasted long after the 'suicide' attempt, and long before it. The common 'I hate you' stance could only last for so long. Cid wasn't vindictive, though you would mistake him to be just that. Well, he wasn't, thus creating a long bond, slowly evolving into something more serious.
Yet, within this process of growth, all they could speak of was Cloud and Tifa. Yes, the situation had become the nucleus of all discussion. The conversation might start with the weather, and then suddenly take an oblique turn. From there was an argument, then Cid would make a little joke, relief from the tension, and then the 'they aren't letting up, y'know' line, thus creating the C&T conversation.
Now that's predictability.
Cid never thought about it, until now from his newly built 'balcony'. It was more like a huge hole with some banisters surrounding it. He called it 'another masterpiece' while it really was shit. Even Shera would admit...
"Are you even sure it's stable?" See? He'd respond, but then he'd forget something brilliant to say, wait, it too was shit. "Uh, yeah. Sure."
"Sure? Cid, come on. You and I both know that it really--"
"What?! What is it? Huh, just tell me what I already know." Yes, he was overprotective of his inventions even if it was... "Shit."
"You can't just say that."
"Why not? I'm just--"
"Being honest? Look, when I ask you to be honest. Then you do that. But when I'm obvious to the fact of it being shit, I don't want you to say anything! Now, it being what it is--"
"Shit." She often let loose her humor. This time, she chuckled to herself.
"Oh goddamn, I fucking know!" Did I mention the persistent profanity? I should've warned you...
"Look, Cid. If you like it, you like it. But don't let this crap stay here. It doesn't belong to you anymore...it's mine." Exchange of glances, then a smile from the lady. Then a shrug from the pilot.
"...moth..fu...shi." It always made her wonder why he did that, just inflicting more humor to the situation, and reducing his dignity to nothingness. But her face did resemble that rose he gave her, the day of the agreement. It was a beautiful morning, the very opposite of this night. An egg of some species was given to her.
It was alive, and it was a dove. It hatched a few days later, and now rested on her shoulder. Yes, it was her companion, but much more than that [to Cid]. It was a sweet promise, something only a lover could think of.
"Y'know it won't stay forever." It was a sweet whisper, a whisper that the morning breeze exemplified every morning after that. She'd wake him right before six, a time just for them. Hmm, them, a unity of love that could exist through the destruction of one, or the other.
But that's another story.
"I know."
"But, I'll always be here." Don't mess this up. He was often paranoid. Nobody realized it except her though. It was either a rubbing of the hands, or the shift of his eye.
"Will you? Could you? I've never known you to wait..."
"...I'd wait. I'd wait till as long as I could."
"Till death do us part?" Till death do us part. The question was sadly never answered. Only in her dreams did he answer, had a dashing smile, and the wedding ring in his back pocket...
Ironically, in reality he did.
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"Sweet lips, like chocolate they were, so soft and gentle. Lusciously filled with the taste of nectar, similar to those eyes I adored so much. They purged my body with that silent feeling of peace, once more letting me realize that truth, the only truth."
Damn letter, some poetic crap he wrote...
He loved her, that for sure...
She loved him...
No. Stop thinking about it, just purge your mind of this. Just put the knife down and step away from her. I can just disappear, no one would really care. Like Kalm, I could go to Kalm, there's some women there...
But I want her...but I can't have her. No, I can, I can have her and no one would care. No one.
But what about the Unity? They'd come after me, I am the leader...
But they won't follow me forever, they might just forget about it! They probably won't care.
But what if they do?
But what if they don't?
Just kill her and get over with it. It's her fault anyway, she possessed me. All that time, poisoning me with those looks...
She's so beautiful...
And I'm not.
What am I to do, Yuffie? What am I to do...
He needs me to help him, and I needed to get close to him...
But then you appeared...
...It's not my fault. So don't be angry with me, okay?
Okay?
Don't forget that I love you, and always has...
Don't forget.
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It was the hallucination that kept me alive. That beauty the Goddess' of my life held was mesmerizing, singing me a lullaby of comfort. Forgiving me of sin...
Of my sin.
I was in a comatose state, they said. A colossal amount of pain struck me before I ever reached the ground.
But I felt the fall....I know I did. But what did I know, I was close to death--and delusional. I could only believe the verisimilitude. The appearance of truth was enough for me to believe, at least at that time...
I asked about her with a very concerned attitude...
And wished for death...
Part Two
The breeze still blew strong as the truth of that morning had become a reality to the three men. The darkness overtook the light, as the warmth was defeated by the cold. Their tears came visible, as the sun fell over that horizon, past the mountains of silver and white; over those trees and plains of green, flowing like the hair of silk into the midnight's twilight.
For no bond existed between day and night, just a insapory battle of dominion. For when that sun rose, it did fall. And when it had fallen, the night of twilight made the invocation of evil with the end of all things...
...And with that, the sun did not rise again.
____________________
The stone road was reaching its end, and its last variation of color as I looked to see the great gate. The two buildings that stood besides me was that church of cherubic beliefs, the church of the flower girl. Yes, the flower girl of pulchritudinous beatitude--an enigma of reality, a true reality conjoined by her usually pinned hair, and the flowing waltz of wind only revealing the gorgeous woman she was.
It was then within my panic that, my tormentor came to me. She entered existence like usual, a seductress, a siren of my heart. Yet, only past and the gods know of this, only to pity me for my wrongs, and spit on my back for them, too.
Oh, what sweet lips upon my own can taste! Her image still stands before me, taunting me to remember that brilliant day, when the sun radiated beams so bright! Her hair still flows within that wind--like Yuffie. "No--not now. No more dreams, not anymore." Breviloquent, yet softly I speak. I won't let an angel be a marauder of love-- but so sweet, she was.
Such a heraldic figure. A danseuse of majestic glory, even in that silly pink dress. Such beauty, so gorgeous! She was the jubilee of heaven...
Yet, I was the lascivious parasite...I will speak no more of this.
Within the reach of those gates which held knowledge so dreadful, I came to a cessation. Not a barrier of bricks, or wood, or anything as such. I discontinued... A simple pang of fear, and then another...
And then another...
"Stop it." Another, and now tears. I tried to calm the storm of so much emotion: of concern, of hatred, of anger, of greed. It was a quilt of negativity, consistently striking my mind like a carpenter, driving in the final screw to a establishment of hurt.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Running like the wind, like a lion determined to eliminate its prey, I ran. The wonderment of those guards, covered in such armory and metal with that standard blue undergarment setting their appearance, caused them [two] to come forward slowly. As if cautious; knowing of my mental instability.
"Sir. Sir. Sir, Sir, SIR, SIR!!!" No, I won't stop, or halt or anything to deny my momentum--she's out there, alone in that field, alone.
The stones were changing into a dark color, a riotous image, adding to my horror, changing it into something much worse. It is a word where it has no definition, for it is not real. It was delirium, that was clear to all who had seen me. My cloak was flapping like a flag, thrashed within the angry winds; tears were being made as each whip of every blow made the sound of something ripping...
I didn't care.
It was avarice that drove me, not over greed or wealth, but for her. Perhaps rapacious, though extreme, it has that strong definition of want. Yes, want, and it was only for her. But according to Castolf, the daunt, and still tearful man [I presume] that begged for needless forgiveness; she was dead, or close to it.
That still bothered me. To the point of where I hated him for it. It came to that conclusion, for his avidity, that relentless enthusiasm to follow me, like an adherent--a disciple even; he would usually aver his compassion towards me. It was like this; I was his father to him.
I, a father. I guess such an assumption would be relevant. For wouldn't a husband run for his beloved, his wife, in a dire emergency? Would he not die for his lover? His eternal love would not avast, not for anyone, or anything.
Just because she would be his everything.
Their relationship would start as a caulescent twig, then becoming a lone tree, only to grow into something much more large, and firm. Not a man, not a cavalcade of axes, or saws could bring it down. Not even death could remove its permanent roots, nor could a canon blow it down with its large steel ball.
It is indestructible.
It was there, like a citadel of might, trust, and love. Never to fall, only to be built upon, to such a great height that the clouds could never see it's peak, its climax. Simply because there was no end to such a love, or relationship.
It was a bond, an infinite relationship that was boundless in two ways: there was no beginning, and no end. It was always there, even before life was even sparked between the two persons. Even before they met.
Where it did start is unknown, for only the gods could know of such things. A concealment it is, a simple clandestinity, yet for something so enormous. But what if one died? Would that citadel grow with the same momentum? Would it even rise to a higher place? Would it be forever incomplete? That's the question that made me bolt to those doors, the second scrutinizing impediment.
I wasn't too far away from the guard, now. He though I was somewhat scurrile, but why would I dissemble my scrimption? He was an inferior being, a common man whose strength only relies on his human strength.
I'm not a barbarian.
He screamed a few 'waits', and 'sirs', but I didn't wait. It was the last remnant of my strength that enabled the jump, which was of some height. The words to which he used, were, indeed rather humorous in content, but laughter [you'd suppose] wasn't appropriate.
"Sir! Please just wait! Sir!" Then at the moment of the leap, he screamed; "Holy Shit!"
The wind was a contribution to the momentum, pushing me forward, gently lifting me higher over a great distance. It was the awe on the other guard's face, still with his mouth opened, as if pronouncing something lengthy, yet so large. It was profanity, and strangely said. As if destroyed by the food he was eating, but could be heard as, "I jus' might shit myself."
It was then that gunfire could be heard in seconds, I'm thinking one or two clips. The gun--excuse me, rifle, was a newer version of the SOLDIER standard uniform, and armory. The ammunition was aimed for my back, which successfully struck it.
I let out the common shriek while airborne, and then roared with even more anguish due to the rough landing. A very rough landing, indeed. Something I hadn't felt in months, and had wished to feel ever again. But I did, with a rough landing, and a porous back.
The sky was the last beauteous thing I saw, as I began to fall back to the ground, landing oblique and dead. It was the grandeur of the colors that let me see another day, a day not so grim, not so unexpected...
Don't close your eyes. Just keep them open, and breathe. I'd tell myself that, until it became repetitious, and irritatingly redundant. But, it didn't matter, at least not now. For this moment, I was crying tears, and speaking words of remorse.
"Oh please. Please, don't leave me. Don't--Don't, please Yuffie, just stay with me a little longer." There was no replication of this hurt--not from the wounds, just for her and the horrid thought of her dead.
Don't close your eyes. Just keep them open, and breathe.--No, don't breathe. Close your eyes, and keep them closed. Don't think, don't cry, just go...
Just go...
"Sir? Sir!" Different voice. "Oh shit, oh shit. Oh shit! OH SHIT!" Someone else. "Shut-up! Just shut-up!" It was the same voice as before the second, it sounded as if he was trembling. "Pertene, you've really just screwed yourself over. Do you even know who he is?!"
"Shut-up!"
"Look, stop telling me to shut-up."
"Shut-up! His eyes are moving."
"Well, don't just stare at him! Go and get help!" Just answer me. Please just answer me.
"Okay, okay." Close your eyes. Don't breathe.
"What's his name, Vance?" Only make the here and now worthwhile...
"What? Oh, uh I think Valentine. Yeah, that's it, Valentine!" We cannot change the future...
"Okay. We're going to help you, sir. Just stay with me. Please." Close your eyes. And don't breathe.
Fade into nothing...
_________
...I wish things were different...
Oh don't worry about it...
What question?
What are you talking about...
Yuffie, y'know I love you... I have my reasons....
Go ahead then, I really don't care. You seem to love him, and not me...
Stop screaming, please just stop screaming. Just stop it, please. Don't ask me that, you know I love you. Yes, I'll do whatever you want. Yuffie, please.
Shh... Don't worry anymore. Just don't worry about it... What? No, I didn't say that. No, y'know what I meant.
--Stop it. Just stop it. She's dead Yuffie. Stop it!! It does matter... JUST STOP IT! NOW!
Oh, no. Oh no, Yuffie. Oh please, don't. I love you. Don't make this harder, not any harder...
I don't want to cry anymore...not here, not now. No more darkness, I don't want to be in there alone...
Don't you understand. I-I loved you. I still do...now be with me. Please just sleep... Just sleep...
-Just sleep... Everything's going to be alright...
We're going to sleep together...
_________
"Oh Marlene, oh Marlene..."
"Don't cry baby...Jus' don't cry. Jus' say hi to Mommy for me, okay? --Oh my god, oh why, oh why...why now? Why fuckin' now? What did I do? Jus' tell me, so I have a god damn reason..."
"Nothin'? Nothin, just like usual you damn ass!" I don't wanna to cry any more. I don't wanna cry any more.
"Please give me a reason? Jus' one?"
____________
Not again...
The two had done the banal routine of silence. The simple steps and movements were done with absolute quiet. Not even a whisper, maybe a cough was heard throughout the house--for what had they to talk about?
But that wasn't the problem, oh no, it was something much worse than a loss for words. It was strange, for they had clearly changed over the months. From blissfully happy, to happily married, then to the unwanted, 'Leave me alone, and I won't bother you.' They totally skipped the 'I hate you!' phase, for there was no anger existent within those walls...
If the walls could speak of the silence, a silence not meant to be, and never thought to exist; it would speak of resentment. A resentment? Yes, the resentment that dwelled within the air; stale but alive, still venomous to any relationship.
Especially a marriage.
The essentia of it made the house reek of discomfort. Discomfort, that terrible word that each person had to feel. That terrorizing disease of difficulty, a inherent substance leading to separation--hence, divorcement.
Cloud and Tifa, divorced. Something never to be thought of, or even spoken of. An undesired event of something, well, drastic. And who else could see this coming other than the Cid? Yes, Cid the Pilot, who resided in Rocket Town. Why was he in Niebelhiem? Oh, that is something only he, and his crew know of. Yes, he came with that airship, that vehicle approximately twice the size of Niebelhiem itself, and thrice the more expensive.
He would use it for business now, for simple trading between towns and cities. It was actually a cargo ship, one of twenty [all of which he built]. The name was changed to The Cid I, a bit cliched since every other ship was named after him, hence The Cid II, The Cid III, so on, and so forth.
You could understand the importance of this man, but you could never comprehend his wealth. He could buy the blue skies, and the moon's glory and still be considered extravagantly rich. Once a plebian, now a noble. Did he like it? Of course not. There was such diversity between him and the rich, he would insist that he was 'the same motherfucker' as always.
Motherfucker? Oh yes, something he would call others, rather himself.
Yep, that 'old kid' still was flying in that heaven of serenity, where no one could bother him...well, perhaps Shera.
Predictable. It can only be that. Chemistry between the two lasted long after the 'suicide' attempt, and long before it. The common 'I hate you' stance could only last for so long. Cid wasn't vindictive, though you would mistake him to be just that. Well, he wasn't, thus creating a long bond, slowly evolving into something more serious.
Yet, within this process of growth, all they could speak of was Cloud and Tifa. Yes, the situation had become the nucleus of all discussion. The conversation might start with the weather, and then suddenly take an oblique turn. From there was an argument, then Cid would make a little joke, relief from the tension, and then the 'they aren't letting up, y'know' line, thus creating the C&T conversation.
Now that's predictability.
Cid never thought about it, until now from his newly built 'balcony'. It was more like a huge hole with some banisters surrounding it. He called it 'another masterpiece' while it really was shit. Even Shera would admit...
"Are you even sure it's stable?" See? He'd respond, but then he'd forget something brilliant to say, wait, it too was shit. "Uh, yeah. Sure."
"Sure? Cid, come on. You and I both know that it really--"
"What?! What is it? Huh, just tell me what I already know." Yes, he was overprotective of his inventions even if it was... "Shit."
"You can't just say that."
"Why not? I'm just--"
"Being honest? Look, when I ask you to be honest. Then you do that. But when I'm obvious to the fact of it being shit, I don't want you to say anything! Now, it being what it is--"
"Shit." She often let loose her humor. This time, she chuckled to herself.
"Oh goddamn, I fucking know!" Did I mention the persistent profanity? I should've warned you...
"Look, Cid. If you like it, you like it. But don't let this crap stay here. It doesn't belong to you anymore...it's mine." Exchange of glances, then a smile from the lady. Then a shrug from the pilot.
"...moth..fu...shi." It always made her wonder why he did that, just inflicting more humor to the situation, and reducing his dignity to nothingness. But her face did resemble that rose he gave her, the day of the agreement. It was a beautiful morning, the very opposite of this night. An egg of some species was given to her.
It was alive, and it was a dove. It hatched a few days later, and now rested on her shoulder. Yes, it was her companion, but much more than that [to Cid]. It was a sweet promise, something only a lover could think of.
"Y'know it won't stay forever." It was a sweet whisper, a whisper that the morning breeze exemplified every morning after that. She'd wake him right before six, a time just for them. Hmm, them, a unity of love that could exist through the destruction of one, or the other.
But that's another story.
"I know."
"But, I'll always be here." Don't mess this up. He was often paranoid. Nobody realized it except her though. It was either a rubbing of the hands, or the shift of his eye.
"Will you? Could you? I've never known you to wait..."
"...I'd wait. I'd wait till as long as I could."
"Till death do us part?" Till death do us part. The question was sadly never answered. Only in her dreams did he answer, had a dashing smile, and the wedding ring in his back pocket...
Ironically, in reality he did.
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"Sweet lips, like chocolate they were, so soft and gentle. Lusciously filled with the taste of nectar, similar to those eyes I adored so much. They purged my body with that silent feeling of peace, once more letting me realize that truth, the only truth."
Damn letter, some poetic crap he wrote...
He loved her, that for sure...
She loved him...
No. Stop thinking about it, just purge your mind of this. Just put the knife down and step away from her. I can just disappear, no one would really care. Like Kalm, I could go to Kalm, there's some women there...
But I want her...but I can't have her. No, I can, I can have her and no one would care. No one.
But what about the Unity? They'd come after me, I am the leader...
But they won't follow me forever, they might just forget about it! They probably won't care.
But what if they do?
But what if they don't?
Just kill her and get over with it. It's her fault anyway, she possessed me. All that time, poisoning me with those looks...
She's so beautiful...
And I'm not.
What am I to do, Yuffie? What am I to do...
He needs me to help him, and I needed to get close to him...
But then you appeared...
...It's not my fault. So don't be angry with me, okay?
Okay?
Don't forget that I love you, and always has...
Don't forget.
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It was the hallucination that kept me alive. That beauty the Goddess' of my life held was mesmerizing, singing me a lullaby of comfort. Forgiving me of sin...
Of my sin.
I was in a comatose state, they said. A colossal amount of pain struck me before I ever reached the ground.
But I felt the fall....I know I did. But what did I know, I was close to death--and delusional. I could only believe the verisimilitude. The appearance of truth was enough for me to believe, at least at that time...
I asked about her with a very concerned attitude...
And wished for death...