Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 7 or any of its characters. damn..
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Reno of the Turks.. I was kissed by Reno of the Turks? The murderers of my father? The murderers of my mother? The murderers of my grandparents? Of my brother? My heart began pounding in my chest as my old memories raced through my mind.
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"Grandpa! Where are you? Grandpa!"
"..Tomoko."
"Grandpa! What happened to you? Who did this?"
"..The Turks..the Turks."
"The Turks?"
"Yes.. promise me you'll take care of.of Jintong.."
"I can't Grandpa, he's.he's dead.and so is Mama and Papa."
"..then take care of yourself..Tomoko."
"Grandpa! Grandpa! No.."
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I stared at my lap, my face burning up. Not only had this man stolen my life and relatives, he had also stolen my first kiss.
"Hey, you O.K.?"
I glanced up when I felt a hand on my arm. I quickly pulled away and walked to my bed. I flopped down and ignored him, beginning to polish my Naginata again. I had no idea what to do with him. Kippy ran over to Reno and started to chatter rapidly as if he could understand raccoon. Suddenly, I heard a loud voice calling out from outside the tree.
"RENO! RENO! Get you ass out here this instance!"
I tensed up. If any one discovered my home, I would be kicked out of here. My records showed that I had been deceased for 5 years, ever since my family was murdered. Reno started to get up and I frantically grabbed a knife and threw it next to his head to stop him. He hesitated for a moment and that gave me just enough time to draw my Naginata and bring to his throat.
"Don't move."
He visibly gulped and nodded. I trilled with my tongue and Kippy ran over to me. I pointed out the tunnel and whistled. Kippy nodded and ran out the tunnel. I had sent him to check who those intruders were. Loud breathing was heard next to my ear. I glanced at Reno and I noticed that my blade was now touching his neck, nicking the skin a bit. His chest rose heavily from the tense situation. I lifted my blade just a little, enough for him to breath, but not enough for him to escape. For a while, we stood frozen in that position and my arms began to ache. Luckily, Kippy returned before my arm got too tired. He chattered for a few seconds and I concluded that outside my tree was a tall bald man walking with a man with long black hair. "There's two guys outside waiting for you, a tall bald guy and another one with long black hair. Sound familiar?" I said, prodding him with my pole.
"Hey, quit it," he said, slapping the rod away. " Yes, I know them. I'll be going now."
"Not until you promise me that you won't tell anyone about my house."
"Your house?" He looked around in disgust. "This is your house?" he replied, amused.
"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?" I hissed, my voice heavy with venom.
"No."
"Good, now leave and if anyone finds out about my home, I'll personally find you kill you."
"Yeah, right, like that's possible. I'm a Turk for gods sake."
"Turks aren't that hard to hunt down. You leave a trail of murder everywhere you go."
"Hey, don't go insulting my work."
"Then clean up after yourself. Now get out!"
"Jesus."
Reno turned around and crawled through the tunnel. I sent Kippy just in case he tried anything bad. My arm muscles throbbed from the heavy weight of my Naginata. It was about 20 pounds, which was a little heavier than the average sword that was sold at my father's weapons shop. My father had made my Naginata by hand and given to me 5 years before he died. I was then sent to Wutai to learn the art of Naginata-Jutsu, which was very rare for my age.
A loud twittering caught my attention and I looked up towards the sky while shielding my eyes from the sun. I faintly made out the shadow of a bird before it dropped something from its claws to my feet. It flew off and I picked up the small scroll. Untying the small red ribbon, I unwrapped it and read through the hardly legible scribble.
Dear Tomoko,
It's been a while. I need to talk to you. Meet me at the corner of Oak and Ash in Sector 4. Tomorrow at 5. Don't be late.
~ Simon
I wrapped up the scroll and tied the string again. It was going to be a long trip.
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Many people tend to see me as a innocent girl that is quiet and polite. Unfortunately, I an none of those. I am loud, rude, and certainly not innocent. I had done my fair share of killing. Many of those people have paid dearly for underestimating my abilities. Especially young men with too much testosterone for there own good.
"Hey sexy, how 'bouts a night at my place?"
I didn't even bother to answer. At the age of 12, every male that I associated with began to give me weird looks. At first, I thought there was something wrong with them, but when even girls began to talk behind my back, I knew there was something wrong with me, not them.
"They're jealous of you, Tomoko. Your good looks, your personality. It's something you'll get used to." My mother had told me. She had said that I was lucky to be so beautiful. My long straight black hair, my smooth skin, and most of all, my blue eyes. Not many Wutianese have blue eyes, us being from Oriental descent and all.
My memories came to a halt when I felt a hand on my back. My arms tensed and my hand automatically went to my blade.
"It's me," a voice whispered. I recognized it immediately and relaxed. "C'mon."
I turned around to see a cloaked figure disappear into the shadows of a nearby alleyway. I walked in, putting every ounce of trust I had into the figure. He always picked the safest routes to the Haven.
The Haven was a large shelter in the heart of Sector 4. It was refuge for lepers and victims of overexposure to radioactive material or Mako from the reactors. I had begun this Haven 4 years ago when one of my friends fell ill from overexposure to uranium. She died last year and is buried next to my tree. This year, we would be celebrating the 5th year anniversary of the Haven.
"Tomoko, we're here," the figure said. He took off his cloak and my heart stopped. He was about 5 inches taller than me and was equally about 50 pounds heavier than me.
"Simon, it's been a year," I said.
"Yes, it has," he replied.
"I missed you," I whispered. He wrapped his arms around me and I pressed my face to his chest, crying silently.
Simon is my best friend. He is also a leper, which was why I was crying. I didn't know how long he would live. My hand reached up to the back of his neck and felt the rash there. Surprisingly, it was much smaller than before.
"Simon, your rash, it's.it's smaller," I said, shocked.
"I've found a way to counteract the virus."
"Are you serious?"
"Mmmm-hmmm."
"Then that means we can help all the other people at the Haven!" I exclaimed. To help all those people. To save them from inevitable death. It was something I dreamed about.
"I'm not sure," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not sure," he repeated. "It's a pretty dangerous procedure."
"Explain."
"First, you must inject a certain amount of Mako to the rash. It might stop the growth or even make it disappear, or it can kill you."
"So, you actually took the chance?" He nodded and I sighed. He knew how much I worried about him, but he still risked his life to help me cure the victims at the Haven.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen to me," he said, patting my hand reassuringly.
"I'm not just worried about your condition, I'm also worried about the source that you acquire Mako from. I know it's not from material, and it's certainly not from the reactors." His face fell and I immediately knew that I was going to burst my top.
"Actually, I.umm.gotitfromareactor," he mumbled, barely understandable.
"WHAT?!" I yelled. " Do you know how much danger you are putting yourself in?!"
"I know, but I just want to help you. I want you to achieve your goal."
"No goal is worth losing a friend like you, and I'm certainly not going to risk your life to help me do what I want to do."
"Still, I want to help you."
I shook my head and sighed. He was as reckless as me and more stubborn than a donkey.
"You are hopeless," I said. He laughed and ruffled my hair. I walked into the medical unit of the Haven and found several new patients in the cots. One patient was a man in his mid thirties that was mumbling something that was totally incoherent. I walked towards him and when he saw me, a familiar wild gleam in his eyes flashed and I found my self on the floor with him on top of me, his hands pinning me down. I shoved him with all my strength, but he seemed to weigh a like a ton of bricks. The medical unit was in an uproar. Volunteer nurses were frantically pressing themselves against the wall, as if they were invisible, while other patients were quickly wheeled away. The mad man's gibbering soon turned into a language I could understand. I stayed motionless under him, hoping to calm him without making any sudden movements.
"Hojo.Mako.Hojo..Mako..evil."
"Who's evil? What's evil?"
"Hojo.Mako.Hojo.Mako.EVIL!!! EVIL!!!"
"O.K., calm down, calm down."
"Too much power.hahaha..power.from Mako."
"Power from Mako, I understand. It is evil, right?"
"Yes.yes.EVIL!!!"
At that point, he took his hands off my wrists and put them on his ears, yelling and screaming like it was the end of the world. I put my hands to my ears in an attempt to drown out that horrible screeching. I felt a hot burning on the right side of my chest. The skin there was being melted off by an unknown heat source and I ground my teeth in order to stop myself from crying out. Suddenly, the screaming just all stopped. I opened my eyes and found the man on the floor with a knife in his chest, his eyes open and foam sprouting out of the sides of his mouth. I slowly got up, my ears still ringing from the terrible screaming and felt two strong arms around my waist, pulling my up. I brought a hand up to the top of my right chest and felt a hole in my shirt and under that hole, my skin was burning hot to the touch.
"You O.K.?"
I turned to the face of Simon and smiled weakly.
"I'm fine," and I fainted.
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Hmmm.weird freaky people that scream about Hojo, lepers being cured by Mako. This is turning out to be a very interesting story, so please REVIEW!!!!! And stay tuned for the next chapter!
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Reno of the Turks.. I was kissed by Reno of the Turks? The murderers of my father? The murderers of my mother? The murderers of my grandparents? Of my brother? My heart began pounding in my chest as my old memories raced through my mind.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Grandpa! Where are you? Grandpa!"
"..Tomoko."
"Grandpa! What happened to you? Who did this?"
"..The Turks..the Turks."
"The Turks?"
"Yes.. promise me you'll take care of.of Jintong.."
"I can't Grandpa, he's.he's dead.and so is Mama and Papa."
"..then take care of yourself..Tomoko."
"Grandpa! Grandpa! No.."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I stared at my lap, my face burning up. Not only had this man stolen my life and relatives, he had also stolen my first kiss.
"Hey, you O.K.?"
I glanced up when I felt a hand on my arm. I quickly pulled away and walked to my bed. I flopped down and ignored him, beginning to polish my Naginata again. I had no idea what to do with him. Kippy ran over to Reno and started to chatter rapidly as if he could understand raccoon. Suddenly, I heard a loud voice calling out from outside the tree.
"RENO! RENO! Get you ass out here this instance!"
I tensed up. If any one discovered my home, I would be kicked out of here. My records showed that I had been deceased for 5 years, ever since my family was murdered. Reno started to get up and I frantically grabbed a knife and threw it next to his head to stop him. He hesitated for a moment and that gave me just enough time to draw my Naginata and bring to his throat.
"Don't move."
He visibly gulped and nodded. I trilled with my tongue and Kippy ran over to me. I pointed out the tunnel and whistled. Kippy nodded and ran out the tunnel. I had sent him to check who those intruders were. Loud breathing was heard next to my ear. I glanced at Reno and I noticed that my blade was now touching his neck, nicking the skin a bit. His chest rose heavily from the tense situation. I lifted my blade just a little, enough for him to breath, but not enough for him to escape. For a while, we stood frozen in that position and my arms began to ache. Luckily, Kippy returned before my arm got too tired. He chattered for a few seconds and I concluded that outside my tree was a tall bald man walking with a man with long black hair. "There's two guys outside waiting for you, a tall bald guy and another one with long black hair. Sound familiar?" I said, prodding him with my pole.
"Hey, quit it," he said, slapping the rod away. " Yes, I know them. I'll be going now."
"Not until you promise me that you won't tell anyone about my house."
"Your house?" He looked around in disgust. "This is your house?" he replied, amused.
"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?" I hissed, my voice heavy with venom.
"No."
"Good, now leave and if anyone finds out about my home, I'll personally find you kill you."
"Yeah, right, like that's possible. I'm a Turk for gods sake."
"Turks aren't that hard to hunt down. You leave a trail of murder everywhere you go."
"Hey, don't go insulting my work."
"Then clean up after yourself. Now get out!"
"Jesus."
Reno turned around and crawled through the tunnel. I sent Kippy just in case he tried anything bad. My arm muscles throbbed from the heavy weight of my Naginata. It was about 20 pounds, which was a little heavier than the average sword that was sold at my father's weapons shop. My father had made my Naginata by hand and given to me 5 years before he died. I was then sent to Wutai to learn the art of Naginata-Jutsu, which was very rare for my age.
A loud twittering caught my attention and I looked up towards the sky while shielding my eyes from the sun. I faintly made out the shadow of a bird before it dropped something from its claws to my feet. It flew off and I picked up the small scroll. Untying the small red ribbon, I unwrapped it and read through the hardly legible scribble.
Dear Tomoko,
It's been a while. I need to talk to you. Meet me at the corner of Oak and Ash in Sector 4. Tomorrow at 5. Don't be late.
~ Simon
I wrapped up the scroll and tied the string again. It was going to be a long trip.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Many people tend to see me as a innocent girl that is quiet and polite. Unfortunately, I an none of those. I am loud, rude, and certainly not innocent. I had done my fair share of killing. Many of those people have paid dearly for underestimating my abilities. Especially young men with too much testosterone for there own good.
"Hey sexy, how 'bouts a night at my place?"
I didn't even bother to answer. At the age of 12, every male that I associated with began to give me weird looks. At first, I thought there was something wrong with them, but when even girls began to talk behind my back, I knew there was something wrong with me, not them.
"They're jealous of you, Tomoko. Your good looks, your personality. It's something you'll get used to." My mother had told me. She had said that I was lucky to be so beautiful. My long straight black hair, my smooth skin, and most of all, my blue eyes. Not many Wutianese have blue eyes, us being from Oriental descent and all.
My memories came to a halt when I felt a hand on my back. My arms tensed and my hand automatically went to my blade.
"It's me," a voice whispered. I recognized it immediately and relaxed. "C'mon."
I turned around to see a cloaked figure disappear into the shadows of a nearby alleyway. I walked in, putting every ounce of trust I had into the figure. He always picked the safest routes to the Haven.
The Haven was a large shelter in the heart of Sector 4. It was refuge for lepers and victims of overexposure to radioactive material or Mako from the reactors. I had begun this Haven 4 years ago when one of my friends fell ill from overexposure to uranium. She died last year and is buried next to my tree. This year, we would be celebrating the 5th year anniversary of the Haven.
"Tomoko, we're here," the figure said. He took off his cloak and my heart stopped. He was about 5 inches taller than me and was equally about 50 pounds heavier than me.
"Simon, it's been a year," I said.
"Yes, it has," he replied.
"I missed you," I whispered. He wrapped his arms around me and I pressed my face to his chest, crying silently.
Simon is my best friend. He is also a leper, which was why I was crying. I didn't know how long he would live. My hand reached up to the back of his neck and felt the rash there. Surprisingly, it was much smaller than before.
"Simon, your rash, it's.it's smaller," I said, shocked.
"I've found a way to counteract the virus."
"Are you serious?"
"Mmmm-hmmm."
"Then that means we can help all the other people at the Haven!" I exclaimed. To help all those people. To save them from inevitable death. It was something I dreamed about.
"I'm not sure," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not sure," he repeated. "It's a pretty dangerous procedure."
"Explain."
"First, you must inject a certain amount of Mako to the rash. It might stop the growth or even make it disappear, or it can kill you."
"So, you actually took the chance?" He nodded and I sighed. He knew how much I worried about him, but he still risked his life to help me cure the victims at the Haven.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen to me," he said, patting my hand reassuringly.
"I'm not just worried about your condition, I'm also worried about the source that you acquire Mako from. I know it's not from material, and it's certainly not from the reactors." His face fell and I immediately knew that I was going to burst my top.
"Actually, I.umm.gotitfromareactor," he mumbled, barely understandable.
"WHAT?!" I yelled. " Do you know how much danger you are putting yourself in?!"
"I know, but I just want to help you. I want you to achieve your goal."
"No goal is worth losing a friend like you, and I'm certainly not going to risk your life to help me do what I want to do."
"Still, I want to help you."
I shook my head and sighed. He was as reckless as me and more stubborn than a donkey.
"You are hopeless," I said. He laughed and ruffled my hair. I walked into the medical unit of the Haven and found several new patients in the cots. One patient was a man in his mid thirties that was mumbling something that was totally incoherent. I walked towards him and when he saw me, a familiar wild gleam in his eyes flashed and I found my self on the floor with him on top of me, his hands pinning me down. I shoved him with all my strength, but he seemed to weigh a like a ton of bricks. The medical unit was in an uproar. Volunteer nurses were frantically pressing themselves against the wall, as if they were invisible, while other patients were quickly wheeled away. The mad man's gibbering soon turned into a language I could understand. I stayed motionless under him, hoping to calm him without making any sudden movements.
"Hojo.Mako.Hojo..Mako..evil."
"Who's evil? What's evil?"
"Hojo.Mako.Hojo.Mako.EVIL!!! EVIL!!!"
"O.K., calm down, calm down."
"Too much power.hahaha..power.from Mako."
"Power from Mako, I understand. It is evil, right?"
"Yes.yes.EVIL!!!"
At that point, he took his hands off my wrists and put them on his ears, yelling and screaming like it was the end of the world. I put my hands to my ears in an attempt to drown out that horrible screeching. I felt a hot burning on the right side of my chest. The skin there was being melted off by an unknown heat source and I ground my teeth in order to stop myself from crying out. Suddenly, the screaming just all stopped. I opened my eyes and found the man on the floor with a knife in his chest, his eyes open and foam sprouting out of the sides of his mouth. I slowly got up, my ears still ringing from the terrible screaming and felt two strong arms around my waist, pulling my up. I brought a hand up to the top of my right chest and felt a hole in my shirt and under that hole, my skin was burning hot to the touch.
"You O.K.?"
I turned to the face of Simon and smiled weakly.
"I'm fine," and I fainted.
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Hmmm.weird freaky people that scream about Hojo, lepers being cured by Mako. This is turning out to be a very interesting story, so please REVIEW!!!!! And stay tuned for the next chapter!
