Love struck between Mako eyes.
Chapter 2: A bitter find.
A large group of members sat inside a small lower basement, huddled between a broken down heater, which squeaked and hissed as soon as one after another, each person came up for five seconds to slowly warm their ice-bitten hands upon it. Yes, this was the life of the famous group called AVALANCHE, this gang was heard all over the city of Midgard, and in other far away places.but in all their glory, you would have thought that there was some money in this case.
."Stupid Cloud! He's going to freeze soon, why can't he be half- way normal and come back here!?" yelled a short haired young girl, with a hyper act to go along, as she could not sit still between the whole group by the heater.
---"Who cares, if he wants to be stubborn let that @$$-hole be!" yelled a tall muscular middle-aged man, who cursed loudly then before. But he soon turned his head quick to see, his sleeping lump of joy resounding softly under her quilt on top of an ugly-shot couch.
Another girl in the gang sighed to herself, she was much older and a bit used to the harsh temperature around her, so for these reasons she left the huddle and reached a small gap in the wall between the upstairs and the "secret-basement" which was piled with ruthless steel bars. but slowly her hazel eyes could pick up the sight from the gashed hole. 'Nothing' she cursed to herself, trying to be like Berret, and not curse loudly in front of Megan.
"Tifa! Don't tell me that you're going to fallow Cloud, and lose half your brain? Take my blanket!" Offered the silent and mysterious Vincent, as he looked at her with darkened eyes in his also gloomy state, holding a simple red and tattered blanket.
? "Wow, thank you so much, I guess in all my years. I forgot how Cloud really is, when it comes to him being late so many times." thought aloud Tifa as she sat in a wobbled and sulking brown chair, holding the red shredded mess around her.
A long pause of silence swept over the eight of the tired peacemakers, each joint from head to toe ached, and each eyelid wished to fall down. but from this rush of cold, there was thought idea of even sleep, from this freezing weather.
All over most of the sad state of Midgar, there was no force of light, heat, or even technology to grasp the hands of the sinners with warmth or luxury around them, this was caused from the last lob the AVALANCHE gang bestowed upon them for the time being. In a good thought. no more wisps of smoke could be seen that came forth from the machines that shinra had produced.
The boyish and handsome face of Cloud was creased looking up at the clear black sky, which for the first time in all so many years. he was able to see from his summer-blue eyes, .'Stars!'. There where more then he could have ever had imagined, and so for some time he had laid to the side the same chipped and gritted wall, only to see how far his eyes could reach between such heavens.
.."aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! A planet has been destroyed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Screamed a few of the locals as their heads faced south, while Clouds eyes had stayed on the northern part of the clear sky's.
In a sudden jerk, all of Cloud's body leaped forward and ran towards the sight of where the two locals had seen, for as well as not seeing stars for a long time, Cloud had never once gazed upon the shock of a severed mass flowing in bits throughout the clear saddened sky, and for once in his whole life there had been a heavy shot of pain through his head, worse then any headaches that had been combined from his past.
.."All those dead p..e..o..p..l..e..?" Spat Cloud as his eyes turned into an angry glance.but he soon calmed down as he walked off his triggered feelings.
Deep into the caverns and twisted alleys of the slums in sector five, a broken down building in laced white could hardly be seen, mostly because the people who lived in this sector made the tavern signs more wider, and brighter to hide this once respected church from view.
Inside this shuddered and darkened place, was a part of life that was so innocent from the rest of the world, and of course it would be since this church was built upon the life of loving which came from a past and caring race. the Cetra. only one of their kind was left upon living in the shadows, and running away from killers also in so many points of her life.
In a grim dash of light, they're on the farthest corner knelt a restless spirit. Her hair was mangled into a braid with two bows at each end, her pink dress was tattered a bit on the bottom from the fight that left her in scars this afternoon, but to the end of each night she would find away to comeback to this peaceful building, even if it meant the risk of being captured for experiment use.
"So. this is the end?" was all she could whisper as she opened her emerald eyes from her prayer.She knew the furthest planet away had now been gone, and along with just two survivors, an older woman with the same dark brown hair as she had, and a youthful boy who had to take the truth in from his last sight from his parents. .All these images from last week in her dreams, were now coming to be real.
Aerith stroked away some of her tears, and left the second home she had really known for most of her life, this church and her adopted mother which had now more then ever was her real mother to her. In a silent struggle Aerith left sector five with her humble flowers waving their sad goodbyes in tact.
Me here.. Hope you like this fic!!! Please review :-) There will be more chapters up soon! (Just to let you all know that this story will 'pick-up' its first based in the FFVII game, but you'll see where it will land next:) I don't own any of the FFVII peoplez!!! (Though I wish someday I'll find my Cloud!)
Chapter 2: A bitter find.
A large group of members sat inside a small lower basement, huddled between a broken down heater, which squeaked and hissed as soon as one after another, each person came up for five seconds to slowly warm their ice-bitten hands upon it. Yes, this was the life of the famous group called AVALANCHE, this gang was heard all over the city of Midgard, and in other far away places.but in all their glory, you would have thought that there was some money in this case.
."Stupid Cloud! He's going to freeze soon, why can't he be half- way normal and come back here!?" yelled a short haired young girl, with a hyper act to go along, as she could not sit still between the whole group by the heater.
---"Who cares, if he wants to be stubborn let that @$$-hole be!" yelled a tall muscular middle-aged man, who cursed loudly then before. But he soon turned his head quick to see, his sleeping lump of joy resounding softly under her quilt on top of an ugly-shot couch.
Another girl in the gang sighed to herself, she was much older and a bit used to the harsh temperature around her, so for these reasons she left the huddle and reached a small gap in the wall between the upstairs and the "secret-basement" which was piled with ruthless steel bars. but slowly her hazel eyes could pick up the sight from the gashed hole. 'Nothing' she cursed to herself, trying to be like Berret, and not curse loudly in front of Megan.
"Tifa! Don't tell me that you're going to fallow Cloud, and lose half your brain? Take my blanket!" Offered the silent and mysterious Vincent, as he looked at her with darkened eyes in his also gloomy state, holding a simple red and tattered blanket.
? "Wow, thank you so much, I guess in all my years. I forgot how Cloud really is, when it comes to him being late so many times." thought aloud Tifa as she sat in a wobbled and sulking brown chair, holding the red shredded mess around her.
A long pause of silence swept over the eight of the tired peacemakers, each joint from head to toe ached, and each eyelid wished to fall down. but from this rush of cold, there was thought idea of even sleep, from this freezing weather.
All over most of the sad state of Midgar, there was no force of light, heat, or even technology to grasp the hands of the sinners with warmth or luxury around them, this was caused from the last lob the AVALANCHE gang bestowed upon them for the time being. In a good thought. no more wisps of smoke could be seen that came forth from the machines that shinra had produced.
The boyish and handsome face of Cloud was creased looking up at the clear black sky, which for the first time in all so many years. he was able to see from his summer-blue eyes, .'Stars!'. There where more then he could have ever had imagined, and so for some time he had laid to the side the same chipped and gritted wall, only to see how far his eyes could reach between such heavens.
.."aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! A planet has been destroyed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Screamed a few of the locals as their heads faced south, while Clouds eyes had stayed on the northern part of the clear sky's.
In a sudden jerk, all of Cloud's body leaped forward and ran towards the sight of where the two locals had seen, for as well as not seeing stars for a long time, Cloud had never once gazed upon the shock of a severed mass flowing in bits throughout the clear saddened sky, and for once in his whole life there had been a heavy shot of pain through his head, worse then any headaches that had been combined from his past.
.."All those dead p..e..o..p..l..e..?" Spat Cloud as his eyes turned into an angry glance.but he soon calmed down as he walked off his triggered feelings.
Deep into the caverns and twisted alleys of the slums in sector five, a broken down building in laced white could hardly be seen, mostly because the people who lived in this sector made the tavern signs more wider, and brighter to hide this once respected church from view.
Inside this shuddered and darkened place, was a part of life that was so innocent from the rest of the world, and of course it would be since this church was built upon the life of loving which came from a past and caring race. the Cetra. only one of their kind was left upon living in the shadows, and running away from killers also in so many points of her life.
In a grim dash of light, they're on the farthest corner knelt a restless spirit. Her hair was mangled into a braid with two bows at each end, her pink dress was tattered a bit on the bottom from the fight that left her in scars this afternoon, but to the end of each night she would find away to comeback to this peaceful building, even if it meant the risk of being captured for experiment use.
"So. this is the end?" was all she could whisper as she opened her emerald eyes from her prayer.She knew the furthest planet away had now been gone, and along with just two survivors, an older woman with the same dark brown hair as she had, and a youthful boy who had to take the truth in from his last sight from his parents. .All these images from last week in her dreams, were now coming to be real.
Aerith stroked away some of her tears, and left the second home she had really known for most of her life, this church and her adopted mother which had now more then ever was her real mother to her. In a silent struggle Aerith left sector five with her humble flowers waving their sad goodbyes in tact.
Me here.. Hope you like this fic!!! Please review :-) There will be more chapters up soon! (Just to let you all know that this story will 'pick-up' its first based in the FFVII game, but you'll see where it will land next:) I don't own any of the FFVII peoplez!!! (Though I wish someday I'll find my Cloud!)