***Reincarnation of the Heart. ***
Chapter 3: Unbelief
Crystal navy waves clashed against the reality of dry, earthy rough beaches at the coast of Costa Del Sol. Each wave that struck was a depressing burst of sadness, which pierced one figure's cold soul.
"Hn…" This lonely soul staggered to an open area where he sat upon a strong gray bolder, facing the moving forward and clashing pulls of the waves. As he set his heavy sliver and tall sword along the rough sand, he soon brushed his blond pointed and spiky hair around in frustration, as he thought over the last fight he had won this morning.
'Its astonishing how time jumps by…could the Planet really keep its word on the other end about this?' Thought this mercenary; whose past and anguish could never show through his boyish face, nor could the flames of loss and love stop flickering throughout his strange yet strong Mako blue eyes.
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In another land where the scenery has no tranquility, or the life in it as well was worse…
'Little one…don't cry.'
People of all sorts scattered to this way and that, reaching their destinations onto more of the rubble, which still somewhat looked like streets. Buildings, if not brought to the ground from the last major battle with holy, were trashed and barely standing on end with only thin bars of mangled metal that were guiding these buildings in place.
Yes. Midgar had lost its ability to be a city of great production, though the remaining number of people who had lived in the different sectors, were still fixing whatever places that were not completely thrashed, it had seemed to many of the surviving elders, that hope and kindness had grown inside the people from the battle. It's truly strange that one large battle could bring so many together…
Fall had came early at this time in this once polluted city, the wind had became strong and brittle with ice-freezing force. It pulled and shoved many of the unstable buildings in sector seven a bit to hard, many of these buildings were about to fall so this made it even more possible to have one collapse at any time.
One of the worst places to be inside of was an old store, which looked more like a boarded up shack, which was made out of the oldest of stone and even traces of the only wood seen in Midgar. This was in no doubt, the most unattractive scene to look at when you might have been thinking of buying something in this quaint part of the sectors. Upon the bolted black doors of this particular store, a sign stated what type of store it was as it dangled back and forth in bold print. ::*MIDDLE HEAVEN ANTIQUE SHOP*::
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The same 'half in debris' antique shop was rather slow on business, as the occupants seemed to have been slow on getting up in the early October morning.
"Mom, I thought you knew that I had to get to work earlier today!" Loudly stated a young woman, as she could be heard from the back rooms of this little shop by means of strident bangs and crashes could be heard from her own room. "Oh no. Where are my keys?…"
As the loud young woman searched franticly, a flash of sliver car keys where seen on top of the service counter, where an old cash register sat in dust hovered around it. Not to have been used since the sale during last Christmas.
A pierce of sunlight had now glistened upon the same face of a young woman, she cursed under her breath as she soon had seen the recognizable car keys through her overwhelming bright yet gloomy ember eyes. Though as fast as she was seen, her petite and gracious body soon scurried across the 'showroom' floor of the shop, which nicely presented the various gifts and accessories that were found, given, or sold, and also resold to a higher cost to make more money, even if it really was garbage. 'Aren't we a bunch of con-artists…' was often the girls thought on how her mother was making whatever money they had to make.
But such is the life one has to live, in the sector seven part of the 'middle-class' slums.
The younger woman slipped into her small crimson red car, and drove off in quicker haste to her work.
…Though it was only three blocks away…;;
"I'm surprised she's kept this gig up, knowing how low her IQ is." Sobered a very old looking woman with a deep and hoarse voice and a smirk across her face at that last thought, as she slowly dragged forward from the same back rooms that her daughter ran out of.
Sadly but surly, she mused through deep drawers in an old dark oak desk which held the old register on top of, to find the addicting treasure that she waited all night to have once again through her sleep. "Ahhhhh...You are the only thing keeping me alive..." whispered the older lady as she picked up a rather large deep blue tinted bottle. Soon her fair hands kept the smooth bottle close to her chest, holding it as if there was no tomarrow. Before slowly she crept the bottle up to her face.
The blue bottle was almost filled with a watery array of liquid mixture; its neck was pushed into the mouth of the woman as she let the contents flow inside her. Once she had finished her drink, she licked her faint pink lips and went on her way back to bed. Before turning to sleep once again, she cursed loudly as a major thrust of pain shot her head to form a large migraine. "Fuck! I suppose that's what I get for drinking to early again!" After a war with her head and her mind, the lady violently threw open the bed covers and just as roughly drew them around her tiny and frail body.
A morning hangover is what she was brought down to, after her many fights with her ex-husband the night before. You would think that after their daughter was grown up, he would stop his part of antics of depression towards her. 'Like that jackass really thinks what's best. He's such a @#$@$ +%*(*&) womanizer' Thought the lady as she raged in her bed tossing more of her covers to her left side then bringing them back to her right side, soon enough she would slowly mumble a couple of cursed words to her ex- and flow into a deep sleep.
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"Erin…You always seem to show up late on the most busiest days…" Sighed a woman about the same age of the girl who looked nervous and embarrassed. As the awkward girls at the bar door, quickly stashed the same sliver car keys in her purse, while trying to tie her waitress apron around her slender waist.
"I'm really. Really. Sorry!" Whispered the reckless Erin as she eyed the other woman in a shy and sad manner. 'I think I really pissed her off…Please don't be mad at me Tifa…' Sighed Erin inside as she ran around the sleazy bar, which she worked at, trying to fulfill the orders of all the scum's which besides drinking, thought of other disgusting actions they would rather do with the dirty blonde waitress.
The young woman known as Tifa in Erin's green eyes was just as slender but had and showed great sex appeal towards inside everyman's eyes around the half buried city of Midgard. It really was funny to see that she could be seen as strong and very respected as a fighter, but to wear some very 'slutty' clothes.
Her chest was tightly covered in a white shirt, which had received better looks in appearance to the men, then in their own porno magazines. The short black skirt was also drooled over by countless fools as she bared her legs a little too much, though all in all she did mean well…
Tifa was a wonderful person who's brown savored eyes hid such sadness and happiness, her face was that of a strong noble woman who never let any man get her down…Expect maybe one that even Erin had heard her sigh about, though a bit later she was seen giggling out loudly in her own girlish daydreams…
Erin was seen as Tifa's twin; through in reality they were both fairly odd and different. Tifa had found her talents by training and working in her bar, while Erin wanted and wished to train her brain, to go to the best collages and universities, and in her own girlish dreams…To find her hero, or rather her own prince…In these thoughts, Erin would shake her head to go back to reality for she knew that those dreams would never happen as long as her mother was haunting her life…
~* Three hours later of serving the scum's*~
"Break" Yelled a strong and muscular black man, he was the rudest and most arrogant jerk you could ever find in these parts of the sectors…Though she had only known him for a year from working, Erin thought that he would make the perfect father…
"Alright, everyone…we have served you since five this morning…" Yelled Tifa as her soft voice kept the drunks at bay as they listened and stopped their conversations to pack up and practically gulp down their drinks, knowing the routine that the owners and waitresses wanted them to leave. For a while at least. "Its noon, you have three hours then until you can come back if you want."
As the bar was surrounded by the sounds of men dissatisfied with the fact of leaving, it soon died down as they had all left. All of them seemed to have made horrific messes upon the counters to tables from beer and burnt cigarettes.
"Do you want to clean now, or wait after lunch?" Asked another waitress with an over hyper sounding voice, she was very spunky and was also like the fun sister that Erin never had.
"Uhhh…I think I'll eat lunch, last time I cleaned I lost my appetite." Smirked Erin as she and the short black haired waitress in front of her left in laughter as they walked in a dark, back employees room to have lunch.
"Yuffie, what was AVALANCH like…You know before they all died…" Asked Erin as she stuffed an oversized California role sushi down her mouth.
The young girl who was said to at the mere age of sixteen looked at her friend with her wild ninja and dangerous eyes, Erin was scared at the look on her dear friends face. 'I knew I should not of read that paper, or said anything.' She tried to breath from the tension that her friend was giving her. 'Why is it that I'm so horrible at everything?' Thought Erin as she silently swallowed the sushi roll, but it was rather awkward for her to do just that when you had Yuffie's surprised gaze looking down at you.
"What do you mean, Erin?" Yuffie managed to say; obviously thinking of how to say the right words, without throwing Erin out on a leap that she was guarding something…deep inside for many years.
Erin had never seen Yuffie react this way over a simple question, so this was completely new and very strange… "Oh, on the news it said that even though it has been over 22 years since the AVALANCH team was seen, there were rumors that they are really alive…Though the funny thing to me was, while the news group was showing pictures of the group members, I saw thought I saw someone that looked very familiar." Told Erin as she kept her head low, not even looking eye to eye at the worried, nervous, and stressed out girl in front of her.
Yuffie soon became more fair in the face then she could of possibly be, 'Oh God!!! Does she know??? Could she still recognize Barret, Tifa, Vincent and me…Though those photos that were taken along time ago???' Her mind was rambling in panic, never in her wildest past years had she ever been more afraid to be caught or found out about. Ever since the rest of the group moved away from the other bars in Costa Del Sol 15 years ago, had she ever acted like this…
'…Please…Please…Don't figure out who we are Erin, the rest of us have no where else to go…'
Yuffie snapped back to reality as she saw her blond headed friend staring in such a sad gaze inside her own little world.
'Maybe she forgot…Ok here's my chance....'
"Hey after work do you want to see the only movie in town?" Asked Yuffie pleading to herself that by her switching the subject, better chances of survival would come way.
"Loveless Number 6? The original is always better…But I have some spare change, sure!" Agreed Erin as she looked through her purse to see if she was right, about the money that she had. She soon smiled again in an childish yet mysterious matter as she and her dear friend went out from the break room to clean up the grim and ugly status in the bar.
"I think its funny that my mom was twenty when the first 'Loveless' movie came out, and now I'm almost going to be the same age and seeing I'm gonna see the sixth sequel."
"That is." Sighed the well-secluded ninja as she began to feel relief from the past tension during lunch. 'Good thing she's not thinking about that news-report at least… You know, she's been asking and looking at all of us a bit more suspiciously lately.'
At this Yuffie began to smile at how easy it was to make her dearest friend not think about what she saw… 'Man, that was a close one. Have all of us really changed…I know the Planet granted us this ability…But why, and for how many years do we have to stay like this…'
"Yuffie, Its time…" Said Erin in her mischievous soft voice as she was happy to see her friend began to snap out of her world as well and at least smile. Both girls threw each other a washcloth as they soon began their dirty-work. ::A/N:: he he he sounded weird, ne?!::
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Well here is the next chapter…Hope its not to horrible:-)
I want to thank you for every-single review, all of you are so awesome!!!
@#@ Disclaimer: I do not own anything, FFVII and all the characters are all part of the 'Square-soft world' Though I did make Erin, this heroine on this particular story…She is her own person…and will always stay that way…along with that bitch of a drunken mother.
See ya.
Chapter 3: Unbelief
Crystal navy waves clashed against the reality of dry, earthy rough beaches at the coast of Costa Del Sol. Each wave that struck was a depressing burst of sadness, which pierced one figure's cold soul.
"Hn…" This lonely soul staggered to an open area where he sat upon a strong gray bolder, facing the moving forward and clashing pulls of the waves. As he set his heavy sliver and tall sword along the rough sand, he soon brushed his blond pointed and spiky hair around in frustration, as he thought over the last fight he had won this morning.
'Its astonishing how time jumps by…could the Planet really keep its word on the other end about this?' Thought this mercenary; whose past and anguish could never show through his boyish face, nor could the flames of loss and love stop flickering throughout his strange yet strong Mako blue eyes.
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In another land where the scenery has no tranquility, or the life in it as well was worse…
'Little one…don't cry.'
People of all sorts scattered to this way and that, reaching their destinations onto more of the rubble, which still somewhat looked like streets. Buildings, if not brought to the ground from the last major battle with holy, were trashed and barely standing on end with only thin bars of mangled metal that were guiding these buildings in place.
Yes. Midgar had lost its ability to be a city of great production, though the remaining number of people who had lived in the different sectors, were still fixing whatever places that were not completely thrashed, it had seemed to many of the surviving elders, that hope and kindness had grown inside the people from the battle. It's truly strange that one large battle could bring so many together…
Fall had came early at this time in this once polluted city, the wind had became strong and brittle with ice-freezing force. It pulled and shoved many of the unstable buildings in sector seven a bit to hard, many of these buildings were about to fall so this made it even more possible to have one collapse at any time.
One of the worst places to be inside of was an old store, which looked more like a boarded up shack, which was made out of the oldest of stone and even traces of the only wood seen in Midgar. This was in no doubt, the most unattractive scene to look at when you might have been thinking of buying something in this quaint part of the sectors. Upon the bolted black doors of this particular store, a sign stated what type of store it was as it dangled back and forth in bold print. ::*MIDDLE HEAVEN ANTIQUE SHOP*::
_+_+_~
The same 'half in debris' antique shop was rather slow on business, as the occupants seemed to have been slow on getting up in the early October morning.
"Mom, I thought you knew that I had to get to work earlier today!" Loudly stated a young woman, as she could be heard from the back rooms of this little shop by means of strident bangs and crashes could be heard from her own room. "Oh no. Where are my keys?…"
As the loud young woman searched franticly, a flash of sliver car keys where seen on top of the service counter, where an old cash register sat in dust hovered around it. Not to have been used since the sale during last Christmas.
A pierce of sunlight had now glistened upon the same face of a young woman, she cursed under her breath as she soon had seen the recognizable car keys through her overwhelming bright yet gloomy ember eyes. Though as fast as she was seen, her petite and gracious body soon scurried across the 'showroom' floor of the shop, which nicely presented the various gifts and accessories that were found, given, or sold, and also resold to a higher cost to make more money, even if it really was garbage. 'Aren't we a bunch of con-artists…' was often the girls thought on how her mother was making whatever money they had to make.
But such is the life one has to live, in the sector seven part of the 'middle-class' slums.
The younger woman slipped into her small crimson red car, and drove off in quicker haste to her work.
…Though it was only three blocks away…;;
"I'm surprised she's kept this gig up, knowing how low her IQ is." Sobered a very old looking woman with a deep and hoarse voice and a smirk across her face at that last thought, as she slowly dragged forward from the same back rooms that her daughter ran out of.
Sadly but surly, she mused through deep drawers in an old dark oak desk which held the old register on top of, to find the addicting treasure that she waited all night to have once again through her sleep. "Ahhhhh...You are the only thing keeping me alive..." whispered the older lady as she picked up a rather large deep blue tinted bottle. Soon her fair hands kept the smooth bottle close to her chest, holding it as if there was no tomarrow. Before slowly she crept the bottle up to her face.
The blue bottle was almost filled with a watery array of liquid mixture; its neck was pushed into the mouth of the woman as she let the contents flow inside her. Once she had finished her drink, she licked her faint pink lips and went on her way back to bed. Before turning to sleep once again, she cursed loudly as a major thrust of pain shot her head to form a large migraine. "Fuck! I suppose that's what I get for drinking to early again!" After a war with her head and her mind, the lady violently threw open the bed covers and just as roughly drew them around her tiny and frail body.
A morning hangover is what she was brought down to, after her many fights with her ex-husband the night before. You would think that after their daughter was grown up, he would stop his part of antics of depression towards her. 'Like that jackass really thinks what's best. He's such a @#$@$ +%*(*&) womanizer' Thought the lady as she raged in her bed tossing more of her covers to her left side then bringing them back to her right side, soon enough she would slowly mumble a couple of cursed words to her ex- and flow into a deep sleep.
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"Erin…You always seem to show up late on the most busiest days…" Sighed a woman about the same age of the girl who looked nervous and embarrassed. As the awkward girls at the bar door, quickly stashed the same sliver car keys in her purse, while trying to tie her waitress apron around her slender waist.
"I'm really. Really. Sorry!" Whispered the reckless Erin as she eyed the other woman in a shy and sad manner. 'I think I really pissed her off…Please don't be mad at me Tifa…' Sighed Erin inside as she ran around the sleazy bar, which she worked at, trying to fulfill the orders of all the scum's which besides drinking, thought of other disgusting actions they would rather do with the dirty blonde waitress.
The young woman known as Tifa in Erin's green eyes was just as slender but had and showed great sex appeal towards inside everyman's eyes around the half buried city of Midgard. It really was funny to see that she could be seen as strong and very respected as a fighter, but to wear some very 'slutty' clothes.
Her chest was tightly covered in a white shirt, which had received better looks in appearance to the men, then in their own porno magazines. The short black skirt was also drooled over by countless fools as she bared her legs a little too much, though all in all she did mean well…
Tifa was a wonderful person who's brown savored eyes hid such sadness and happiness, her face was that of a strong noble woman who never let any man get her down…Expect maybe one that even Erin had heard her sigh about, though a bit later she was seen giggling out loudly in her own girlish daydreams…
Erin was seen as Tifa's twin; through in reality they were both fairly odd and different. Tifa had found her talents by training and working in her bar, while Erin wanted and wished to train her brain, to go to the best collages and universities, and in her own girlish dreams…To find her hero, or rather her own prince…In these thoughts, Erin would shake her head to go back to reality for she knew that those dreams would never happen as long as her mother was haunting her life…
~* Three hours later of serving the scum's*~
"Break" Yelled a strong and muscular black man, he was the rudest and most arrogant jerk you could ever find in these parts of the sectors…Though she had only known him for a year from working, Erin thought that he would make the perfect father…
"Alright, everyone…we have served you since five this morning…" Yelled Tifa as her soft voice kept the drunks at bay as they listened and stopped their conversations to pack up and practically gulp down their drinks, knowing the routine that the owners and waitresses wanted them to leave. For a while at least. "Its noon, you have three hours then until you can come back if you want."
As the bar was surrounded by the sounds of men dissatisfied with the fact of leaving, it soon died down as they had all left. All of them seemed to have made horrific messes upon the counters to tables from beer and burnt cigarettes.
"Do you want to clean now, or wait after lunch?" Asked another waitress with an over hyper sounding voice, she was very spunky and was also like the fun sister that Erin never had.
"Uhhh…I think I'll eat lunch, last time I cleaned I lost my appetite." Smirked Erin as she and the short black haired waitress in front of her left in laughter as they walked in a dark, back employees room to have lunch.
"Yuffie, what was AVALANCH like…You know before they all died…" Asked Erin as she stuffed an oversized California role sushi down her mouth.
The young girl who was said to at the mere age of sixteen looked at her friend with her wild ninja and dangerous eyes, Erin was scared at the look on her dear friends face. 'I knew I should not of read that paper, or said anything.' She tried to breath from the tension that her friend was giving her. 'Why is it that I'm so horrible at everything?' Thought Erin as she silently swallowed the sushi roll, but it was rather awkward for her to do just that when you had Yuffie's surprised gaze looking down at you.
"What do you mean, Erin?" Yuffie managed to say; obviously thinking of how to say the right words, without throwing Erin out on a leap that she was guarding something…deep inside for many years.
Erin had never seen Yuffie react this way over a simple question, so this was completely new and very strange… "Oh, on the news it said that even though it has been over 22 years since the AVALANCH team was seen, there were rumors that they are really alive…Though the funny thing to me was, while the news group was showing pictures of the group members, I saw thought I saw someone that looked very familiar." Told Erin as she kept her head low, not even looking eye to eye at the worried, nervous, and stressed out girl in front of her.
Yuffie soon became more fair in the face then she could of possibly be, 'Oh God!!! Does she know??? Could she still recognize Barret, Tifa, Vincent and me…Though those photos that were taken along time ago???' Her mind was rambling in panic, never in her wildest past years had she ever been more afraid to be caught or found out about. Ever since the rest of the group moved away from the other bars in Costa Del Sol 15 years ago, had she ever acted like this…
'…Please…Please…Don't figure out who we are Erin, the rest of us have no where else to go…'
Yuffie snapped back to reality as she saw her blond headed friend staring in such a sad gaze inside her own little world.
'Maybe she forgot…Ok here's my chance....'
"Hey after work do you want to see the only movie in town?" Asked Yuffie pleading to herself that by her switching the subject, better chances of survival would come way.
"Loveless Number 6? The original is always better…But I have some spare change, sure!" Agreed Erin as she looked through her purse to see if she was right, about the money that she had. She soon smiled again in an childish yet mysterious matter as she and her dear friend went out from the break room to clean up the grim and ugly status in the bar.
"I think its funny that my mom was twenty when the first 'Loveless' movie came out, and now I'm almost going to be the same age and seeing I'm gonna see the sixth sequel."
"That is." Sighed the well-secluded ninja as she began to feel relief from the past tension during lunch. 'Good thing she's not thinking about that news-report at least… You know, she's been asking and looking at all of us a bit more suspiciously lately.'
At this Yuffie began to smile at how easy it was to make her dearest friend not think about what she saw… 'Man, that was a close one. Have all of us really changed…I know the Planet granted us this ability…But why, and for how many years do we have to stay like this…'
"Yuffie, Its time…" Said Erin in her mischievous soft voice as she was happy to see her friend began to snap out of her world as well and at least smile. Both girls threw each other a washcloth as they soon began their dirty-work. ::A/N:: he he he sounded weird, ne?!::
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Well here is the next chapter…Hope its not to horrible:-)
I want to thank you for every-single review, all of you are so awesome!!!
@#@ Disclaimer: I do not own anything, FFVII and all the characters are all part of the 'Square-soft world' Though I did make Erin, this heroine on this particular story…She is her own person…and will always stay that way…along with that bitch of a drunken mother.
See ya.