Chapter Three - The Promise We Made
(I hope plenty of people are reading and enjoying this, even if they're not reviewing. Thanks for the reviews so far Firefly! Please keep it up! In honour of your great support I'm going to add a special character in your honour! Don't hate me if you don't like it, I couldn't tell if you were male or female so I made a judgement call! *shrinks and hides in case he gets it wrong* And for all those who read this, PLEASE, review it. This story really is a labour of love!)
(EEK! This Chapter contains some nudity and mild sexual situations!)
What To Expect In This Chapter:
We meet two very attractive young women
We see the welcome return of an old ally as well as an old enemy
Tragedy strikes for one of the Wings
And we meet a very special boy.
It begins...
With the sunrise came a chill in the air, and again, it began to snow. For the two women trudging over the crest of the hill, it was cold enough in their skimpy costumes, and if they didn't find some shelter soon, they knew the adverse conditions would be hazardous for their health. The first woman was taller by a good six inches than her companion, and stunning with her curly blonde locks, honey shaped face and curvacious frame. She wore a skintight baby-pink one-piece swimming costume with a fuzzy rabbit tail upon her rear end, with tall white ears that sprouted from a carefully concealed hairband in her hair. The second woman was shorter and far more slight, with short ebony hair vertically streaked with amber, framing a round face nearly filled with her soulful brown eyes. This woman wore an equally figure hugging one-piece, but this one was mostly black with slashes of gold silk across it, as well as chunky coal-coloured boots and translucent wings attatched to her back.
Honey and Bunny were quite aware that they looked ridiculous, but as 'special' dancers in the Toybox Club, their costumes had to be eye grabbing if they were going to get the better tips and customers. But what circumstances would find two young women without any protection trudging through the hills in the snow, with suitcases in each hand? As it becomes apparent they are holding a conversation, let us join in...
"Bunny, I'm cold! Can't we stop for just a second?" moaned Honey, "If we don't, I'm going to get worn out!"
"No!" replied Bunny, a little sharper than she intended, "If we stop, frostbite will set in and then we'll never get going again! We have to keep walking. If we do - if we do - then we'll find shelter!"
It was six hours since the UltigaBlizarra had decimated Midgaard, and seven hours since Bunny, who had been plagued with mild prophetic visions and dreams of fortelling since a young age, had seen Midgaard destroyed in her mind's eye. Honey had been Bunny's only friend since the sweet and innocent girl from the farms outside of Midgaard had appeared in the club, looking to make some extra money - and it had been only Honey who Bunny had shared this secret information with. If it hadn't been for Bunny's tearful insistency, and Honey's painful menstrual cramps earning her the day off, Honey would be entombed in Midgaard.
Biting her lip nervously, Honey kept quiet and they kept walking in silence. She looked up at the moon, heavy and creamy in the sky which was already turning from navy to a rich azure while the dull glow of the sun appeared slowly, dispelling night and bringing the day. But the sun didn't bring any warmth. Bunny, who knew a little of the Materia System, explained that summoning such incredible elemental energy had changed the environment, possibly for good. It hadn't been just ice that had coated Midgaard, but pure Ice Materia dotted within the actual ice, meaning that it wouldn't melt unless vast quantities of Fire Materia were unleashed.
A cry nearby made Honey look up, and cry out herself. A boy was running towards them, slender, tall and toned, dressed in rags and his long blonde quills of hair streamed out behind him. Behind him came a tall, lumbering shape, violent in its cruel, muscular glory. Small glowing eyes were set deep in its ruined face, and whenever it opened its mouth to roar, it revealed rotten stumps of teeth. Through the snow, breath bursting from his mouth, he ran. And for Honey, time slowed, turning to syrup, as though she were entombed in the ice itself, watching everything unfold. She was used to panicking, she was a nervous, flighty creature by nature, not helped by the fact that it was 'that time of the month'.
"We have to help him! He must be another survivor!" squeaked Bunny.
"Are you mad?" croaked Honey, "He's doomed!"
Bunny threw the suitcase in front of her and opened it quickly. Throwing out clothes this way and that, she plucked out a small wooden box from the very bottom, then opened it, plucking out the small globe of grey, ashen Materia that was secreted within. The Materia had actually been fitted onto a strap of white leather which she swiftly fixed around her wrist and drew tight, so that it now actually resembled a rather tasting ornament in keeping with her outfit. But Honey knew that no Materia was a useless trinket. It just took her by surprise that quiet, simple Bunny actually had it.
"Bunny!" cried Honey, "Don't do anything stupid!"
But Bunny was off and running. She intercepted the beast before it could reach the boy and threw out both hands, but the creature lashed out and knocked her to one side, claws hooking slightly on her costume and tearing it down the side so that the top half came free, setting free her full, firm breasts, sending her tumbling into the snow. Not one to be embarassed by such a turn of events since she had bathed frequently with her siblings and cousins at a younger age, she managed to clamber to her feet, ignoring the pain of the fall and the chill on her skin, she took a strong stance.
Now, the creature had stopped and fixed its eyes upon her. It snarled slowly and cruelly, but its attentions weren't violence any longer. It took a step forwards, and then another. But Bunny wouldn't tolerate its presence a second longer. Narrowing her eyes and focusing her mind onto the orb at her wrist, she cast her hands towards the beast and called the name of her spell aloud, "AERO!", and at that, razor sharp gusts of air tore at her opponent, slicing through ripe, putrid flesh, tearing at muscular lips and severing veins, then arteries. The beast growled and burbled as blood filled its lungs and mouth, coughing and spluttering as it was torn at for a good few more minutes until it fell wasted to the ground.
Silence.
Honey looked at Bunny.
The boy looked at Bunny.
Bunny gazed only at the beast she had eradicated...
The boy looks at her, admiring her slender legs, toned stomach and delicious breasts, feeling something deep within himself stir and thicken. But he dispels that fantasy quickly. The girl of his dreams is dead and this is some separate, albeit lovely vision...
Having shrugged into new clothes, not much more substantial than the first set, Bunny took her time in putting the young man at ease while Honey stood nervously to one side.
"I'm Bunny, this is Honey!" she declared cheerfully, "And you're...?"
"Nimbus." replied the young man in calm, emotionless tones, "Nimbus Cloud."
"That's a nice name!" replied the dancer, "And I'm glad the introductions were so easy! You see, we come from Midgaard. Do you?"
He shook his head, and Bunny found herself a little transfixed by just how handsome he was.
"I'm..."
"I'm..."
Both blushed, realising they had started to talk at the same time.
Honey, having seen this kind of spectacle play out before between the numerous romantic trysts developing in Toybox, rolled her eyes and stepped between them.
"Nimbus, Bunny! I'm not sure about you guys, but I really do think we're going to need some help!" she stated firmly, "Its snowing and its not like we're going to survive out here if it gets much worse!"
Trying to ignore her burning cheeks, Bunny asked, "Nimbus - where exactly do you come from? If you're not from Midgaard, where?"
Nimbus shrugged, "Around. Why, where do you want to go?"
Honey glanced at Bunny, their eyes locking. Two attractive young women with no qualifications bar dancing? They had a good idea. Turning back to Nimbus, Bunny replied, "The Golden Saucer?"
The boy shrugged, not startled or surprised despite the fact that the Golden Saucer was thousands of miles away.
"I can take you there," he said, "If you really want?"
The girls must have not spoken for a while, because Nimbus had to gently prod Bunny just to make sure she hadn't frozen solid. Bunny yelped as though his fingers were boiling hot and replied, "How? You haven't got decent clothes, any Materia, so how in the world could you get us to the Golden Saucer?"
Again, Nimbus shrugged, slightly arrogantly, as if to say that nothing was impossible for him. Then, dropping his trousers and shrugging out of his shirt, he revealed the glassy white Materia sewn into the space between his nipples, then the line of smaller, penny sized Materia pieces in a line all the way down to his groin. So pale was the Materia that it appeared almost a part of his skin, so that beneath the tattered rags, it had actually cast the illusion of skin.
"But... If you had all that Materia, why didn't you use it to kill that monster?" asked Honey, a little set back by his nudity, since she was only used to the naked female form.
"Because the old Molog wasn't trying to kill me. He and I were friends, well, acquaintances. We were just running. And, if you hadn't noticed, I was hardly in trouble..." said Nimbus simply.
Bunny blanched. She'd killed the monster without realising he and Nimbus were friends? Feeling sick in the pit of her stomach that she hadn't assessed the situation, she murmured, "Oh dear... I'm dreadfully sorry Nimbus! I didn't think!"
Again, Nimbus shrugged.
"The Molog was old, he wouldn't have survived this cold weather anyway. Its no big deal..."
Looking into his glassy eyes, Bunny realised he was speaking the exact truth. It didn't affect him on any level whatsoever.
"Now, I'll use my Materia. You won't have heard of it. Its called the Shift Materia. It moves things from one place to another. In this case, I'll move us to the Golden Saucer. So if you'll please take ahold of my hands?"
They stepped nearer, Honey taking his right hand, Bunny taking his left, then as the warm milky glow of the Materia swept out to envelop them, they faded, dwindling to point and disappearing...
The presence stirred beneath the old city, desperate for the warmth of the sun. But no. Here it was, confined within steel reinforced by Metal Materia. It was terrible. She wanted release. She wanted fingers to touch her skin, lips to meet her mouth, a tongue to flicker against hers. She had desires. Wicked, powerful desires that would send any living thing skittering towards their burrows and hiding holes. Yet, as the heartbeat came closer, pounding through her head, she realised something came close.
Hunger.
Nothing alive had come to the Shinra Corp building since Meteor had burned in the sky above Midgaard, and Complete Jennova had been left alone. But, something powerful drew close, something powerful, something male. She wanted warmth and power. She would have both.
Time had slowed Jennova's body, but not her soul. She knew that her own power drew this presence deeper into the building. In a confrontation, she might lose, but to be touched, to be delighted by violence, she would surrender her soul to death if it meant she could fight one more time...
Diamond enjoyed the silence of the Shinra Corp's lower levels. Had he been amongst the upper levels, but had not enjoyed the sunlight that lanced through ruined windows. Aside from the sunlight, the broken windows had also allowed life to find its way into the dark corridors, from the twittering birds to the small creeping foxes, the little beast and the lumbering, Shinra was used not by humans, but by the beasts.
The dome had caught his attention almost immediately. It remained perfectly polished, its smooth surface glistening even though was practically no light. He reasoned, quite correctly, that it was his inate ability to sense the power levels of any sentient being, that made the dome stand out so much. Stepping through the darkness, leaving his passage immortalised by his delicate footsteps, he walked towards his destiny...
"Dodge it!" cried Aeris, spinning to one side, lashing out with her staff and catching the Ninja-Zombie on its arm. The soft flesh tore and old bones cracked under the impact, forcing the Ninja-Zombie to land awkwardly, totter and stumble towards the kittens instead.
Red would not have his young targeted so. Leaping forwards, he got between the Ninja-Zombie and its prey, slowly calling upon the dull Fire Materia secreted in his head band. Fire came to his call, a small orb of flame that danced forth and struck the rotting fiend, eating up its flesh and lapping at the bones, reducing it to dust and ash that scattered it to the breeze before its undead mind fully realised oblivion.
As they rested from the assault, Aeris glanced at the beautiful building atop the hill with its open walkways and beautiful Oriental architecture. So this is what it came down to? Had the years after her death been so bad for Yuffie, that the family owning this Dojo had to incant a Ninja Curse? It seemed so. Anyone trespassing upon these hills would incur the wrath of the Ninja Undead. And it would get far worse before it improved.
"We've rested enough. We're continuing." growled Red.
With her full healing powers not yet regained, Aeris gathered her skirts and stood, joining the three felines as they walked towards - what? A ressurection? A fight?
Who knew?
Have you heard me?
Have you heard my dreams?
You've been here for days now. But you've not left.
He left. That Ruby creature.
His mind is broken. I can't control separate pieces.
You are sane.
Too sane.
I can use you...
The door would not open to the hand, but the metal rang and screamed as Diamond's sword sliced effortlessly through it. He allowed himself a slight smile of delight as he retracted the blade, until he realised that the unusual weight he felt, was a naked arm attatched to it, the hand of which curled slightly around the sharp edge. Pulling harder, a complete form, clinging to the blade, came with it. Slender, naked, voluptuous, delicious. Hair slick with the liquid she had been preserved in, form glistening and damp. It all happened so quickly that Diamond was utterly shocked and surprised.
She, however, was not so surprised.
She, however, responded quickly.
Hands clamped to his face, lips met his, her tongue forcing into his mouth. Diamond stumbled back under her advances, but her tongue liquified and flowed into his throat while her hands vapourised, tendrils creeping into his eyes, ears, nose and mouth. It was violation of the highest kind and Diamond, dropping his sword, could only scream and flounder, throwing his weight this way and that as his veins pulsed harder and harder, flowing with the blood of two, not one, his heart hammering and pounding furiously.
I assault, assimilate and control.
I will have your touch.
I will have your body.
I am Jennova.
I simply Am.
He falls to the floor, striking his head on the corner of a metal table on his way down.
The unconscious state makes it easier for the advances of Jennova, slowly but surely creeping through his system...
The entire assault took twenty seconds.
The result would last a hundred lifetimes...
He sits in an abandoned room, in a place we cannot tell is here, nor there. All we can tell is that he is male, carefully sculpted and delicate, but far from frail. If anything, a mystical air prevails around him, from the long black hair, to the wide green eyes, and the yellow circular tattoo slashed with black below his left eye. In large hands he cups a large, green ball of glass, the surface of which shifts and changes as he alters the pressure upon it.
What does he see?
Aeris and company climbing the hill.
Honey, Bunny and Nimbus travelling to the Golden Saucer.
Diamond struggling beneath the weight of Jennova.
Ruby, spreading sadistic delight and destruction across the frozen Midgaard.
The mystic Firefly stands, smiling as events fall into place.
"And now, for my part," he murmurs, taking the staff which rests by a pile of astrological charts, and heading towards the door...
END OF PART THREE,
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!
(I hope plenty of people are reading and enjoying this, even if they're not reviewing. Thanks for the reviews so far Firefly! Please keep it up! In honour of your great support I'm going to add a special character in your honour! Don't hate me if you don't like it, I couldn't tell if you were male or female so I made a judgement call! *shrinks and hides in case he gets it wrong* And for all those who read this, PLEASE, review it. This story really is a labour of love!)
(EEK! This Chapter contains some nudity and mild sexual situations!)
What To Expect In This Chapter:
We meet two very attractive young women
We see the welcome return of an old ally as well as an old enemy
Tragedy strikes for one of the Wings
And we meet a very special boy.
It begins...
With the sunrise came a chill in the air, and again, it began to snow. For the two women trudging over the crest of the hill, it was cold enough in their skimpy costumes, and if they didn't find some shelter soon, they knew the adverse conditions would be hazardous for their health. The first woman was taller by a good six inches than her companion, and stunning with her curly blonde locks, honey shaped face and curvacious frame. She wore a skintight baby-pink one-piece swimming costume with a fuzzy rabbit tail upon her rear end, with tall white ears that sprouted from a carefully concealed hairband in her hair. The second woman was shorter and far more slight, with short ebony hair vertically streaked with amber, framing a round face nearly filled with her soulful brown eyes. This woman wore an equally figure hugging one-piece, but this one was mostly black with slashes of gold silk across it, as well as chunky coal-coloured boots and translucent wings attatched to her back.
Honey and Bunny were quite aware that they looked ridiculous, but as 'special' dancers in the Toybox Club, their costumes had to be eye grabbing if they were going to get the better tips and customers. But what circumstances would find two young women without any protection trudging through the hills in the snow, with suitcases in each hand? As it becomes apparent they are holding a conversation, let us join in...
"Bunny, I'm cold! Can't we stop for just a second?" moaned Honey, "If we don't, I'm going to get worn out!"
"No!" replied Bunny, a little sharper than she intended, "If we stop, frostbite will set in and then we'll never get going again! We have to keep walking. If we do - if we do - then we'll find shelter!"
It was six hours since the UltigaBlizarra had decimated Midgaard, and seven hours since Bunny, who had been plagued with mild prophetic visions and dreams of fortelling since a young age, had seen Midgaard destroyed in her mind's eye. Honey had been Bunny's only friend since the sweet and innocent girl from the farms outside of Midgaard had appeared in the club, looking to make some extra money - and it had been only Honey who Bunny had shared this secret information with. If it hadn't been for Bunny's tearful insistency, and Honey's painful menstrual cramps earning her the day off, Honey would be entombed in Midgaard.
Biting her lip nervously, Honey kept quiet and they kept walking in silence. She looked up at the moon, heavy and creamy in the sky which was already turning from navy to a rich azure while the dull glow of the sun appeared slowly, dispelling night and bringing the day. But the sun didn't bring any warmth. Bunny, who knew a little of the Materia System, explained that summoning such incredible elemental energy had changed the environment, possibly for good. It hadn't been just ice that had coated Midgaard, but pure Ice Materia dotted within the actual ice, meaning that it wouldn't melt unless vast quantities of Fire Materia were unleashed.
A cry nearby made Honey look up, and cry out herself. A boy was running towards them, slender, tall and toned, dressed in rags and his long blonde quills of hair streamed out behind him. Behind him came a tall, lumbering shape, violent in its cruel, muscular glory. Small glowing eyes were set deep in its ruined face, and whenever it opened its mouth to roar, it revealed rotten stumps of teeth. Through the snow, breath bursting from his mouth, he ran. And for Honey, time slowed, turning to syrup, as though she were entombed in the ice itself, watching everything unfold. She was used to panicking, she was a nervous, flighty creature by nature, not helped by the fact that it was 'that time of the month'.
"We have to help him! He must be another survivor!" squeaked Bunny.
"Are you mad?" croaked Honey, "He's doomed!"
Bunny threw the suitcase in front of her and opened it quickly. Throwing out clothes this way and that, she plucked out a small wooden box from the very bottom, then opened it, plucking out the small globe of grey, ashen Materia that was secreted within. The Materia had actually been fitted onto a strap of white leather which she swiftly fixed around her wrist and drew tight, so that it now actually resembled a rather tasting ornament in keeping with her outfit. But Honey knew that no Materia was a useless trinket. It just took her by surprise that quiet, simple Bunny actually had it.
"Bunny!" cried Honey, "Don't do anything stupid!"
But Bunny was off and running. She intercepted the beast before it could reach the boy and threw out both hands, but the creature lashed out and knocked her to one side, claws hooking slightly on her costume and tearing it down the side so that the top half came free, setting free her full, firm breasts, sending her tumbling into the snow. Not one to be embarassed by such a turn of events since she had bathed frequently with her siblings and cousins at a younger age, she managed to clamber to her feet, ignoring the pain of the fall and the chill on her skin, she took a strong stance.
Now, the creature had stopped and fixed its eyes upon her. It snarled slowly and cruelly, but its attentions weren't violence any longer. It took a step forwards, and then another. But Bunny wouldn't tolerate its presence a second longer. Narrowing her eyes and focusing her mind onto the orb at her wrist, she cast her hands towards the beast and called the name of her spell aloud, "AERO!", and at that, razor sharp gusts of air tore at her opponent, slicing through ripe, putrid flesh, tearing at muscular lips and severing veins, then arteries. The beast growled and burbled as blood filled its lungs and mouth, coughing and spluttering as it was torn at for a good few more minutes until it fell wasted to the ground.
Silence.
Honey looked at Bunny.
The boy looked at Bunny.
Bunny gazed only at the beast she had eradicated...
The boy looks at her, admiring her slender legs, toned stomach and delicious breasts, feeling something deep within himself stir and thicken. But he dispels that fantasy quickly. The girl of his dreams is dead and this is some separate, albeit lovely vision...
Having shrugged into new clothes, not much more substantial than the first set, Bunny took her time in putting the young man at ease while Honey stood nervously to one side.
"I'm Bunny, this is Honey!" she declared cheerfully, "And you're...?"
"Nimbus." replied the young man in calm, emotionless tones, "Nimbus Cloud."
"That's a nice name!" replied the dancer, "And I'm glad the introductions were so easy! You see, we come from Midgaard. Do you?"
He shook his head, and Bunny found herself a little transfixed by just how handsome he was.
"I'm..."
"I'm..."
Both blushed, realising they had started to talk at the same time.
Honey, having seen this kind of spectacle play out before between the numerous romantic trysts developing in Toybox, rolled her eyes and stepped between them.
"Nimbus, Bunny! I'm not sure about you guys, but I really do think we're going to need some help!" she stated firmly, "Its snowing and its not like we're going to survive out here if it gets much worse!"
Trying to ignore her burning cheeks, Bunny asked, "Nimbus - where exactly do you come from? If you're not from Midgaard, where?"
Nimbus shrugged, "Around. Why, where do you want to go?"
Honey glanced at Bunny, their eyes locking. Two attractive young women with no qualifications bar dancing? They had a good idea. Turning back to Nimbus, Bunny replied, "The Golden Saucer?"
The boy shrugged, not startled or surprised despite the fact that the Golden Saucer was thousands of miles away.
"I can take you there," he said, "If you really want?"
The girls must have not spoken for a while, because Nimbus had to gently prod Bunny just to make sure she hadn't frozen solid. Bunny yelped as though his fingers were boiling hot and replied, "How? You haven't got decent clothes, any Materia, so how in the world could you get us to the Golden Saucer?"
Again, Nimbus shrugged, slightly arrogantly, as if to say that nothing was impossible for him. Then, dropping his trousers and shrugging out of his shirt, he revealed the glassy white Materia sewn into the space between his nipples, then the line of smaller, penny sized Materia pieces in a line all the way down to his groin. So pale was the Materia that it appeared almost a part of his skin, so that beneath the tattered rags, it had actually cast the illusion of skin.
"But... If you had all that Materia, why didn't you use it to kill that monster?" asked Honey, a little set back by his nudity, since she was only used to the naked female form.
"Because the old Molog wasn't trying to kill me. He and I were friends, well, acquaintances. We were just running. And, if you hadn't noticed, I was hardly in trouble..." said Nimbus simply.
Bunny blanched. She'd killed the monster without realising he and Nimbus were friends? Feeling sick in the pit of her stomach that she hadn't assessed the situation, she murmured, "Oh dear... I'm dreadfully sorry Nimbus! I didn't think!"
Again, Nimbus shrugged.
"The Molog was old, he wouldn't have survived this cold weather anyway. Its no big deal..."
Looking into his glassy eyes, Bunny realised he was speaking the exact truth. It didn't affect him on any level whatsoever.
"Now, I'll use my Materia. You won't have heard of it. Its called the Shift Materia. It moves things from one place to another. In this case, I'll move us to the Golden Saucer. So if you'll please take ahold of my hands?"
They stepped nearer, Honey taking his right hand, Bunny taking his left, then as the warm milky glow of the Materia swept out to envelop them, they faded, dwindling to point and disappearing...
The presence stirred beneath the old city, desperate for the warmth of the sun. But no. Here it was, confined within steel reinforced by Metal Materia. It was terrible. She wanted release. She wanted fingers to touch her skin, lips to meet her mouth, a tongue to flicker against hers. She had desires. Wicked, powerful desires that would send any living thing skittering towards their burrows and hiding holes. Yet, as the heartbeat came closer, pounding through her head, she realised something came close.
Hunger.
Nothing alive had come to the Shinra Corp building since Meteor had burned in the sky above Midgaard, and Complete Jennova had been left alone. But, something powerful drew close, something powerful, something male. She wanted warmth and power. She would have both.
Time had slowed Jennova's body, but not her soul. She knew that her own power drew this presence deeper into the building. In a confrontation, she might lose, but to be touched, to be delighted by violence, she would surrender her soul to death if it meant she could fight one more time...
Diamond enjoyed the silence of the Shinra Corp's lower levels. Had he been amongst the upper levels, but had not enjoyed the sunlight that lanced through ruined windows. Aside from the sunlight, the broken windows had also allowed life to find its way into the dark corridors, from the twittering birds to the small creeping foxes, the little beast and the lumbering, Shinra was used not by humans, but by the beasts.
The dome had caught his attention almost immediately. It remained perfectly polished, its smooth surface glistening even though was practically no light. He reasoned, quite correctly, that it was his inate ability to sense the power levels of any sentient being, that made the dome stand out so much. Stepping through the darkness, leaving his passage immortalised by his delicate footsteps, he walked towards his destiny...
"Dodge it!" cried Aeris, spinning to one side, lashing out with her staff and catching the Ninja-Zombie on its arm. The soft flesh tore and old bones cracked under the impact, forcing the Ninja-Zombie to land awkwardly, totter and stumble towards the kittens instead.
Red would not have his young targeted so. Leaping forwards, he got between the Ninja-Zombie and its prey, slowly calling upon the dull Fire Materia secreted in his head band. Fire came to his call, a small orb of flame that danced forth and struck the rotting fiend, eating up its flesh and lapping at the bones, reducing it to dust and ash that scattered it to the breeze before its undead mind fully realised oblivion.
As they rested from the assault, Aeris glanced at the beautiful building atop the hill with its open walkways and beautiful Oriental architecture. So this is what it came down to? Had the years after her death been so bad for Yuffie, that the family owning this Dojo had to incant a Ninja Curse? It seemed so. Anyone trespassing upon these hills would incur the wrath of the Ninja Undead. And it would get far worse before it improved.
"We've rested enough. We're continuing." growled Red.
With her full healing powers not yet regained, Aeris gathered her skirts and stood, joining the three felines as they walked towards - what? A ressurection? A fight?
Who knew?
Have you heard me?
Have you heard my dreams?
You've been here for days now. But you've not left.
He left. That Ruby creature.
His mind is broken. I can't control separate pieces.
You are sane.
Too sane.
I can use you...
The door would not open to the hand, but the metal rang and screamed as Diamond's sword sliced effortlessly through it. He allowed himself a slight smile of delight as he retracted the blade, until he realised that the unusual weight he felt, was a naked arm attatched to it, the hand of which curled slightly around the sharp edge. Pulling harder, a complete form, clinging to the blade, came with it. Slender, naked, voluptuous, delicious. Hair slick with the liquid she had been preserved in, form glistening and damp. It all happened so quickly that Diamond was utterly shocked and surprised.
She, however, was not so surprised.
She, however, responded quickly.
Hands clamped to his face, lips met his, her tongue forcing into his mouth. Diamond stumbled back under her advances, but her tongue liquified and flowed into his throat while her hands vapourised, tendrils creeping into his eyes, ears, nose and mouth. It was violation of the highest kind and Diamond, dropping his sword, could only scream and flounder, throwing his weight this way and that as his veins pulsed harder and harder, flowing with the blood of two, not one, his heart hammering and pounding furiously.
I assault, assimilate and control.
I will have your touch.
I will have your body.
I am Jennova.
I simply Am.
He falls to the floor, striking his head on the corner of a metal table on his way down.
The unconscious state makes it easier for the advances of Jennova, slowly but surely creeping through his system...
The entire assault took twenty seconds.
The result would last a hundred lifetimes...
He sits in an abandoned room, in a place we cannot tell is here, nor there. All we can tell is that he is male, carefully sculpted and delicate, but far from frail. If anything, a mystical air prevails around him, from the long black hair, to the wide green eyes, and the yellow circular tattoo slashed with black below his left eye. In large hands he cups a large, green ball of glass, the surface of which shifts and changes as he alters the pressure upon it.
What does he see?
Aeris and company climbing the hill.
Honey, Bunny and Nimbus travelling to the Golden Saucer.
Diamond struggling beneath the weight of Jennova.
Ruby, spreading sadistic delight and destruction across the frozen Midgaard.
The mystic Firefly stands, smiling as events fall into place.
"And now, for my part," he murmurs, taking the staff which rests by a pile of astrological charts, and heading towards the door...
END OF PART THREE,
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!