YK2: This is probably one of the only stories that I have everything written out before-hand..
Dracon: So, you mean this one might actually get finished!?!
YK2: If enough people like it..
Surka: How many's enough?
YK2: At least two.. That's not counting Hacker.. She's going to lie to me about it no matter what.
Dracon: That works! Multi-chapter, this time?
Surka: Please say yes!!!!
YK2: ~nods at the two morons~ Yes, it's a multi-chapter.
~Disclaimer Here~
Godesses and Generals
I sat down on my bed, head aching. I hadn't slept in close to 72 hours and was completely exhausted, but I couldn't sleep. Not after what I had seen. I had watched a man die that day. A man that I met in the midst of a war.
He was tall, a little older than myself. Long silver hair cascaded down his back. The newly-appointed general of the SinRa army. Some say the eyes are a window to the soul. If that's true, then I'm a wild fire and he's the cool drink of water I craved.
My grey eyes have always had an orange tinge near the pupils making it look as if the fire gods had infested my very eyes with flames. I wasn't anyone special, so no one cared. I was thought a witch at one point in time, then they realized I was too young to be committed to the Black Arts.
My best friend and I were both thieves, and excellent ones at that. We were both hyperactive, liked materia and other valuable or shiny objects, and a bit kleptomaniac at times. The differences? I'm tall, standing at 5' 8", she's only 5' 1" or 5' 2". I'm curvy, not at all like the stick figure she is. And my temper is usually calm, whereas she'll bite anyone's head off if they so much as look at her weird. Did I mention that I'm a commoner and she's a princess? We're no longer friends.. And for stupid reasons.
At age 15, the war between Midgar/ShinRa and my hometown, Wutai, had broken out. By the time I was 16, all of my family had died serving Wutai's army under the command of Lady Sasha Kisaragi, my best friend's mother. Second-in-Command was her son, Jouisha Kisaragi. They both died in the same battle as my family. Naturally, I blamed Midgar and ShinRa... And desperatly craved revenge for my family.
When the opposing army moved closer, invading my town, I had an assassination planned. Mistress Yuffie Kisaragi, my best friend, wanted to help, but I refused. That was why our friendship fell apart. I doubt she'd remember me if we talked today...
General Sephiroth Alkinese was in charge and on his way, unescorted, through an alley. Smiling kindly, he started to walk past me.
"Get out," my voice dripped with hatred and anger.
Stopping, he replied, "Pardon?"
"Get out!" My shuriken, a momento from my oldest brother, was up and I was ready for battle.
The general looked baffled. Why would a 16-year-old try to confront him, the almighty general of the best army on the planet, in battle? "Such prideful people," he commented.
For some unknown reason, I felt the need to comment. "Our pride is our life. Now, leave."
I watched attentively as he put a hand to his right temple as if he had a head ache. "Please understand, ma'am, that I want to be here just as much as you and your people want me to be. I don't want to be the Gods-forsaken general of this Gods damned Army of the Stupid. I'm doing this," he spoke softly in a hissing whisper, "Because my very life depends on it."
His last sentence cut through me like daggers through flesh, a warm knife through butter, and hit me hard. His life depended on it? My shuriken was lowered, my guard let down, and my anger seemed to have dissapated. My fire infested eyes looked at him, confusion and curiosity getting the better of me. "You life," I asked, "Depends on it?" He nodded. My wild imagination took over my brain for a minute, seeing the handsome man in front of me chain and being flogged. "So.. Why not hide? Order your army home, and suddenly you disappear..."
His gloved hand fell from his temple to his side, where it rested upon his mighty blade that had probably killed so many. "I've got nowhere to run. Besides," he laughed softly. "They'd find me anyway. I'm sorry, ma'am, but I never introduced myself." Ungloving his right hand, he held it out courteously. "Hello, I'm General Sephiroth Alkinese, head of Midgar/ShinRa Army."
I hooked my shuriken to my left hip, removed the fingerless glove from my right hand and, somewhat awkwardly, shook his hand. It was weird, using my right hand I mean, because 'm left handed. "I'm Gabriella," I replied.
"Gabriella, a pretty name. After the angel Gabriel?"
I smiled. I had studied other religions once upon a blue moon and knew Gabriel as the Angel of Death in most of Midgar's beliefs. "No, after an ancient goddess Gabrielle. She was the Goddess of Fortune, though I seem to have none." He laughed at my small attmept at humor. "General-"
"Sephiroth, please."
I nodded. "Sephiroth, might I.. eh.. inquire your age?"
He shrugged. "I'm eighteen. Well, I just turned eighteen three months ago." My eyes widened and curiosity grew. So young and alreasy a general? "And how old are you?"
I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, embarrassed at my age and not being either engaged or married. "16," I replied softly, in a voice not like my own.
He looked shocked. How old did he think I was? Twelve? Surely I didn't look THAT young... Did I? "Only 16? I thought you were at least 19. The way you carry yourself as an adult."
Another smile graced my face. Two in ten minutes, who was he that he could accomplish something that my own friends could not? "Excuse me, sir, but I must leave. If my Lord or Princess should find out that I have been speaking with you, then I should very well be lynched or banished."
I turned to leave, but a gloved hand rested on my right shoulder. I turned my grey, fire infested eyes to meet his eerie sea green. "Could we meet again?"
I stared for a moment longer, then smirked and shrugged. "I'm a ninja," I replied, brushing away his hand. "I'll find you." Casting haste on myself, I ran out of the alley and towards my small home. Distant thunder rumbled and I could smell the rain in the air. I would have to make a fire for warmth that night after ceremonial prayers that i wouldn't say with my family any longer.
Clouds rolled in, darkening the sky, then opening up and spilling their rains on me. I ran faster, my pants annoying and galding my thighs. My boots pounded on the crumbling sidewalk until I found my home.
~!@#$%^&*
YK2: And so... If you like it, then I would appreciate it greatly if you would-
Surka: PUH-LEASE
YK2: Leave a review. I do accept annonnymous.. or however you spell it.
Dracon: Excuse any and all mistakes she makes, she can't spell, or type, or even pass Geometry...
Surka: Uhm... Dray? Look behind you..
Dracon: Huh? ~looks behind her and sees YK2 bringing a broom down on her head~ OW!!!
Surka: Till Next Time!
AUDI!!!
-Yuffie Kisaragi2-
Dracon: So, you mean this one might actually get finished!?!
YK2: If enough people like it..
Surka: How many's enough?
YK2: At least two.. That's not counting Hacker.. She's going to lie to me about it no matter what.
Dracon: That works! Multi-chapter, this time?
Surka: Please say yes!!!!
YK2: ~nods at the two morons~ Yes, it's a multi-chapter.
~Disclaimer Here~
Godesses and Generals
I sat down on my bed, head aching. I hadn't slept in close to 72 hours and was completely exhausted, but I couldn't sleep. Not after what I had seen. I had watched a man die that day. A man that I met in the midst of a war.
He was tall, a little older than myself. Long silver hair cascaded down his back. The newly-appointed general of the SinRa army. Some say the eyes are a window to the soul. If that's true, then I'm a wild fire and he's the cool drink of water I craved.
My grey eyes have always had an orange tinge near the pupils making it look as if the fire gods had infested my very eyes with flames. I wasn't anyone special, so no one cared. I was thought a witch at one point in time, then they realized I was too young to be committed to the Black Arts.
My best friend and I were both thieves, and excellent ones at that. We were both hyperactive, liked materia and other valuable or shiny objects, and a bit kleptomaniac at times. The differences? I'm tall, standing at 5' 8", she's only 5' 1" or 5' 2". I'm curvy, not at all like the stick figure she is. And my temper is usually calm, whereas she'll bite anyone's head off if they so much as look at her weird. Did I mention that I'm a commoner and she's a princess? We're no longer friends.. And for stupid reasons.
At age 15, the war between Midgar/ShinRa and my hometown, Wutai, had broken out. By the time I was 16, all of my family had died serving Wutai's army under the command of Lady Sasha Kisaragi, my best friend's mother. Second-in-Command was her son, Jouisha Kisaragi. They both died in the same battle as my family. Naturally, I blamed Midgar and ShinRa... And desperatly craved revenge for my family.
When the opposing army moved closer, invading my town, I had an assassination planned. Mistress Yuffie Kisaragi, my best friend, wanted to help, but I refused. That was why our friendship fell apart. I doubt she'd remember me if we talked today...
General Sephiroth Alkinese was in charge and on his way, unescorted, through an alley. Smiling kindly, he started to walk past me.
"Get out," my voice dripped with hatred and anger.
Stopping, he replied, "Pardon?"
"Get out!" My shuriken, a momento from my oldest brother, was up and I was ready for battle.
The general looked baffled. Why would a 16-year-old try to confront him, the almighty general of the best army on the planet, in battle? "Such prideful people," he commented.
For some unknown reason, I felt the need to comment. "Our pride is our life. Now, leave."
I watched attentively as he put a hand to his right temple as if he had a head ache. "Please understand, ma'am, that I want to be here just as much as you and your people want me to be. I don't want to be the Gods-forsaken general of this Gods damned Army of the Stupid. I'm doing this," he spoke softly in a hissing whisper, "Because my very life depends on it."
His last sentence cut through me like daggers through flesh, a warm knife through butter, and hit me hard. His life depended on it? My shuriken was lowered, my guard let down, and my anger seemed to have dissapated. My fire infested eyes looked at him, confusion and curiosity getting the better of me. "You life," I asked, "Depends on it?" He nodded. My wild imagination took over my brain for a minute, seeing the handsome man in front of me chain and being flogged. "So.. Why not hide? Order your army home, and suddenly you disappear..."
His gloved hand fell from his temple to his side, where it rested upon his mighty blade that had probably killed so many. "I've got nowhere to run. Besides," he laughed softly. "They'd find me anyway. I'm sorry, ma'am, but I never introduced myself." Ungloving his right hand, he held it out courteously. "Hello, I'm General Sephiroth Alkinese, head of Midgar/ShinRa Army."
I hooked my shuriken to my left hip, removed the fingerless glove from my right hand and, somewhat awkwardly, shook his hand. It was weird, using my right hand I mean, because 'm left handed. "I'm Gabriella," I replied.
"Gabriella, a pretty name. After the angel Gabriel?"
I smiled. I had studied other religions once upon a blue moon and knew Gabriel as the Angel of Death in most of Midgar's beliefs. "No, after an ancient goddess Gabrielle. She was the Goddess of Fortune, though I seem to have none." He laughed at my small attmept at humor. "General-"
"Sephiroth, please."
I nodded. "Sephiroth, might I.. eh.. inquire your age?"
He shrugged. "I'm eighteen. Well, I just turned eighteen three months ago." My eyes widened and curiosity grew. So young and alreasy a general? "And how old are you?"
I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, embarrassed at my age and not being either engaged or married. "16," I replied softly, in a voice not like my own.
He looked shocked. How old did he think I was? Twelve? Surely I didn't look THAT young... Did I? "Only 16? I thought you were at least 19. The way you carry yourself as an adult."
Another smile graced my face. Two in ten minutes, who was he that he could accomplish something that my own friends could not? "Excuse me, sir, but I must leave. If my Lord or Princess should find out that I have been speaking with you, then I should very well be lynched or banished."
I turned to leave, but a gloved hand rested on my right shoulder. I turned my grey, fire infested eyes to meet his eerie sea green. "Could we meet again?"
I stared for a moment longer, then smirked and shrugged. "I'm a ninja," I replied, brushing away his hand. "I'll find you." Casting haste on myself, I ran out of the alley and towards my small home. Distant thunder rumbled and I could smell the rain in the air. I would have to make a fire for warmth that night after ceremonial prayers that i wouldn't say with my family any longer.
Clouds rolled in, darkening the sky, then opening up and spilling their rains on me. I ran faster, my pants annoying and galding my thighs. My boots pounded on the crumbling sidewalk until I found my home.
~!@#$%^&*
YK2: And so... If you like it, then I would appreciate it greatly if you would-
Surka: PUH-LEASE
YK2: Leave a review. I do accept annonnymous.. or however you spell it.
Dracon: Excuse any and all mistakes she makes, she can't spell, or type, or even pass Geometry...
Surka: Uhm... Dray? Look behind you..
Dracon: Huh? ~looks behind her and sees YK2 bringing a broom down on her head~ OW!!!
Surka: Till Next Time!
AUDI!!!
-Yuffie Kisaragi2-