A/N- Forgot to mention...Sabin, Cain, and Edgar are all my creations therefore I own them...No steal.

Chapter Three: Leone, Sabin; Frior, Edgar.

Well, everything seemed to be going smoothly.

The people went on with life trying to regroup and pick up a past that they all had loved but lost. However, amongst the darkness of an alleyway evil already lurked.

"You could've at least worn street clothes. You're too suspicious."

"Hey! I like these clothes -- They smell good."

"...You're too suspicious." Sabin repeated rather irritated that she was partnered up with this rookie. Eh, well, he wasn't really a rookie but he sure did act like one. A sigh passed through pale lips as Sabin leaned up against the alleyway wall with her broad-katana next to her and arms folded. Edgar stood at the alleyway entrance people staring at him oddly when they walked passed.

"Edgar, you idiot, would you please step aside?" Sabin groaned.

"Don't call me an idiot! And fine." Edgar snapped back then side-stepped so he could look at Sabin and allowing her to watch the bustling street. Sabin's dark honey colored eyes searched the crowd intently, those flecks of winter ice blue circling around her pupils. Edgar frowned and checked his wrist watch. It read: Noon.

"Uhm, Miss. Sabin, where is he?"

"Give him time."

"Right-o."

"...Don't say that," Sabin glanced over to him. "You're a Turk! Not some chickenwuss."

"HEY!" Edgar yelled making some people stop in mid-walking and stare at the two. Sabin's right eye twitched as she waved and gestured for the city dwellers to keep walking. Then, her lethal glare shot at Edgar which made him hush up.

Sabin's keen eyes quickly spotted out their prey: Cloud Strife. He was making his way through the crowd giving people the flyers or posting them up on building windows. Sabin smirked in her arrogant way and cocked her head for Edgar to follow. Together they trudged along behind Cloud making sure to stay behind so he wouldn't notice.

"Allow me to handle this, Edgar." Sabin lowered her tone, Edgar nodded and stepped back into the crowd only going to watch though deep down he was rather annoyed. Sabin's step became quicker until she caught up with Cloud who was handing out more flyers. She tapped him on the shoulder that was free from the shoulder guard.

Cloud turned around to see the young female warrior. She wore all black all say for that waist-length silver braid and some of those tresses hiding the left side of her face giving her that mysterious feel. Cloud blinked -- He was sword less at the moment.

"Yes?" He asked.

"What're you handing out?" Sabin canted her head to the papers under his arm. He took another one out and handed it to her, she accepted and looked down at the paper.

In three weeks the new ruler of Hollow Bastion will be hosting a "Welcome Back Ball" everyone who lives in Hollow Bastion is invited! Remember to dress formally. The ball will start at 7:00 PM three weeks on a Saturday. Hope to see you there!

Sabin raised a brow, kept on that smirk, and allowed her eyes to readjust up to Cloud who still stood there handing out more flyers for passer-byers.

"A Welcome Back Ball..." Sabin trailed off, Cloud glanced at her again looking over her weapon, he's never seen a katana that long and would respect her skill.

"Yeah..." Cloud, being the resident he is of Bastion, never remembered a female warrior before. "Are you new here?" He asked, quite suspiciously. Sabin nodded slowly.

"Indeed. Call me Sabin Leone -- Dragoon master and broad-katana wielder. You?"

"Cloud Strife."

"Ah, no big title. Just a simple warrior. Anyway, good day." Sabin gave another nod then turned on a heel for Edgar who awaited in the alley-way boredly. Cloud watched her with his eyes narrowed down, his suspicion rising, but, he went back out to handing out the papers.

"What?! You didn't fight?!" Edgar exclaimed and glared at Sabin, she was leaning up against the wall yet again looking down at the flyer casually.

"Edgar, I do not know how you got accepted as a Turk." Sabin replied coolly. Edgar opened up his mouth, but, snapped it back up and glanced down at the paper.

"What's that?"

"Our newest mission. Lets go and find Cain."

"My Turks already have things set," Reno grinned and drank down his vodka that Sephiroth offered him. Together they sat in Sephiroth's massive office with the general leaned back in his chair just reading the notes that Cain had put together with a unemotional expression. Reno swished around the remaining liquid in his glass then took the last sip heartily and went on. "Sabin is truly a great special agent. Too bad she's seventeen I would've ask 'er on a date."

"You could but it would be illegal," Sephiroth joked. "A ball. That will leave everyone unarmed."

"Mmhm. We just need your input and a-okay." Reno slurred at tad. Sephiroth raised his mako-drenched eyes.

"You and your Turks will do this plan precisely or it won't work at all..." And Sephiroth explained his plan.

The sun was falling down into the horizon for it's slumber. The moon would take in it's shift for the night and the pinks would slowly fade and morph into dark reds within the somewhat cloudy sky; it looked like a painting a mastered artist would have made and accomplished.

And in Bastion's castle, within the lobby with the fountain, Leon taught Cid how to dance.

"Flow like water! Be one with the music!"

"Holy crap Squall, you ever thought on doin' poetry?"

"...That wasn't funny. And it's Leon." Leon folded his arms over his chest, right now he had his jacket off showing off those toned muscles that he has tended to over the years. Cid cackled out a rugged laugh and shook his head.

"C'mon, Leon, lighten up."

"Whatever. Cid, dancing is like fighting; you have to follow your prey into their very movement and make one wrong move you're screwed. All right?"

"All right." Cid breathed and slapped his hands together and rubbed them together. Leon lowered from his arm folding position and blinked.

"Uh..."

"What's wrong?"

"We need one of the girls to help." Cid could've sworn he saw Leon blush slightly. Raising a brow and saying nothing of it Cid just shrugged. Leon called for their names -- And with Leon's luck Yuffie was the only one near that heard and came hopping down the stairs. Leon silently groaned.

"Right. Cid you'll watch," Leon nodded and walked over to the record player he used the only record he owned which was the song to which he first danced to...And remembered vividly. That was the first time he ever had met Rinoa, but, never got her name that night. The song: Waltz for the Moon.

Turning back to Yuffie they got in position. Yuffie placed one hand at his waist and the other in his opposite hand. Leon's hand went hesitantly to her bare shoulder. Then, he glided to the music. A shuffle to the left and a shuffle to the right and surprisingly Yuffie kept up. Then, Leon went on to twirl Yuffie, gracefully she came back to him -- Slightly blushing. Cid grinned.

Up stairs Aerith watched with a childish grin as well and hands supporting her chin. It was rather cute to watch the two actually getting along like this. To Aerith they looked like a cute couple then the dance between them ended and Leon gently gave Yuffie to Cid. Cid grunted and didn't move so fluidly.

He stumbled and almost crashed into Yuffie when he tried to twirl her. Reminded Leon of himself at the SeeD Graduation party -- The reverie actually made him smile, not a crack of a smirk but a full-fledged smile. Aerith sighed, then saw that Cloud was standing next to her and had gave out all of the flyers he had. He chuckled at Cid trying to dance.

"I can dance better than him!" Cloud leaned on the railing by using his hands and arms leaning the weight upon his arms. Aerith wrapped her own arms around her small waist and looked at him, amused. He glanced at her and always loved when her face was animated like that since her green eyes glistened.

"Oh really? Mister-Big-Ol-Mean-Warrior?"

"Yeah. You 'member our date? At the Golden Saucer?" Cloud then leaned his lower back unto the railing so he could position himself to look at Aerith. She smiled and nodded trying to re-collect that day.

She was the princess kidnapped by the evil Dragon King and Cloud was the brave knight. He had kissed her on the hand -- And they connected. Or so Aerith thought, she always had this deep down dream that Cloud would just come out and say it someday. Someday...

"I wouldn't count that as dancing. You just twirled around like a ballerina." Aerith teased.

"Okay, fine. But I can dance better than Cid." Cloud nodded to his arrogance.

"We'll see!" Aerith would make it into a challenge. Cloud nodded -- Accepting.

"You big old oaf!" Yuffie yelled. Cid growled.

"'Ey! I'm no dancer I'ma pilot!"

"Whatever! Leon is a fighter and knows how to dance. C'mon, quit being stiff and loosen up!" Yuffie let go from her dance stance. Leon just leaned up against the wall watching them. "C'mon, Leon, show him again." Yuffie turned to him.

Leon stared. "He has to learn somehow, but not always by watching."

"...Please?!"

"Fine..." Leon pushed off of the wall and Yuffie kept in her happy squeal.

"I think Yuffie likes Leon," Aerith said to Cloud. "Wonder how Leon feels?"

"He likes someone else." Cloud replied solemnly. Aerith blinked.

"Who?"

"A girl from his world...But, he doesn't know if she made it. Her name is Rinoa."

Aerith looked back to the two dancing. Yuffie looked so happy. "Rinoa...A pretty name." Aerith murmured.

"Yours prettier." Cloud got out awkwardly. Aerith bit her lower lip.

"T-Thank you."

End of Chapter Three.