Red XIII: Due to the fact that we're still not sure if Reno is indeed sentient life, and that Reeve is currently undergoing a nervous break down due to have to deal with said Turk on a regular basis, I will be doing the disclaimer for this chapter.
Reno: Hey, down in front! I want to do it!
Red XIII: Restrain him, if you will.
::Elena and Rude jump on Reno, beating him senseless and hog-tying him::
Red XIII: Splendid. Now, where was I?
Reno: Ruining my disclaimer!
Red XIII: Gag him, please.
::Elena stuffs a sock in his mouth, then ties his mouth shut::
Red XIII: Most efficient. With the exception of Reno, the Turks are highly reliable.
Reno: Says you!
Red XIII: Weren't you just gagged?
Reno: I used my incredible genius to devise a way of removing it!
Red XIII: Elena, what did he really do?
Elena: He ate the sock.
Red XIII: As I thought. Tyramir does not own the rights to Final Fantasy or any of its characters, so it would not be recommended that Square sue him, since he is legally, as they say, covering his ass.
Tyramir: Indeed.
Chapter Forty
Murasame
Rude watched Cloud cast the Ultima spell and frowned. He could follow them, despite Vincent's advice and Tifa's admission that it would be 'okay' if he didn't go. He knew that she wanted to be there alongside Cloud, to fight Jenova and maybe Sephiroth, to watch his back and make sure he came out alive. And as much as he disliked Cloud, and the feelings Tifa still harbored for him, he shared her desire to protect him, just because she did.
He watched Aeris and Vincent dive under, then Rufus. He could follow them. He could. And help them. Make sure Cloud didn't get hurt, much as he was loathe of the thought. In a way, he desperately wanted Strife to get hurt, but in another, he wished the Soldier washout all the luck in the world.
No. He couldn't go. Vincent was right. He was infected with the Jenova virus from having been a member of Soldier, and would only be a liability if he went in to 'help' them. Rude watched Cloud dive under the barrier and turned away as it sealed.
Soon the monsters would come, and he wanted to be at Tifa's side when that happened. He walked through the rubble of Midgar, eyes scanning the horizon for Tifa. Off in the distance he could hear the monsters coming. To his left, the sound of gunfire and Reno's electro-mag rod blasting permeated the air. To his right, he could hear Materia attacks. The battle had been joined.
Rude adjusted his tie, and checked over his Materia. Lightning, Cure, and a summon Materia Tifa had loaned him, but had forgotten to tell him what it was. He frowned. He'd have to conserve what he had an rely on his own physical prowess until he could find a weakness in the coming enemy to exploit.
He walked forward, confident in his own abilities, but at the same time, anxiously looking for Tifa. He knew that the bartender could take care of herself, but he still wanted to make sure.
Up ahead he could see the enemy, an ocean of monsters crashing down on the landscape like some unstoppable tidal wave of evil. And there, fleeing from the hordes... a small, brunette shape, definitely female. Dust obscured his view, and the constant movement of the shape made distinguishing any more detail even harder, but...
Tifa! his mind cried. He was acting before he could fully assess what he saw. His body was in full motion, charging, Materia in hand. He was almost upon the girl when he realized with disgust that it wasn't Tifa at all. He was disappointed in himself for mistaking Yuffie for Tifa. In one of the girl's hands was a sword, and in the other, a red orb.
"Help me!!" she yelled.
Rude reached into his breast holster and drew his pistol. He had been hoping to save this alongside his Materia until he needed it, but...
Five shots rang out, taking various monsters directly in the forehead. Five of the pursuing creatures fell. He put the gun away, preparing to save the rest of the bullets for when they were really needed. The young ninja ran up to him and stopped, panting.
"Gawd, am I glad to see you. Even if you are a Turk. So, you gonna help a hot babe like me?"
He nodded, then held up his Summon Materia orb. She looked at it, then down at the own in her hand. She turned to face the wave of monsters and held hers up alongside his.
The sky turned black, and sheets of red emanated from both Materia orbs. From Rude's leapt a horseman with a curved blade, leaping into the fray with wild abandon, cutting all opponents in his path. Odin.
From Yuffie's, twelve warriors charged forth, all wielding a variety of different weapons. Together they separated the enemy, forcing them into Odin's lightning-fast cavalry attack, then forcing themselves into the enemy center, breaking them. Rude shuddered. The Knights of the Round, supposedly the most powerful Summon.
The monsters faltered and began to retreat. As they did, Odin and the Knights disappeared, returning to their Materia.
"What are you doing here?" Rude demanded.
"Wow, when'd you learn how to talk?" She said, an insolent smirk on her face. He gave her a fixed frown, and she shrank back from his gaze. "Okay! Okay! Fine! My dad sent me here with this sword for Cloud. Murasame. He said he'd need it for the upcoming fight against Shinra."
"Shinra's the least of our problems."
"Tell me about it. What's going on?"
Rude frowned. Maybe Cloud would need that blade against Jenova, but he already had Ultima Weapon... He needed to sort this out in his head.
"What exactly did your father say?"
"Hey, answer my question first!" When Rude gave her the full affect of his frown again, she shrank once more and answered, "Oh fine. He said we'd need a champion. Someone who could use the sword. Or something. I can't remember. Hey, give that back!"
He ignored her as he pulled the sword out of her grasp. He gave it a few mock swings, and nodded to himself. Not perfect, but it would do. He knew exactly who this sword was for. Without even stopping to explain himself, he ran towards Sephiroth's barrier.
Author's Note:
Bwuahahahaha!! Uh... don't mind me. I'm just insane sometimes.
Reno: Hey, down in front! I want to do it!
Red XIII: Restrain him, if you will.
::Elena and Rude jump on Reno, beating him senseless and hog-tying him::
Red XIII: Splendid. Now, where was I?
Reno: Ruining my disclaimer!
Red XIII: Gag him, please.
::Elena stuffs a sock in his mouth, then ties his mouth shut::
Red XIII: Most efficient. With the exception of Reno, the Turks are highly reliable.
Reno: Says you!
Red XIII: Weren't you just gagged?
Reno: I used my incredible genius to devise a way of removing it!
Red XIII: Elena, what did he really do?
Elena: He ate the sock.
Red XIII: As I thought. Tyramir does not own the rights to Final Fantasy or any of its characters, so it would not be recommended that Square sue him, since he is legally, as they say, covering his ass.
Tyramir: Indeed.
Chapter Forty
Murasame
Rude watched Cloud cast the Ultima spell and frowned. He could follow them, despite Vincent's advice and Tifa's admission that it would be 'okay' if he didn't go. He knew that she wanted to be there alongside Cloud, to fight Jenova and maybe Sephiroth, to watch his back and make sure he came out alive. And as much as he disliked Cloud, and the feelings Tifa still harbored for him, he shared her desire to protect him, just because she did.
He watched Aeris and Vincent dive under, then Rufus. He could follow them. He could. And help them. Make sure Cloud didn't get hurt, much as he was loathe of the thought. In a way, he desperately wanted Strife to get hurt, but in another, he wished the Soldier washout all the luck in the world.
No. He couldn't go. Vincent was right. He was infected with the Jenova virus from having been a member of Soldier, and would only be a liability if he went in to 'help' them. Rude watched Cloud dive under the barrier and turned away as it sealed.
Soon the monsters would come, and he wanted to be at Tifa's side when that happened. He walked through the rubble of Midgar, eyes scanning the horizon for Tifa. Off in the distance he could hear the monsters coming. To his left, the sound of gunfire and Reno's electro-mag rod blasting permeated the air. To his right, he could hear Materia attacks. The battle had been joined.
Rude adjusted his tie, and checked over his Materia. Lightning, Cure, and a summon Materia Tifa had loaned him, but had forgotten to tell him what it was. He frowned. He'd have to conserve what he had an rely on his own physical prowess until he could find a weakness in the coming enemy to exploit.
He walked forward, confident in his own abilities, but at the same time, anxiously looking for Tifa. He knew that the bartender could take care of herself, but he still wanted to make sure.
Up ahead he could see the enemy, an ocean of monsters crashing down on the landscape like some unstoppable tidal wave of evil. And there, fleeing from the hordes... a small, brunette shape, definitely female. Dust obscured his view, and the constant movement of the shape made distinguishing any more detail even harder, but...
Tifa! his mind cried. He was acting before he could fully assess what he saw. His body was in full motion, charging, Materia in hand. He was almost upon the girl when he realized with disgust that it wasn't Tifa at all. He was disappointed in himself for mistaking Yuffie for Tifa. In one of the girl's hands was a sword, and in the other, a red orb.
"Help me!!" she yelled.
Rude reached into his breast holster and drew his pistol. He had been hoping to save this alongside his Materia until he needed it, but...
Five shots rang out, taking various monsters directly in the forehead. Five of the pursuing creatures fell. He put the gun away, preparing to save the rest of the bullets for when they were really needed. The young ninja ran up to him and stopped, panting.
"Gawd, am I glad to see you. Even if you are a Turk. So, you gonna help a hot babe like me?"
He nodded, then held up his Summon Materia orb. She looked at it, then down at the own in her hand. She turned to face the wave of monsters and held hers up alongside his.
The sky turned black, and sheets of red emanated from both Materia orbs. From Rude's leapt a horseman with a curved blade, leaping into the fray with wild abandon, cutting all opponents in his path. Odin.
From Yuffie's, twelve warriors charged forth, all wielding a variety of different weapons. Together they separated the enemy, forcing them into Odin's lightning-fast cavalry attack, then forcing themselves into the enemy center, breaking them. Rude shuddered. The Knights of the Round, supposedly the most powerful Summon.
The monsters faltered and began to retreat. As they did, Odin and the Knights disappeared, returning to their Materia.
"What are you doing here?" Rude demanded.
"Wow, when'd you learn how to talk?" She said, an insolent smirk on her face. He gave her a fixed frown, and she shrank back from his gaze. "Okay! Okay! Fine! My dad sent me here with this sword for Cloud. Murasame. He said he'd need it for the upcoming fight against Shinra."
"Shinra's the least of our problems."
"Tell me about it. What's going on?"
Rude frowned. Maybe Cloud would need that blade against Jenova, but he already had Ultima Weapon... He needed to sort this out in his head.
"What exactly did your father say?"
"Hey, answer my question first!" When Rude gave her the full affect of his frown again, she shrank once more and answered, "Oh fine. He said we'd need a champion. Someone who could use the sword. Or something. I can't remember. Hey, give that back!"
He ignored her as he pulled the sword out of her grasp. He gave it a few mock swings, and nodded to himself. Not perfect, but it would do. He knew exactly who this sword was for. Without even stopping to explain himself, he ran towards Sephiroth's barrier.
Author's Note:
Bwuahahahaha!! Uh... don't mind me. I'm just insane sometimes.