This chapter last Updated 11.12.04
Other chapters have been drastically updated.
This Chapter has been slightly changed, nothing dramatically except the deletion of certain details that are not that relevant, but it does have a bit more detail. Reread if you wish.
(the original story not he RP version for all those that participated)
All Final Fantasy characters are © to the great mister Hinorobu Sakaguchi and Square. If I owned them (hehe,) you'd have a whole new out look.
The non ff7 story is my own invention, as are Dree'm, Silva and the silver angels.
Also this storyline was written BEFORE kill bill, plus I only saw kill bill a few week ago and this about 7 month old, I can prove that, just wanted to clear that up because people are annoying me when they mention that.
And to those people that think it is acceptable to start yelling at how this is a blatant rip off of the general Sephiroth clone loves Sephiroth then a bit of Sephy and Vincent yoai thrown in.
IT IS NOT
I keep getting replies on the first chapter asking me these questions, if you are really bothered then try to read the rest of the story and you will discover that Dree'm IS NOT a Mary-sue. That Sephiroth never actually appears in the story. And she is not a pretty person, also in reply to one individual is it really that impossible for a character to BE 4'6?, after all she's a freak?
So please, before you go to nag at me about how you dislike where it is going, please read where it is going.
Skip chapter one if you must, because I agree it is kind of lame, but intros always are!
So please give this a chance, I'm getting fed up of getting emails from idiots going:
"ur story is lame, Another Sephiroth clone, I bet she's in love with him too. And in the end she will be every bodies saviour and everyone will love her because she is so pretty. ur story suxs. "
She's NOT pretty, she DOESN'T become a saviour (ill say no more because it will spoil it for those nice people who actually read.) and her love for Sephiroth is NOT sexual.
So please all those who think their intellectual by sending criticism to me by email. DON'T. unless it is genuine constructive criticism, then I will gladly take into account what has been said.
thank you.
Sorry if I sound a bit annoyed but I am genuinely fed up of homophobic illiterates, sending me emails about the story when it is obvious they have not read it.
I'm sure there are others that feel the same.
That also goes for all those that reply at the bottom too.
Cheers
Solo-Angel (my real pen name. btw.)
Enjoy.
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Chapter One.
Left Aside to Die.
Final Fantasy VII Fan Fiction
FAILED…
The black sky became misted with the rain arrows of liquid rattled against the rocky terrain, Dree'm pulled her hood over her head and sat still. The rain hit her bike it rattling like a snake against the metal, her icy eyes looked across the plains intensely. A long road of lights ran ahead of her, them main carriageway from Midgar, the lights stopped as it hit a toll station that stretch along the road as a gate of lights.
Nothing passed the plains this night, Dree'm sighed disappointed, it annoyed her when she was misinformed, it resulted in her being too annoyed to think strait, if she ever did think strait at all anymore.
Dree'm double checked the surroundings but it was clear she had been given the wrong information. Firing up her bike she took one last look at the hazy lights of the new Midgar and drove away. Kalm was not too far away, after driving through sodden fields she was soon parked up beside the tavern she was rested in. The old bricks were tainted with the marks of war, since the uprising of the new Shin-Ra there has been a lot of rebellious outbursts, after all who wants the people who caused the first destruction to be rulers again.
Shin-ra says its different this time, the Turks got rid of the Shin-Ra way of dealing and decided to take over them selves, but to the people who had lived with the evil that the old president had caused Shin-Ra will always be Shin-Ra. President Reno, once the hot headed Turk renowned for his boisterous attitude towards his job was the new leader, he had lost all his comrades in battle and his passion for reasoning caused him to create a new diplomacy. But the taint of blood would not wash from the red logo of the company no matter how hard they tried.
The tavern was fairly full, people came in from the rain that was poisonous after the smoke that the new shin-ra stations created. Fossil fuel was the new industry now, in the whole of Gaia there was 9 stations, the large grey chimneys sprung from the grassy lands that once held the reactors. T he dark metal was replaced with white fresh marble .
Dree'm sat down at the bar, people stared at her as she walked past. Her red coat dripped with the dark rain the water running across the kanji of the old logo.
"Yes miss? How may I help you?" Dree'm looked up at the barkeep, he was young and handsome, but she did not care, matters such as love had far passed her. Her white hair was ragged and stuck to her face only one side grew long enough to fall beside her chin. Her dark eyes looked around the bar.
"Tequila" she said bluntly, the bar keep stared in surprise, she looked back at him waiting for him to object, but he didn't. the glass was placed on the bar, she looked at it and lifting it up gently rocked the small glass the liquid swirling around like a whirlpool. She placed the gil onto the bar and the bar keep took it, walking away.
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Cloud looked out of his window and onto the square that was nibelheim, the rain tapping at the glass furiously. Tifa laughed and Cloud turned around. The house was warm and friendly inside, Tifa sat with a small child on her lap, its golden locks bounced around its shoulders as she dangled a small toy above its head.
"Are you ok cloud?" she asked as the child grabbed the toy.
"It's just so miserable outside…I wanted to take Nibel to the lake." he sat next to Tifa on the sofa, kissing the child's head softly. Tifa smiled at him, she was happy, and cloud was content. But they missed their friends.
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Dree'm drunk her 9th tequila before she decided she was tired, the alcohol had no affect on her, the drugs in her blood had made things such as that ineffective. She was different to the rest of the people, even the rest of her kin. Unlike them she had accepted what had happened to her, and with that came her cold attitude to deceit and death.
As she stood up to leave she noticed something walk by the window, red and black was lit up as the shadow passed a street light. Dree'm ran towards the door, pushing the people on to the floor as she ran, the door opened silently and she ran after the figure, katana pulled to her side, she slid it from its sheath as she leapt into the air and swung down towards the shadow.
He turned swiftly and the blade cut into the concrete. Before he could regain his stance she swung around, the blade cutting through the air as if it was part of the sky, metal clashed as the figure held up a golden claw, it wrestled against the blade.
"Dree'm Shin-ra…" he whispered as the blade began to cut into the gold. He swung his arm down with the sword and turning swiftly he got his foot up swinging around it connected with her head and she stumbled forward, his claw thrust forward for her throat, ducking her head under his arm she pulled the steel blade to his throat. He froze, the metal cold against his skin, she was far shorter then him, but the blade showed no weakness, showed no hesitation. She hissed into his ear,
"Hello, Mister Valentine…" a smirk creased upon her face as she drew the blade inwards, blood trickled down his neck. "Where is he?" she asked, Vincent didn't reply. "WHERE IS HE?" she screamed at him, Vincent didn't reply just stared at the streetlight ahead of him.
Suddenly he pushed the blade with the inside of his clawed arm, the sword cut through the gold with its edge effortlessly and pierced flesh, Vincent turned around and grabbing Dree'm he threw her over his shoulder and into the lamp post, she hit the post and landed on the wet pavement heavely. She rolled herself over, slightly dazed. And lifted herself up. He was gone.
"DAMMIT!" she screamed into the clouds, she picked up her sword and sheathed it walking back into the bar. Sitting at her previous stool she ordered more to drink, her anger subsiding with the liquid.
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Vincent ran from the town and into the plains on the outskirts, he held his neck, looking at the blood that trickled from it.
"So she is real…" he mused "But who does she mean by 'him'." Vincent looked back at the town that had become suffocated within the grey fog.
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"Dree'm." the voice was calm and echoed around the metal cell. "Dree'm you can come out now."
"And why should I?" her small form was curled in a ball in the corner, her white clothes, creased and stained with her own blood. "I just want to stay here."
"You cannot stay here Dree'm you must come out." the speaker was a lady in a white lab coat, she stood inside the room next to the open door. "Most people want to get out of here, you are the only one who wants to stay."
"When did I say I wanted to stay? If I could I would leave but I can't…" The Lady looked at her, the 11 year old looked back at the lady with sunken eyes, and stood up, she walked towards the door. "I have little choice do I?" the lady closed the door behind them as they walked down the corridor, soon it opened upon a glass walkway high above the factory floor below. Dree'm stopped and looked out the window onto the machines below. Pressing her head against the glass she looked over at the far end.
He lifted his head up and smiled, she waved back and watched as he walked away, she loved him, he was her only reason to live in this world, and he was the reason she had lived through her life, for no-body else wanted to help her, he was the last of her family, he was her Dad.
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Dree'm tried to sit up, but opening her eyes she realised she was already sat up. Looking around her room at the orange hue that streamed through the window and reflected patterns on her ceiling from the puddles outside.
It took here only half a day to get to the chocobo ranch, once there she walked into the now abandoned stables. The stables had long been abandoned after the invention of the new motor vehicles nobody needed the Chocobos no more, like many before them the owners have turned to gambling to strengthen the grasp they once had upon the world. At the far end of the stables was a small TV and some old sofas, each stable door was closed, and as she walked into the centre of the room she ran her sword and its scabbard across the doors. As she turned around 3 teenagers stood outside the stables, dressed and yawning.
"Do you get paid to sleep?" she asked and they all shook their heads "THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ALL STILL HERE!!" she screamed at them and threw her sword into the door opposite, they moved extremely quickly and within a few minutes the ranch was empty. She sighed and turned to the sofa. "why did you not send them out?" she said, and a hand rose from the sofa, two fingers stood up to salute her.
Grabbing the back of the sofa she lifted it up and a young man fell onto the wooden floor. She placed the sofa down and jumped over to sit onto it. She grabbed the bottle from the table and opened the lid.
"You know you shouldn't drink Dree'm, it will kill you." the man sat up, his long black hair was ruffled with a restless sleep, grabbing the bottle with a long thin hand he pulled the bottle from her lips. She pulled it back. Her fingers grasped around the bottle so tightly her weak bones stuck up from her skin like rocks, thin veins running across them like rivers.
"Was I not supposed to die 2 years ago?" she said in reply the man looked back at her.
"That does not matter, you should be thankful that you are still alive. not tempting fate."
"There are pros attached to my illness." she said drinking the beer again.
"Insanity is not a pro…" he laughed "But seriously, your not getting better, why not just rest and live for once."
"Do I care?" she stared at him, "I will not rest until I have killed them all, in this life or the next." she scowled at him and stood up, pulling off her jacket, "I am going in the shower," she dropped the bottle on the floor and it bounced, as it lay on the floor the froth from the beer crawled across the floor slowly, following the valleys created by the wooden cracks.
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