AN: I'm so sorry for the long wait, I've only just found the time to finish
this thing, it might be another long while before the next chapter's gonna
get uploaded and posted, sorry!
"My father?" Miranda choked out, shocked.
"Yes, your father." Quistis returned quietly, uncertain of what to say after seeing Miranda's sudden reaction.
Before Quistis could do anything, Miranda had whipped around, uttered an angry battle cry, and began hacking the dead carcass of the T-Rexaur into little pieces.
"What are you doing?!" Quistis cried.
Miranda merely turned her head to glare at Quistis before replying, "Don't *ever* mention my father in front of me again!"
The look of rage on Miranda's face would have made the fiery fires of Hell seem like the little flame of a candle.
"I'm... I'm sorry for mentioning him in front of you Miranda. However, I did get a call from a man who claims he's your father."
"My father's dead." Miranda snarled.
"He sounded quite alive when he was on the phone with me."
"He's DEAD." Miranda replied, while accompanying the word 'dead' with a vicious swipe of her Gunblade into the air.
"Listen to me! I got a call from your father! Aren't you going to ask what it was about?! All you do is say he's dead. Well, guess what Miranda, he isn't." Quistis snapped, becoming quite impatient with Miranda's behaviour.
Quistis, fuming, watched Miranda carefully. She watched her standing there, panting from the effort of exerting so much force, and panting from anger. And then, without so much as a slight warning, Miranda's face crumpled and great tears leaked out of her eyes and slid down her cheeks.
"He's dead, he has to be." Miranda whispered.
Quistis moved forwards slowly, and put a comforting hand on Miranda shoulder, but Miranda shrugged it off, continuously muttering, "He's dead, he's dead..."
He's dead. He has to be.
* * *
Miranda watched as her father and mother fought, screaming and yelling at each other until they were both red in the face. Her mother was crying, tears splashed down her front. Her father was fuming, and without so much as a warning, he reached forward and slapped her mother across the face.
"NO!" little 4 year old Miranda screamed.
She ran into her parents' room and latched herself to her mother.
"You leave her alone you big meanie!"
"Miranda, get out of here!" her mother whispered urgently to her, prying her loose.
"No! Mommy, I won't let this meanie hurt you anymore!"
Miranda ran back into her room, pulled out her toy Gunblade, and ran back into her parents' room. Brandishing it fiercely, she advanced on her so- called father. He laughed cruelly.
"You think y'can hurt me ya little punk?"
"Get. Away. From. My. Mommy."
"Stupid." was all her father said before he swiped at her with an enormous paw.
Miranda leapt nimbly aside before aiming a hard jab at her father's shins.
"Arrgghh!! You little rascal!"
* * *
"Take her! She's a little bitch, just take her."
"NO!! Give me back my mother!"
Miranda strained against the many restraining hands as she watched her father 'offer' her mother to a bunch of thugs.
"Shuddup ya little scoundrel."
"NO!!"
Miranda broke loose, and wreaked havoc onto the men restraining her.
"Take her! Hurry!" her father shouted urgently to the thug holding her mother. He gave an encouraging shove to the thug, urging him to leave.
However, his efforts were fruitless.
Miranda swung her Gunblade and decapitated the thug before he could even turn to go. She swung around to face her father.
"You." Miranda growled.
Before her father could do anything, she had swung at him with her Gunblade. Unfortunately, her mother, quick as lightening, stepped in the way. Miranda, shocked, reflexively turned her Gunblade away at the last second, its sharp blade slicing the air mere millimeters in front of her mother's face.
"No, Miranda."
"Mother! He tried to sell you! He tried to trade you! How can you save him now?! He deserves to die!!"
"No Miranda. He doesn't deserve to die. Not yet."
Miranda stood, quivering with anger. She didn't understand. Her mother hated him just as much as she did. Why was she protecting him now? Growling multiple obscenities at her father, Miranda stomped off.
* * * Her father was insane. She watched as he bowed low to Ultimecia. She watched as he edged towards her, only to be thrown back again by some invisible force.
And she watched as he thrust her mother out into the open, in front of Ultimecia. He leered at Miranda, his face expressing the triumph he felt for finally having achieved what his Highness, Ultimecia, had instructed him to do: bring his wife to her.
"You bastard." Miranda snarled.
"Now now young lady, watch your language." he replied mockingly.
"You sick bastard! Let go of my mother!"
"I'm sorry my 'dear', but I can't do that. Her Highness said she wanted my wife, and I'll give her to her. Gladly."
And before Miranda could do anything else, everything went black as her father smashed a rock into her head.
* * *
Miranda remembered how the fight between her mother and Ultimecia had caused the death of her mother. The only thing that wasn't extremely bad at best was that a side effect of such an epic battle was that her father was killed in the process. And plus, she was in a different world right now. How her father had managed to follow her here, much less come back from the dead, was a mystery. A traumatizing one at that. Her mother had died because of his actions. But she understood. Her mother had used him, to get to Ultimecia to do what she had to do. However, he still deserved no less than to burn in the fires of Hell.
"And that's exactly what he'll get. I guarantee that. If it's the last thing I do, I will avenge you Mother."
"My father?" Miranda choked out, shocked.
"Yes, your father." Quistis returned quietly, uncertain of what to say after seeing Miranda's sudden reaction.
Before Quistis could do anything, Miranda had whipped around, uttered an angry battle cry, and began hacking the dead carcass of the T-Rexaur into little pieces.
"What are you doing?!" Quistis cried.
Miranda merely turned her head to glare at Quistis before replying, "Don't *ever* mention my father in front of me again!"
The look of rage on Miranda's face would have made the fiery fires of Hell seem like the little flame of a candle.
"I'm... I'm sorry for mentioning him in front of you Miranda. However, I did get a call from a man who claims he's your father."
"My father's dead." Miranda snarled.
"He sounded quite alive when he was on the phone with me."
"He's DEAD." Miranda replied, while accompanying the word 'dead' with a vicious swipe of her Gunblade into the air.
"Listen to me! I got a call from your father! Aren't you going to ask what it was about?! All you do is say he's dead. Well, guess what Miranda, he isn't." Quistis snapped, becoming quite impatient with Miranda's behaviour.
Quistis, fuming, watched Miranda carefully. She watched her standing there, panting from the effort of exerting so much force, and panting from anger. And then, without so much as a slight warning, Miranda's face crumpled and great tears leaked out of her eyes and slid down her cheeks.
"He's dead, he has to be." Miranda whispered.
Quistis moved forwards slowly, and put a comforting hand on Miranda shoulder, but Miranda shrugged it off, continuously muttering, "He's dead, he's dead..."
He's dead. He has to be.
* * *
Miranda watched as her father and mother fought, screaming and yelling at each other until they were both red in the face. Her mother was crying, tears splashed down her front. Her father was fuming, and without so much as a warning, he reached forward and slapped her mother across the face.
"NO!" little 4 year old Miranda screamed.
She ran into her parents' room and latched herself to her mother.
"You leave her alone you big meanie!"
"Miranda, get out of here!" her mother whispered urgently to her, prying her loose.
"No! Mommy, I won't let this meanie hurt you anymore!"
Miranda ran back into her room, pulled out her toy Gunblade, and ran back into her parents' room. Brandishing it fiercely, she advanced on her so- called father. He laughed cruelly.
"You think y'can hurt me ya little punk?"
"Get. Away. From. My. Mommy."
"Stupid." was all her father said before he swiped at her with an enormous paw.
Miranda leapt nimbly aside before aiming a hard jab at her father's shins.
"Arrgghh!! You little rascal!"
* * *
"Take her! She's a little bitch, just take her."
"NO!! Give me back my mother!"
Miranda strained against the many restraining hands as she watched her father 'offer' her mother to a bunch of thugs.
"Shuddup ya little scoundrel."
"NO!!"
Miranda broke loose, and wreaked havoc onto the men restraining her.
"Take her! Hurry!" her father shouted urgently to the thug holding her mother. He gave an encouraging shove to the thug, urging him to leave.
However, his efforts were fruitless.
Miranda swung her Gunblade and decapitated the thug before he could even turn to go. She swung around to face her father.
"You." Miranda growled.
Before her father could do anything, she had swung at him with her Gunblade. Unfortunately, her mother, quick as lightening, stepped in the way. Miranda, shocked, reflexively turned her Gunblade away at the last second, its sharp blade slicing the air mere millimeters in front of her mother's face.
"No, Miranda."
"Mother! He tried to sell you! He tried to trade you! How can you save him now?! He deserves to die!!"
"No Miranda. He doesn't deserve to die. Not yet."
Miranda stood, quivering with anger. She didn't understand. Her mother hated him just as much as she did. Why was she protecting him now? Growling multiple obscenities at her father, Miranda stomped off.
* * * Her father was insane. She watched as he bowed low to Ultimecia. She watched as he edged towards her, only to be thrown back again by some invisible force.
And she watched as he thrust her mother out into the open, in front of Ultimecia. He leered at Miranda, his face expressing the triumph he felt for finally having achieved what his Highness, Ultimecia, had instructed him to do: bring his wife to her.
"You bastard." Miranda snarled.
"Now now young lady, watch your language." he replied mockingly.
"You sick bastard! Let go of my mother!"
"I'm sorry my 'dear', but I can't do that. Her Highness said she wanted my wife, and I'll give her to her. Gladly."
And before Miranda could do anything else, everything went black as her father smashed a rock into her head.
* * *
Miranda remembered how the fight between her mother and Ultimecia had caused the death of her mother. The only thing that wasn't extremely bad at best was that a side effect of such an epic battle was that her father was killed in the process. And plus, she was in a different world right now. How her father had managed to follow her here, much less come back from the dead, was a mystery. A traumatizing one at that. Her mother had died because of his actions. But she understood. Her mother had used him, to get to Ultimecia to do what she had to do. However, he still deserved no less than to burn in the fires of Hell.
"And that's exactly what he'll get. I guarantee that. If it's the last thing I do, I will avenge you Mother."