((All the awesome reviews I got back in chapter two inspired me to keep writing. I haven't read any from chapter three if I got any, but believe me, I expected flames. You have to give it a little time to get good again...I know time travel usually makes for shitty fics, but this won't be the worst of them, I swear. Because this is not a CloRis. XD Anyways...please continue with your kind, kind reviews. Y'all rule! *so stuck up on herself forever.*))
Tifa's eyes surveyed the room in which Vincent Valentine was sleeping. Apparently nothing here was different for the future, and she was glad for this, because it left the two empty caskets on either side of the ex-Turk. She tucked Cloud's body into the one on Vincent's left. The velvet was musty and moth-eaten, but still had some soft cushioning beneath the fabric.
She had fashioned some bandages out of Cloud's shirt, which were now wrapped around his head, stemming the heavy flow of blood. She was mesmorized for a second as she watched the steady rise and fall of his shallow chest. There was some heavy bruising on his stomach and up the left side of his chest, and she was sure he'd cracked a rib or two at least.
"Now...for the hard part." she sighed, surveying the middle coffin. The thought of opening the lid frightened her. She and Cloud may have remembered the past, but who was to say anyone else had? Cloud's logic, -as usual- she reminded herself, didn't quite hold. But she also knew Vincent was probably crucial to saving Cloud. Her makeshift bandages weren't exactally the greatest, and she'd no idea if he had broken bones or any internal injuries.
So she proceded to pry at the edge of the coffin. Surprisingly, though, it wasn't as heavy as she'd anticipated, and it easily slid off. Inside was Vincent, wearing his cape and deep blue shirt and pants. He looked the same, but his hair wasn't half as long. It made him look like he was in an in-between, incomplete stage of development...perhaps the same as she and Cloud were right now as children.
"Vincent." she whispered. No response, so she spoke louder, "Vincent!" She said, raising her voice. Still nothing. "VINCENT VALENTINE OPEN YOUR EYES RIGHT THIS SECOND!" she was already on edge, and felt like she didn't have a second to waste.
This time a single crimson eye opened and peered into hers.
"Young Lockheart?" he questioned, opening his other eye now, focusing on her chubby face. Tifa stepped back, her fears subsided at least for the time.
"Vincent...ya gotta help me." she pleaded, gazing over at the shirtless boy in the next coffin over. Vincent sat up in the coffin and followed her gaze.
"And....Strife?" There was an obvious confusion in his voice, but even of Vincent this should've been expected.
"He fell down the stairs...I think he's in bad shape...I'm not sure if he's still bleeding...please help." she spoke fast and shakily, her lips in a trembling pout as she stopped. Vincent surveyed them both.
"I have no medical training, how do you expect me to be of service?" he questioned coyly.
"I...I don't know...We needed you anyways...but that's different. Vincent, we need to help him...take him to Rocket Town!" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. "They'll have doctors for the space mission...." Vincent's face didn't change.
"His injuries shouldn't be life threatening if we hurry!" Tifa continued. Vincent sighed and closed his eyes,
"Bring me the bandages from Hojo's labs and some potions from his shelves. That should hold him until we can get him to Rocket." Tifa nodded furiously and dashed off to the lab to retreive the forementioned supplies.
"wh-wha!? What the fuck!?" Cloud's childish voice shouting that way made Vincent smile wryly for a second, but he knew that this wasn't the time for that.
"Calm down, boy. You fell down the stairs."
"Holy shit! I'm bleeding! I'm fucking bleeding..oh my god my fucking LEG!" Cloud screamed, trembling in the coffin.
"Calm down!" Vincent said sharply, but Cloud was tossing and griping in the coffin.
"Fuck! What happened. What the FUCK happened to me!? Holy SHIT I'm gonna fucking die. Holy FUCKING SHIT!" His chest rose and fell sharply, and his body shook as he checked it over. He'd torn off the makeshift bandages and blood was pouring down his small body now.
"Stop! You're going into shock....You'll die. Stop." He sounded just as calm as ever, but he was begining to worry slightly. The kid would worry himself to death if he didn't calm down.
"Here!" Tifa had bottles of green liquid in her arms on top of rolls of gauze.
Vincent swiftly grabbed the offered supplies and set off to work. Tifa ducked and stepped on her tiptoes anxiously, trying to see what was happening, annoying Vincent to the point of anger.
"Stop!" he growled, "You'll see him when I'm done....I think his life is more important than your curiosity." he snapped, tying off a bandage around the young hero's leg.
Tifa cowered backwards, her head lowered. She hadn't meant to be a nusiance to Vincent, she was just worried. But she didn't want to say that right now...he was busy, and the last thing Tifa wanted was to be yelled at again. Vincent was frightening enough when he WASN'T upset. She didn't need to have him being mad.
"There...." He turned and had the small boy scooped up in his arms. He was trembling, wearing just his shorts and the bandages over his chest. Blood had begun to soak through the dull white of the gauze already, and Vincent noticed the continued bleeding. "We need to get to Rocket. He's not going to make it if he doesn't get some blood in him." Vincent said sharply, and began a brisk stride out of the mansion, which Tifa had to run at her top speed to keep up with.
***
The air was warm and humid in the small town of Gongaga, and beads of sweat were trailing down the young boy's face. His grey eyes drooped he was breathing hard as he pushed his unruley black hair out of his face. The hill on which he sat gave a beautiful view of the village not too far away.
"It's so pretty." The little girl who sat next to him commented. Her light chestnut hair was in a single long plait down her back, which was mussed and damp now from the heavy fog and sweat. The sun shone over the town, coming close to its setting phase.
"It's a big orange ball." The boy commented. He was sitting there in just a pair of cut-off jean shorts and some velcro strapped sandles. He had a muscular but lean chest and arms, with legs the same. He was probably no more than twelve or thirteen years old, but looked more like an older teenager.
"Zack!" the girl cried, exasperated, "Come on...just look at the colors. They blend so well!" she said gleefully, hugging her knees to her small chest. She was a year or two younger, and that was much easier to be seen. Her body was in an akward, partially developed stage just before she even really reached adolesence.
"They're orange." he said dully, with a bright grin on his face. That beautiful, childish grin captivated her. In all her years (okay..so she only had a few) she had never known anyone quite like Zack. He was different... somehow. She couldn't place it... but she knew he was.
"Zack...." she said quietly, in a sing-song voice. She had a plan. It was one of those silly childish plans that young kids make up, not really knowing what any of it meant.
"Yeah, Aeris?" he didn't look over, staring up at the setting sun. She was right, whether he admitted it or not, the colors of the late sunset were beautiful.
"Zack. I think we should get married." she said decisevly. He looked over at her now, his eyes widened.
"Aeris...you can't just do that."
"And why NOT?" she retorted. Aeris decided, the very moment before, that she loved Zack. And that she would make him her husband. That was her little plan...the kind kids love to make before they know what it all really is.
"Because. You just...you can't!" he stood up quickly, "You have to be an adult and in love and stuff...you're just a little kid, Aeris. I'm not gonna marry you!" He had a disgusted look on his face, and Aeris's turned close to tears.
"oh." she said softly, standing up as well.
"Don't be like that." he sighed. She was only two years younger, but they were at the point where those two years meant everything in the world. "It's not that we're not friends or something. But I don't wanna marry you. I don't even wanna DATE you..." he cried.
Aeirs looked down, dissappointed, but nodded.
"I-" then she paused. Everything seemed to whirl around in a rushed mess, everything changed, and Zack seemed to see it too. Everything was different a moment later, and Aeris looked at Zack with huge eyes. "You're...young...and....ALIVE!?"
((Sorry this chapter sucked, but I was in a rush. It will pick back up...promise))
Tifa's eyes surveyed the room in which Vincent Valentine was sleeping. Apparently nothing here was different for the future, and she was glad for this, because it left the two empty caskets on either side of the ex-Turk. She tucked Cloud's body into the one on Vincent's left. The velvet was musty and moth-eaten, but still had some soft cushioning beneath the fabric.
She had fashioned some bandages out of Cloud's shirt, which were now wrapped around his head, stemming the heavy flow of blood. She was mesmorized for a second as she watched the steady rise and fall of his shallow chest. There was some heavy bruising on his stomach and up the left side of his chest, and she was sure he'd cracked a rib or two at least.
"Now...for the hard part." she sighed, surveying the middle coffin. The thought of opening the lid frightened her. She and Cloud may have remembered the past, but who was to say anyone else had? Cloud's logic, -as usual- she reminded herself, didn't quite hold. But she also knew Vincent was probably crucial to saving Cloud. Her makeshift bandages weren't exactally the greatest, and she'd no idea if he had broken bones or any internal injuries.
So she proceded to pry at the edge of the coffin. Surprisingly, though, it wasn't as heavy as she'd anticipated, and it easily slid off. Inside was Vincent, wearing his cape and deep blue shirt and pants. He looked the same, but his hair wasn't half as long. It made him look like he was in an in-between, incomplete stage of development...perhaps the same as she and Cloud were right now as children.
"Vincent." she whispered. No response, so she spoke louder, "Vincent!" She said, raising her voice. Still nothing. "VINCENT VALENTINE OPEN YOUR EYES RIGHT THIS SECOND!" she was already on edge, and felt like she didn't have a second to waste.
This time a single crimson eye opened and peered into hers.
"Young Lockheart?" he questioned, opening his other eye now, focusing on her chubby face. Tifa stepped back, her fears subsided at least for the time.
"Vincent...ya gotta help me." she pleaded, gazing over at the shirtless boy in the next coffin over. Vincent sat up in the coffin and followed her gaze.
"And....Strife?" There was an obvious confusion in his voice, but even of Vincent this should've been expected.
"He fell down the stairs...I think he's in bad shape...I'm not sure if he's still bleeding...please help." she spoke fast and shakily, her lips in a trembling pout as she stopped. Vincent surveyed them both.
"I have no medical training, how do you expect me to be of service?" he questioned coyly.
"I...I don't know...We needed you anyways...but that's different. Vincent, we need to help him...take him to Rocket Town!" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. "They'll have doctors for the space mission...." Vincent's face didn't change.
"His injuries shouldn't be life threatening if we hurry!" Tifa continued. Vincent sighed and closed his eyes,
"Bring me the bandages from Hojo's labs and some potions from his shelves. That should hold him until we can get him to Rocket." Tifa nodded furiously and dashed off to the lab to retreive the forementioned supplies.
"wh-wha!? What the fuck!?" Cloud's childish voice shouting that way made Vincent smile wryly for a second, but he knew that this wasn't the time for that.
"Calm down, boy. You fell down the stairs."
"Holy shit! I'm bleeding! I'm fucking bleeding..oh my god my fucking LEG!" Cloud screamed, trembling in the coffin.
"Calm down!" Vincent said sharply, but Cloud was tossing and griping in the coffin.
"Fuck! What happened. What the FUCK happened to me!? Holy SHIT I'm gonna fucking die. Holy FUCKING SHIT!" His chest rose and fell sharply, and his body shook as he checked it over. He'd torn off the makeshift bandages and blood was pouring down his small body now.
"Stop! You're going into shock....You'll die. Stop." He sounded just as calm as ever, but he was begining to worry slightly. The kid would worry himself to death if he didn't calm down.
"Here!" Tifa had bottles of green liquid in her arms on top of rolls of gauze.
Vincent swiftly grabbed the offered supplies and set off to work. Tifa ducked and stepped on her tiptoes anxiously, trying to see what was happening, annoying Vincent to the point of anger.
"Stop!" he growled, "You'll see him when I'm done....I think his life is more important than your curiosity." he snapped, tying off a bandage around the young hero's leg.
Tifa cowered backwards, her head lowered. She hadn't meant to be a nusiance to Vincent, she was just worried. But she didn't want to say that right now...he was busy, and the last thing Tifa wanted was to be yelled at again. Vincent was frightening enough when he WASN'T upset. She didn't need to have him being mad.
"There...." He turned and had the small boy scooped up in his arms. He was trembling, wearing just his shorts and the bandages over his chest. Blood had begun to soak through the dull white of the gauze already, and Vincent noticed the continued bleeding. "We need to get to Rocket. He's not going to make it if he doesn't get some blood in him." Vincent said sharply, and began a brisk stride out of the mansion, which Tifa had to run at her top speed to keep up with.
***
The air was warm and humid in the small town of Gongaga, and beads of sweat were trailing down the young boy's face. His grey eyes drooped he was breathing hard as he pushed his unruley black hair out of his face. The hill on which he sat gave a beautiful view of the village not too far away.
"It's so pretty." The little girl who sat next to him commented. Her light chestnut hair was in a single long plait down her back, which was mussed and damp now from the heavy fog and sweat. The sun shone over the town, coming close to its setting phase.
"It's a big orange ball." The boy commented. He was sitting there in just a pair of cut-off jean shorts and some velcro strapped sandles. He had a muscular but lean chest and arms, with legs the same. He was probably no more than twelve or thirteen years old, but looked more like an older teenager.
"Zack!" the girl cried, exasperated, "Come on...just look at the colors. They blend so well!" she said gleefully, hugging her knees to her small chest. She was a year or two younger, and that was much easier to be seen. Her body was in an akward, partially developed stage just before she even really reached adolesence.
"They're orange." he said dully, with a bright grin on his face. That beautiful, childish grin captivated her. In all her years (okay..so she only had a few) she had never known anyone quite like Zack. He was different... somehow. She couldn't place it... but she knew he was.
"Zack...." she said quietly, in a sing-song voice. She had a plan. It was one of those silly childish plans that young kids make up, not really knowing what any of it meant.
"Yeah, Aeris?" he didn't look over, staring up at the setting sun. She was right, whether he admitted it or not, the colors of the late sunset were beautiful.
"Zack. I think we should get married." she said decisevly. He looked over at her now, his eyes widened.
"Aeris...you can't just do that."
"And why NOT?" she retorted. Aeris decided, the very moment before, that she loved Zack. And that she would make him her husband. That was her little plan...the kind kids love to make before they know what it all really is.
"Because. You just...you can't!" he stood up quickly, "You have to be an adult and in love and stuff...you're just a little kid, Aeris. I'm not gonna marry you!" He had a disgusted look on his face, and Aeris's turned close to tears.
"oh." she said softly, standing up as well.
"Don't be like that." he sighed. She was only two years younger, but they were at the point where those two years meant everything in the world. "It's not that we're not friends or something. But I don't wanna marry you. I don't even wanna DATE you..." he cried.
Aeirs looked down, dissappointed, but nodded.
"I-" then she paused. Everything seemed to whirl around in a rushed mess, everything changed, and Zack seemed to see it too. Everything was different a moment later, and Aeris looked at Zack with huge eyes. "You're...young...and....ALIVE!?"
((Sorry this chapter sucked, but I was in a rush. It will pick back up...promise))