Uhhh….sorry? Ahhh! See! I knew begging would work for getting names, and I do apologize, but! A big thanx to kewl2move and mako magic for getting my ass in gear. Well, back by popular demand, a new way to live….13!

*mako magic, yeah her eyes do glow and it's not that I don't like him…(well, if u read some of my other fics then I suppose u might come to that conclusion) it's just that…well…no wait…ur right. He does appear in at least one of my fics where I am kinda nice about him!! The return of the high wind I think it's called, a rather dark tale for me….

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"So…what's the name of your little faction?" Sephiroth asked, "No, wait, let me guess. Avalanche?"

"No…they haven't been alive for over…well," the young woman walking with him fell silent for a long moment, trying to recall the length, "Well for a very long time."

"How long?" part of him was scared to find out the answer. Was it one that he would like?

"I wasn't taught history…," she apologized, "You'd have to ask one of our elders."

History?! That means…a long time has passed. How long was I fighting to be free of the life stream? Sephiroth glared at the leaders of the troupe.

"Fine…I will," he muttered.

As he made his slow way to the front, it wasn't just the snow chilling his form. He could feel the hypothermia setting in, his toes slowly losing all feeling but he felt the horrid sensation of fear creeping up on him.

Had he been fighting for so long that all had forgotten the once heroic fight of AVALANCHE? Had the group and what occurred been buried by time and lost to all?

How sad. Surely they would of earned immortality by their deeds and not forgotten, Sephiroth listened as the cold winds blew around him.

He quashed a sudden longing for his past life, the Shin-Ra would of gave their people the proper equipment, whether it worked was another matter.

"Excuse me?" he said as he tapped the leader on the shoulder," How long has AVALANCHE been dead for?"

Subtly, usually a strong suit for the silver haired general, seemed to leave him. He wanted answers, he hated being kept in the dark.

The leader span round, a little confused. A little startled at the question posed to him. He blinked before scratching his head. The look was as if the stranger had asked if it had been snowing for a couple of days.

"Ah…as far as I know, round about six…maybe seven hundred years," he said, "Why?"

That made Sephiroth choke in surprise, "That long?"

"Yeah. Is…is that a problem?" the leader frowned, why was he acting so freaked out?

"No…not really. Tell me, what is the name of your little faction anyhow and who are we…you all fighting against?"

What a complete spoon. How can he not know? nervously, the leader looked back at the group. This guy made everyone nervous.

The eyes, hair, face. All were like they were carved from ice, his eyes glowed with some deep power that lay just beneath the surface.

"Our name is Shinseiuta," he saw the blank look on the stranger's face, "It means Holy song."

Preferred Avalanche…, Sephiroth thought bitterly, they had a simple name and a very simple leader…

"Like our ancestors before us, we fight the Shin-Ra. However, things haven't being going to well right now. The planet is crying out once more for the warriors of the past. We cannot grant that plea," the leader sighed as he looked to the darkening horizon.

"That must suck…" Sephiroth brushed away some snowflakes that had started to fall.

"Mmm, it doesn't help when we have a limited time period either," the leader confided.

"Limited?" Sephiroth rolled his eyes, "Don't tell me…two weeks?"

The joke seemed to go over the leader's head, "No. A little more than that, round about a month."

"Until…?"

"Nanaki reports that the planet will no longer be able to contain Jenova in her prison and that it will be then purged from the life stream and back to the planet surface," the leader started walking forward a little faster, "so, we have little time to sit and talk of history."

Mother…no wait…Jenova. I thought Cloud had defeated her, had destroyed her. But I heard her voice…shit…Sephiroth resisted the urge to grab his head in confusion.

"So, Holy song will save the planet?" Sephiroth muttered.

"We hope," the leader said, though his tone didn't hold out much hope.

Sephiroth looked over to the same horizon, his excellent eye sight catching sight of something metal and glinting dully in the setting sun. Should he let on or should he allow the leader to continue on with his pointless trekking, knowing that if the foolish little man took one wrong step, it could lead them all to certain death?

Amazingly, he found his humanity, something he thought he'd lost, win out. Slowly, he raised his arm and pointed vaguely to the metal pinpoint he could see.

"I think we should head a little further to the left, I think I can see something," the silver haired human offered helpfully.

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Every hour Cid's coughing seemed to get worse. His fever got that little bit higher and he became more and more less coherent, speaking to people who weren't there. Vincent, currently being the hallucination of choice.

Yuffie wrapped her arms tighter around her slender legs, trying to get some warmth in her tiny frame. She didn't want to take any more coats or jackets from the dead crew, she felt horrible for taking the ones she had.

I feel like a fucking grave robber, she moaned mentally. She sighed as she realised the curse she had uttered and caste the blonde pilot a foul look,

"I'm swearing cause of you," Yuffie said to the blonde, "Hanging around you, Cloud and the others…damn…making me feel like I was more than just some stupid little selfish ninja."

She paused and fought down the lump that was growing in her throat. She wiped away tears with her cold hands, knowing full well, that if they weren't rescued any time soon, they'd be dead.

"If we don't make it out Cid…I…I just wanna say…well…thanks," she managed, she sniffed back tears.

"Don't…start saying any fucking eu…eulogies," Cid muttered from his resting spot, "It condemns us to that fate."

"But if we don't….," Yuffie responded only to be cut off by the blonde.

"Yuffie…please. Don't argue with me," Cid whispered, "We will get out. I'll be damned if I'm gonna die on some godforsaken piece of ice hundreds of miles away from my home."

Yuffie felt the hint of a smile creep on her frozen face, the first real one since they'd gotten stuck here.

"Aye captain," she said as she crawled over to him, "So how long do we wait for a rescue before you start getting impatient?"

Cid had his blue eyes closed, a dreamy look on his tired features. It looked like he was blissfully unaware of the current coldness, unaware of everything that was around him.

"Cid?" she gently poked him, "Wake up."

Slowly, he opened his eyes. A dry cough emerged from his almost blue lips.

"Couple more hours, then we move our asses to the nearest town. Icicle village shouldn't be to far from where we are," he decided.

"That such a good idea?" Yuffie whispered as she cuddled beside him, she felt how cold the older man was and it scared her. There was a good chance of Cid dying on this flight.

"……don't think so but my butt will freeze to the deck if I lay here any longer," he finally answered.

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