Unwanted Wing
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I hate doing these stupid things as much as the next person, but I don't own anything of Final Fantasy VII and if it were up to me I would just take Sephiroth, Vincent and Tifa would be cool too. Then I would leave.
'Saya, are you ok? Can you hear me?' Motoko's voice sounded through Saya's mind.
"No. I am dead and I can't get up, and you talk too loud." Saya muttered. "Actually, I don't want to."
'Why not? Things could be worse!' Motoko tried to argue. 'Come on Saya! Get up! We have to make sure that Shayla's death wasn't for nothing!'
"But it is bad. Shayla died cause I'm alive… If anything I'm supposed to be dead." Saya mouthed.
'But Shayla wanted you to live outside of the walls!' Motoko snapped sternly. 'If you don't get up…' Motoko stopped to think, 'I will kill you and both of your deaths would have been for nothing!'
"You wouldn't do that. You said that you're a part of me. You would be killing yourself if you killed me." Saya mouthed in denial.
'Well you're wrong! And I will prove it!' Saya felt Motoko take over her body.
"Go ahead, I have nothing to live for now that Shayla is gone…" Saya muttered.
'YES YOU DO!' Motoko shouted, her voice echoing in Saya's mind 'It's called 'your father' just in case you forgot!'
"…I guess you're right. But no one even knows if he is alive or not…" Saya nodded, her eyes still closed. "Aren't you going to kill me now?"
'Well, he is alive and you know it!' Motoko was getting pissed. 'Now get off your lazy ass!'
"Alright…" Motoko started to mentally poke Saya, "ALRIGHT I'M GETTING UP! JEEZ!"
'Finally! We got Saya off her ass!' Motoko said all too excited. 'Now lets go looking for the man of your life!'
"HEY! SEPHIROTH IS MY FATHER! NOT THE MAN OF MY LIFE!" Saya shouted.
'Ok, ok…sorry, my mistake.'
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A female jumped off the train, just coming back from her mission. She was a fairly busty woman, with dark brown hair and reddish eyes. She was wearing a white tank top and a really short leather skirt (A/N: How, may I ask can you fight in something like that?). She stretched and walked off the platform, tripping over a large object on the ground on the way out of the station.
"Jeez! Who would leave something in the middle of the walkwa…?" She stopped mid-sentence when she saw what she tripped over: a young teenager, no more then 14 or 15. She had long silver hair with black highlights, and red stripes under her closed eyes. "Wha…" She pulled herself up and looked over the body. "Hmmm…" She put her ear over the teen's head, trying to hear if she was breathing. "It's faint, but she is still breathing." The young women got up and looked at the teen, deciding whether or not to bring her home. She turned around and started to walk off. Then she heard the body moan. She sighed and turned to look at the young teen.
"Errrr…Damn it!" The brown haired women walked back over to the girl and wrapped her arms around the silver haired child's mid-section She lifted the teen over her shoulder. To her amazement the teen was fairly light The brown haired women walked back to her place to help the teen.
When she got to her bar, she brought the teen to her room and laid her on the bed, removed the backpack on her back and set it in the corner. She went back downstairs to grab some water. She reached for a cup when she realized that there was something red on her arm. She took a closer look at the red substance and jumped.
"Blood! That kid is bleeding!" She shouted. The women ran to her bathroom and pulled the first aid kit from under the sink. She ran to the bedroom and turned on the lamp. Surely enough, the teen was covered in blood. "Why didn't I notice that? I can overlook the most important things sometimes!" She said mentally kicking her self.
She pulled off the teen's shirt and uncovered bullet holes, fresh sword wounds, bruises, and scars that held silver like shine. "What the hell is this?" The girl ignored the nagging voice that was telling her to not get mixed up in this.
She cleaned most of the wounds on her front. She looked over the front of her body. "This kid has more muscles then Cloud," She said as she lightly moved her hand over the teen's stomach, admiring the six-pack that was tight on her stomach. The girl's arms had more muscle then Cloud's, too. "Damn! What did this kid do in her spare time?" Tifa asked aloud. "Well let's see if you were shot in the back too" Tifa was joking to her self, hoping that there was nothing else. She turned the girl over, and gasped at what she saw. Black writing was engraved into her back. Though Tifa couldn't read it, she attempted to anyway.
Egvl vl ega Xgvfb ru Ega Rya Nvyhab Iyhaf.
Ega Laab ru ega Qfiyae.
Er ptvyh Baieg rt Lifsievry,
Iv gat asatm Ngvw.
Ega Nvyhab Uvgeat.
"What the hell?" She looked at it over and over. "What is this, I can't even read it…"
She then heard someone walk into the bar down stairs. "Hey Tifa! Are you back yet?" A young man called through the bar.
"Oh! Cloud! I'm upstairs! I'll be down in a minute!" Tifa yelled back to him.
"Ok, Tif. Hurry down. Barret will be back any minute!" Cloud yelled back.
"Be right down!" Tifa turned to the teen that was still blacked out. 'What am I going to do with this kid?' She put her shirt back on and just let her rest. She would tell Cloud and Barret soon enough.
"Sorry Cloud, I needed to do something." Tifa explained.
"That's cool." Cloud answered. He took a seat at one of the tables and stretched. "So how did your part of the mission go?"
Tifa looked at him. "Out of all the questions you have ever asked me that one was the stupidest. If it didn't go well, then would you be sitting there right now? I don't think so."
"I guess that was a stupid question…so I guess it went as planned." Cloud got up and walked over to the entrance, "What do you think is taking Barret so long?" Cloud chuckled, "Do you think he got stuck in a door or something like that?"
"Cloud!" Tifa snapped. Cloud winced at her sharp tone. "That's not funny! I don't think you should be saying things like that about your employer, what if he heard you?"
"If he heard what?" a gruff voice sound behind Cloud, and he jumped. Tifa jumped too, for she didn't hear him come in.
"Uh…hehe…he." Cloud looked behind him slowly. "Umm…sorry?"
"You'd better be!" Barret walked over to the pinball machine and went to the basement.
"I'd keep my mouth shut from now on if I were you." Tifa muttered as she walked off with every intention of going up stairs to check on that kid she found.
"Hey Tifa?" Cloud questioned, and Tifa turned and looked at him. "Why are you going to your room again?"
"Um…I have something to do up there." With that she turned to the stairs and walked off.
"Whatever, I'm waiting till you come back down stairs before I do down there. I am not going to piss him off even more then I already have." Cloud said more to himself more then anyone.
Tifa walked upstairs and walked into her room. She closed her door and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. She looked at the child and stared at her face. 'She looks peaceful…like she has no worry in the world.' Tifa thought to herself. She smiled, 'She's really pretty even with the scar and the red marks on her face.' Tifa walked toward the window and looked over the Sector 7 Slums.
Cloud walked up the stairs and knocked on Tifa's bedroom door. "Tifa? Are you all right? You've been in your room for 15 minutes now. Are you coming down anytime soon?" Cloud asked through the door.
"I'm fine Cloud! I am just looking for something." Tifa shouted to Cloud. "Don't come in!"
"Well what are you looking for? Maybe I can help." Cloud started to sound concerned.
"No… No! I'm fi…" Tifa heard a moan from the bed. Obviously by the way Cloud kicked open the door, he did too.
"What is THAT?" Cloud shouted, pointing to the bed. "Is this is what you've been hiding?"
"I didn't know how you guys would react! Was I supposed to say 'Oh, by the way guys, I found a child that was covered in blood, half of it being her own?' Knowing you and Barret, you would have come up here and tried to kill the kid!" Tifa shouted. Cloud looked behind her and stared wide-eyed. She turned and looked to see what Cloud was staring at and gasped.
Standing there was the child that Tifa had brought to the bar. Her eyes were blood red and she didn't look like the happiest child in the world. She just stood there staring at Tifa and Cloud, "Where am I?" She asked, not sounding mad or about ready to kill something. She was calm and the intensity of the glow in her eyes stared to subside. "Who are you? I don't remember what happened…" She started to walk forward and tripped. Tifa caught her shoulders before she hit the ground.
"Hey, Take it easy. You should still be laying down, you're still very weak." Tifa help the child back over to her bed. "What's your name?" Tifa sat her down on the bed and handed her a glass of water
"Saya…" She muttered and took a long drink of water.
"Saya, that's a nice name." Tifa stared into her eyes. Her gaze was distant, almost non-existent.
Saya looked at Tifa. "Where's my bag?" Tifa looked at her like she was delusional, but realized she was talking about the backpack.
Tifa walked over to the corner and picked it up. Tifa looked at Cloud, who in turn just shrugged his shoulders signaling he had no idea what was going on. "Here, I found it on your back but I had to take it off to fix your injuries." Tifa handed over the bag to the teen, who in turn took it gratefully.
Tifa and Cloud watched as Saya opened it and looked inside. She pulled out a sword (A/N: Big backpack, huh?). Tifa and Cloud jumped back, Tifa's arms up and ready to fight. "Sorry." Saya muttered and handed it to Tifa.
Tifa walked up to Saya and carefully pulled the sword out of Saya's hand. The blade of the sword immediately fell to the ground. "This is really heavy!" Tifa muttered. Cloud was shocked that kid pulled the sword out of the bag as if it were nothing. "I must have not noticed it when I pulled your backpack off of you."
Saya shook her head. "That sword is enchanted in a way. The weight of the sword all depends on your strength. If you're capable of lifting so many kilos, the sword will weigh so many more kilos. You're in constant training when you use that sword." Saya muttered.
"But how come it wasn't that heavy when it was inside your pack?" Tifa asked as she sat next to Saya. Cloud had left the room, a bit bored.
"The sword makes it easier to carry when it is in a container like a backpack or a sheath. My friend used to call it 'Grade'. I'm not sure why."
"You asked me where you were a minute ago, well you are in the Sector 7 Slums" Tifa told her. "I found you in front of the Sector 6 train station. You were unconscious and I sort of tripped over you…" Tifa laughed a little and looked back at Saya. Saya's eyes were glowing, not intensively or anything…just enough to freak someone out. She seemed to be thinking about something.
Her eyes were wide and she seemed worried about something. "I'm not there anymore? That means…it's true…I really am free" She gave a small smile. But the smile disappeared as soon as it came "Then that means…Shayla…" Saya looked down "It was all true…she died to get me out…"
Tifa just sat there looking at Saya. "I think you need to rest some more. You still look tired and your wounds won't heal if you keep moving." Tifa tried to convince her.
Saya just looked at the ground, the strips under her eyes faded away slowly. Tifa just noticed that her eyes had the unnatural glow of Mako in them. "Did you used to belong to ShinRa?"
Saya's head snapped up. She looked a little worried. "Well I was just wondering, because your eyes glow a little more then if the poison was a mistake" Tifa explained. Saya's facial expression went from being worried to a complete glare. Tifa realized that she had asked something she wasn't supposed to ask. "I don't want to know if you don't want to tell me."
"You're right, I don't want to tell you." Saya sharply snapped.
Tifa got up and quickly walked to the door of her room. "Get some rest and I will wake you when I have something for you to eat." Tifa walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Saya was left in the room alone. She lie on the bed and curled in a ball. "Shayla, I'm sorry." Saya drifted off into her dreamless sleep for the second time of the night.
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Tifa walked down the steps to the bar and saw Cloud sitting at the table drinking something
"What are you drinking?" Tifa asked, wondering if he was trying to steal alcohol again.
"Water, you want to check?" Cloud said, grinning a little.
Tifa walked up to him and smelt his drink. She set it on the table and walked behind him. "You're a liar, Cloud Strife!" Tifa yelled and smashed him over the head. "And to add on that, you're not very good at lying!"
"Ouch…" Cloud rubbed his head. "Nothing gets by you does it?"
"Not much." Tifa looked to the stairs. 'I wonder where that kid, Saya I think she said, came from. Her eyes glowed a little.' Tifa thought.
"Hey Tif, what are you thinking about? You don't need to burn holes in the table you know." Cloud chuckled a little at his joke. Tifa on the other hand did not think it was funny, she didn't even hear him. "Tif? Tifa?" Cloud waved his hand in front of her face. That's a mistake on Cloud's part.
Tifa instinctively grabbed his hand and twisted it. Cloud shouted, and Tifa snapped back into reality. "Sorry Cloud. I was thinking about something." Tifa explained.
"Really? I can only guess what you're thinking about." Cloud made a fake thinking face and stared at the table. "See? I am Tifa and I am going to burn a hole in the table."
"Stop it, you jerk!" Tifa punched him in his arm and he fell out of his chair.
"HEY! CAN'T A MAN THINK ANYMORE?" Barret's voice came from underneath the pinball machine.
"Sorry!" Tifa yelled. She then kicked Cloud in the stomach and walked behind the bar. 'I wonder why that kid had that thing carved in her back….' Tifa thought. "Egvl vl ega Xgvfb ru Ega Rya Nvyhab Iyhaf Ega Laab ru ega Qfiyae. Er ptvyh Baieg rt Lifsievry, Iv gat asatm Ngvw. Ega Nvyhab Uvgeat." Tifa slowly repeated the unknown words to herself. "What do they mean? I have to know!" Tifa murmured in a low tone. She looked up to Cloud. He was still on the ground, holding his stomach. 'Whoops…I kicked him too hard…hehe" Tifa laughed to herself and went back to cleaning the bar.
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'What are you doing sleeping again?' Motoko's voice echoed through Saya's head.
"I was barely able to hold up Grade. I would never have gotten far." Saya thought, "Did you see the way that Ex-SOLDIER looked at me? He looked me up and down. I think he figures I'm girl. And girls don't get the mark of SOLDIER unless they are involved deeply in ShinRa."
'How do you know he is an Ex?' A scene unfolded in front of Saya's eyes, it looked like a neighborhood, with empty houses and dead town-like street. Motoko made herself known to Saya. Motoko was dressed like a high schooler: Baggy pants, hoodie sweatshirt, and combat boots (A/N: well…that's how I dress to go to school…). Her silver-black hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, and a thick-banded watch was wrapped over her right wrist. 'To me he looks like any other SOLDIER.' Motoko was tall and looked much like Saya did now, except she had wings and her highlights were much darker Motoko's eyes glowed much like Saya's, but she had a tinge of green in the mix of her eyes.
"Because, I trained with him when I was younger. I know he quit later…he stopped coming to practice. With his original response, I don't think he remembers me. That's a good thing."
'Hmm, well that is good.' Motoko said. Saya looked at her and nodded 'So I guess you need more motivation to wake up, huh?'
"No more motivation will come from you again!" Saya almost shouted at Motoko. "By the way, why do you look so different now from when you were released from my body?" Saya looked over her clothes.
'Um… I'm not really sure…There much more comfortable than the wings, you know?' She said, pulling at her shirt. 'I don't need the wings now, its not like anybody else will see me. So why not?'
"I need more sleep…my body is fighting to get me back to sleep. No use fighting it." Saya yawned, "The body you try to take over won't move for you next time you take over my body." Saya shrugged off the evil look Motoko was giving her. "I'm leaving now. Talk to ya later." Saya waved and turned, walking off in to oblivion, completely ignoring Motoko's protest.
'Can't stand her sometimes…' Motoko crossed her arms
'Well you better stand her. She is the only way to make the plan work!' Motoko turned around to see a man dressed in black, his blue eyes moving up and down Motoko's body. 'Don't you dare mess up! And by the way, you look better in the wings.' And with that he disappeared.
'Wha…' Motoko almost fell over at his last comment. She sneered at him, 'Pervert! Can't stand him either. And he's supposed to have a girlfriend already.' Motoko sat in the grass of the dead town neighborhood, and lie down. Motoko sighed, 'Men, pathetic. I just hope Saya figures that out soon.' She closed her eyes, and went to sleep.
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A/N: Ok I think I will leave it here. I have no idea what I am going to do next. So unless I think of something, I am not going to finish this fic. Give me ideas and then I might be able to finish chapter 4. I'm not big on ideas, and I came up with this beginning plot about 2 years ago for a school essay on anything we wanted, I choose to write a story. And I started the first 2 chapters and did this one about 2 days ago. Anyway, Read and Review!
Ninja Mage: Thanx again for editing. Oh Ya, We won our match! We have another one tomarrow, were playing Cornado, one of the National Teams (their JV team is a challange for our Varsity, Thats how hard there going to be).
Razer Flaresoul: Here is the next chapter for ya. Talk to ya later, if you've read your email you know i am not haveing a fun day, not a fun one at all.
Later (Needs to get something to stop the swelling in the arm caused by a little rubber ball going about 40 KPH, I hurts, I dont care what anyone says!)
Sayahiei