an colouWelcome to the second little chapter of my lovely little fic, its lovely whether you think so or not cause I say so.

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Chapter I
Professor Gast busied himself at his desk, throwing a few papers into a bag. He checked over everything he had packed and zipped it up quickly. Throwing it over his shoulder walked briskly across his lab.

He was jumpy and nervous, at the slightest sound he would be on the verge of panicking. His own footsteps seemed to be causing him alarm.

He stopped at a door at the side of the lab, a door to a room where specimens were held. Gast scoffed at the thought. The current resident was no specimen; she was a beautiful woman, perfect in every way. The thought of experimenting on her churned the professor's stomach.

He looked through the small window in the door and the woman sitting there. Long flowing brown hair flowing all the way down her back, adding to the beauty of every other part of her, Ifalana, the last of the ancients.

Gast unlocked the door quickly and swung it open. Ifalana looked up at him, their eyes meeting and Gast couldn't help but feel some of his nervousness calm. She stood up and walked to him, embracing him tightly.

"Are you ready to go?" the professor asked.

"What did I have to prepare?" the ancient replied.

Gast nodded and smiled softly, taking his love by the hand and started to walk, at a quick pace down a few flights of stairs and to the elevator. When they got closer he froze, seeing the figure of someone leaning against the elevator door.

"Leaving without saying goodbye Gast?" the figure stepped forward, a metal cane clinking on the floor as he did, the shadows shifting on his face, showing a familiar face that went with his equally familiar voice.

"Vincent? What are you doing here?" Gast asked, shocked to see the Turk standing before him.

After being release from the hospital a few years ago, Vincent had needed a cane to walk. He managed to retain a job as a Turk, though he did more paper work and less physical work. However he was slowly gaining more mobility.

"I figured you were leaving, I want to help. I know... how important love is after all," Vincent replied, his voice faltering slightly with his last few words.

Gast smiled weakly and nodded. Vincent returned the nod and hit the elevator button with his cane.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" he said gesturing them in, "I knocked out some of the cameras on my way here. They'll realize you're running, but hopefully not until we're out of here."

The elevator ride was an anxious one, all three of the passengers were nervous. When it dinged to signify they had reached the bottom floor, both Vincent and Gast jumped.

With his gun in one hand and cane in the other Vincent took the first step out of the elevator, making sure it was safe before nodding to the others. They ran from there, straight to the door, footstep accompanied by the clicking of the Turk's cane.

As Vincent had predicted, no one seemed to be following them and they made it out the door with ease. Suddenly, however, the Turk missed a step, not use to walking at such speed, and collided with the ground.

"Vincent!" Gast stopped and looked at the young man sprawled on the ground.

"Don't stop! I'll be fine, just keep going!" Vincent snapped as he pushed himself up slowly.

Gast stood there for a moment, just looking at him, until he felt Ifalana tug at his sleeve. "Thank you Vincent... stay safe," Gast said before turning away and starting off again.

"Stay safe yourself!" Vincent called out, sitting on the ground in the dead of night.


Nineteen-year-old Aeris Gast trudged slowly through the snow. She pulled her coat around her trying to keep warm as a chilled air blew past her.

Upon reaching her home she opened the door quickly, stepping inside. She kicked snow off her boots and shouted, "Dad! I'm home!"

Aeris lived alone with her father, ever since her mother died from an illness three years previous. They had lived on the northern continent all Aeris' life, it was cold desolate and lonely. Aeris had never liked it very much; she had seen lots of pictures of flowers in books and thought they were beautiful. She had always wanted to see some, other than the few that managed to survive the snow.

After hanging up her coat, Aeris scanned the house. Test tubes and paper from her father's experiments littered the area. She shook her head and picked a few of the things up, making the house look at least a little neater.

Once she had finished she looked for her father. Being a small home it didn't take her long. She found him in his tiny study, sitting at his desk, a piece of paper clutched tightly in his hand, staring at it blankly.

"Hey Dad, what do you want for dinner?" She asked, but no reply came, not even a change in expression. Aeris took the few steps to her father worried and slow. "Daddy?" she said, placing a hand on his arm and shaking it gently.

Professor Gast snapped out of it, and looked up at his daughter slowly. "Aeris... so beautiful... like your mother..." he said, raising a hand and putting it affectionately on the side of her face. His expression changed then, to a sad, hopeless look, "Things are... things will get dangerous soon..."

Aeris looked at him, scared at the way he was acting, "What are you talking about daddy?"

"Aeris I want you to promise me that if something happens to me you'll go to Midgar and find your godfather!" Gast said with a sudden forceful tone. It was the same one he used when Aeris was a child and refused to do what he had asked her.

"Godfather? Daddy what are you-"

"Just promise me!"

Aeris took a step back, startled. Her mind was trying to work out what was making him act this way, and trying to think of anything she could about this godfather of her, she didn't even know she had one.

"I promise," she said weakly after a moment, "But I-"

"He'll find you, you don't have to worry about finding him. He... has a knack for intelligence," Gast replied, calming down a little.

"Dad... what's going on?" She asked.

"Nothing... no need to worry my dear," Gast said, smiling and back to his normal self. He stood up; dropping the paper he had been clutching so tightly until now and patted his daughter on the shoulder. "Now, I think I'll have a nice shower before dinner."

Aeris watched her father leave the room and then looked down at the paper. She bent down, picked it up and read the only three words that were written.

'They found you.'


Lying on her bed, Aeris stared at her ceiling. She was even more worried now than during her father's little out burst earlier. During dinner, her father had avoided her eyes and had hardly spoken. It just wasn't like him.

She rolled over, trying to sleep, though she hadn't bothered to change, she just wanted to forget about this day.

The doorbell rang suddenly and the teenage girl sat up. She started to her door, wondering who could be at the door in the middle of the night.

She didn't even make it to the door before he father burst in, looking panicked.

"Aeris quickly! You have to leave, you have to go now!" Gast said, showing his panic even more.

"Dad, what is it? What's the matter?" she asked.

"I don't have time to explain!" Gast replied and shoved a backpack into her hand, along with a staff and her coat

, "Take these and leave! Go to Midgar and find your godfather! Out the window... they have the front door."

Aeris stood, just looking at her father blankly for a moment. Her father pushed her urgently toward the window, before she complied and moved of her own will. Right before Aeris went out the window Gast smiled at her.

"So like your mother... so beautiful... I love you Aeris," he said, his voice weak.

She started to walk away from her home with some reluctance. Then she heard a gun shot back in the direction of her home. She froze and looked back. It was a long while before she started to move again. Her heart wanted her to go back home, but her mind pushed her to Midgar.


Author's Note: MUWAHAHA… Okay… I don't know why I did that… just felt like it. Anyways, there is chapter number two, a little sooner than I thought it would be, since I procrastinate, also I wasn't going to update until Beholder of the Shadows reviewed cause that's what she does to me, but I'm impatient and I didn't want to wait. I went back to the first chapter and corrected a few things, so it's better. Ya I still need Beta people… so like I said before email me! Until next time... for those who couldn't tell... there was a time lapse in this chapter.