Silver Dragon: Hello! New chapter to the Pilot and the Beast as you can see. Um... About the spelling mistakes... If they have something to do with the 'u' in armour, it's because I'm Canadian and we put 'u's in words like that (colour, favourite, etc.). I'm not going to stop spelling like that, so leave me alone... I didn't see any other spelling mistakes... Ah well
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Disney or Final Fantasy. But one can dream, right?
Chapter One: The Pilot and his Sister
A tall blonde man left a cottage-like house outside of a small village. He had a cigarette in his mouth and a book in his hand as he made his way into the town.
Cid, as the man was called, did not want to burst into song about how quaint and quiet the small town was.
"This damn town is so damn boring," is what he did say. The town's baker walked by with his goods, whistling to himself.
"Bonjour Cid," the baker greeted.
"Bonjour"
"What are you doing today?"
"Returning a book I finished," Cid said, then he was about to say what the book was about, when he was rudely cut off.
"That's nice"
"Bastard," Cid muttered under his breath as he walked away from the baker.
Unfortunately for Cid, even if he didn't burst into song about the village, that didn't stop them from singing about him.
"There goes that young man, what a strange young man he is"
Cid gritted his teeth, they did this every time he came into town. Cid then turned around and flipped the middle finger at them. That didn't discourage them.
"With his head always in books…"
Cid half ran all the way to the library to get away from the singing. Cid was sure one day all of songs would drive him crazy. Cid breathed a sigh of relief when he entered the library. The doors and windows muffled or completely stopped the songs from coming through.
"Oh, hello Cid," said the old librarian, when he heard Cid come in he looked up from some book. The old man stood up and walked towards the blonde man. "How are you?"
"#in' awful" Cid muttered. "They won't stop that # singing"
"I guess they need something to do and you are somewhat new to the town," the librarian said, and then shrugged. "What are you here for?"
"I'm returning the book"
"Already!"
"Yup, I couldn't #in' put it down," Cid said, handing the book to the older man. Then he started to walk along the shelves, searching. "Got anything new?"
"Not since yesterday," said the bookkeeper, placing the book Cid had finished on a shelf. The old man was annoyed with Cid's continual swearing at first, but he had gotten used to it. Same with Cid's smoking.
"Well… I'll take this one," Cid decided, pulling a book off the shelf.
"That one? But you've already read it two times!"
"Third # time is the charm" answered Cid, grinning.
"Well then you can keep it"
"Really? # Thanks"
"Good day to you," said the librarian as Cid walked out of the library, back to the singing.
One thing about books Cid enjoyed was that sometime he could get so into the book that he could block off all sound. Including singing. He walked down the street, dodging the occasional kid that ran into his way, after fighting the urge to kick the kid.
Shera watched Cid walk by as she reloaded her gun. She aimed at another duck that was flying and shot at it. She adjusted her glasses as the duck fell to the earth.
A fat man rushed forward and shoved the duck into a bag along with the other game Shera had gotten today.
"You're the best Shera!" Palmer exclaimed, running back to the woman's side.
"I know," Shera replied in an annoying fashion, but nobody told her that. "And the best deserves the best as her husband"
"Yea, I know, so who's the lucky guy?" Palmer asked.
"Him," Shera said, pointing at the oblivious Cid, who was slowly making his way home.
"The pilot? The crazy girl's brother?" Palmer said astonished. He never found Cid the best at anything really. Except for building things or tolerating his sister. "Why Cid?"
"I chose Cid because he is the best, and the best looking man in this town," Shera told him. " He is the best, and I deserve the best."
"Well, yea, but he's weird, and his sister is crazy" Palmer pointed out. He also wanted to point out that Cid wasn't the best looking man in town. There was Rufus and some others. He also didn't mention how annoying it was when Shera kept repeating herself. Palmer didn't tell her this because he knew that she who try to kill him if he said it.
"Really? I hadn't noticed his sister," Shera said. "Now if you excuse me." Then Shera walked off to catch up with Cid, leaving Palmer behind with all her game and gun.
Cid had noted that the villagers had stopped singing, but he didn't stop reading. He had gotten to one of the best parts in the book. The two main characters were meeting for the first time, and he really enjoyed the fight between them.
He read on until the book was pulled out of his hands. Cid came back to the real world and looked up to see Shera holding his book. "Can I have my book back Shera?" Cid asked politely as he could.
"How can you read this?" Shera questioned, flipping through the pages. "There aren't any pictures."
"Give me the damn book," Cid growled. "You're a scientist, you should know how to # read."
"Yes, I do, but I like books with pictures," Shera said, throwing Cid's book over her shoulder. The book fell into a puddle of mud. "People have been talking, or singing actually…" Shera corrected herself, and began to wonder why.
Cid picked up his book from the mud, and wiped it with a scarf that was around his neck. "Oh really," he said sarcastically.
"Yes," Shera answered, not catching Cid's sarcasm. "You shouldn't be reading. You should be doing more manly things… Like hunting, for example."
Cid rolled his eyes. "I enjoy what I # do, and if I should be hunting, shouldn't you be at # home cooking or something?"
"Don't change the subject," Shera scolded. "You should be getting yourself a wife soon, you know."
"If you damn well think it's going to be you. Sorry to burst your # bubble, but it isn't gonna be you, bitch." Cid growled. Shera had done this multiple time before, and if he didn't want it before, Cid didn't want it now. "Now I have to go home and see if Sis blew up my mechanics workshop."
Palmer jogged up; it had taken him awhile to catch up because of his lack of exercise. "Your sister is crazy! Everybody knows it." He laughed after catching his breath. Shera joined in too.
"She isn't crazy, she's just weird," Cid almost yelled, glaring at palmer with and evil glint in his eye. He sure did wish he had the Venus Gospel right now, so he could run that fat pig through. Then there was an explosion from Cid's house.
"SHIT!" Cid yelled, running towards his home. Leaving Shera and Palmer rolling on the ground laughing.
(Scene Change)
Cid climbed down the stairs that lead into the cellars. When he had first came to the village he had turned the cellars into a mechanic workshop so he could tinker and build things. Though recently, his younger sister had kicked him out.
"Dammit Sis, if you've blown up anything of mine, I swear…" Cid coughed, waving away the smoke that filled the cellar. Then he came face to face with his sister who was almost completely covered in grey ash.
She coughed a couple of times, and then lifted the goggles, which looked suspiciously looked like his, from her eyes.
"How was I supposed to know those chemicals were going to explode!" Yuffie said indignantly.
"Those are # mine!" Cid exclaimed, recognising his goggles. "I was wondering where they went. You stole them you brat!"
"Hey! Hey! I need them!" Yuffie said. She ducked out and under Cid's swiping hand. She moved to the other side of the thing she was making. "I think I'm going to give up on this hunk of junk."
"Good, now I can have my # workshop back."
"Nevermind! I think I have new inspiration!" She exclaimed, climbing underneath the machine.
"Brat, you're just trying to keep me from what I like"
"Am not! Now can you hand me that funny silver hand-thingy?"
"A wrench?"
"Yea, that thing"
Cid handed Yuffie the wrench and sat down on a chair near by. "Yuffie, do you think I'm weird?"
"You weird? Of course!" Came the reply from underneath the machine.
"You really # helpful aren't you, brat"
"Yup!" Yuffie said, coming out from under the machine, ignoring Cid's sarcasm.
"So, what the # is it?" Cid asked, it didn't have any sort of shape he could recognize.
"It's a Materia Finding machine!" Yuffie exclaimed. "Can't you tell?"
"# No. Why did you make it?" Cid asked.
"You know that fair with the prize money?"
"Yea, the one out of town…" Cid confirmed. "Wait… You aren't # entering that are you? Why didn't you let me build it?"
"Yes I am and because I wanted to do something," Yuffie answered Cid's questions in order. "The villagers aren't that much fun to steal from anymore, it's way too easy."
"You know, you always talking about materia and stealing it from them makes the village think your crazy," Cid told Yuffie as he walked around the 'Materia Finder'. "Does the # thing work?"
"Let's see!" Yuffie ran up and pressed a seemingly random button on the machine.
Many things started to spin, or make any sort of movement. A different array of sounds came from the machine as a claw started to move towards Cid's back pocket.
"Finder my ass," Cid grumbled as the claw withdrew holding a Cover materia he had. "It steals."
"Not exactly," Yuffie said innocently. "It's just doing that so… uh… I have proof that I found it! Yea!"
"Sure, you brat" Cid said, grabbing his materia back, and shoving it back into his pocket. "So, when will you be leaving?"
"Er… After lunch," Yuffie told him. "I need to take a bath and change." She motioned to her soot, ash covered clothes and body.
"Let me guess, you're # going by yourself?"
"Of course! I'm old enough to look after myself!" She said defiantly. "I don't need you, mother hen, on my back all the time!"
"Mother #in' hen? Care to say that again to my face, brat?"
"Uh… I gotta go and get ready! See ya!" Yuffie said hurriedly, rushing up and out of the workshop.
"Damn brat" Cid muttered, following his sister at a slower pace.
(Scene Change)
After lunch, which Cid cooked because he didn't trust Yuffie in the kitchen, Yuffie hooked up her 'Materia Finder' to their family horse, Red XIII.
"See ya, Big Bro!" Yuffie yelled as she and Red XIII rode off.
"Good luck brat!" Cid called back affectionately. He sighed. As much as he hated to admit it, he'd miss her. Cid turned back towards his house, lit a cigarette and walked towards his home.
(Scene Change)
In the middle of a forest, Yuffie glared down at a map she had in her hands. She looked up, and shivered. The trees were all droopy and claw-like, as if reaching down to grab her. The forest didn't seem natural.
"Look what you did, Red!" Yuffie said, annoyed. "You got us lost!"
Red XIII rolled his eyes in a very un-horse-like fashion, and kept going forward through the forest until they came to a crossroad.
Yuffie held up the lantern she was using to look at the map, to now look at the sign in between the two roads.
"You can't read a damn thing on that sign," Yuffie said getting more and more annoyed. She then started wondering when she had started sounding like Cid.
The sign she was looking at was scratched up, and whatever was written on it before was smudged. All in all, she couldn't read it, no matter how hard she tried.
"Darn it," she muttered. Yuffie looked at the two roads, on looked fairly normal, while the other looked even spookier than the one she was on now.
Yuffie felt a strange pull to go towards the scarier road for reasons unknown to her. "Come on, let's go this way."
Red XIII looked at where Yuffie wanted to take them, then moved towards the better road.
"No, this way you stupid horse," Yuffie said, pulling on the reigns and making Red XIII go towards the spooky road.
There was fog on this road, which made it even creepier than the last. As they made their was along, Yuffie began to have second thoughts.
"Maybe we should go back Red…" Yuffie trailed off uncertainly. Red XIII nodded in agreement and was getting ready to turn around. That's when the wolves howled.
Yuffie looked around, trying to find where the sounds had come from. Unlike Yuffie, the red horse was terrified, and started to back away faster than planned.
The 'Materia Finder' hit a tree that was right behind it. Unfortunately, the said tree was inhabited by bats. When the bats were rudely awakened from their sleep, they decide that there was no point trying to get back to sleep. They then flew out to hunt.
Bats flew out of a hole in the tree that Red XIII backed into. Which scared the poor horse into reeling back and bucking.
"AHHH!" Yuffie yelled as she fell from Red XIII's back. She grunted in pain when she hit the ground. "Ow…" Yuffie muttered, raising herself to her hands and knees. When she looked up she saw Red bolting away as if he were hunted. "Come back you stupid horse!"
Yuffie had thought of yelling, but stopped when another howl filled the sky. She got up shakily, getting mad at herself for not bringing her Conformer.
She had made it a little ways before she saw her lovely wolf friends. Yuffie backed away as they came forward. She kept backing away until she found out she was at the edge of the steep hill with a long drop down. She swallowed.
A wolf lunged at her, and she took a step back, forgetting that there was nothing there. Yuffie let out a cry as she fell and hit protruding stones until she hit a solid landing.
"I'm going to feel that in the morning…" Yuffie muttered as she rubbed her bottom, which she fell on. "If I survive to morning…" She added, looking up the mountain to see the wolves making their descent.
Yuffie looked around in hope to find somewhere useful to run. She then noticed a gate. It was old and rusty, but other than those things, in relatively good condition. Yuffie then looked beyond the gate to see a very creepy and spooky mansion. She gulped.
"Die now by wolves, or die later in a haunted mansion by ghosts and monsters," Yuffie murmured to herself aloud. She decided quickly when the wolves had made it to the bottom of the hill.
Yuffie bolted for the gate, her ninja speed helping her a great deal. Though the wolves ran after her whether or not she was fast, they knew the hunt was on. Yuffie, not losing momentum, kicked the gate open with her foot. She tripped inside when she lost her balanced, and fell. Then with her orange sneaker, kicked the gate shut in the face, and jaws, of a wolf that was lunging at her.
"Ha!" Yuffie said defiantly, trying to breath normally instead of in quick gasps. She crawled away from the gate as the wolves still tried to get her. Then to all of Yuffie's bad luck, it started to rain. "Dammit."
Yuffie stood up slowly. Then she hugged herself in an attempt to keep warm as she made her way to the door of the spooky mansion. She knocked on it hesitantly. "Anybody home?" She muttered.
When she pushed against the door, she discovered it was open.
Yuffie poked her head in to the mansion and looked around, then whistled. These are some high living ghosts and monsters, she thought.
"Is anybody home? I'd like a place to stay for the night, please?" She said as she walked inside, taking in her surroundings.
The most noticeable thing was the stairs. They were right in the middle of the entrance hall. They were huge and grand, but dusty from not being used in a long time. There were two halls that went somewhere on each side of the stairs. Other doors were littered around the entrance hall as well.
Yuffie noticed a small table by the entrance. On it was a black candleholder and a silver clock. She didn't give them a second glance as she made her way to the middle of the hall.
"Don't you dare think about it, Zack" whispered the silver clock to the black candleholder.
"Come on Sephy," the black holder whined back. "She's cold and has no place to go."
"No!" The clock hissed. "And don't call me Sephy!"
"Is anybody here?" Yuffie asked. She heard whispering, but couldn't find out where it was coming from. The ghosts aren't supposed to come yet! They're supposed to wait until I looked around more!
"Yup!" said Zack happily, and then got hit over the head by Sephiroth.
"You idiot!"
Yuffie whipped around and mentally kicked herself again for forgetting her Conformer. Then she wondered if physical weapons actually worked on ghosts… "Where are you?"
"Right here" Zack waved his arms, and then dodge Sephiroth's attack.
Yuffie blinked and stared. She walked up slowly, and picked up the silver clock. "Wow… I wonder how much I'd get if I sold these…" She said as she looked at the clock from different angles. "Is this real silver?"
"Let me go, and we aren't for sale" Sephiroth growled, then he kicked Yuffie's wrist and dropped back to the table. Even in the confines of a clock shape, he was able to land on his feet.
"Ow…" Yuffie muttered, rubbing her wrist. "Sorry, um, can I stay for the night? I lost my horse, it's raining and it's cold."
"Sure," Zack agreed. "Come this way!" Then with that said, he jumped off the table and hopped towards one of the doors, completely ignoring Sephiroth's death glare.
Yuffie followed the black candleholder into a room with a roaring fireplace. Then she noticed the clock her past her and shoved the candleholder against the wall.
"What the hell are you thinking!" Sephiroth hissed. "You-Know-Who is going to kill her and us!"
"You're overreacting, Vince wouldn't kill us, and anyway she's cold!" Zack said. "Too late now, she's in his chair."
Sephiroth turned around to see the girl had gotten herself comfortable in Vincent's chair. He hit what would be his forehead with his hand. "We are all going to die."
"Overreacting"
"Shut up Zack"
Yuffie looked up to see one of those standing coat hanger-things put a blanket on her, and then a foot stool that barked situated itself underneath her feet. Then she noticed there was a cup of tea on her lap. Yuffie was surprised at herself. She was sure that she should be crazy by now, with all the talking and moving object that shouldn't be doing that.
Maybe this place isn't filled with monsters and ghosts after all, Yuffie thought. Congratulating herself on a job well done, she took a sip of her tea.
Suddenly the fire went out as a cold wind came in. Yuffie swallowed the sip she had taken and noticed how all the objects, or people, flattened them against the closest wall. She then heard the candleholder's voice.
"Er, hi" Zack said lamely. "Don't get mad. She was cold and she needed a place to-" Zack made himself shut up when the person he was talking to blew out his candles.
Yuffie had a sinking feeling in her stomach. She just had to check… She turned to her right to see all the people-object-things were attempting to seem as small as possible.
Seeing nothing to fix her curiosity there, she turned to her left to come face-to-face with-
"Monster!" Yuffie squeaked, trying to become one with the chair, and failing.
"You see a monster do you?" Said the 'monster'. It was large, black and scaring Yuffie like nothing before.
"N-no! I was just thinking! And you appearing there freaked me out and I said the last thing aloud! It has nothing to do with you," Yuffie had the feeling that babbling on wouldn't save her. "Please don't kill me."
"What are you doing here?" the monster growled. It leaned forward baring it's fangs.
"I-I needed a place to stay," Yuffie stammered.
"You want a place to stay?" The monster almost roared. "I'll give you a place to stay! In the dungeons!"
Yuffie was easily lifted out of the chair and dragged off.
"Vince!" Zack called after, but was shut up when the door closed in his face.
To be continued
Silver Dragon: Good? Or bad? See, I told you it would be longer than the prologue. Review please!
