Well, i'm back for a third story. This one is the result of a coffee high at 1 in the morning I actually think that this one might be rather good...well at least its better than the other crap i've written. um yeah, read and review!
Disclaimer: If I owned FFVII, do you think i'd be sitting here writing fanfiction for it? I think not.
And lastly, the title for this is also the title of my favorite song by a band called The Used.
One last thing. If theres any spacing issues or something, its a result of this stupid thing that fanfiction does and i should not be held responsible. The weird editing thing is just SO very evil...
The cold wind chilled him to the bone as he trudged through the streets of Junon.
He pulled his navy blue jacket tighter around him and shivered while the breeze played tricks with his bright red hair. His emerald green Mako eyes looked wearily up to the night sky, where clouds had begun to gather.
"It's too damn cold in this town," he mumbled as he continued walking down block after block of dark, empty houses.
He didn't want to go home to the apartment he shared with his two co-workers, because he knew they would be making out for most of the night, but he also didn't want to go to the bar, because he had already gotten kicked out.
So he walked, and thought.
He thought about a lot of things, including what he used to be, and how there was no way he could make up for all the things he did in his previous job. He thought about his dead boss, and of the fate of his rivals. Most of all, he thought about what he had lost.
He looked up once more as the season's first snowflakes began to fall.
She ran.
She ran as fast as she could, but still her pursuers were catching up to her.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," she thought, as she turned down alleyway after alleyway, street after street.
But still, she had managed to pull off something no other materia thief could boast. She had completely stolen Avalanche's materia twice! That was a feat deserving of the history books, she figured.
Seeing as how she had been slowly falling away from the rest of Avalanche, stealing their materia would either bring the ninja closer to the other group members, or completely alienate the rest of Avalanche from her life.
She didn't have a problem with either option.
When it began to snow, she inwardly started cursing, knowing that the conditions would barely improve her mood right now.
She stopped for a quick breath, then started running again.
Contrary to popular belief, he had, in truth, only two serious relationships.
The first one he didn't like to think about much, although a burning hatred for Rufus was left over from that. The white cloaked man had made him end his fiancée's life, and had also drawn the two twin scars on each of the red head's cheekbones, leaving an everlasting reminder.
The second relationship he thought about every day, and continually tried to fill the ninja shaped hole in his heart. He remembered that he had done something wrong when he was drunk, and then she packed and left him, leaving nothing but a memory.
Looking back, he wished that she had stayed.
As she ran through the delicate white snow, she thought about how the Avalanche members would come to her rescue if she ever needed them, but none of them had really loved her.
Only he had done that.
She had thought back to that relationship at least five times a day, remembering how his red hair tickled her when she hugged him, and how he always knew when she was upset. Yes, he was a good boyfriend, but he had his faults.
The booze, the cigarettes, the mood swings.
Eventually she couldn't take it anymore when he came home drunk with lipstick on his face and phone numbers written all over his body. As usual, he was drunk.
She just packed up and left without saying anything the next morning.
He stopped and leaned up against a street light, casually sticking his tongue out to try and catch a snowflake.
In fact, he was so absorbed in what he was doing, he never noticed the running figure that crashed into him, sending them both down in a tangle of arms and legs.
She kept running and thinking hard about those memories. The footsteps behind her slowly became faint, although she doubted that her pursuers had actually stopped their search.
In fact, she was so absorbed in listening for their footsteps, she never noticed the figure leaning against a street light until she crashed into him, sending them both down in a tangle of arms and legs.
"Hey, watch where you're going, kid! I could've gotten hurt or—" He stopped as he recognized the figure on top of him. She gasped as emerald green eyes stared into her dark brown ones.
Both of them stared at each other, each remembering with sudden clarity all the events that had happened before this.
The footsteps could be heard vaguely in the distance, but growing ever louder with each passing moment.
He was the first to slowly say something.
"Yuffie?"
Hey, how'd ya like it? This might be a good time to go write a review for it...points furiously at the "Write Review" button
I'll probably write one more chappie for this, then it'll be finito...