Uh… yeah… something to say. Hmm… well, people have given me a lot of suggestions about what the pairings should be. Someone said I should do Clouffie, someone else said I should do Cloti, and I'm killing myself racking my brain over what a Cloti is. What's gonna happen? Who knows? Well, I do. And you don't. And another thing, a piece of advice everyone, don't write a fic for a game you haven't played in awhile. It's all those secondary characters who get you. So Cid's wife's name is Shera, huh? I'll have to remember that…
Uh I don't like to make long announcements but I still have two more things to say. For one the main reason I haven't updated for awhile is because I'm now in band camp. Yes, I am a band geek. Hey, it's a good way to meet hot chicks. Yes believe it or not where I live band geek chicks are hot. Well, most of them. Anyway this puts my schedule to sleep, wake up, sleep some more, oversleep, scramble to get ready in 10 minutes, play music, eat sack dinner, march, practice field charts, flirt with clarinet players, go home eat real dinner, then go to sleep and start over. Not much room for other stuff, huh? And on another note, in an original fiction story I'm writing on (the Central Continent) I guess the idea of naming continents after directions (such as Eastern Continent) originally came to me from this game without me noticing it, so I will admit that I didn't come up with that idea. Well, enough ranting for now… on with the show!
Chapter 3- Asbestos for the Rest of Us
-10 years ago-
Bugenhagen sat at his desk, scribbling away at his memoirs. It was dark in his office, and his only light was a lamp next to the paper he was writing on. "I am getting old in my days, and there will soon be a time when I am no more. I do not want my observatory to go to waste. I would like someday that the observatory become a place for learning. A university perhaps, if you will. I hope that someday my findings throughout my years will serve to teach the youth so that they can find all the things that I could not. I foresee a very prosperous future indeed.
-present time-
"Go! Go! Go!"
The student guzzled down the last of the beer bottle, throwing his arms in the air. At Bugenhagen University, two students made their way out of the crowded dorm room as the other one opened up yet another bottle of beer. One of them looked out the window. "Hey, look, Red's home!"
His friend looked out the window to see the Highwind speeding towards the Canyon.
BOOM!
"YUFFIE!"
"GET RID OF THE BUTTON AND I WON'T PUSH IT!"
"WILL YOU TWO JUST SHUT UP!" Tifa shouted in a spontaneous fit of rage. "Now you all wait here, this will only take a second." But it took much longer than that and they got bored. Eventually, after Cid ordered the personnel to stay put, the rest of the team followed.
Tifa and Cloud walked through the crowded commons of the new university. "Wow," Tifa said, "it's been a while since we've been here… remember Terra?"
"Terra… not really."
"Yeah, she was the very first teacher here."
"Oh, right, Professor Homers."
"Yeah… she was really smart. I remember the last thing she said to me was, 'every person gets from the Planet what they give to the Planet. That's deep. Do you remember the last thing she said to you?"
"I think I do."
"What was it?"
"Away."
"What did she say before that?"
"Go."
"Oh… well as the fates would have it, she's your logics teacher."
"…"
"But since she's a special logic teacher she likes to talk a bit… thoroughly. Well, here we are, room 208. Have a good first day of school, okay?"
"Okay."
"Don't let anyone bully you."
"If I ignore them, they'll ignore me."
"Bye honey." She kissed him on the forehead.
"See ya Mom."
"Did you just call me Mom?"
There was an air of awkward silence.
"…I gotta go."
"Bye."
Just then, the teacher came out. Professor Terra Homers was relatively young for her occupation. She had shoulder-length brown hair and emerald green eyes. She was every man's dream. And she was gay. Sigh…
"Ah, Ms. Lockhart. And Cloud… come in, come in. Red, is that you? These must be your friends," she nodded towards the rest of the group lurking at the other end of the hallway. "What an odd bunch… anyway, you all can come in too."
"This is my classroom. It has many small desks for the students and a big one for me, and a chalkboard, along with various other things in the room. I like to hold my classes here." She pointed to a door to the left. "This is the research lab. We research things in there. Come, there's something I want to see that you all may want to as well. Oh, by the way, Cloud, you stay here." She walked over to the desk and placed a glass of bubbly colorless liquid on it.
The rest of them entered the lab. It had a white ceiling, floor, and walls, and basically had that "lab" look to it. Machines were placed in various spots around the room. In the middle was a large TV screen and what looked like an operation table. They watched through a window at Cloud.
"What are we doing?" Vincent asked.
"We're seeing if he really needs this class." They watched as Cloud looked around, then snuck to the desk and took a sip of the glass. Then he guzzled it down in a second, wiping his mouth, walking back to the center of the room, and whistling innocently.
"…he passed with flying colors."
"Professor, what was that?"
"Fizzy, refreshing soft drink for dummies. Asbestos for the rest of us."
"Is that healthy?" Barret asked.
"I haven't lost anyone because of it yet. This year…" She opened the door. "Cloud, come in, please." He entered, swaggering slightly, as the professor took them to the table in the middle of the room.
"Here we have highly advanced technology. With this machine here, we can actually see the contents of peoples' minds. Cloud, onto the table please. Now, look into the screen and we shall see what lurks within Cloud's head." She placed a helmet attached to a machine on the ceiling above the table onto Cloud's head, and went to a machine and pushed a few buttons.
"Okay everyone, look into the screen. This is Cloud's mind as of now."
Everyone peered into the TV screen. It was all white. "Professor… what's that thing?"
"That, Cait, is a glass of orange juice. A pulpy, old, warm glass of orange juice. Ladies and gentlemen… Cloud Strife's brain."
Sure enough, there was a small glass of repulsive orange juice lying on the otherwise endless white plane. "As you can see we have a lot of work to do. Now, my class will be starting in a couple of minutes so if you all wouldn't mind, it's time for Cloud to begin his lessons now."
"Bye, Cloud, have a good one." Everyone bid farewell as they filed out of the room.
"Thanks guys, I'll try." And so the team left to go do whatever it was they were going to do for the rest of their vacation.
And that, for now, is that. This story is coming along a lot better than I had originally thought :) How about 14 reviews? Also, I post a bonus chapter every 15 reviews I get to say thanks for all the support. It's basically just a chapter that deals with something that has to do with the story but is not really necessary to the plot, but may give a hint or two, like an epilogue or something.
Chapter 4- The Iced Tea Massacre
"All your tests are back, and you all did fairly well." As the Professor was handing out tests, she stopped at Cloud's desk. "I want to see you in my office after class, I'll give you your test then," she whispered, then passed.
After the lesson was over, Cloud knocked on the door adjacent to the lab. "Come in," said the professor. He entered.
"Cloud, this is your test."
"You draw your A's weird… it looks like an F."
"Yes. Cloud, there were some answers on your test that I found rather… interesting."
"Like?"
"Well, on question 8, 'What is a bovine', you answered, 'A word I don't know."
"Well, that's what it is."
"And on question 12, 'What sort of food does a butcher deal with', your answer was 'DVD players'. Have you ever eaten a DVD player before?"
"…once."
"And question 27, 'What is your favorite kind of animal'…" she sighed, shaking her head.
"What's wrong?"
"This question didn't even have a wrong answer."
"So I was right?"
"I can't say you got it right, either. Am I going blind or does it say here that your favorite kind of animal is car dealers?"
"…"
Thanks for reading :)