Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Final Fantasy 7. I only own Kya and Kiera.
Note: I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this fic so I'll let you guys decide. If you think I should continue, write a review saying so. Enjoy.
Kya walked slowly through the streets of Midgar, her eyes scanning everyone and everything she passed. Though no one knew she was searching for anything she was searching for a certain face. One that she hadn't seen many times and still hadn't forgotten. It was the face of a small girl. Her blond hair matted from lack of brushing, her bright gray eyes shining with an inner joy. She wore clothes that seemed to be too small for her but still seemed to protect her from the cold.
Only once had Kya asked the girl her name. In return the girl told her Kiera. It was a name Kya could never forget. It was once her mother's name; her mother who left her while she was only seven. That had been twelve years ago and she still remembered her face. She still remembered her dark eyes. She wondered why she looked nothing like her mother. Her mother, with her shoulder length black hair and pale skin, seemed to have the appearance of a goddess.
Kya, on the other hand, had bright red hair that reached down to the base of her shoulder blades. Her skin was pale but with a slight golden tinge to it. And her eyes, which seemed to glow at times, were a deep emerald green.
She had her own beauty but she wished she had her mother's height. Her mother was 5'5" while Kya only stood at 5'1". She always seemed to act as an armrest for the guys who flirted with her, something she always resented.
"Kya?" A small voice asked behind her.
She turned to find Kiera had been following her through all her thinking.
"Kiera." She smiled as the small girl ran into her arms. "I came to keep my promise." She whispered in the little girl's ear.
"I'm going home?" She asked excitedly.
"Your new one. If I knew where your old home was I'd take you there." She answered as she took Kiera's hand.
"I never want to go back there. Daddy was mean." Kiera spoke silently.
Don't worry. She thought. You'll never have to go back to him. I'll make sure of it.
A pair of bright green eyes watched in the distance. Locks of strait silver hair flowed down in the vision of one eye but still didn't abstract their vision.
"She holds the key." A calm voice whispered.
Note: Okay. Any comments and suggestions will be okay. If you want to see any certain characters go ahead and tell me and I'll find some way of including them. Tifa will appear no matter what.