Disclaimer: If I owned Final Fantasy VII, this fanfiction wouldn't be possible. Thank you, Square-Enix.
Notes: Chocobo comments are underlined… Can someone tell me how the last chapter sounded like yuri? I just don't get it.
If you went to see Pirates on opening weekend, I am semi-pissed at you; I work at a movie theatre, and that sucked… FYI: Semi-pissed equals me pouting (which makes me look like a bunny); yes, I am pathetic.
Aerithism
Thirteen: Out of Options
Yoshoko rolled off the back of the collapsed chocobo, her face landing in moist sand. After lying there, doing nothing, for several moments, she raised her head. "I think… you went the wrong way…"
"War-arkk." Oh, shut up… I had to carry your lazy ass.
Pushing herself up from the ground, Yoshoko tried to look around. "Where are we?"
The chocobo made what sounded like a scoff. "Wark warrk." How the hell would I know? I'm a damn bird.
"Okay, you stay here, while I go look around…" The ex-priestess hobbled towards a forest.
As she left, she could make out the chocobo call, "Wwark!" Like I'm going anywhere!
She stumbled through the overgrown bushes and trees. The further she walked, the more she felt as if she were being followed. She shut her eyes and tried to focus. Dragging up her ninjs-prowess from centuries past, she could hear someone breathing… Her hand crossed her body to find… nothing. Oh no… I forgot. I don't have any shuriken…
A heavy person dropped down from the trees behind her. Yoshoko turned and was grabbed by the burly man. I'm going to die… Again. How much does that—
The little former miko was no longer conscious…
"Umm… why are they carrying pitchforks?"
Azrael shook her head as she looked out the window. "It's an angry mob… They have to have pitchforks… It just wouldn't be normal."
"Are we," the brunette whimpered, "going to die?"
"Yeah probably."
"Why are you so calm!"
Azrael ignored the girl beside her and entered the kitchen. "Father? Did you, I don't know, piss off every person in Ajit?"
The red-eyed man stared at his daughter. "No, I don't think so."
"Have you killed anyone recently?"
Father did not answer, and returned to looking through the cupboards. Azrael shook her head and took hold of her father's arm. "I need to borrow this…" The silver-haired girl ripped the arm out.
It changed into a long sword which dropped onto the floor. "Great… I cannot use Masamune; stupid girly body." She placed her hands on the blade, ignoring the burning pain, and separated the blade into a small sword and a staff.
She returned to the living room, a weapon in either hand. "Here." She tossed the rod at Heiress who caught it clumsily. "We're leaving. Now."
Azrael turned and walked towards the door, but was halted when Heiress asked, "Why don't you have that, um, Masamune?"
The silver-haired girl threw open the door. "Masamune would be too recognizable, so I'm going to use Chibi-Masa… You know, the last time I went on a killing spree was the Wutai War…"
"You're going to murder them?"
The silver-haired girl shrugged. "So, it doesn't matter that they want to kill us?"
"Of course not! They're human beings."
"And we're not? FATHER! HURRY UP!" Azrael shook her head. "You shouldn't be biased for humans. There are lots of other things on the Planet as well." Her green eyes traced the oncoming mob, and she frowned. This is going to be… interesting.
Dominic resisted the urge to have his mouth hang open. Before him, the Holy Father was laughing at a joke only he understood. "Gya haa haa haa!"
"I don't think I follow." Red eyes traced the statue of the Lady Aerith. It was affixed to the wall, her body impaled through the front with Masamune.
"Rumors have started that I wanted that Fort Condor heretic killed. That I paid for him to be assassinated."
Maybe that's because you did… Probably didn't help matters that you held a press conference about it before he was announced as dead… "And what would you want me to do about that?"
The Holy Father smiled, as he pushed his burgundy robe open. "I want you to die."
Before Dominic could react, he had fallen to the floor. Blood pulled around his body, while the same metallic substance rose into his mouth.
"Gya haa haa haa!"
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