Final Fantasy VII SQUARE-ENIX.
They had no idea where they were headed and the day was getting dark too quick. Cold breeze and the last leaves gave clear signs of the arrival of winter. Cid followed Tifa without caring to ask her where she was leading them; obviously her only concern at the moment was to move away from there as quickly as possible. How he wished to help her carry Vincent but his leg had been gentle enough to let him keep her furious pace.
As if she had read his mind she stopped and turned.
"Cid, are you…do you want to rest?"
He blinked a bit biting his lower lip. Once more she read right through him and slowly placed Vincent on the ground. Cid took out his cell phone and tried checking for any coverage…nothing once more.
"I'm going to look around for any eatables…" and so he left.
Vincent was deeply asleep, she heard him mumble some incomprehensible words from time to time. She brushed his hair from his face deeply concerned. Why did she want to cry? He wasn't going to die, that was sure from the way his wound had already healed. Still, something inside bothered her deeply as she bent down trying to take comfort on a kiss.
"Tifa!" Cid came running not without a goofy jump because of his precarious condition.
"What is it?"
"Fire…there's fire coming…ahead…hanf…"
She quickly took Vincent on her back.
"Lead the way!"
It was true, on top of the trees she could see a clear sign of fire coming out from who knows where. They followed the column of smoke which was further than it seemed. Finally they saw the small shack.
Tifa had learned from before to avoid running to any human-looking-shelter so eagerly.
"Eyes open Highwind."
"Yup!" he looked the house closely, and the proceeded further to give it a quick turn.
"Hey you!"
Cid met another fire weapon, it was a shot-gun more precisely, and more precisely in the hand of a woman.
"Err emm…sorry, we were only looking for a little shelter…" he backed up.
The woman had dark brown hair apparently tied in a pony tail but it was completely scattered all over. Her clothes were baggy men clothes and obviously not hers since she had them all rolled up to fit. Even with all that dirt on her face and some evident wrinkles she was quite attractive.
"Thinking such thing with a gun pointed…I'm such an asshole…"
"What you laughing at?"
"Nothing…sorry…sorry…"
"Cid…" she gasped to see the woman with a gun "What's going on?"
"And who are you?"
Tifa could read in her eyes the fierce look hiding only a scared woman.
"We don't want to harm you, my friend needs to eat well. Do you have anything to eat?"
She turned her gun to her.
"Please…" she pleaded with all her heart trying to convince her.
"Fine…" she let her gun down "Follow me."
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"A hum?" he seemed to slowly recover his strength. He tried opening his eyes a bit and smile to the familiar figure humming. Seemed like he was noticed because he heard the reply.
"Rest, you'll eat soon…"
"Yes…Lucrecia…" and he was once more asleep.
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"I'm so happy to hear he's getting better."
Cid gave her the oddest look "Boy, where you so thrilled with me as well?"
"Ah, no, I mean…" she giggled "Obviously you dork!"
"Uhmmm…"
"Well, we can make some good food out of a couple of this…"
She held tight in front of them a pair of dead rabbits.
"Uhmmm…" she felt like puking after seeing those dead things.
"What's your name anyways?"
"Viviane."
"Viviane what?"
"That's it."
"No…surname?"
"My surname died with my husband."
"Oh…we're sorry…"
"Me not! Darn bastard!"
"Feel like telling us you're story Viviane?"
She stared at them quite a while, then she grabbed the chair turning it backwards and sitting in a very manly way. Cid was liking her less and less.
"Sure! I…me and my husband…we arrived here when our aircraft had an accident. We had no way to return to the real world so we established ourselves here a long with the others."
"Others?"
Tifa startled, by any chance…
"By any chance you and the others are the ones who live in that village not far from here?"
"I see you've unfortunately met them" she breathed deeply "Me and my husband lived with them for a while. Then, one day, they thought it'd be best to set some rules…rules started becoming troublesome for women, which, being only a few couldn't fight back much."
"So you two left?" added Cid.
She chuckled "Not really…my husband disapproved so he pretended to abide to those fucked up rules. We kept it like that for a while…"
She spit on the ground giving further chills to Cid.
"…then he became just like them. He dared give me orders and finally…he once slapped me and I snapped back! I got up, packed my things and left!"
"So, he's actually alive?"
"Probably...but I don't really give a damn!"
"Maybe you can describe him, we might be able to understand who he was…"
She shrugged "It doesn't matter, I never wanna hear about him again."
They heard some noise from inside the room. Tifa got up at once but remained still as she saw him open the door slowly but fully recovered.
"Vincent!" she tried to contain herself "You're fine…" her heart beating like crazy fighting the urge to seize him.
"Y…" he backed up and his eyes widened in an unnatural way before them. He fell on the ground his eyes still wide in horror.
"Vincent?"
"Hey! What's up my man?" Cid got up as well moving to him.
"Lucrecia…."
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