Want to know something interesting? 'Kernel' is not how you're supposed to pronounce 'colonel.' That's a slang term that's easier to say so we all do. It's supposed to be said like 'co-lon-elle.' Course it hasn't been said that way for a long time since we're all lazy. The things you learn when you're bored, lol.
Omg creepy. I just figured out you could get Barret to ask Cloud out in the game. Eew...I can do yaoi, I just can't do...Cloud and Barret...eewies. Why couldn't Sephiroth randomly appear and date Cloud!
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII, but I do own the concepts and characters that I come up with. Get it? Got it? Good. That being said, I'm kidnapping Sephiroth from Square-Enix headquarters and keeping him tied to a bed in my closet. Once I scrape enough money together to get to Japan, of course. So in other words I don't own Sephiroth yet!
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Devi - Thank you for reviewing! Nonono, I'm not offended at all, in fact I'm happy to get constructive criticism. You're right, my writing is awkward sometimes and I misuse semicolons. The latter comes from not really knowing how to handle them (I know what it's used for, just hard for me to use it properly.). I used to get in trouble for not using it, so I overuse it to compensate sometimes...Grammar is not my strong point...blech. Evil. The prior comes from reading too much old English, which can really mess with your head, lemme tell ya...it all starts to get mixed up and then you're like...WTF...o.o;;; Not that I can claim that as an excuse, it's just pure habit. I shall try to do better. Yup!
Ok, you've convinced me. Sephiroth will not be paired with any OC, since it would be entirely out of character for him.
Ryu the Youkai - In looking at the story you posted, I can pretty much guarantee they don't end up the same way, but I think yours is cool and you should continue it.
...And Ein is helping me with the chapter...licking my feet...(shudders...)
Rue slowly regained consciousness, and when she did, she wished she'd stayed under.
"Where am I?" she muttered, and sort of leaned up on her elbows. She was a little dizzy, and she felt lightheaded. Did I faint, she thought. I don't know…I've never fainted before…
She glanced around, fear rising in her again when she realized it was almost all dark.
I'm not blinded, am I!
She looked around wildly, and then her gaze focused on a thin strip of pale light, and a much paler and harder to see strip of glow that outlined a door-sized rectangle.
The floor felt like bare concrete, and as Rue's vision adjusted she could see the room was empty except for an old desk and a toppled chair. No windows.
She sat up slowly.
"Where…am I?" Rue murmured, and bent a leg up, andleaned her head on her knee.
Her natural instinct was to run at the door and demand to get out. But the memory of how she got here quickly reappeared in Rue's mind. What if they were waiting for her to wake up? It made Rue shudder to think that the Military would be so cruel as to wait for her to wake up before they killed her.
This whole situation - this state of being alive - confused her, and that only made it harder to bear.
Her phone rang, almost sending Rue jumping to her feet in sudden fright.
Its happy melody trilled up and down until she wrenched the thing out of her bag.
"Hel - Hello?" she asked nervously. "Who is this?"
Rue hadn't looked at the caller ID before answering.
"Rue? Is that you? Are you okay?"
It was Rue's mother.
"Mom!"
"Rue? Ohmygod, are you alright? Carrie called and asked if you'd got home safely, where are you!"
"I'm, I'm," Rue stammered. She shifted. "I don't know where I am!"
"What's happened to you? Where are you?" Rue's mother demanded, voice rising.
"I took a shortcut through the restricted zone" Rue started, admitting in misery, but she was cut off.
"You did what!" Rue's mother shrieked. "Rue, you know not to do that!"
"I thought it was just a regular Mako leak, they've never blocked off that part of the alleys before!"
"Okay, where are you?"
"I don't know, it's all dark and quiet," Rue whimpered. "I think I fainted…"
Rue's mother was quiet for a few moments.
"Well are you alright?"
Rue's throat constricted for just a moment and she quickly patted herself down the front, squirming in discomfort as she looked down.
"I'm fine," she said, calm only because her mother was on the phone. "I'm sure."
"Good. You're not hurt or anything?"
"No," Rue said quietly. "Mom, I'm scared!"
"I'm sure you are, honey, but calm down."
"Okay…they're going to kill me, aren't they? Because the guy said, the guy said - "
"Calm down," Mrs. Kaiser said firmly.
Rue glanced around nervously. Her phone beeped at her, but Rue ignored it.
"How am I going to get out of here, mom?"
"I don't know, sweetie. You'll be alright, just calm down."
It beeped again.
"Is, is something beeping over there?" Rue asked.
"No," her mother replied. "Why?"
Rue held her phone away and looked at it as it beeped twice at her. A message flashed across the screen, accompanied by a little flashing plug - LOW BATTERY.
And then suddenly, it beeped one more time - and the screen fell black. The phone was dead.
"No!" Rue cried out, and tried to turn it back on. It wouldn't. "Mom!"
She finally flung it away, disgusted. She bit her lip to keep from crying outright.
It was only when she was rubbing furiously at her teary eyes that she noticed that her wrists had been freed. Rue gratitude was only cursory, never to be expressed.
"Elric you bastard! Answer!" Gerry Weiss hissed as he glared intensely at the keypad.
The switchboard operator had been less than friendly in informing him it would be 'no easy task' of getting hold of the airship mechanic.
"Answer…"
If it had been possible to pace in a phone booth, Weiss would have.
"Who the hell is this? This isn't exactly a - "
"Elric, shut up. This is Gerry," Weiss said quickly.
"Gerry? What the - "
"Shut up and listen!" Weiss snapped. "You have a cousin, right?"
"Yeah," Elric replied, uncertainly. "A few. Why?"
"Is one of 'em named Rue?"
"…Yeah," Elric said. "That's right, you're home. Why? Did you meet her or something?"
Weiss took a deep breath. "She got caught in the restricted zone."
"What!"
The Lieutenant winced.
"Is she alive?" Elric asked slowly.
"…For now," Weiss said. "I don't know for how long…This isn't a routine job."
"Shit," Elric muttered. "There's nothing…?"
Weiss glanced over his shoulder. "…I don't know. Any ideas?"
"None here. Any chance you could sneak her out?"
"To where? How? She's not a dyke, can't dress her up like a soldier."
Weiss could hear Elric's heaving sigh. "Listen - I'll call you back. Try to think of something."
"Right," Weiss said. "Later."
"Bye."
Lt. Weiss hung up and kicked the door open. Fuck, how was he going to get that kid out of here!
Every last inch of his training said she deserved to die for her transgressions. Everyone knew the rules, and generally, everyone obeyed them. It was the stupid ones who died for breaking them. But then there remained the problem that Rue wasn't just another idiot why trespassed. She was his best friend's cousin - and her extended family had been like his own for years.
It'd almost be like killing a relative, he thought morbidly.
History is written by the victor. It may or may not be the actual truth. Pershing was well familiar with this concept, both as a historian and as a man with his head on the line.
He stared down at the readouts and the report on his desk.
Everything is going well, he assured himself. Your first priority is to locate the damned Materia, let Milne do his job. He's an able commander, top of his class. He won't fail you.
He better not, Pershing countered. Because if he does, we all burn.
Pershing glanced over the papers once more before putting them away.
He had to admit he was getting worried about the mountain operation. Milne hadn't reported in for several days, although one could say no news was good news.
Yeah, well I wish that applied to me, Pershing thought sourly. Ten years of quiet, loyal, and obedient service had apparently earned him the trust he had been hoping to gain in the high echelons. So that in fact he'd been placed in charge of an operation - answerable only to General Plumer himself - that could change the planet as they knew it.
The keys to it laid hidden, obscured in history by a civilization that wanted to move forward and to forget the past.
Rufus Shinra'd had it right, Pershing thought. People are ruled by fear - whether they know it or not. Various subliminal injections of fear were enough to keep most people distracted and content. Of course Pershing wasn't calling the Military's obvious intrusions on its civilian populace subliminal; what happened five hundred years ago was still quite useful, in more ways than one.
'I'm putting you in charge, Colonel Pershing.'
Pershing's thoughts drifted into the past. It seemed surreal that at one time he'd sat in Plumer's posh office, and been told that his mission - which was to be carried out by the best the Military had to offer, answering only to the highest of authority - was to locate whatever could be found pertaining to certain events that had transpired five hundred years in the past.
As a historian, Pershing could think of only one event that would so much as spark the interest of the Military.
'Meteor?'
Plumer's mouth had curled up as he grinned at Pershing.
'Exactly. Do you know why Meteor fell on the Planet? Or rather, how it came to fall?'
'General Sephiroth summoned it.'
'Using what, exactly?' Plumer had asked calmly.
'The Black Materia,' Pershing readily replied. '…Is my mission to locate the Black Materia, sir?' In Pershing's memory it had sounded as if he were playing a guessing game with his superior.
'It is. And to locate the body of Sephiroth.'
Pershing had been shocked. Even if it was possible to find the Black Materia, what made Plumer think a body that had been dead for five hundred years; that had died in the worst of terrain and left to rot, would still be there? At all?
However, like the good soldier he was, he kept his mouth shut. He accepted the unmarked file given to him without complaint, and marched out of the office not sure whether to be honored or not.
Pershing rubbed his temple.
Now we're so close, he thought. After two hellish years of dealing with the science division and faulty records, they were so close they could reach out and touch it - literally, if the scans and readouts were correct Pershing would soon be holding the Black Materia in his own two pudgy hands.
Milne was in charge of locating the body of General Sephiroth. Pershing had no idea why the high command would want the body of a deceased psychopath, the fact his body was most likely decayed past the point it could be recognized as organic notwithstanding.
However, on the bright side, Milne had reported a terrific find a few weeks ago. An immensely long, curved katana. It was only the blade, and no guard or handle to speak of as they had rotted away over time, but it was the legendary Masamune.
It had remained mountainside to be cleaned and re-sharpened, and to the best of Pershing's knowledge, was now in almost as good a condition as the day it had been forged.
Pershing stood up, and paced back and forth in his office. He'd have to do something about that civilian. He didn't want to have her executed, since every time a civilian was caught and executed there was a public outcry. The last time they had actually forced a trial, though it was bought and paid for from the outset.
If this were just a usual operation I could possibly just let her off, threaten her to keep her quiet, and black mark her file, Pershing thought. But that's not an option. High command won't tolerate any chance of a breach in security.
He sighed, and reached for a little bottle of Aspirin to his left.
Bah, I keep going over this with a fine tooth comb and no matter what, this damned site ALWAYS manages to fuck up my formatting. So if there's any fuck ups with spacing between words or something, IT AIN'T MY FAULT. It even erased half a sentence one time, and then the random word.
Have you ever heard guys talk amongst themselves? They cuss and use the worst language has to offer.
A little short, I know, and I bet y'all are getting sick of Rue. Bear with me just until the next chapter. Just wait until the next chapter...more will be explained. Woo! The next chapter will be quite long...
I'm sorry for taking so long with it, but here's where the story picks up. I'm just not the kind of author who launches into it from the first word. In the next chapter, murder, mayhem and destruction all wrapped up into one pretty little dormant package. Yay!
RR!