Ninja and the Demons

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Nothing has changed since the last chapter I still don't own final fantasy nor its characters

The sun rays had barely began to find their way through the forest leaves of the Gongaga plants, when a single creature stirred ignoring the dew that had fallen during the night on the blanket. The young ninja stretched like a cat-like animal, she stood up looking at the canopy above. It was early morning yet the birds were already flying above, she found the forest comforting. Her dark brown hair fell gently onto her shoulders, a little tangled from her dreams that night. She looked at her campfire from that night that was only issuing smoke now. She pondered for a minute wondering if there would be any travellers nearby to steal food from. Either that she would have to go hunting, she searched through her bag looking for the bread she brought a couple of weeks ago when she last entered a village. She knew it would only satisfy her stomach long enough to find more food. She quickly munched down on the bread, she looked across at her conformer laying by her side. It instantly brought up many different memories the strongest was of Wutai, she remembered when she had first learnt how to use the weapon. She'd almost killed herself, she smirked at the memory. Now it was now the only weapon she had fully mastered, she wasn't as skilled as in other weapons. She really did love Wutai she would do anything for her country, expect what her father asked of her. She sighed, maybe she was just a kid. She would do anything for her country as long as it wasn't something she didn't want to do. Maybe Vincent had been right maybe she just couldn't handle responsibility, and couldn't make sacrifices. She just felt that when she was in her country she was a bird trapped in a cage, and now that she was free she didn't want to go back into that cage.

She just couldn't marry that man, even for peace. She couldn't. She even asked if Vincent if he'd 'take him out' for her. He hadn't said anything, but she had a feeling he would.

Vincent Valentine. That name brought up so many memories, good ones as well as painful ones that plagued her mind. They had fought together so long, he even had been surprising and opened up to her more than the rest of AVALANCHE. Their friendship had worked well, he listened and she talked to him enough for both of them. But like most things in Yuffie Kisaragi's life she messed it up, and couldn't handle the change. She'd left to try and discover herself, so far she'd discovered she smelt when she didn't wash for a couple days. 'This stinks', Yuffie thought to herself. She could almost see the smiling faces of her AVALANCHE friends realising they didn't have to look after a brat like her. She tried to force those types of thoughts out of her head, she'd need to move on. Her PH hadn't gone off for awhile, she wondered if Cloud had finally given up trying to contact her. Now there's a big hypocrite, he would never answer his phone but she wasn't allowed to follow in suit. The first had been calm, then abusive, then back to calm. She remembered his last one, he said he didn't care if she didn't want to come back, didn't want to talk to them. But he just wanted her to at least let him know she was at least alive. She'd sent him, his mastered cure materia. She'd stole it from her the day she'd left, at the time she was so joyous she'd managed to steal from Cloud. But now she had about four other ones. A week she'd received a message she received a single message from him. He only said one word, 'thanks'. She wondered how Tifa convinced him to that, maybe Cloud had finally grown a brain in his Chocobo head. She smirked, at the thought of half Tifa and Cloud children. She didn't think the world would be ready for such a thing. She forced herself to her feet, deciding it was time to move on. Not realising another was following her closely behind.

Zack's grave stood on the hill, still looking over the town that he tried so desperately to get to. The sword had been place to its original location, a memorial to the man. However it was not the only one there looking over Old Midgar, there were two black Chocobo's tied to Zack's sword while the two figures looked from Old Midgar to the New Midgar that was being built a few miles away. Thanks to the WRO the two knew they would at least have to be quite in how they would proceed.

"Why do they never learn?" the pink haired woman said shaking her head slightly. "You think by now they would know by now, this place will only bring them more sadness. The pale blonde man nodded agreeing, it was a waste of time. Yet people still tried. "However that doesn't explain why we are here. I don't sense Valentine anywhere need this location, Kale."

"Patience, Mya." He told her already knowing it was a waste of breath. "Attacking Valentine head on would be a risk we can avoid." He sighed wondering why he was paired up with her of all people. He guessed they were testing him. "Valentine has one great weakness and that is the idea of losing those around him. By attacking his comrades we are sure to get his attention and unbalance his mind." Mya looked at New Midgar the cool wind lightly blowing through making her shiver. She wondered what Valentine had done to deserve this. It wasn't the first time she thought her commander was insane.

"So we attack his friends" Mya said out loud, hoping she would never be on the receiving end of Kale's plans. Kale nodded.

"This will a reaction, it will be easier to finish the job when they are all together." Mya looked at Kale wondering how in missions he could be so heartless. Or was he just relieving his rage. Kale felt her eyes on him and turned to her, her checks burned red and she looked back at New Midgar. Kale's stern face softened, he knew their life was unfair, and cruel. He sighed, it was better this way, she was alive. He shook his head slightly, repelling the thoughts. Now was not the time to be thinking about himself or Mya, they had a mission that needed his full attention.

Concerned crimson red eyes scanned the open area of Gongaga forest, quickly realising that there was no life in the area. He relaxed, as much as it was possible for him to do so. His demons were unnaturally silent, as though they too understood how close they finally were to their goal. His inner demons often talked to another to him, in order to annoy him or annoy him. However every now and again they provided him with information, if one of his comrades was injured, if something was nearby or where a monsters weakness was. This time it had been different, Chaos had told him he had to go here. Chaos was different from the other demons, Chaos understood if his host died so did he. Chaos would never directly get involved with Vincent's decisions, but this time he had demanded he go. It got to the point where Chaos would forcefully take over Vincent's body to force him. Vincent agreed finally, allowing the demons some celebration. Vincent looked around the fireplace only just seemed to have been recently burning. He noticed markings on the vegetation, and believed a person slept here. They wouldn't have been that tall not even above his shoulder height. Nor were they unharmed as he notice from several bullet casings and what appeared to be knife marks on the ground.

Vincent was not sure why this seemed so important to his demons but it was. He noticed the fresh footprints. Once again his demons awoke again stirring him to follow again. However it was unneeded due to he'd become curious him as to why his demons had suddenly made him flee Midgar

Yuffie suddenly stopped dead still, her shuriken was placed in her bag, wanting to hide the memories it brought. However she wore knives and a gun on her hip. She knew that someone was watching her but they hadn't shown themselves. She would continue onwards but she was now alert. If whatever was there, if it made so much as a noise, it would find a bullet in between its eyes. She turned and running out of the forest to a more open area.

Yuffie was correct in her assumption that she was not the only one there. High in the canopy Vincent Valentine stood in the trees watching the only twenty year old. He was mildly impressed that she was able to pick up on his presence. He knew the way her body reacted in battle, after all the battles with Sephiroth and Deepground it was to be expected. However he didn't understand the immediate reason that he had to drop everything in Midgar. Although he had been searching for the Wutai princess, Yuffie seemed to be in no danger.

'Chaos, what was your intent?' Vincent asked his demon, talking into his mind. Which in itself made him feel slightly insane.

'We left the mansion, you've been looking for her since. I finally picked up her scent' Chaos replied as though it was such a simple explanation that he should of known. 'You've been feeling guilty after your last conversation. We would like to stay out of the coffin this time'

'You can't hide your emotions from us, human. You can hide it from those other but we are stuck feeling what you feel' Death Gigas added surprisingly sounding serious than normal. Death Gigas often was the one that created havoc in his mind. Vincent vaguely wondered if that meant-

'Yes Vincent you have a bunch of lovesick, depressed demons. Please Vincent were blood lusting demons, give us some credit' Vincent would have rolled his eyes if it would have been something that he did. He wasn't sure if he should be pleased or annoyed about the answer. His demons even though they were in his body, they had their own ranking. Chaos seemed their leader in some form and was the only one that could seem to make them obey. Surprising Death Gigas seemed to be next in charge, Death Gigas was uncontrollable most of time and only Chaos could shut the demon up. Hellmasker and Galian Beast seemed below the other two but didn't seem to mind.

Vincent realised soon he would lose sight of Yuffie but was unsure of how to react or how she would as well.

'You might want to hurry up and jump down.' Death Gigas told him. He didn't really even think about disobeying he just jumped. Yuffie on full alert turned around threw a knife in his direction. Vincent with his inhuman abilities moved out of the way with ease, Yuffie's eyes widened. There was a loud thud as the knife became buried deeply in the tree behind his head.

Author's Notes:

Hope you enjoy, thank you loyal reviews It's a little different.

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