Umbrella Against Fate
Author's Notes: I've reloaded this story. I made some small changes, not much. This is a prologue.
I'm going to put in the reason why I'm writing this story for Final Fantasy 7:
Because I LOVE Final Fantasy VII. Although I am, by no means, no longer writing I Want To Be You. I am just making another version of it for Cloud and Tifa. The problem with writing the story for CCS was the fact that the characters through and through were innocent in their anime and it was kind of hard to reform them despite being in an AU setting. So I wanted to write it for FF7. Cloud and Tifa, in their original format of the game has always been more complex characters. They hold depth and the complexity of their characters make them much more realistic. And overall the very image of them and the story of them as individuals and even as a couple fits much better with the characters I wanted for the story. So here it is!
If you didn't know already, I've written this type of story for Card Captor Sakura.
So overall I hope you all enjoy and review. This story is very close to my heart.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Square Cinx. The story itself is mine.
Full Summary: They were both misfits belonging on polar opposite worlds. When they meet in the middle, they decide to do the ultimate act of defiance…they decided to switch themselves. By doing so they entered a bond stronger than any magic that would lead the world as they know it to end. But this is a story about their love and the powerful bond that lead one demon to be turned into an angel and an angel to demon.
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They were clinging to each other, curving their bodies while facing each other to form a big ball. Hands entwined, fingers tightening in a painful grip, legs tucked between each others, and hearts beating frantically. The world has been reduced to just the two of them.
At that moment, he could see the blackness of her wings and only question and wonder why they weren't white. He's always wondered such a thing since he first met her. Over her shoulder, he could see the exploding gray mass and the burning of everything he had just recently known. He curls closer and he shakes a hand loose enough so that he could touch, with the barest of touches, a tip of a feather. She understands automatically because her wings raise higher, blocking his view of the outside world.
There are crystal tears falling from her eyes, unable to stop like a meteor shower falling in the abyss of that blackness outside of this planet called space. He withholds his because he thinks…he thinks he has to be strong for the two of them. So he curls closer to her, interlacing their fingers together again.
For her, she could only question why his wings could remain so clean and white after all the things they've done. How could they be so beautiful and so pure after all the damage they've caused and endured? Over his shoulder, she could see the collapse of what was once beautiful crystals that emitted light and be devoured by darkness. He must've sensed her distress at seeing it because his wings raise to block her view.
Together, they have curled tightly, their wings covering their bodies. His large white wings on top and hers at the bottom. Enclosing the two bodies together under the strength of such beautiful wings that they have only grown to loathe. The wings of an angel on a demon and the wings of a demon on an angel.
And they clasp at each other. And they wait.
They wait for their worlds to end. They wait for the pain to stop scorching.