Mountainside
Mt. Nibel's peaks are jagged as knives, serrated and sharp to catch anyone who falls. She knows by experience. She remembers, in a hazy fog, the time she ran carelessly across the peaks, tears in her eyes and hoping to fall. And then she did.
It's her job to stop the Shinra from falling on their way up the mountain. Even though she doesn't like Sephiroth, she doesn't want him to become a Shinra-kabob on the pointy rocks. They come to the bridge, probably the most dangerous place on the whole mountain.
"I'll go first," she says, shifting her weight carefully on the boards.
One of the Shinra soldiers makes a muffled gulp behind his mask.
"Nah, I'll take point. I'd rather be the one to go splat. At least I won't have to clean it up," the black haired SOLDIER says cheerfully.
She waves away his fears like fireflies, and carries on. He starts to call to her, loudly, the echoes bouncing across the mountain range: "No, come back!" She's almost insulted. What, the big brave SOLDIER doesn't think she can cross a piddly little rope bridge? She's so insulted she doesn't even hear the ominous crack.
Next thing she knows, she's falling, tumbling through the air. Her heart jumps as she realises that she's falling even faster than last time, she's even heavier, and it's going to hurt a lot more-
She feels a hand grab hers, and her momentum changes, like she's on a pulley. When she finally hits ground, it isn't ground, because ground isn't firm but giving, and doesn't groan in pain.
"Oh! Are you okay?"
Black Haired SOLDIER boy is underneath her, in no small degree of pain. She gets off quickly, although as she does her fingertips graze the muscles of his chest.
"Gah...He'd never forgive me," he mutters, sitting up. "You're not as heavy as I thought you'd be."
She doesn't know whether it's a compliment or an insult, but he's injured so she hugs him just the same.