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"Vincent! Thank Minerva you're here...Can you baby sit Marlene and Denzel while me and Cloud go out?"

Tifa was looking at Vincent hopefully. I hid a small smile. Today was her birthday, and I was taking her out for tea. Marlene and Denzel didn't look very happy at the prospect of being babysat, but when they saw it was Vince, they brightened up.

"Tifa, I..."

"Oh... Busy with Shelke and Reeve, huh?" Tifa's smile drooped.

"Tifa..."

"It's alright, Vincent. I know that your busy, and important. It's just that your good with the kids..."

"Tifa,allow me to finish.I received a message from Yuffie. Bad news."

I frowned. When Vincent said 'bad news' the end of the world quickly proceeded.

...everything had been peaceful for the past year. Deepground was gone. Omega was asleep again and everything was fine. Marlene and Denzel were growning- too fast in my opinion, one that was shared by Barret- and Shelke was starting to be able to survive without the daily mako shots. It was down to one a week, and a fairly watered down one, too. She was starting to resemble her true age, instead of being nine or ten constantly. She looks sixteen. A pretty sixteen year old. Vincent has to bash the boys away from her.
Never thought I'd see Vince in such a parental role.

"What's happening?"

"Yuffie says Wutai has fallen."

"WHAT?!" Tifa looked horrified and amazed. "Wutai-?!"

"...how?" I moved from around the bar.

"...creatures of the darkness. She escaped, along with a group of Wutaain guards and the surviving WRO members."

"Surviving...?"

The tale Vincent told was horrific,and we hoped that it didn't come any closer.

Well, it did.

I don't know what was happening with the others, but I was trying to lead those monsters-Heartless, we called them- away from my friends and family. I was running through the desert, and I could hear a helicopter in the distance. The Turks, I hoped, still running. With them, the others might hold out longer. We no longer had any illusions about defeating the dark masses. We knew we couldn't win. But we kept fighting. I don't know why. Maybe it's just our nature. I got to the top of the cliff, overlooking what's left of Midgar. Panting hard, I grabbed the Buster sword to help hold myself up. I was tired from three days of straight fighting, and now that sprint from the battlefield. I had left my swords among various surviving members of the WRO. I left two to Shelke.

I don't really remember what happened next. I started fighting, using the Buster, then...

I guess I died, because when I next woke up, I was in Hell. Well... The Underworld.

Crap.

-sweatdrops- Sorry for the poor quality of this, and how short it is. I had grand plans for it, but... They kinda disappeared.

Gomen.

Hmm... Let's try an experiment. Let's say... Two reviews for the next chapter. I know you can do it!