Jet (to sky): "I used to be a tree. Working for Shinra."
She blinks confused, "Why did you give up?"
"Psycic powers!!!"
...Tonberry stabs you....
Jet was in the workshop garage next to a local street in the outskirts of Midgar. He sat on a rolling table, underneath Cid's large van. With slick black oil stain on his outfit and skin, he finally rolled out and gave a thumbs-up to the mechanic in the back. "All fired up Cid. I've got all the new attachments added on.
"Nice work there sonny. Now how's your project fer Sky goin'?"
"I gave her the hover boots completely finished yesterday. Area's microphone malice and my camera bazooka are still working in progress."
Area was sitting in the back of the shop, sipping a mug of hot chocolate while sighing deeply. Tiny hearts hovered over her head, watching as Jet flexed and stretched to relive himself of cramps. She realized this and blushed while giggling. Cid had been her godfather ever since Aerith had gone away, so she lived with him. She imaged Jet being with her, kissing her, holding only her. But thus, they were just fantasies. She reclined back until the chair nearly hit the floor and decided to go into a small slumber in happiness.
Cid scratched the back of his head, "Say, I was a thinkin' and its time I told ya somethin. Hows about you become the junior mechanic and really work under me huh? That way, if something ever happens, you can fill in fer me!"
Jet's eyes filed with sparkles and beams of radiant hope and opportunity. "Seriously? Cool! Thanks Cid, you're the best master a guy could have!" With erratic movements he quickly gave the old man's neck a tight squeeze.
Cid fought back, making him let go. "Easy there. But ya, you're not bad for an apprentice either."
Sky parked the motorcycle at the entryway to the glowing forest before the Forgotten City. A warm aura stretched its hand into the open glowing trees, where once the children of Midgar had been dragged to become slaves for the trio of Sephiroth clones.
But Sky knew differently, this was a place of holy and pure energy, which she had used to clear the waters of its tainted ink before.
All around her were the spirits of many, young and old that had been tortured, in the form of small glowing orbs. Above, the life Stream flickered and glowed in a harmonious light that bathed the skies in light green.
Nothing would harm her there, even the death-like statue of Avion standing before the tunnel of trees. Her darkened eyes stared deep at this character, not being one that her new master told her to destroy. Even though he demanded her to do a certain task, she rebelled often and was a curious soul. Her eyes could tell the name of the person, their height and weight.
But this girl, why was she so familiar? The aura that surrounded her reminded her of someone else…
Nonetheless, she gave the thought a quick flick of the wrist and opened her wings to the pitch black darkness again. The information was placed in her memory for her creator to see…
Sky saw a feather fly by her face in the gentle winds, cautiously approaching the statue of crystallized Materia in the lake.
She proceeded along and stopped by the edges, curiously staring at the strange sculpture that never melted. At first her finger dipped through the pure waters, closing her eyes in memory. "…Are you here tonight?"
She sensed another presence, and turned with a pearly white smile.
Truly this was Vincent, whose eyes scanned a person's soul and made their very psyche let out a scream. But to her, he was a guardian, and a sense of security. With swiftness and some sadness she ran quickly, giving him a large hug around the waist.
He looked confused, holding her soft cheek with the golden claw. "Young Strife, what are you doing here so late?"
She sat down with him by the edge of the lake still holding him in security, staring up at the Life Steam above. "I'd like you to answer some questions if you can."
Vincent and Sky had known each other since she was born, having been part of the experimental group together. She last saw him at age nine and was reunited. He vowed when she was younger to protect her and Lucreica, for those were the only two that truly understood him.
With the ever-growing memories tying together, she finally asked her first question. "Why am I able to communicate with those who have gone into the Life Stream?"
Vincent plucked the petals from a flower, thinking of the correct thing to say. Once finished, he shifted his weight so that she rested on the inside of his elbow, merely having to look down to contact eyes.
"Well, a number of reasons. You have a very strong soul. When Shinra injected you with the aura of the great god-like Dragon of the Air, its abilities to communicate with those who've passed on may have come into you. Some people think that it may have been one of the deities worshipped among the Cetras."
She curiously pattered her fingers on his metal claw and stared up to him, "Is that a good thing?"
"It can be. I believe that you can speak with them because they may need guidance, or maybe you need guidance from them. Wisdom never dies. If you train hard enough, you can summon one to help protect you in combat. Just promise me you won't use I for evil?"
"Promise!" She stood up, bowing slightly at the waist while looking around. She slightly giggled at a tree that had been taped violently together and some cracks showed that it had been broken.
"Remember that? Yuffie and I stayed up all night trying to fix that. It looks pretty healthy…'
The thunder crackled against the morning skies as Avion sat holding knees to her chest underneath the protection of an aspen tree, growing 15 feet tall in the air. Black feathers showered with mist and dew lay around her heavy leather shoes. She stared into the distance to see a pale figure starting to come her way.
He was slightly taller than she, with long blue hair and green bright eyes. He wore a tuxedo like the Turks, and had a long distinctive scarf colored blue running to his waist.
This was the one who believed he controlled every experiment in the Shinra Corps. Now let off the job, he and Avion had bonded a reunion together. But this was all apart of her plan, to make him believe she was for him until the last crucial moment.
He grinned evilly, giving her cheek a hold with two fingers. "Hello my doll.'
"What do you want Yoshida?"
He held his hands out towards her nose, 'Let me see the data you gathered."
Avion sighed deeply knocking a device from the crown of black straight hair, depressingly giving it to the wanna-be leader of Shinra. He worked as a Turk in the past but once he was let off his services, he became wrath-filled and malevolent.
The device was orb shaped, and had recorded all of the information Avion picked up while observing different people.
He saw many people from the city of Midgar, then suddenly the one on a motorcycle. Her blonde hair flew in ribbon-like streams of water behind her as she dodged and passed cars on the slow roadway.
"That girl. I remember her. I thought we put her to sleep forever!"
Avion stared innocently at the tall man, holding her knees to her chest. "Experiment my liege?"
"Yes! Didn't I tell you we need to convert all previous experiments of Shinra to start the company again?"
She looked slightly to the left, giving a sour scowl while thinking. She knew that she was a true part of Jenova, and that she shouldn't be treated like a slave. But she had to suffer through his rude remarks. She had a different plan, to rebel against this fool with the ones he had defied, who was demanding so much from her fragile body. Her eyes stared towards the stars above, and she slightly smiled. The view of the heavens above, they always made her happy for some unknown reason. A warm, homey feeling radiated from the glowing spheres above, making her reach out in comport.
Tifa held her head in thought, leaning against the side of the chilled brick outside the bar, nervously staring at the full yellow moon.
As if from the shadows, two red colored eyes exposed until Vincent's full body emerged into the streetlamps.
In his large hands he held precious cargo, a cozy Sky busily slumbering while curled in his grip.
The two passed her from arm to arm and she smile maternally, brushing some of the girl's blonde hair away. 'Thank you."
"She was exhausted after my talk with her. She just felt so calm in the forest, as if she knew nothing was going to happen."
Jet came outside as well, looking over to see Sky, and he shook his head. "I can never catch up with her. I was so worried…"
He and Vincent stood silent towards one another as the two girls went inside the house. Night silenced everything, the rumbling of car's engines and the chirrups of crickets all ceased to exist.