See first chapter for disclaimer

Temptation Damnation

Warning this is rated m for a reason

Flash Back (a/n: narrative, more of a collaboration of pov)

Day Two of the Invasion

One could hear the clinking of metal approaching barely luminescent lights. The shadows fleeing from his presence gave him an eerie view of the sparsely deserted city. A light drizzle had begun to pick up as two metal-like boots stopped in front of a door. The smell of incense graced the gunslinger's nostrils as he opened the heavy metal door. Letting his eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, he then lets them roam towards the bar where something caught his attention. On top of one of the stools sat a hunched woman looking into the contents of the amber liquid before her.

Amidst the smell of incense he could easily surmise the potent alcohol that was barely masked by the incense. Taking two steps towards her, the features around his face become tense with trepidation.

"Life's funny, you know," came her slurred voice.

"Just when you think life is within the reach of your hands…"

"Tifa!"

"It slowly slips away."

The man takes a step towards the woman, only hesitating when her back shakes convulsively. He's finally realized how much awkward this situation has become, that is amplified, when he hears the door slam behind him. He feels at a loss, as her attention is now solely on him. The frayed ends of his cloak billow around his form by an undetectable force.

The look in the man's eyes harden as he nears the woman. Her condition worries him deeply. Her wine colored eyes have sunken in and he could see the very loose jacket that was once tight due to certain attributes. The look on the woman's face is also somewhat pitiful.

The woman then gets up from the stool before turning in the gunslinger's direction. Stumbling over she falls into waiting arms. Her eyes glaze over as she stares at the gunslinger's face. She then raises a hand to cup his face.

"You've come back?" sobs the emaciated woman.

"Tifa…"

"Cloud…"

The man holding Tifa cringes as he is soon reminded of another friend he couldn't save. He couldn't save him from his darkness. He wasn't even able to save the children. So many had died. It was all on him.

He slowly shakes his head from side to side.

"Tifa I'm not…"

Lips soon cover words and all else is lost. He tries to reason with her as they break apart only to be engulfed again as she places her arms around his shoulders. He thinks she's confused. Yet she very well knows who he is. Yet, she indulges her farce to keep away the biting edges of her loneliness. Before the gunslinger knows what's going on he feels nimble hands leading him deeper into the bar where they climb the stairs haphazardly.

Flesh caresses flesh as they make it towards a bedroom. Standing there in 'their' room makes him feel disgusted at himself. Yet he finds himself unwilling to stop this affair. Growing uncontrollable urges, fill his entire being, urges that were never there before. Deprived of a floodgate for these urges he complies to her ministrations and begins to reciprocate many of her actions. Discarded clothing now litters the bedroom floor.

The sounds of their affair fills the room and neither feels the need to apologize for the different names they call out. The name the gunslinger calls out is a name associated with a woman with a young body while the woman's is the name of the lost delivery boy. Lost in the throes of passion neither noticed the shadows lurking in the corner. Neither noticed the black hole in the moonlit sky, just the sensation of each other's warmth.

Blinking the young girl could see more of the dimly lit room which wasn't that spacious. Bed sheets draped her lithe frame. The room she appeared to be in looked sort of like a room at an inn. Getting up a bit too quickly the room started spinning. Finally regaining her focus she concentrated on the rest of the room. Her heart pounded as she felt a sense of nostalgia as she stared at the looming figure in the corner.

She was about to jump out of the bed and embrace this figure, that is until, she heard his raspy voice.

"I see, so you're awake,"

"Huh" came the startled reply.

"Falling unconscious in this world will get you killed," came his cold reprimand.

"Unconscious?"

"Found you near a swarm of heartless," said the man somewhat suspicious.

"Heartless?"

"It's the name of the darkness. Creatures deprived of hearts that feed on the hearts of others."

The man then furrowed his brows as this was getting nowhere.

"Family?"

His features narrowed when she remains unresponsive.

"I…"

"Shelke, its me… Shalua. I've been searching for you all this long."

"It doesn't' matter who I am or who you are. My current mission as a Deepground soldier is all that is relevant.

The man's face eases as he sees the tears lining her face.

"I see."

"I'm traveling to a distant planet, I'll be passing by a planet where I have acquaintances that might be able to help you."

"Why am I here?"

Adjusting his sunglasses the man then pinched the bridge of his nose. He appeared to be in deep contemplation.

"Your world was probably taken by the heartless."

"Why this place?"

"This place was once a focal point for refugees, so I just assumed."

Letting his gaze fall on her he quickly turned around staring intently at the room's door.

"What?" asked the confused girl.

"When I brought you here your clothes…"

Looking down at her frame she quickly pulled the sheets over herself in an effort to cover her frayed clothes; that exposed a lot of skin. Taking a quick look of her tattered clothes she noticed that in some way they had shrunk beyond reason. Long slender arms laid hugging the sheets to her body. Stumbling forward she left the bed's warm embrace.

"R-r…"

"Over there," he said pointing to the flickering lit bathroom.

Running to the restroom she immediately closed the door behind her. She found what she was looking for, and then again it wasn't something she expected. Her height was a foot and a few inches off as she stared in the mirror before her. Curves that weren't there before could now be easily seen. She could also see the tightness of her shirt in the mirror. The cloth was being stretched to a great degree, thanks to certain assets. Her hair had grown to fall near the small of her back.

She then puts a hand on the mirror to steady her now dizzy state.

"What's happening to me?" she says while staring at the glowing object imbedded in her; above her cleavage. It then pulses suddenly and then disappears into her body.

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Next Chapter: Lost Traveler of Crimson

Preview:

Lucrecia….

Yuffie…

Shelke…

These names, why had he forgotten?

One damned him

One confused him

The other…

"There's one alive over here." shouted a feminine voice.

He could feel the sense of fear that came with the voice. Suddenly the smell of a familiar metal graced his senses disturbing him from the light arms pulling at his body. Blinking in and out of consciousness he felt the debris roll off his body.

"Fuck, he's covered in…"

'Where did all this crimson come from?' thought the confused man looking at his stained body.

"Yuna, come quick," shouted another.