So hey…it's been like forever since I updated…. but I figure I should at least attempt to finish this fan fic, even if it takes forever.

Anyhoo…this is chapter 4…um…enjoy I guess.

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Shuyin bolts upright in spite of the Mithra's protests, "We have to tell the higher ups about this," he announces.

Icily the Mithra girl states, "They won't care, they never do."

Reflecting her cat-like face, Shuyin's azure eyes force her into a feeling of regret as he hisses back, "If they won't do anything I will." Rising to his feet he glances at his wedding band while whispering, "I made a promise and I'm going to keep it."

With a momentary burst of confidence the young white mage grips onto his arm with furry hands. She pleads, "Take me with you; I can't stand to see Zanarkand get attacked by its own creations."

The snow outside the Mithra healer's tent picks up and both watch as it becomes almost impossible to see. Shuyin warily looks back at the young "girl" standing beside him with a death grip onto his armor-plated wrist. Her fur is light and she seems to be rather small; 'she can't be much older than Lenne' he thinks. In her eyes is the power that her physical body lacks, and the warrior side of Shuyin's personality immediately recognizes it: The Spirit of Valor.

Glancing to the snow falling at a steadily increasing rate he testifies, "We're going…Now."

In slight confusion she stumbles after him out into the blizzard. She calls out, "We'll be considered AWOL if we run off like this."

"I have to stop those Machina."

"You're insane! We can't do it alone."

With a smirk barely seen through the snow he growls, "Then you don't know who I am."

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Auron treads past Lenne cautiously, so as not to wake her, while he once again heads into the kitchen. Without a sound he goes about cooking up some food he'd dug out of her cabinets. Eagerly the young man looks for a tray of some kind; he finds it resting above a jar of strange greenish tinted cookies. Still careful, he prepares a plate of food that looks aesthetically pleasing and even puts a flower at the top of the tray for good measure.

He gently lies the tray on the table in front of the napping mother-to-be and smiles at her while pushing his sunglasses farther up the bridge of his nose in satisfaction. With a slight groan and a yawn she opens one eye to stare at the young Samurai now sitting nearby. Opening her other eye she stretches and yawns again. Finally noticing the tray she sits up and asks, "What's this?"

Auron bows politely, "A meal for you, you haven't been eating well lately, Lady Summoner," he states.

Lenne shifts uneasily, "Don't call me Summoner, Auron. You're my friend, not a servant." She lowers her head with a smile, "Thank you though."

Auron chuckles and sits down across from her, "You're very welcome."

All is peaceful for quite some time and the two share slight conversation in attempts to lighten the stressful conditions that surround them and the entire world. Lenne's purple eyes glance delicately out the window where they seem to be frozen in place as she watches a large machina grow steadily closer out at sea. Her stare catches Auron's attention and he rises stiffly to walk to the window and see what the machina is.

Worriedly Lenne asks, "Is it one of ours?"

Deciphering the markings on the side Auron makes no response until Lenne presses a hand against his shoulder, "…No it's not."

She goes stiff, "We're being attacked by sea?!"

Auron stares a few moments longer before he quickly backs away from the window. Turning to Lenne he states, "We have to get you out of here-"

"We have to tell the police." Lenne rushes towards a phone. With a glare Auron begins looking for something causing Lenne further distress. She follows him around trying not to sound afraid, "What are you doing? Help me find a phone," she glances around frantically.

Auron finally finds what he's searching for and gently hands her the staff she uses for summoning. She continues to run around, flustered, in search of her phone as Auron picks up his sword and coat.

Lenne spins and grips her staff tightly as she hisses, "We need to do something, or tell someone, or something!"

Pulling his coat on Auron whispers, "I want you to get a hold of the other Summoners by any means necessary and bring them to the docks...I'll meet you down there as soon as I can."

She throws her arms in the air, still exasperated, "What about you?!"

He rests his sword on his shoulder as he smiles, "I've got an old friend who may be of some assistance."

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Hurriedly the Mithra undoes a series of chains binding a machina used for snow travel. Shuyin stands, his longsword drawn, nearby in case anyone should decide to try and stop them. He calls back while shielding his eyes from stinging snow particles, "How much longer, Kataa?"

The Mithra swats her hair from her face and glares through the blizzard, "I'm a White Mage, not a Thief!" Exasperated she continues on desperately working to free the machina despite the freezing metal.

Shuyin smiles to himself and finally goes to aid her. He picks up her staff and places it in her arms while pointing to where he was standing and stating, "Go stand over there and bash anyone's skull in if they try to interfere; that shouldn't be too hard."

Kataa gawks for a moment before stomping over to stand in the semi-sheltered outcropping to stare around the corner. She grumbles a bit then looks back at the Warrior as in one simple swing he shatters the section of the chains that hold the machina. Shuyin looks up and studies the area for a moment when he then suddenly calls out, "Behind you!"

Kataa spins and manages to bring her staff down on someone's head with a quite loud "thunk." She cringes as the young man drops to the ground, a large dent in his helmet. Shuyin hurries to her side and blinks at her in annoyance. "When I tell you stop anyone from bothering us I would think it possible you watch for people and warn me when they come." Snow quickly begins to coat the pair as well as ice.

Kataa blushes slightly and her tail swings playfully, "Sorry about that."

Biting his lip Shuyin ruffles her hair then walks over and climbs onto the machina's control seat. He pats behind him with a weird smile. Ears drooping, Kataa jumps up behind him and asks, "What about that guy-"

Shuyin brushes ice of the gauges as he starts the machina shouting over the roar of the engine, "He'll be fine unless you cracked his skull," after a slight pause he continues, "If that happened then he's dead." She gives a distressed look, but Shuyin doesn't give her a chance to complain and drives the machina straight over a cliff sending them crashing into the dark icy abyss below.

Kataa holds back a scream as they go careening down the mountainside, somehow managing to stay mostly upright while being bombarded with rocks, ice, and snow that burn their skin. Shuyin's face is twisted into a snarl as he does everything he can to keep the machina under control. Near a mountain ledge the machina tips and falls until they hit another ledge where it rolls and throws both Hume and Mithra into the nearby snow only a few feet away from a rock surface.

Wildly Kataa thrashes about in the snow until she's standing upright. With a growl she brushes insurmountable amounts of ice off herself before she begins searching angrily for the Zanarkand Warrior who got her this far. Upon finding Shuyin stumbling around on the rock ledge she stomps up to him, spins him around, and slaps him as hard as she can manage through the blinding snow. She yells, "YOU IDIOT! YOU'RE GONNA GET US KILLED!"

Cold and now with a hurting cheek, Shuyin backs away from the angry White Mage and stares down the cliff again; an updraft blows ice into his eyes and he recoils. Before he tries to speak he waits as respectfully as he can for Kataa's rant to end. Finally realizing he's silent Kataa stops the barrage of words and gives him a questioning look. Shuyin's crystally eyes lock hers and he gestures down the cliff, "It's only about a mile now. We'll have to go on foot," he gives a brief pause, "and that really wasn't necessary." He rubs at his cheek and pouts at Kataa pitifully.

After determining the quickest and safest way down they both sprint off into the darkening blizzard around them.

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Well…there be Chapter four….TT gosh my grammar is so bad!!!!

XD anyhoo, I'm already working on chapter five and it should be up next week….I hope.