Have you ever had one of those moments?

You know the ones I'm referring about.

Those moments were your life flashes through your eyes. You start to see the light at the end of the tunnel and all you can ask yourself, 'Is this truly it? Is there anything more after this life? Why is everything so dark?'… Then you began to wonder about those you leave behide, or in my case I wonder 'Would anyone ever miss me?' You wonder how all the bad in this world could ever happen.

How in the world could others allow it to come to this? You know when so much bad had happened.

It had been a few years, since my fathers death. Yet I cannot sum everything that has ever happened to me into one word. Some stories aren't meant to be told. Because they can leave aches, hurt or even be confusing at times. Such is my story, full of love friendships, betrayal and not for the faint of heart… but I do my best to get the facts straight and right…

What could my dad ever think was pleasant about this place?

What in the world was my dad possibly even thinking? Wanting to be out here of all places to be? What could have urged him to be drawn to this place? What could have driven him to come here? What could be such a great matter of importance to him… that my father wanted me out here of all places? Out in the middle of nowhere, where the air was cold, it snowed almost all the time; and you always had to question the ground beneath your feet. if you could even called it, ground at all. Yet something, nothing short of attractive, about this place drew people here. There had to be. With the fact that the tourists came here year-round. More so around holidays. But the holidays were months away, so I suspected there shouldn't be too many there when I arrived.

Scouting, looking around, and watching my feet with every step I took. To make sure I didn't slip, or in this case caused an accident. It was early in the morning. The morning rays danced about. The fresh snow finally finished falling covering the mountain side. Pure white covered everything, the sun made the untouched snowfall glow bright and sparkle and twinkle rainbows. It's pureness softening everything around it. A breath taking view, which still left much unsaid of its beauty.

It had been, how many days since father passed? Two, three day's maybe? Maybe a half a week, to week at most? I was finding myself more alone in this world… Well, not completely alone I guess, I couldn't say that was completely true. He said something about having a younger half sister. That my mother was really a Ancient. All I can say right now, tho, is that my body was freezing.

I long to be indoors to heat up for once.

I've been traveling all night. The silence was the worst part of the entire journey. Dealing with the fact that I truly have not a single friend… or a place to even call home. if i had somewhere to settle it wouldn't be for long. Because people get tired of me fast.

What was the truth of my existence? Why keep secrets about my past? Why didn't they just tell me? Why was so important to hide them? Was it something they where afraid of? Me?… Knowing the truth? What could my mother possibly be ashamed of? It was my father wishes to have traveled with me to the Icicle Inns. To find a long hidden truth to be revealed about my birth.

The weather was cold and the breeze pushed my long dark black bangs out of my face. My eyes were a deep icy blue. I wore my usual outfit, which was a kimono of light purple. With simple white cotton toe socks and light brown geta sandals With a very few weapons; for defensive if it became necessary.

a few throwing stars, were in a little hand bag slightly attached to my leg. Which it's purpose to keep them hidden from view, until used in a surprise attack. The twin blades, were also tightly attached to my back, along with a backpack that matched my kimonos.

All I had on me had been a few throwing stars; a pair of twin blades. One individual, sword carried off to my side and one other kimono. Mostly for bathing or other uses.

Which was from my late father, what other would describe as a forever peaceful sleep. The individual sword was old, with the finest of craftsmanship, with writings in simple phrase engraved on the metal in it. "Never give up, fight for life, truth and wisdom."

The sword was mostly a family heirloom, passed down. Each new generation; to the next one, or so my father told me. He told me one day that the blade would be mine. When he passed on, it was my duty to keep it safe. Now it was passed down to me and in my current possession. It is now mine as it was once his.

The snow fluttering down in flakes. They whirl about in every direction. A storm starting up, yet again, for the second to third time today. When I finally arrived, I noticed the inn. As the town was fairly small and had more of old ghost town look to it. My guess would be that most people around here, or from here, stayed indoors. The town was covered in snow, as I drew closer now,

now was as best a time as any to look for the address.

I had it written on a slip of paper, it was in my late father belongings before his passing. feeling for the paper in my pocket. I pulled it out The closer I got to the address, and the more closer got to my location. the more i got strange looks from people whom seem to becoming weary of me. when I reached the the address I decided to announce myself, after knocking on the door for a few minutes. I waited for a tiny bit longer but no reply. So I decide to let myself inside. As I walked inside only a few feet, into the building, supposedly, that was once my old home. An elderly voice addressed me from behide.

"You won't find anyone living here anymore." Turning around without much of a delay, I swing around to look at her. So I have a idea who the voice matched to.

The card key slid, against the newly updated machinery. Approved, was written on machinery decoder. Each Turk had an access code. For entrance, each had their own code-name. Normally dealing with the weapon they preferred. Each Turk had a unique dress or specialty. Reno was one of those so called Turks. He had just returned from his last mission as of late. He had deep unique hazel Green-blue eyes. His hair was a flame red, unkempt and pulled into a ponytail. That ran down his back, midway. His dress tended to get on Tseng nerves often because it wasn't actually that neat. To be honest it was a little more on the sloppy side. He wore no tie, and his shirt lances was unbutton halfway down his shirt.

His shirt wasn't tucked in, and his black pants sagged loose. Black boots that was sometimes cover in mud. A rod, which he liked to tapped on his shoulder from time to time. That was the way, he liked it. Even when it bugged Tseng to no end. As the Young Turk, The crimson weasel, slipped inside through the doorway. The Crimson Weasel being a nickname that was given to him shortly after joining Turk. Reno made his way down the hall, through Shinra headquarters, to make his report to his Turks boss Veld.

Sure, he had finished the mission that was given to him a little less than a week ago. He hated having to admit to it, but he recently was force to end yet another life. All in the name of The Company, he kept his stance in perfect posture. As he made his way down the hall, his eyes shifted about the hallways. Where his fellow Turks, were all about socializing? Taking breaks or doing whatever mission reports they recently had accomplished. First order of business he needed to find his last partner that he was assigned to. To get her mission reports as well, she was still young but still valuable addition to the Turks.

Her name was Cissnei she wore the Turk uniform suit neatly. Being well kept and in order, her hair was known to bounce about each time she stepped. It was a deep dark crimson red. With nearly perfect curls. She appeared on the young side, maybe not so strong but looks could be deceiving. she may appear a little on the weak side. But she wasn't one to be underestimated, despite her appearance. She was as capable as any other man. She however had a flaw, which caused great anxiety in her. It would manifest in her from time to time. She was raised inside the company, and never knew her birth parents. Being raised on the idea, that everyone around, her was a threat. She learned however through time and error.

That wasn't always the case, in fact it was far from the truth. Soon Reno found himself, stopped in his tracks, at her office room. Peeking inside in hopes to find her, realizing she wasn't there. He caught the attention of a Turk who so happen to be walking by him. Her name was something else, but he called her by her code-name. Everyone simply had known her by the name of Knives.

"Where's Cissnei?" Reno asked, trying to catch the other female Turks attention before she left his view. Knives turned around, looking at the Turk in which she stopped in her tracks before answering. she was on her way to head for training practice. Knives blinked her eyes, and breathe a sigh. before answering Reno question.

"I heard she was out with Zack Fair on a mission today and wouldn't be in until later." Knives replied, as she continued to turn her back to him and make her way down the hallway.

Zack Fair? Uuuuggh. Reno thought

For the love of god, of all things what did she see in that puppy? Why was she always looking for a excuse to hang out with him? Why couldn't it be Reno for once?

Reno shook his head in disgust

If he were to admit to the truth, he was a little on the jealous side. Dealing with the fact, the puppy had a way with the ladies. "She has orders to report to Veld." Reno said. Knives stopped to look back at Reno again. As a smirk rather crept up the redhead's face, with a little chuckle escaping his lips.

"If I see her I will give her your regards. I'll tell her you've been looking for her." Reno nodded, with a smile. "Thanks Knives." Reno replied as he decided he was going to pay Tseng a visit. Surely Tseng had information on why; his last mission involved murdering someone. If Reno was going to get to the bottom of this, or get straight answers it was Tseng whom he was likely to trust. With that said he made his way to Tseng office.

Tseng appearance was slightly different then most Turks. Being the fact he was of Watuiness heritage. His skin was a lighter brown then mostly found uncommon with his race looks. His hair was black and normally pulled up in a pony tail. It neatly cut off a little past his shoulders. His eyes were almost a cross of a darker brown to golden eye color. He was known to take great pride in the way he dressed. Nothing sort of perfection, his shoes being polished and his suit well kept. He was known to look presentable almost all the time.

As he brushed back a few stray hairs out of his face, as it appeared the hair came loose from his ponytail, Tseng typed more into his lab top. Appearing out, of the corner of his eyes, he noticed the shade of red hair and realized it was another Turk who made their way into his office today."Reno? What is it now?" Tseng asked a little agitated, as if it wasn't the top of his priorities to be talking to the senior Turk. He was always finding himself busy writing, reviewing, working and or organizing all the mission reports that normally came in. which he normally was order to give to Veld after he reviewed them. To say the least he was almost always sharp and always swamped with work.

Dealing with the fact he was the third Turk he saw in his office today. Bugged Tseng to no end, would he ever get his work done? Maybe the senior Turk was there to ask more questions about their last tasks to report on. Reno was no different. He stared at Tseng looking rather lost in thought as though. There was something troubling his mind. "Well out with it, as you can see I'm extremely busy and I have almost no time for jokes and pranks today." Tseng replied almost wanting to get this over with it.

"Right, I had a question about my last mission."

Almost stopping what he was typing, Tseng looked up at Reno. Glaring at Reno rather annoyed as if he knew what the redhead was about to ask.

Tseng eyes when back to his computer screen again. Shifting his fingers about as he typed more into the laptop document. "I told you already, I know as much as I was told by Veld. If you have such questions why don't you take it up with him?" Tseng said as his eyes never left the computer screen.

"Because Veld, won't! He refuses to tell me anything!" Reno said as his hand now slapped the table hard, making Tseng takes his eyes off the screen once more for just a moment.

Tseng paused to look up at redhead. It was rather annoying that he thought he could possibly try to intimidate him.

That being said Tseng was trained to read body language, and to read people face expressions. He wasn't in second in command, without a reason. But even at times, Tseng found some people attempts to intimidate him, was rather a pointless thing to do. Because it simply; didn't work on him very well. Stroking the hair; out of his face a second time. Tseng leaned against his chair. He breathed out another sigh, picking up the mug of coffee. That was right next to the keyboard. But fairly close enough to keep the redhead from spiking the drink. But close enough that if it spilled it wouldn't get on the equipment.

Trusting it was normally called for in Tsengs case. Dealing with the fact Reno had a long history of pranks he liked to pull from time to time. Frankly it was getting kind of old, to Tseng. But that didn't chance the fact he still pulled them. The last time he left his coffee unguarded, Reno spiked the drink with strong alcohol. For most of the day he ended up swaying his words, and having trouble with important decisions. It was fair enough to say things that day didn't exactly end well. When he finally; was back to his senses, Reno had hell to pay, dealing with the fact he was higher in ranks then Reno.

Picking up the coffee mug, he blew on it once more. Sipping the coffee, the warm liquid which now run down his throat, became almost more of a welcome wake up call. He sit the coffee off to his side again. As Tseng breathed out a other sigh, he looked back at Reno once more.

"Have you ever considered the fact it might be in your best interest not to know, why those people have to die sometimes?" Tseng asked again as he watched the Reno, say nothing.

Rather he just stood up, pounding his fist on the table angrily and opening the door. only to slam it once again and in turn left Tseng alone to his office.

That did it.

At least I get some peace and quiet.

Finally, just finally, I could get some of my work done. thought Tseng

Rina shifted rather uncomfortable as she looked up at the elder lady. Age had definitely taken its toll on the woman. But her eyes remain ever so gentle and kind. She smiled and looked up at Rina. As Rina asked the million dollar question, not really though. "What do you mean by, that I won't find anyone living here, much anymore?" Rina eyebrow raised,

The elder, lady took a few more steps closer. As her body almost shook uncontrollably. Smiling she look at Rina as she made her way to a nearby sofa. Taking a sit on the soft sofa. She looked up at her, the elder lady's eyes almost pierced Rina very soul. the old lady when to sit down but nearly tripped.

however Rina acted fast and helped the elder lady sit down carefully. Taking a sit next to her. Rina waited for the elder lady to reply. Finally after a few moments of silent. The elder lady finally said something.

"Because a family once lived here." Rina when to Interrupt, her but soon was stopped as the she raised her hand. To say their was more to the story. "Hold on I'm not finished!"

The elder women said, "Is there more?" Rina asked surprised, and curious.

"Yes, before you interrupt me again let me finish. What I wanted to say was… It ended in a tragedy. It must of been around twenty to twenty-three years ago. The father was shot, by a Shinra code-worker. when the mother resisted or refused to give into a scientist demands. or so I heard, Then the following night the father died, The mother and child were, taken away from here. The child only being a infant girl. Rumors spread throughout the town. We heard the father mumble. Something in his sleep, shortly before he died. He said, Shinra did it, Most if not all of what happen was caught on video tapes. It was the father last words, that he wished he could have done something to prevent it. The tapes have never been touched or reviewed. I was hoping his only daughter would view them. If she ever returned. Rumors of course spread about the father, mother and child. So all these long years i looked after the house and tidy up the place."

Rina stood up, with hair now covering her eyes. "Where are these video tapes now?" Rina asked the elderly women, with curiously. "They are in a little box next to the TV set over there. Without much of a word Rina ran over there. Flipped, on the tv switch."

"You really shouldn't touch or pry into other people business. don't mangle in old affairs that don't belong to you!" The older women said in protest in reply to Rina actions. "I have to know what happen to my mother and my sister." Rina said in refusing to heed the older women's warnings, finally the room fell silent. "Now let's see what's on those tapes." Rina said as her eyes fell on the old tv screen.

Tada, there you have it. The first chapter, I hope it was worth the wait. I wonder what wait Rina. We'll she find out what happen to her mother? I decided I wanted Before Crisis characters in here. I hope you enjoyed it; I put a lot of time and work into this. I am going to expect more Turks in the fanfic as it progresses. there are a few other story's to update. Heads up the plot maybe slow, I have other fanfics to write to. Frankly I have a little more than I can chew right now.

Please note: the genres is more then romance and suspense. I hope to do my first tragedy and hurt\ comfort.

Also Hope to say thanks, to those who commented, wrote me in the inbox. A special thanks to my friend who help me with my writing. It encouraged me to write more and thanks readers. Please review your honest thoughts. See you later and chow for now.

-until next time

So if there isn't any updates soon I apologize. but I hope to get to it soon. bye for now,