Trust Again
Chapter 8
Rescue Attempt
Lightning settles by the crackling campfire, finding solace in the warmth in front of her. Beside her lies a bag full of scant collection of belongings, yet amidst them rests a treasure: a weathered but striking sword that once rested on Claudia´s house. Though not of the finest craftsmanship, it grants her a measure of reassurance, its presence beneath her modest attire a silent guardian.
At least she hopes Sephiroth won´t get mad at her for stealing yet another of the family´s possessions.
Lost in her thoughts, the beautiful pinkette is gazing out at the horizon with idleness as she chews on a piece of meat. She's taking her time, much more slowly than she'd like, but she's determined to avoid a repeat of her disastrous first meal with Yuna. With each deliberate bite, she chews and chews without really thinking about it, her mind wandering to the many things she has to do, the decisions she has yet to make.
Even though it makes Sephiroth nervous, Kefka´s future is the least of her problems. Now that she´s extracted her vengeance, getting rid of that pent up frustration and rage by throwing it all at him in a violent outburst, she feels she can think more coherently now, can process cold-blooded thoughts and decisions, the way she could when she hunted or fought alongside her father… she bites a bigger chunk of her meal and chews harder, faster, imaging the piece of meat in her mouth it´s her treacherous heart that it´s remembering the pain of losing her family. In spite of all her efforts, her treacherous eye lets go a single mournful tear…
Lightning growls and takes another bite, forcing her logic mind to take over her thoughts, hiding once more her injured heart, sending it to the deepest of her soul and forces herself to think only of Kefka´s future in her hands. If she has to do it herself, she´ll kill the man just for the need to prove a point.
She´s a soldier, and a survivor as well. If she has to kill in cold blood in order to survive again, she´ll learn how to, even if it means throwing away her father´s principles.
Taking such decision, it leaves her with her second problem: Sephiroth…
He´s a man of many talents, there´s no denying the obvious. He´s powerful, well trained, determined, highly skilled, with a keen eye for battle, plus he´s always a gentleman around her, respects her, not only as a rightful member of Lucii aristocracy, but what´s more important, as a woman as well, and he also knows how to be a good partner. And…
Though she isn't quite ready to admit it, and even harrumphs at the idea, she can't help but to accept she finds him incredibly attractive.
But her problem with him is that, even after all this attributes, she still isn´t sure she can trust him really.
True, he´s helped her in many ways, saved her life more than once, and even is risking his own for her mission. But Lightning is not an innocent girl anymore, not anymore a child that can be fooled with candies and promises. She knows the heart of a man, any man, can change as he pleases, according to the moment and to his true, hidden needs… according to his desires.
In her fleeting existence, she has encountered such scenes repeatedly, confronted the mask of betrayal far too often to overlook the potential behind a captivating physique and the facade of an angelic countenance.
Lightning sighs as she takes another bite at the rabbit, chewing slowly as she chews her thoughts and doubts, her fears and hopes. The pinkette leans backwards, resting her weight in one hand while she allows her legs to stretch in front of her, feeling more comfortable, letting her body feel more at ease while she lets her mind grow weary.
But suddenly, her ears prickle at a faint sound, and she straightens her posture, her movements paused, as if trying to convey she´s not aware of anything going on, while her hand takes the knife, cuts another part of the rabbit. And lets the small weapon linger in between her fingers.
The movement of foliage at her side warns her of the intruders walking slowly towards her, and she forces herself to remain motionless, as a group of five men walk the final steps nonchalantly, even a few of them chuckling at noticing an apparently helpless and unarmed female sitting alone in front of them.
And all of them ogling at her figure.
"Well, well! It seems we found ourselves a mermaid outside the water!" The group of thieves laugh at the bad joke, and the man in the front, their leader it would seem, addresses someone she cannot see. "Is this the present you had for us?"
"Yes! She´s the whore! If you hit her enough, if you make her bleed, she´ll give you the blow job of your lifetime!"
Kefka´s loathed voice reaches her ears and she suppresses a growl, lest she would alert them or provoke them. The man, the leader, smirks at her.
"Well, Missy? You heard the man. He promised me and my brothers a sweet present from you. We´re waiting for it and I want to go first."
Lightning, still sitting on the ground, her eyes fixed upon the piece of meat she has on her hand, smirks back at him.
"Oh? Did I hear right? Are you waiting for a present from my part?"
"Of course I am, and you're going to give it willingly, unless you want us to take it by force." He laughs, and his henchmen join in, mocking her as if on cue. But when he turns his leering gaze back to her, a knife is suddenly lodged deep in his forehead. The strike is so swift and unexpected that his gang stand frozen, their brains struggling to catch up with reality. They can only stare, wide-eyed, at their leader's lifeless body as he crumples to the ground.
The movement had been so fast, and so unexpected, that nobody noticed Lightning moving her arm, throwing the knife with impossible precision.
"B-boss?" One of them, only one of them can think of the possibility of the maiden on the ground be the origin of such attack. And said man turns to look at the girl, only to find himself face to face with crystal clear eyes so full of rage and determination coming straight at him as Lightning jumps up at the thieve with one sword in her hand. "Wh..what… the…?" But the man cannot say anymore, as his head falls severed with one single blow.
"Damn it, woman! What did you do?!" The other two thieves finally react, but it´s already too late for them as the one next to her, right before he can unsheathe his sword, finds hers already upon his neck.
But Lightning is still far from being strong enough, and the energy outburst she just experienced has lost its momentum, the sudden surge of adrenaline being not enough to keep up with her pace for a longer time, and as the adrenaline is washed away from her bloodstream, her strike lacks the strength to sever his head in one single blow, her blade managing only to injure his neck.
"Tch…"
The man, his own adrenaline flowing through his veins, feels the pain only partially but is unaware of his own bleeding as he follows his hand´s momentum and manages to unsheathe his sword, slashing at Lightning´s abdomen and forcing her to jump backwards to prevent her guts from being spilled upon the soil at her feet, though she still receives a superficial wound that rips her clothes apart, making her bleed and double over herself for the intense pain.
"I got you, bitch!"
Feeling overjoyed and with renewed strength once he notices he´s managed to hurt the maiden, the thief swings at her several times, growing obsessed by the idea of making her suffer, of tearing her apart as retaliation for his comrades, blatantly ignoring the blood pouring from his neck.
Lightning spins on her axis, striving to keep space between herself and the relentless barrage of attacks. She's acutely aware that her strength has its limits, and such limit is drawing dangerously near. The strain is evident in her clenched jaw and narrowed eyes, and her grunts reveal the effort it takes to stay on the defensive, much to her frustration.
After all, she´s always been of the offensive type.
The man's blade swings down, seeking her flesh, and even though she can easily read his intentions, she's weakened and injured, thus her movements aren't as quick as they once were, and, instead of avoiding the attack in search for a counterattack, she's forced to raise her sword in a protective stance, clashing it against his with a resounding metallic screech, an echo of her own pain that nearly brings her to her knees, even when the man´s strength is lessening as well.
In that moment, her instincts scream a warning, compelling her to break free. Without hesitation, she manages to take herself away by spinning on her own axis, trusting the urgency in her gut, as a second blade slices toward her from behind—the thief's accomplice had jumped at her as soon as he noticed she´s too engrossed in the battle, cowardly aiming for her body from behind. Lightning had moved away just in time, but the blade still grazes her back, opening a shallow wound. It's painful, but it could have been worse.
The sword's momentum carries it forward, though, and as soon as the blade misses most of the maiden´s flesh, it strikes her enemy instead, the force of the blow landing squarely on the man´s abdomen. The wounded thief staggers, a look of shock crossing his face as he finds his friend´s blade deep inside his flesh. Having both comrades staring bewildered at each other allows Lightning to gain a precious moment to catch her breath and strategize her next move, while she witnesses the tragedy of a man being killed by his own best friend for a mere miscalculation.
"Noooo!" the thief catches his dying comrade´s body with one arm as he collapses, bathing him in his blood and, as he guides him to the ground, sends the deepest glare he can muster to the injured woman in front of him. "I´ll kill you for this! You have no opportunity against me!"
Lightning is doubled over herself, panting out of exhaustion and pain, but returns the glare with one of her own, profoundly bathed in her usual determination.
"I wouldn´t bet on it."
"Ahhhh!" The man bellows as he lunges toward her, sword lifted high above his head. He swings wildly, launching a flurry of reckless slashes in her direction, desperate to land any strike he can. His attacks are fueled by rage and grief for his fallen comrades; revenge is his only goal, not victory, a strategy that inevitably leads him toward defeat.
Lightning lets him swing madly for a few seconds, deftly parrying and dodging his attacks, aware of her own injuries and careful to avoid unnecessary risks. She studies his erratic movements, far from the precise attacks of his fallen comrade, and she waits patiently for the moment his rage leaves him exposed. Once it comes, she seizes the opportunity with precision and efficiency, ending the chaotic onslaught with a swift counterattack when, even though spent, her skills allow her to easily evade his last strike and the inertia forces the man to expose his back to her; Lightning immediately slashes his torso, making him scream in agony and fall on his knees. Without losing momentum, the pinkette spins around to place herself in front of him and raises her blade high above her head, her baby blue eyes fixed on her pray.
"I´m gonna kill you!" As the last man standing shouts an empty threat while raising his sword to block her incoming strike, the clash of metal against metal rings out. But the force of her attack, driven by her raw fury and the pull of gravity, fractures his inferior-quality blade, shattering it. Her weapon slices through his chest, leaving a deep, wide gash. "Aaaaargh!" he cries as his useless sword drops to the ground. Blood gushes from his wound as his life drains away, choking him on his own breath.
But Lightning ignores his dying gasps.
She doesn't pause nor turn back as she slowly walks toward another broken body, lying prone and whimpering on the ground. Her blood drips from the cuts on her back and belly, but it doesn't deter her pace, the maiden refusing to acknowledge the pain whatsoever. Her focus is on the task at hand, undeterred by the trail of red she leaves behind.
"Kefka…"
The loathed man trembles at her figure, drawing forth his two palms, intense pain upon his broken arms, but he doesn´t notice it, all too aware of the terrible woman in front of him, and of the bloodied sword in her hands.
As if she were the Goddess of Death coming for him to claim his sinful soul.
"I… I´m sorry… I´m so sorry, Lady Farron! I would never…!"
"Shut up! I don´t want to hear your voice anymore!"
Lightning growls in response to his pleas, her voice rough from the strain, and shouts in rage at his cowardice. She lunges toward him, determined to channel all her momentum, the remaining of her strength, into a single, decapitating blow. But as she closes the gap, her injured and spent body gives up on her and her legs buckle under her weight, her body drained of energy. Pain surges through her, the shock waves clouding her mind, and she crumples to the ground, unable to take another step.
"AAaaagghh!"
Lightning crashes to the ground without grace, her chin hitting the earth because she stubbornly refuses to break her fall with her hands. She can't afford to let go of the sword, so she endures the impact as tiny stones scrape her skin, drawing blood that seeps into the parched soil. Dizzy and disoriented, she doesn't realize she's fallen dangerously close to a whimpering Kefka. The man, despite his own pain, sees her vulnerability and tries to exploit it, taking a rock with one of his injured hands, and raises it high above him, aiming it at her bowed head, hoping to break her neck before she can recover.
Desiring with all his heart to kill her with a single blow.
"Lightning!" Sephiroth shouts as he races toward the battle field. His heart pounds wildly in his chest, the rapid rhythm escalating with the fear of watching her fall victim to the treacherous ambush. But he's still too far, still unable to close the distance in time to stop the fatal strike. As if in slow motion, he watches in horror as the enemy's arm pulls back, ready to launch the lethal rock towards her head… and suddenly, how said arm is thrown away from the side, severed from the elbow, as Lightning had spined on her axis and used the sword on her hand to cut the threatening arm, though the rock still falls down, hitting her injured leg with the force of gravity.
"Aaaarrrghh!"
Sephiroth doesn´t know who had screamed first, the voices intertwined, the maiden´s and the coward´s and while Lightning doubles over herself, one hand on the re-injured leg, Kefka holds his severed arm with his remaining hand. Not for long, though, since Lightning forces pain away from her mind and slashes at Kefka´s throat, making the man drown on his own blood.
Sephiroth finally reaches her, breathless from the sprint, and drops to his knees beside her, and his chest tightens at the sight of his Valkyrie in such pain. Ignoring entirely the dying man next to him, he gently removes her hand from the wounded limb to assess the damage. She allows him to proceed without resistance, her expression a mix of pain and curiosity, anxious to know what comes next.
"How… how bad is it?"
After a couple of seconds in silence evaluating her leg, he shakes his head and raises his mako stained eyes to her baby blue ones.
"Does it hurt?"
She almost moans her response.
"Like hell…"
Sephiroth sighs, trying to convey empathy.
"Then I think it´s broken again. I´m sorry."
She grunts and lets her back fall upon the ground, angered by the result, both palms covering her eyes as a sign of irritation. "This is getting old…"
He cringes at her frustration and inclines over her.
"I need to check on your abdomen. Would you let me?"
She only nods her approval, her face covered by both palms, and he slowly removes the cloth covering her flat abs, making her flinch and, unknowingly, blush. Unaware of his actions provoking unexpected reactions, he evaluates the injury in her abdomen with keen eyes.
"It would seem it's superficial, nothing that could put you at immediate risk, though I still have to cleanse it and stitch it."
"It hurts as if it were deep." It´s the muffled and angered response behind the delicate palms. "Why can´t I get a breather off this?!"
Sephiroth only smirks at this, and inclines further over her, with one hand removing the protecting palms and takes her injured chin to inspect the scratch upon it. His smile grows wider when his eyes find angered blue ones.
"I know, I understand your annoyance, but," his mako eyes survey the area around, for the first time really appraising the bodies lying on the ground, "you survived the attack from five men. You should feel proud of it, instead of frustrated."
She exhales sharply at his words, then straightens herself, sitting on the ground. Her face now inches closer to his, radiating a challenging demeanor.
"You mean women are so useless we usually wouldn´t survive an attack from five men?"
He huffs, knowing all too well the trap she has set for him.
"What I mean is that any injured and debilitated person shouldn´t survive the attack of five full grown and healthy men so easily. It´s quite a feature and you should feel proud of it."
Despite his insightful words, her eyes remain weary, yet tinged with a rebellious glint. Unbeknownst to her, the intensity of her determined baby blue eyes, coupled with the proximity of her full pink lips, is unsettling the warrior.
"This should mean nothing for me. You don´t know my true capabilities."
Sephiroth feels his throat dry, passing saliva rather loudly, but despite his nervousness, he forces his mako eyes to remain unwavering, locked onto hers, attempting to convey his deep admiration.
"True. But after seeing this, I´m totally dying to do so."
After a moment of locking eyes with him, she finally smirks and raises her chin with pride, accepting his challenge.
"Fine then, as you please. I´ll recover sooner so that I can kick your ass with my true capabilities."
Unavoidably, he laughs at her words, easing the mood, and then moves closer to her, his noses touching.
"It´s a deal."
Before she can protest the proximity, the pinkette flinches as his touch surprises her. Seizing the opportunity afforded by their closeness, he swiftly passes his arms behind her body, effortlessly lifting her bridal style, and without a single hesitation, the tall man heads towards the makeshift bed, as he gives his back to the corpses the fantastic Valkyrie has left on her wake.
Stubbornly turning his back to his cowardly countryman.
"Wait! Wait! This is completely unnecessary!"
"I think not, you have a broken leg, and I have to heal you, which means I need our supplies and boiled water; it´s easier if I work close to the campfire."
She sighs, frustrated but unable to retaliate with better arguments.
"This is getting old too."
"I know…"
She wants to protest further, reject in some way his tender touch, but thinks against it, all too aware that she still needs him, and instead, surrounds his neck with her arms, forcing herself to believe she´s doing it for her own safety.
Not because she´s actually enjoying the attention.
As he sets down his valuable cargo by the campfire and begins gathering materials to tend to her injured leg, she speaks once more, her voice now a mere whisper.
"I´m… sorry."
"What was that?"
"I… I said I…"
"I heard you the first time. I just don´t know why are you apologizing for."
He refuses to turn to address her, understanding how hard it must be for her to utter such words.
She sighs heavily, pondering her response, her eyes now looking at the sky.
"You had been right all the time." She doesn´t look at him when she answers, and neither does he, but her voice is so deep, Sephiroth can sense the regret behind it. "I should´ve killed him when I had the opportunity; either that, or I should´ve let you do it. And… I´m sorry for not hearing you out the first time."
Sephiroth lets a couple of second pass by in silence, then he turns around and sits beside her, so that his face, his body, is closer to hers, wanting nothing more than to envelop her tremulous body with his powerful arms.
"Lightning, I…"
But something stops him, as if a negative energy was flooding through her that would make her reject his touch, his words. Still, he lingers there, his eyes fixed upon hers as if trying to convey with his eyes his wish to make her trust him, to make her believe in him, hoping she understands what he cannot explain with words and, incredibly, she doesn´t reject him, doesn´t move, doesn´t even break eye contact. Even when they´re not touching, she likes the feeling of togetherness, of closeness and intimacy that envelops them, a feeling alien to her but not completely unwelcomed, one that she´s starting to like even more by the minute.
And that´s exactly her problem.
Lightning breaks eye contact and lowers her sight to the ground, wanting nothing more but to step away from him, her frustration growing further when she´s aware once again of her limitation.
She´s not even able to move from the ground without intense pain.
"The reason why you didn´t have to carry me all the way here is because of this." She raises her palm to eye level, and concentrates, creating the faint blue glow upon her palm she knows all too well, and then applying it against her injured leg. Sephiroth´s eyes grow wide at the marvel in front of him, and she smirks at his childish expression.
He's aware of her powers, of the magic that runs through her family's veins. He'd witnessed it up close long before he ever met her, yet it never fails to astound him, just as it did the first time he laid eyes on a Farron´s prowess.
But astounds him even more when crafted by a Farron of such beauty as Lightning.
Unfortunately, the magic comes with a prize, since it would seem it draws too much strain on her already consumed body, and Lightning´s head spins, feeling dizziness and darkness trying to drown her. Sephiroth notices her wobbling head and envelops her shoulders with his arms, drawing her against him and letting her head rest over his broad chest, worried at noticing too her laborious breathing.
"Lightning…"
Breathing heavily, she still tries to calm him.
"It´s… it´s okay… don´t worry, I… I just need a moment…"
He wants to protest further, try to see a way to help her, but she´s sank so much in his embrace that he doesn´t feel with the strength to pull her away from him. Therefore, instead he moves so that she can get a little more comfortable.
After a couple of minutes of strenuous breathing, Lightning´s world stops its relentless spin and she´s finally able to inhale deeply, more evenly, and slowly pulls away from him, Sephiroth feeling sadness at her leaving.
"I´m sorry… I…"
"I understand, Lightning. I mean, I don´t know what it feels like to wield magic, nor how much effort you need to manage it. But it´s obvious a hard task. Nobody would judge you for not being strong enough yet. You´re recovering from many harsh battles and terrible wounds. It´s only logical."
She looks up and smiles gratefully at him, this time one of her sweet smiles, until she notices how close their faces are from one another, and even notices how his eyes look straight to her lips, the knowledge producing a savage blush upon her cheeks. Trying to hide her discomfort, she pushes him harder from the chest.
"T-thanks but I´m okay now. You can let go…"
Noting she´s growing uncomfortable, he obediently nods and stands up at her prompting, returning to his previous task, fighting to control his desires for her sake. As the gentleman he´s always been.
"Apology accepted. I have to ask, though, I wasn´t aware you had a sword."
Lightning shrugs, thankful for the change of ambience and minimizing the comment, though still missing the warmth of his embrace.
"I took it from Claudia´s house, must´ve been Yuna´s, or even Tidus´s. I promise I´ll buy them a new one, a better one, once we get to Noctis´s side."
Sephiroth looks at the sword, now abandoned upon the ground, noticing the tiny details that give the weapon a personality on its own.
"It´s Claudia´s sword."
Lightning´s eyes open wide in astonishment.
"Claudia´s? But I thought…"
Sephiroth nods, understanding her confusion.
"She was a combatant in her youth, that´s the reason why she let Yuna join the front line. Though 'letting' is one way to put it. If it where for her, Yuna would´ve never set foot even a thousand miles from the battlefield." He walks back towards the injured pinkette, and, using a broad stick he found on the ground, and some clean bandages he had brought for the journey, fixes her leg so that she won´t move it. Incredibly, Lightning lets him work on her, though still protests.
"You watched me use magic to my leg. How do you know it´s still aching?"
"Because I´ve seen the magic your bloodline can create, and I could see the one in your palm was rather faint. There´s no way it could heal with one pass the fracture of the strongest bone in your beautiful body."
She ignores the compliment but is unable to prevent a faint blush tainting her cheeks.
"I still think it´s unnecessary."
The large hands working on her leg manage to draw a moan from her lips, the pain thankfully distracting her from his touch, though she grows elated at realizing the greatest pain is gone, knowing that a second or a third cure spell would heal her leg completely. Once the man is done, he looks straight into those big gray-blue eyes he´s starting to adore.
"I think we should keep that leg unmoving, so that it won´t get hurt any further."
She grows serious, trying to diminish the blush tainting her cheeks by his proximity.
"I sincerely doubt we'll get another chance like that. My magic and my strength will return in no time, I assure you, but we need to be on the move. Our fight is going to attract more foes, and there are always wild animals searching for a meal. We're basically serving ourselves up on a platter."
Sephiroth sighs tiredly. He knows she´s right, but if they keep doing this, she won´t heal at all.
"Lightning…"
But she stops him middle sentenced.
"Look, I understand. Believe it or not, this situation with Kefka made me realize my judgment is been jeopardize by my injures and my desperation. Therefore, I´ve decided to trust you… partially, of course." She adds as an afterthought when one of his eyebrows rises in disbelief, "The point is, you´ve proved me your judgment, as of now, is better than mine, and that, if I keep on doing everything against your recommendations, we could both be dead, or soon will be. And no matter my pride. My mission is even more important."
"So?"
"So… I…" She grows hesitant for a moment, but then fixes her determined eyes on the mako ones. "I´ll submit to whatever you decide for our journey. At least while I heal completely, until I recover my full strength. Is that a good deal for you?"
Sephiroth´s eyes open wide at her choice of words, but lowers his head immediately, trying to hide his reaction. Because thousands of ideas flood into his brain when her lips speak out loud the 'submit' word, as memories of his latest dream invade him like an avalanche. He harrumphs and gets up once more.
"Fine then, if what you say it´s true, then I think what we should do first is move, but perhaps a closer location could do, one where you can rest more than an hour and we will still be away from this place."
She shakes her head.
"That won´t take us away from danger, enemies could find us while I recover, because you´ll always have to leave me for hunting and recognizance patrols, and I´d be exposed while I rest."
Sephiroth arches an eyebrow, stifling a chuckle at her defiance. He's hardly surprised by her change of heart: a strong-willed woman who pledged obedience only to break her word a second later? Typical. Women are just wired differently from men. Yet, despite his skepticism, he can't deny that her insights are sharp and impossible to dismiss.
He can´t let her go that easy, though.
"I thought you would submit to my decisions."
She doesn´t lose composure at his words.
"I never mentioned I wasn´t going to suggest other curse of actions if I saw those decisions were not the brightest."
He huffs and crosses his arms in front of his chest, one eyebrow raised in rebellion.
"In my world, a promise is a promise, and you promised to submit."
A delicate eyebrow raises in defiance.
"In my world, survival is more important than a simple ego. I said I´d obey, but never said my obedience would be blind."
He sighs again, shaking his head in surrender. Will he ever win against this woman?
"Fine. What would you suggest, then?"
Lightning looks at the path ahead, trying to think harder.
"We could keep traveling, and take breaks at regular intervals. You could let me sleep while you go hunting or do whatever you need to do. This way, we'd still be moving, yet I'd have time to rest and recover."
"It would make the process slower."
"Yes, but it would keep us away from danger. Or as far as we can get."
Sephiroth considers her suggestion. He can't dismiss her words, especially given the dangers they're facing: he knows he can't protect her at every moment, her last battle has proven him so. Traveling with an injured woman, even one as skilled as Lightning, poses a constant risk. The journey is filled with unsavory characters, and there's always someone eager to prey on a vulnerable woman—especially one as striking as Lightning. The temptation could be too much for those low-lives to resist.
"I think it´s the best we can get."
Lightning smiles a wide, prideful smile the moment he accepts her words.
"Then we should go now."
But Sephiroth stands harder on his ground.
"No, we need to rest. Let me examine your wounds first. I want to see how the injury in your belly is healing with the magical treatment, and I'm pretty sure there's a bloody spot on your back that marks another wound in need of attention. Once I'm sure you're okay, then we can move." He adds a firm edge to his voice as he sees her about to object, making it clear there's no room for debate.
Lightning growls but accepts with a nod. At least he´s accepted her terms. That has to be a good thing, right?
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A/N: I´m sorry for the long hiatus, but I had to check on my other stories, finish one and start a new one.
Plus the PhD… plus my baby… plus work… oh! And don´t forget I´m playing Final Fantasy VII Rebirth… you know, for inspirational purposes, hehehe.
Hope everyone is okay with you all!