Premonitions II-C: Crisis Core

BY : Hippo_and_Friends_with_Benefits
Category: Final Fantasy VII > General
Dragon prints: 840
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, Crisis Core, it any characters therin. I am not making any money here.

Chapter 17: Dumped!

May 13, 0001

Of course, now that Zack had a girlfriend didn't mean his job was any less a priority.

One morning, there were reports of a "treasure princess" lurking on the plains outside of Costa del Sol.

Zack had received an email reading: "This message from an anonymous source hints at a secret treasure to be found on the plains. If it gets into the wrong hands, it may become a threat to Shinra's very existence. Go there and protect our interests!"

"Sounds serious," said Lazard from his desk, without making eye contact. Something was clearly on his mind.

"Should I investigate this?" Zack asked.

"Zack," Lazard replied, still without making eye contact, "you know we take no chances."


Later that day, Zack found himself on the plains. As soon as he was there, he was quickly attacked by the wildlife, which included, but was not limited to, giant insects and strange looking birds of prey.

After dispatching the monsters, Zack happened upon a metal treasure box. He opened the treasure box, but before he had time to analyze the contents, he realized that he was not alone.

"One, for want of treasures kept secret," said a young girl.

"Where have I heard that voice before?" Zack whispered.

"Two, to deliver dreams to her homeland," she continued.

Zack spun around to see Yuffie Kisaragi staring him down.

"Three, um, here she comes!"

She charged closer to Zack, but stopped before making impact.

"I am the Treasure Princess!" Yuffie declared. "Hear me roar!"

"You!" exclaimed Zack. "You're that weird kid I saw in Wutai!"

"Sucker!" she retorted. "I can only guess what you're expecting, you pervert!"

"Hey now!" Zack objected. "I'm no sucker! And I'm certainly not a pervert! My name is Zack!" He then gave her a calm look. "So are you lost, by chance? You want me to take you home?"

"I'm not lost!" Yuffie dismissed. "I'm here to take your treasure. All of it. In the name of Wutai's restoration."

Yuffie starting circling Zack, pretending to jab at him.

"It's okay, kid," Zack assured her. "You can be honest. You're lost, aren't you?"

Yuffie simply put her hands on her hips.

"Today's Shinra's last day!"

Zack sighed as he folded his arms.

"Well, I guess I'm in big trouble now," he said. "So the mail came from you after all." He then gave her an annoyed look. "Say, how did you get my email address?"

"Wanna know the truth?" Yuffie asked.

"Yes, I do," Zack insisted.

"Then why don't you check your mail?"

"My mail?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied. "Take your cell out of your pocket and...don't you want to read your mail?"

"You thought you could steal something from me while I was looking at my phone, didn't you?" Zack deduced. "Sorry, but I'm not falling for that one. So tell me, how did you get my mail address? Cough it up, kid!"

Suddenly, Yuffie began to cry.

"I want my treasure," she sobbed.

She then turned and ran off.

"She cries way too much," Zack muttered. And then, he got mad. "And she got away without spilling the beans on how she got my mail address!"

May 30, 0001

That was Zack's work highlight for the later spring. He went on more dates with Aerith after that.

As usual, Aerith would report what happened to Gehrig through a video call.

"We tongue kissed!" Aerith giggled one evening, after a date.

"What date was that?" Gehrig asked.

"Twelve," Aerith replied. "I just want to see him more and more. And I know he does, too."

Suddenly, a naughty grin appeared on Gehrig's face.

"Dum dum dum!" she sang.

"What?" asked a puzzled Aerith.

"We all know what's coming soon," Gehrig replied. "Soon your 'innocent,' 'suitable-for-all-ages' life will be rated as 'highly' as mine!"

Aerith's mouth began to dry. In all the excitement over her first relationship, she had failed to consider that eventuality.

"We're not planning on doing it," she finally said.

"You usually don't," Gehrig informed her. "It kind of just happens."

"I see," said Aerith softly.

It made her nervous. She had changed in front of the girls in the locker room, of course, but no man had ever seen her naked, or even in her underwear. It would be a new experience she wasn't sure she was ready for.

"Don't you want to have sex?" Gehrig asked.

"I mean, someday," Aerith replied. "I just don't think I'm ready."

"You're missing a great experience," Gehrig insisted.

"How will I know?" Aerith asked. "When he wants to do it?"

"You'll get ample warning," Gehrig assured her. "He'll either kiss your neck or touch your butt. That's your queue."

Aerith was silent.

"Trust me," Gehrig stressed. "You'll love it."

June 3, 0001

Things had been quiet with my life. I was still working my boring job at Shinra Headquarters. Every now and then, I'd cloak myself and go up to the SOLDIER floor, but I'd never see anything meaningful.

One evening, I saw Palmer get off the elevator with, of all people, Cid.

"We'll be in touch," Palmer said as he shook his hand. He then returned to the elevator.

"You again," Cid greeted as soon as he noticed me.

"What're you doing here?" I asked.

"If everything goes the way I think it should," Cid replied, "I'll become the first man in space."

"You're going into outer space?" I asked skeptically. "You?"

"That's the plan," he replied. "So I never found out...did you ask the girl in the thong out? Did you touch her ass like old Cid told you to?"

I shook my head. I figured I might as well satisfy him.

"I touched another girl's ass," I told him. "She was butt-ass naked."

"Even better!" Cid complimented.

"And ever been together ever since," I added. "Four months."

"Have you fucked her?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Cid exclaimed. "After four months?!"

"She wants to take it slow," I informed him.

"She wants you to make a move," Cid insisted. "How far have you gone?"

"We've made out with hands over our clothes," I replied.

"Numbskull," Cid groaned, "you need to get under her clothes. Now."

"She might not let me," I said.

"Trust me," Cid insisted. "She wants you to make the move."

June 4, 0001

I had what Cid told me on my mind the next evening, when I was on a date with Durham. We were in her room, and on her couch, with me giving her yet another leg rub. She was wearing gym shorts, which didn't look like they were coming off any time soon.

I then decided to try something. To her surprise, I pulled her up and kissed her. She giggled and kissed back, and pushed me backward until she was on top of me. She certainly was in a romantic mood tonight; that was the case about half of the time we were together.

As we continued to kiss, her shirt rode up slightly, revealing the small of her back. Realizing that this would be my chance to take a chance, I ran my fingers over her skin.

She did not object.

Maybe Cid was right, I thought.

As we continued to kiss, I gradually lowered my hand to the rim of her shorts.

She still didn't object.

We continued to make out for a while. Then, I decided to take the plunge. Slowly and cautiously, I slid my hand under her shorts and gently squeezed the flesh of one of her butt cheeks.

She still didn't object.

"How does that feel?" I asked her.

"Really good," Durham purred.

We continued to make out as I continued to gently squeeze, giving each butt cheek equal attention.

Eventually, I decided to get even naughtier.

"Should I come around front?" I teased.

"Just stay butt," she replied.

We continued what we were doing for two hours before it was time for me to go home. She kissed me good-bye, smiling.

It was a big move forward.

Or so I thought.

June 5, 0001

The next day, I texted Durham.

"I had a great time with you last night."

I texted that because I wanted to be a little more romantic. Maybe that would help a little as well.

A few moments later, I got a text back.

"I did, too," Durham replied. "But don't be all touchy/feely with me next time. I am not ready for that yet."

My heart sank; she had been uncomfortable that whole time and had neglected to tell me.

"Great advice, Cid," I muttered.

June 7, 0001

A couple of days later, after giving Durham a little space, I texted her to see how she was doing.

"Hey, babe! How've you been?"

Thirty seconds later, she texted me back.

"Don't call me babe, I'm not ready for that yet."

"This isn't good," I said to myself.

June 12, 0001

On our next date, we spent the time in Durham's room. We ended up watching Burly Boy, and, of course, she cried.

Another nail in the coffin came when we were saying our goodbyes.

"Just a hug," she insisted, for some reason.

"Durham," I began.

"Tobin!" she shot me down in a firm tone of voice.

I texted her later that night if something was wrong.

"Just tired and cranky," she responded.

Somehow, that didn't ring true.

June 15, 0001

Three days later, I knew we were finished.

I spotted Durham in the cafeteria and greeted her with a hug.

In response, she pried my arms off of her and backed away to a neutral distance.

Then one of the nearby guys, Croydon to be exact, marched over to me and glared.

"Why did you hug my girlfriend?" he demanded.

I didn't even bother to claim her; I already knew what had happened. She had left me for him. Whether it was because I moved to fast or that she was seeing him behind my back the whole time, I'll never know.

All I could do was sadly walk away.

June 27, 0001

My birthday's June 27. It's one of those early summer days where it doesn't get dark until really late.

The good thing about it is that school's usually out by then. The bad thing about it is that I might be the youngest in my class.

So this particular birthday, I was turning sixteen. It wasn't very happy because the sting of Durham dumping me was still fresh.

I forgot to mention I was alone that evening. Cissnei was out on assignment, and Logan (just in case you forgot about him) had moved. I was really left to think about my life. I knew Cid's bad advice didn't help, but, hell, Durham was a little shady to begin with. I'll bet she had spent New Year's Eve with Croydon.

I really regretted letting my lust get the best of me. It was for that reason that I had chosen Durham over Aerith. Aerith would never had done such a thing.

And then, a knock sounded my door. I got up off of the couch and answered it, and-speak of the devil-was greeted by Aerith standing there.

"You're all by yourself?" she asked. "On your birthday?!"

"Durham and I broke up," I informed her.

"I know," Aerith continued. "And I really don't like how she treated you. You deserve better."

She then scanned me.

"You've lost weight," she observed.

"I know," I replied.

I got kind of depressed when Durham did her thing. That, and spending the rest of the school year seeing her with Croydon.

Not to mention, two days after she dumped me, she left a delightful post on social media about me: "Tobin is a disgusting human being. And disgusting people make me sick."

"How did you know it was my birthday?" I asked.

"Social media," Aerith replied. "I stalked you."

I laughed a bit. I really wasn't expecting her to come around now that she and Zack were dating.

"Come on," she said. "Let's go to the diner."

"Aren't you with Zack?"

Aerith nodded.

"I have a boyfriend," she said. "I'm not dead."

I nodded and followed her out of the apartment. Gehrig was waiting out in the hall, as was Zack, who gave me a pat on the back as we left.

So fuck Durham. It was really my friends who mattered. Seriously, don't ever downplay your friends, even next to a relationship. The former can outlive the latter.

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