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Final Fantasy VII: Awakening	By : Saan Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Controlling the birds was surprisingly easy. Their normally foul disposition was nonexistent. The gold chocobos were known not only for their all terrain abilities but for their speed as well. The Gold Saucer had set the birds in their own league because other chocobos had a hard time catching up with them.

Leira, Vincent, and Sephiroth rode side by side. Besides the occasional chatter, they rode in silence. Leira was unconscious during Reeve's last briefing so she was unaware of the Nibel creatures and their control over Sephiroth. She grasped the reigns in her hand as she stared at the surrounding lands. The pace they traveled was fair but it would still be a couple days before they reached Midgar.

Turks were not big on traveling by chocobo so this experience was quite to new to her. Vincent and Sephiroth both were very familiar with this mode of travel.

The Elite studied the faces of both men, as she traveled between them. She smiled when she realized how each man's personality fit their positioning. Sephiroth sat upright and stern. He would only look at her when he knew she was not glancing at him. His chocobo was on her left. When growing up in Junon without her parents Reeve had taught his niece that Evil always hovered on the left. Vincent, on the other hand was, to her right. Leira wondered about the thoughts that were occupying his mind. He only spoke when being addressed. It was quite a change from when they had first met in Rocket Town.

"Hey, Gil for your thoughts." Leira spoke up.

Vincent's cloak collar covered his smile as he responded to her question. "You have been nothing but trouble since the day I first laid eyes on you!"

Leira winked at him. "Thanks for being supportive�"

Sephiroth paid close attention to the small talk between the two, as they traveled along the surface of the ocean.

Once on land the three decided to stop in Kalm for an evenings rest. Neither one of them knew about the location of any inns in Midgar. The chocobos were tied to a nearby post while their heavy burdens were removed from their backs. A man with wild black hair and a green jacket helped them. Leira would have punched him repeatedly, had it not been for her companions' restraint. She did not need to know anymore about how to ride Chocobos or how to read a simple map.

The red headed man that greeted her and Yuffie was standing by the entrance to the inn. He smiled at her. Leira was comforted by him once again. She never thought to inquire about his name until this point. She was just about to ask him when she noticed his expression change rapidly. His face filled with nothing but dread as he nodded at her and ran off screaming, �The man in the black cape is still here!� To her surprise, no one in the immediate area was affected by his rants. Sephiroth shot her a brief questioning glance but decided to check out the local materia shop instead.

"Looks like he's going to pick up supplies." stated Vincent.

The two hauled their bags through the inn's wooden doors. "How may I help you?" asked the woman behind the check in desk.

"We'll need three rooms and a better place to rest our chocobos,� said Leira as she fondled her money card.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, we only have two at the moment. Would two of you mind sharing a room? It's become a busy tourist season here, lately,� said the brown haired girl at the counter.

Leira wrinkled her nose in disappointment. She was not sure whom she would feel more comfortable sharing a room.

"That's fine with me,� said a voice. "I'll take the single." Sephiroth reached out and took the key to single room. He thanked the girl and swung his belongings over his shoulder. He did not bother to look back at his fellow party members.

Vincent was secretly happy about the arrangements. This gave him an opportunity to find out more about his female traveling companion. The two headed up the stairs after receiving their room key. Sephiroth found it hard to accept the fact that his lost love had grown so much physically and emotionally, since he had last seen her. He thought it would be best to sort out his feelings on his own.

As strange as it seemed they ended up in the room that Leira and Yuffie had shared almost months ago.

Vincent removed his cloak and sat down on a bed. He unfastened his cloak and promptly began to switch out his claw for the more human arm. "I'm amazed the he wanted to be by himself." He said as he twisted off the first attachment.

Leira gazed at the blackness of the uniform that Vincent wore underneath his cloak. She noticed that it was button down. Strangely enough, the pattern of buttons on her Elite uniform was almost identical to the pattern that decorated the dead man's clothing. She let the similarities go and sought out her handgun collection. She pulled out her Glock 21 and laid it in her lap. The shiny black plastic grip became the focus of her attention. She rolled the weapon over and over along her thighs.

"May I ask�?� Vincent inquired.

The Elite gawked at him for a second. Her lips parted in amusement

"�Is that the new sidearm for the Turks? A Glock?"

"Yeah, Tseng did his homework and found that the old nine millimeters were quickly outliving their usefulness. Rude told him that forty-five calibers were the new future for Shinra law enforcement. I think he just had a perverted fascination for the silver tip of the hollow points. Just something about raw stopping power makes his own bald head shine."

Leira lifted the gun into her hands and sat down beside Vincent. She handed it to him.

The ex-Turk held the small gun in his hands. The barrel of the gun was cold and heavy in his grip. He noticed the tiny serial number etched into the steel. He also noticed that the green safety light was on.

With the push of a button and the rapid flick of his wrist, he dropped the magazine. There were fifteen rounds chambered ranging from worst damage to lightest. The white ends of the rubber tip bullets at the bottom brought a smile to his lips. "Kill first ask questions later, I see."

Her face turned three shades of red. "Well, you can't be too careful." She took the gun from him and slid the clip back into place. She leaned against him and held it at a full arm's length. The Turk than lined up the tiny site so it was aimed at a bedside lamp. "It was a little top heavy for me at first, but than again, Mom left her AK-47 to me�after she died." Her voice grew insignificant as her hair slid over her face. Why did the past always have to ruin a pleasant occasion?

Daylight had begun to fade and Leira was still awake. Vincent spread himself out on his bed and slowly fell asleep. The Elite had fallen asleep beside him. Only a couple hours had passed, but during this time, she had been able to recall segments of another life.

Leira unconsciously put a hand to her forehead. She rolled onto her right side as her dreams continued.

"TE: 65996: Midgar. This is going to be your new number while you work under me." The blonde haired girl smiled.

"What does that mean?" Lieandra could hear herself ask.

Her new commanding officer pulled at her long golden braid and smiled. "Relax, it just means that you're the 65,996 member of a Shinra military branch. It's another way of saying that member 65,996 is now an Elite Turk who was originally stationed in Midgar."

Sweat began to roll down her face. The images were relentless.

Something had gone horribly wrong, and she knew it. Ecka was motionless propped against the white wall. Leira tried hard to stop the flow of blood from the girl's wound. A SOLDIER first class at sixteen. Just barely out of her teens. "Hold on, girl! Hold on!� Tears were flowing down her cheek as she tried to remember the chant to activate her restorative materia.

Sephiroth began to swipe away at his enemies. The whole situation seemed very familiar to him. His coat shuffled about him madly as he thrust Masamune through the chest cavity of one attacker and killed another with a blast of Ice 3. The fire around them was spreading and there was not much time to get out.

The last of the immediate enemies was dealt with but the price paid was harsh. Sephiroth surveyed the carnage silently. It was all too familiar�just different people.

"General we're trapped over here! I've been cursed too! I can't save her�" Leira's lip began to quiver as she pressed the black haired girl's face to her chest. "There's going to be more of them too! Leave me here with her! It's all my fault anyway! I have a strong frag grenade left! You go ahead and get out!"

The general could hear her voice crack. This was the same way he lost his other family. He was caught in the moment. He could see the limp form of Tres Thompson lying in wife's lap in some kind of twisted pieta. "No." His voice was small as he tried to push the memories out of his head. "NO!� he shouted. The force of his words came straight from his gut. His weakened condition caused him to bend at the waist.

Ecka began to convulse uncontrollably as a rafter fell from the ceiling. They were so close to the exit. Why had this mission become so difficult?

"Get out of here now!� Leira hollered. She did not want him to leave but she could not see any point in him staying. Ecka was near death and the Elite herself did not have the strength to run anymore. All she could think of to do was push the young SOLDIER's raven black bangs out of her face. The two never got a long and she had caused the girl so many problems but she came back to save her anyway. Leira owed her life to the sixteen year old.

The Elite could feel Sephiroth's thoughts as if they were her own. She was becoming uncomfortable with this dream. The ex-Shinra general was like an open book. The pain that he must have been feeling at the possibility of losing her was almost too much to withstand.

Slowly her eyes opened. It was just some strange dream. Leira pulled herself up into a sitting position and removed herself from the bed.

She found herself wondering about what her target was up to. Silently, she exited the room and closed the door behind her. The humble hallway was beginning to darken as she headed to the front desk. She eased her way down the stairway to where the attendant was busily recording the evening's transactions.

"You had a man with long white hair take a single room earlier." Leira said softly.

"Yes?" said the brown haired attendant.

"Would you happen to know which room number he ended up with?"

When the clerk told Leira about Sephiroth's room location, she was on her way. Once at her destination, she knocked on the door.

"Come in." said a man's voice. "It's open"

Leira opened the door and entered the room. After closing the door behind her, she noticed that he had his back to her and was staring outside.

The remaining sunlight poured in from the inn's windows creating an orange light that cast a strange glow on its occupants. Leira folded her arms as he turned to face her. "I remember a little more now." She replied.

A glint of hopefulness appeared in his eyes. "Yes."

"Yes." She said slowly. "We are alike in many ways. The past�"

He grabbed her hands and held them in a gentle grip. "The past is the past. We are together again. For better or worse we are together again."

Leira's eyes focused on his. "After all that's happened, you still came back for me.�

He nodded. "I had too. Our bond is a strong one." He paused for a couple seconds as he tried to gather his thoughts. "I�we don't belong here. Our fate lies somewhere else."

"We shared so much." Leira said at last. "I've come too realize what everything means. I'll be by your side."

Sephiroth's features softened as he listened to her words. "Are you sure?" he held her hands against his chest. He let go when she started to back them out of his grip.

"Our bond is a strong one." She said back to him. She reached into her shirt collar and removed her knife while her free hand unbuttoned her top revealing her soft silky skin. With the blade pointing towards him, she put it to her chest. "Ours has become deeper than a blood bond."

The blade gently caressed her chest as it moved from side to side. He only glanced down once as to watch her hand move. His eyes joined hers as she finally dug the knife into the skin above her right breast. The warm red blood began to seep out of the wound slowly.

She wondered what his reaction would be. He stared at her for what seemed like an eternity. Leira kept wondering if his mind was truly free of the Jenova creature�s control.

"Put her there!" said another ghost. There were only a handful of people that touched Leira's heart. One man in particular was Timal Klefmon. The two had been at each other's throats since they first met. Gradually a friendship blossomed and quickly turned into a romance. Despite his appearance, he held a great deal of his homeland's traditions sacred. Timal was from Wutai originally. Leira could remember extending her hand for him to shake. The look he had given her, that time, was almost one of betrayal but he still accepted it.

"Y'know, in the country I'm from, we form our alliances by blood. There's nothing deeper than blood shared between two people."

Leira quickly noticed a scar on the man's face beneath his right ear. "Is that how you got that scar?"

Timal smiled and rubbed at the old wound. "Yeah, Navig did that. He is my cousin after all. Benton's got one in the same place, too."

Leira shook her head. "You guys are already blood relatives!"

Timal laughed at her. "Yeah we were drunk at the time�" He began to blush.

A smile crossed Sephiroth's lips as he took her hand, with the knife still in its grip and pulled it towards him. "You've been around someone from Wutai haven't you? Someone besides Tseng, that is." His grip was gentle as he applied her knife to his own bare chest. The mark fell in the same place as hers. As his blood began to flow, he moved in and kissed her deeply.

The Elite broke from him and stared into his catlike eyes. "Where do we go from here?" She let his question slide. She still had memories of how her Wutai friend died.

Sephiroth blinked at her. "I have something to show you in Midgar."

"Midgar�why Midgar?" Leira absolutely hated Midgar. She searched her mind to try to find a reason to give him against paying the ruined city a visit. "Everything was destroyed. There's nothing but scrap metal there."

"You were there before you found me again. Did you ever think that maybe there was another motive for you being there?" Sephiroth said bluntly.

"I was looking for you." She frowned.

"I don't believe that."

He put his back to her. "It's because your past actually began in Midgar. Just as mine began in Nibelheim. Our paths didn't cross until Midgar."

"I was born in Junon." She said defensively. Leira grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.

"That's why we are heading to Midgar. You need to remember your past before you can understand your future. You may not understand it now but you will."

It was starting to get dark. The Elite wondered when he would want to begin his trek. As for herself, Leira wanted to get it started as soon as possible.

Sephiroth unbuckled the leather straps that crossed his chest. He gingerly pushed them aside and began to remove his arms from the sleeves of his long overcoat. "We leave in the morning. It's best to get some rest while you can."

For all of the trouble that she was put through, Leira had no idea why she was listening to him. She leaned against the tiny window side table. "Why don't we just go out there now?"

The long black coat fell to the ground. "Midgar is most active during the night. In your current condition, it's not wise to draw too much attention. I don't want to lose you again."
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