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Final Fantasy VII: Reverie	By : Saan Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�She wants me to call her Jenny, cause I can�t say her name right.� The little girl dressed in her favorite green sweater and pleated red felt skirt happily twirled around and ran up to the man in the white lab coat. �Unca Hojo!� She yelled, grabbing his cold white hands, �Jenny says we�re all going ta a party! You, me, mom, and dad! Isn�t that great? She says Seph is gonna be there too!�

�Jenny�� Leira muttered. Slowly and arduously, she pushed herself up on her elbows and looked around. The air felt warm against her skin. It must be daylight already. Her assumption may have been correct but her eyes proved otherwise. Curiously, she lifted a finger to poke at her eyelids, studying them open and shut. There was no difference. �Oh, fucking shit!� she screamed. The sad reality came crashing back to her. She remembered riding with the SOLDIER and their turbulent motorcycle landing�and the eventual crash after jumping the chasm. The last image she recalled was falling into a field of blue before the now familiar blackness. She must have been blinded after colliding with the SOLDIER. �AYYYYYYYEW!� Her fists crashed to the ground only to ignite sharp stabbing pains in her chest.

Again and again, she screamed until she thought about the SOLDIER. �I�m going to die here! I�m going to fucking die-� a brief recollection interrupted her unrelenting doubt. That�s right! I�m not alone! Leira maneuvered her body to raise herself into a sitting position. �I�m not alone-arrrrgh!� Her movements halted as her legs cried out in protest. A warm liquid sensation denoted the occurrence of blood seeping from deep wounds. Tears ran out her the corner of her eyes as she hoped Mt. Nibel�s native wildlife was not hungry. The choice to yell for help or sit tight was a difficult choice. He can�t be too far.

Grudgingly, she decided to wait. Someone was bound to find her be it friendly or disgruntled villager.

Leira closed her eyes and sighed. There was nothing else to do except hope and pray that she was located on the main road to the reactor.

Time passed so slowly in the darkness of her eyelids she could not decide if mere minutes passed or hours�or even days. Without warning, something rubbed against her left knee. The touch was far from professional as it curiously fumbled from knee to calf to ankle to thigh. She bit her lip due to the pain the petting was causing her.

Like an angry domestic cat, she slapped at the thing until the sound of human groaning forced her to open her eyes. Her vision blurry and not fully recovered, she looked down and was able to make out a bloody black glove. The fingers writhed and quivered, stretching out to gain her attention. She reached out with her hands and did her best to pull his heavy body close to hers.

After several minutes, she was able to support his head neck and shoulders against her lap. Leira looked down at him and placed her hands on his shoulders. Instinctively she pushed his black bangs to the side and out of his face unintentionally triggering a tiny crimson stream of blood to flow from his forehead, down the side of his nose and collect in the small valley of his chin. �I�m�I�m sorry!�

His eyes focused on her. The glow of his Mako enhanced eyes was lacking some of its luster. �Hey, you. You�re not looking too good.�

The man�s lips parted to allow a small croaking noise. He rolled his head from left to right, placing a hand on his chest.

�Don�t you dare do what I think you�re going to-� With the last word loosed from her lips, his eyes closed and his hand slipped to the ground. Timal Klefmon was dead.

Leira glanced around feverishly, trying to figure out what she could do to revive him. Just over his shoulder, she noticed a dent in the ground filled with the man�s blood and scraps of hair.

All common sense left her as she repeatedly slapped him across the face and shook his still, cooling body. �Please! Wake up!�

Leira found herself losing her wits. She attempted three times to cast cure but each time failed. Restore spells and other curative magic were only effective if used on a living target. With all other hope lost, she wrapped her arms around herself and rocked back and forth. For as long as she remembered, this nervous disorder was more of a liability in times of high stress.

A car horn blared and the sound of a familiar engine rumbled closer. Gently tilting her head to the side, Leira was able to make out Reno�s luxury car in a cloud of dust. Help had arrived.

Seconds later, the black Hightime stopped and three of the four doors opened. Tseng, Rude and Reno exited while Reno shut his door. �C�mon guys!� He scolded, �You�ll drain the battery by leaving the doors open like that!� After realizing his companions were ignoring him, the redheaded Turk shook his head and joined them around Leira and the SOLDIER.

Tseng hovered over Leira and studied Timal�s corpse. �How long has he been dead?�

�I don�t know�cure doesn�t work.� Leira answered him.

The Wutaian Turk knelt down and fished through the collar of the dead man�s uniform. As uncomfortable as he felt, defiling the man�s body he did have a motive. He found what he had been searching for. The man�s chrome dog tags glittered in the sunlight. As Tseng read the mini-dossier inscribed in the tiny sheet metal, his narrowed eyes fell upon the two letters that decided the final fate of the Wutaian SOLDIER. �This one�s from the Jenova Project.� He nonchalantly dropped the tags and twisted his upper body around to face Rude. �Rude, grab me a Phoenix Down. Fast!�

The bald man did as he was bade and went back to the car to rummage through the glove compartment.

Reno swaggered over to his boss and put his hands on Leira�s shoulders. �What�s up chief?�

Before Tseng could answer. Leira let out a pained cry and dropped her head.

�Christ, Lei! Your legs!� Reno�s voice was shrill as he focused on her lower body.

Her pant legs were tattered and caked with blood. It was extremely difficult for either man to tell which gouges were fabric or shredded skin.

�Rude,� Reno began to yell, �get us a couple poti-�

The bald headed Turk stuck his head out briefly waiting for Reno to continue. �It�s okay,� Leira whimpered as her trembling fingers caressed the restore materia in her bracelet. �I can handle this.� Tears flowed down her cheeks while she recited the chant to heal herself.

Reno did his best to comfort her, messaging her shoulders and neck. �Good girl, good girl.� he coaxed. His eyes fixed on her wounds. It always amazed him to watch injuries reverse themselves after one silly sounding chant. Huge gaping wounds shrunk and closed as flowing blood went from river to trickle, then nothing. The recently escaped blood dried and crusted on its own but would not vanish until she decided to brush it away or wash it off. �There you go.� he whispered administering a light kiss to her neck.

Rude returned and knelt beside Tseng. Carefully, Tseng took the tiny glass vile filled with amber colored liquid and popped the cork top.

�So, that�s his number, huh? Twenty-nine-� Rude started to say, fully intending to charge the SOLDIER once he regained consciousness.

Reno was about to speak up until Leira beat him to the punch.

�Take it out of my pay-he saved my life.� She looked up at her lover and made her best attempt at a smile. Though her wounds visibly healed, the pain would stick around for days. Leira likened the feeling to catching a spray of bullets with a Kevlar vest, while there were no noticeable injuries the impacting rounds still managed to hurt.

Reno winked at her and watched Tseng wince.

�Okay�� The Turk supervisor opened the SOLDIER�s mouth and began to feed him the potion. �Hey, Reno. Can you take her somewhere? If she doesn�t move her legs they might not heal correctly��

�Oh�okay.� The redhead looked down at Leira then over at Rude who started to help Tseng lower Timal to the ground. �C�mon, kid, let�s go.�

The Elite was more then a little confused as she grabbed Reno�s arm and pulled herself up. �He�ll be okay?�

�Of course. He hasn�t been dead past the statute.� Tseng�s eyes never left the SOLDIER as he answered.

It bothered her that his response sounded somewhat emotionless and scripted. �As long as his body is still warm we can revive him.�

Reno tugged at her arm and shook his head. �That�s a sign that we shouldn�t stick around.�

�But-�

�Lei, it�s okay! They�ll call us.�

The two left the scene and Rude turned to his boss. �What�s up?�

Tseng said nothing until the SOLDIER�s fingers moved a little bit. �This man is on Hojo�s other list.�

�Really?� The bald man asked with great concern. �The Jenova candidate, thingy?�

The head Turk nodded and watched intently as the unconscious man blinked a few times then opened his eyes.

The three men stared at each other, neither saying a word. Timal put his hands to his chest and diverted his gaze to the sky. For better or worse, he was alive. A Zu flew on high overhead so he guessed he was still alive, anyway. �I must still be on this world�� he said to no one in particular.

Tseng cocked an eyebrow and arched his head back. �Why?�

�Because if I were in heaven you guys sure as hell wouldn�t be there�and if you were,� he pushed a gloved right hand into Tseng�s face and raised his upper body off the ground, �you�re not what I imagined. You guys have to be the ugliest damn virgins��

Rude watched the man rise in awe, resisting the urge to pound his face in. Instead, he beat his fists together and said to Tseng, �Boss, I never knew a Phoenix Down could heal a Jenova candidate that completely!�

Timal pushed his hand up Tseng�s nose until his palm reached the hairline; then he pushed himself off once he was fully to his feet and straightened his back putting his palms to the top of his buttocks. �Ah.� he exhaled and began to walk away.

The man with the long black hair closed his eyes and smiled secretively. �Don�t worry, Rude. It can�t. He�s still human.� He said low enough so Rude could hear him.

The SOLDIER gradually twisted at the waist to shoot the men a malicious glare before his knees gave out on him and he crashed to the ground.

�Hmph. I told you.� Tseng stood and brushed himself off. �It�s only a Phoenix Down; it�s not exactly a miracle drug.� He sauntered over to the fallen SOLDIER and softly activated his own restore materia. �I don�t do this for just anyone.� He mumbled after the activation of his materia.

�Thanks.� Timal replied snidely and stood once again.

�If we were back in Wutai you�d have been killed on the spot for your disrespect.� Tseng told him in his Wutaian tongue while closing his eyes.

The Turk head�s words could not have fallen on deafer ears.

�That�s some gratitude.� Rude said and watched the SOLDIER walk towards Reno and Leira.

Reno stood at the edge of a chasm and stared over the side with Leira snug against his side. �It sure is along way down. We found the body of some poor schumck. Looks like he fell when the bridge collapsed.�

�Ooh. Was there any identification on him?� Leira asked.

�Yeah, I�ve never heard of him before-�

Leira gripped her lover�s body tightly as the SOLDIER�s voice boomed in the background. �Hey! Wren, why�re you over here, dude?!�

�Timmy, what�s up? I�ll be right back.� Reno said regarding Leira for a couple seconds before moving on to meet his friend halfway.

Timal glared at Leira. �Not much, my friend! Not much. You people are cheap ass bastards, though. You know X-Potions are the most cost effective way to go, second only to Elixirs�either that or you guys might want to play around more with your materia mastering�� he looked at Leira one last time before giving Reno his full attention, �or at the very least carry High Potions.�

�Hah, look who�s talking.� Reno playfully punched Timal�s shoulder, I got a look at what you were carrying-or should I say were not!�

The two men laughed and joked with each other causing Leira to feel left out. She folded her arms and stared out of the canyon. It was sad to think about her fellow Shinra�s lives ending by trivial means. Falling off or being dumped from an old suspension bridge was not a glorious way to go.

Timal got closer to Reno and gave him a peck on the cheek. �She something to you?�

Reno grimaced and closed his eyes while putting a hand to the back of his neck. �Well, uh��

�SOLDER, you still have a reactor to secure.� Tseng pushed his way between the two men. �Since the motorcycle is a loss you and Leira will have to ride with us.�

The Wutaian SOLDIER was far from enthusiastic as he sat between Tseng and Leira in the backseat.

�Hey, Tseng,� Leira asked, �What are we supposed to be finding in the reactor, anyway?�

The head of the Turks stared out the window watching the scenery go by. �The latest reports mentioned Cloud, Sephiroth, and Zack are still missing in action. The SOLDIERs currently positioned at the top can�t get in because of some civilian.�

�Civilian?� Reno cooed, �Big bad SOLDIERs are having a hard time with one man?�

Timal refrained from hitting the driver and crossed his arms with a scowl decorating his face. He knew the lone civilian�s identity, having encountered him hours before the arrival of Midgar�s reinforcements.
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