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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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The lieutenant stripped down in order for the woman to get his measurements. After they measured his arms, he raised his hands above his head.

The sound of people yelling and stomping around could be heard outside. Eylie set her measuring tape down at the man's feet and rubbed at her forehead. "What is all that commotion for?" She looked at her customer and went outside for a peek.

Niera smiled and pinched at his abdominal muscles.

"What is everyone doing out here?" the shopkeeper asked the closest person.

"Someone heard gunshots. Nothing ever happens here. This could be exciting!"

The short woman walked back into her shop. "Someone got shot!"

The clone put his arms down, much to Niera's dismay.

"You're a soldier. Are you going to check it out?" she asked.

"I'm on leave�but, I guess so." he stooped down to pick up his uniform.

Eylie ran to a cubbyhole and pulled out a white pair of pants and a tie front white shirt. "Here you can wear these! It might take too long to put that complicated uniform back on, someone might really be hurt!"

Appreciatively, he pulled on the pants and ran out of the store clutching the lightweight jacket.

The women wiped the drool from their faces and ran out behind him.

"Let's get her out of here." Sephiroth and Reno had begun to haul Leira out of the woods.

Reno swallowed his pride. He never pictured himself in this position with Sephiroth. He did not like it one bit. The redhead tried to keep in step with the ex-Shinra warrior but tripped over a small pebble. As his footing faltered, Leira's body threatened to drag them both down.

Men women and children slowly appeared through the trees. Each citizen had heard or heard of the now infamous shots.

"Watch it you moron! If Reeve finds anything else wrong you'll be in worse favor then I am."

The Turk rolled his eyes. All the staring was making him nervous. "That's what we get for living in a small town." he let the words out with a small amount of disgust.

The lieutenant arrived on the scene. He did not want to be there but he also wanted to maintain his cover while he was still able to keep his identity secret. He had gotten a sleeve of the white shirt tangled on his left arm, causing the garment to twist.

Sephiroth and some other man had the Elite sandwiched between them.

The Turk had his eyes trained on the ground but remembered Sephiroth's anger about tripping. He investigated the faces once more. Someone caught his attention. As the two men got closer, this person seemed to take on a certain familiarity. A tall man dressed in white caused his curiosity to pique.

The ex-general realized Reno had slowed down his pace. "What is it now?" he huffed impatiently.

Reno's scanned this person furiously. His blue eyes picked up a number on the man's bicep. "Twenty�" he had tried to keep his thinking aloud to himself.

"What was that?" One more outburst from the Shinra bottom feeder and Sephiroth was just going to move the woman by himself. His schedule was getting tighter and Reno was not helping.

The Timal clone fidgeted when he discovered that the eyes of Sephiroth's companion locked on him: or rather his arm. He quickly snapped his arm out of the sleeve and slid the article of clothing into its correct position, in an attempt to throw the man off. Silently, he prayed that Sephiroth had not noticed his mistake. Now was not the time. The Elite was so close to him, he could taste her.

Sephiroth felt a pull as his partner shifted his direction. "Reno, quit killing time. This isn't the occasion to flirt!" Leira's full weight was bearing down on him as the Turk slipped out from underneath her. He looked up just in time to see Reno walking away.

"I'll be back in a minute."

Sephiroth growled in aggravation. "Never mind!" he hissed. He wanted to get to the full story of what had happened; unfortunately, the Turk was the only one that could possibly answer his questions. He growled once more and slowly made his way out of the woods. Hopefully, Reno would help him sometime soon.

The clone backed up a bit as he noticed the strange man with sunglasses make a b-line for him. He tugged the flaps of his shirt tighter around his torso.

"Hey, you!" the red headed man singled him out.

The man in white blinked. "Me?" The Timal copy tried his best to carry a heavy Wutai accent.

"You know you almost look like a friend of mine." Reno was gazing at the man's facial features next.

"I'm sorry?"

"You got the same color eyes as him. Come to think of it�you sound like him too." Reno rubbed at his chin. He found himself struggling about whether or not he should ask the man about his tattoo.

"I'm sorry. I don't know you. Any resemblance I have to your friend is purely coincidental."

Reno tugged at his long rat-tail. "Eh? Whatever. You use bigger words than he did anyway." Reno dismissed the man as he moved on but not entirely.

Even complete strangers were out to ruin the reputation of the original twenty-nine. The clone prayed that Sephiroth had not noticed any of the conversation. His lord was still hauling the woman. The pair of tailors were busy gossiping to friends. Without a second thought, the clone seized the opportunity to break from them. He anticipated returning to the Highwind and radioing his creator. The promise of his proud bloodline continuing was filling him with excitement. The tall man would tell of the arrival of number seventeen's body and the reclamation of Sephiroth and Leira. His feet began to beat at the ground propelling him faster and faster toward his destination.

Sephiroth's burden began to lighten. Maybe he was getting used to the feel of her. He chose to offer a small verbal assault anyway. "You're done trying to pass your genes so soon?"

Reno repositioned Leira's arm around his neck. "Whatever, pops."

Sephiroth crooked an eyebrow. "I wish you wouldn't call me that. Do you have any idea where we're supposed to be taking her? I really don't know how long I can keep this up�besides, it's rather embarrassing."

The Turk used a free hand to point down a path. "Yeah. I got a place."

"Who are you?" The voice of the woman in the lab coat had returned.

Leira remained silent. An overwhelming darkness spread itself out around her. Her body felt like it was on fire despite the cool dankness.

"Why don't you want to talk to your mother?"

Leira could not let the question go unanswered. "My mother's dead."

The woman walked around to face her. Her shape seemed to shift. Before Leira knew it, a woman with short curly red hair and blue eyes was looking her in the face. "I'm right here, Lee-lee." She whispered softly as she adjusted the green woolen cable sweater that hung sloppily around her shoulders. She looked just like her deceased mother. Why the change from the first woman? Who was she?

Leira felt a finger graze the hollow of her chin. "Mom?!" She recognized the sweater as a birthday present that she and her father had purchased. The article of clothing had been too big but Reann Thompson still wore it for her daughter. A force was trying to manipulate her. She had to fight it lest she return to the thirteen year old who was violated.

The woman had bent at the waist and twisted her head around to examine Leira from below the shoulders. "It's me, hun." Her clothing began to slide from heavy SOLDIER battle armor to soft sweater and tan pants.

"You're not my mother!� Leira tried to throw a punch someone grabbed and mercilessly yanked her arms out to their sides.

The form of Lieandra's mother stopped flickering and put her hands on her hips. She leaned in. The smell of decay was growing stronger. The blue eyes turned yellow. A sick perverse grin shone on the woman's face. Rows and rows of sharp needlelike teeth jutted out between slightly parted lips. "You're going to see us soon. My precious daughter will be coming home, at last!�

The painful crucifix that was Leira's body throbbed numbly. She could almost feel some kind of strange pulse beat beneath her underarms. Her chin rested against her collarbone. A lukewarm trickle of drool leisurely dripped from her mouth.

The woman's voice took on a lisp. "My children are going to recover you and bring you home to me!�

Leira's eyes caught sight of a silver set of bangs below one of her arms. "Seph�" she forced the once grand name out into the wind only to have it halted.

The demonic creature, that had once been her mother, kissed her forehead and vanished just as Reno appeared below her other arm.

Sephiroth stopped. A pain pierced the soft tissues of his eyes. The word "mother" echoed throughout his brain.

"You're picking on me for stopping?!" Reno glanced at his Shinra coworker. "Damn, old age must be a bitch!�

Sephiroth shut his eyes and took in a couple shallow breaths. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Maybe it is."

"Now don't go trying to say that�what did you say?!" Reno was flabbergasted that the man had actually agreed with him. The wind had just been let out of his sails.

Had time run out that quickly? The ex-general contemplated silently. "No they have to find her first. Even if there might be someone here! One still won't be enough!�

Reno caught Sephiroth speaking out. He was about to ask something but paused. He suddenly found himself thrown off guard.

It was Sephiroth's turn to glance at his partner. "I must have hit senility already." He began to walk again.

Reno could not understand what was going on inside Sephiroth's head. He actually found himself quite nervous. The prospect of Leira having her memories returned and Sephiroth's third coming was not boding well for him. He tried to recall the words that Reeve had beat into him close to eight years ago, concerning Sephiroth, Leira and Hojo's Jenova Project. Reno had first thought of it as a scare tactic, while time carried on. At that moment, walking side by side with Sephiroth, he was unsure.

"No one's coming for me�" both men's concentration was broken.

They looked at Leira's limp features. Her lips were moving. "No one's coming for me�" she said again. Her black thigh high flat-soled boots took on a life of their own and began to pound at the ground. The Elite's strong legs kicked at the dirt wildly and made her shoulders bob up and down.

The men did their best not to drop her. Sephiroth's mouth hung open while Reno gripped by fear. The redhead had hoped that this whole episode was nothing more than a nightmare. He had a hard time telling whether he was more concerned for himself or the woman that he had fallen in love with.

Sasha Tate had been one of the many drawn to the wooded area. A fifty seven year old jack-of-all-trades who found himself in command of one of the greatest world armies since SOLDIER. He had known Reeve since they were both children. When Reeve assumed presidency, Sasha was the first man that he had addressed. To have the same man that he had befriended from boy hood to be this upset was unnerving. He and Cait Sith had thought it best to escape Reeve's temper tantrums. The pair had taken a wrong turn and found themselves a couple hundred yards from the airship.

"Mr. Cat�I think you're onboard compass must be broken." The general crossed his arms. True, he was not much help himself. He had only been to Wutai once as a salesman, during his teenage years.

The Mog lightly punched the man in black and white clothes. "SHEDD�up?" The tiny cat saw a blur of white and brown on a collision coarse with them. The android casually stepped aside.

The gangplank was in sight. The clone licked his lips. "GET OUT OF MY WAY!� He whispered a spell as his heart began to pump faster and faster.

The general froze to the ground. A gentle gust of wind slowly brushed against him. "Eh?" The next thing he knew the slight breeze became a gale force wind and blew him to the ground as the man in white ran by.

"What do you suppose was his rush?" the mog scratched at the cat's brow.

The general was flat out on his back. He shook his head and used the giant creature as a way to pull himself to his feet. "That was no ordinary civilian! I thought Wutai had strict rules on magic and or materia use!�

The cat considered the man's statement. "Hey, you're right! AFTER THAT MAN!� The large creature with tiny purple bat wings hopped in the direction of the airship. General Sasha Tate was not far behind. "Great more running�" he panted.

Clone Twenty Nine C was now up the gangplank and into the ship's belly. He could hardly wait to see his brothers and sisters on this tiny island of Wutai. His creator's dreams would finally become reality.

Reeve came around a corner and found himself eye to eye with the Timal clone. "No admittance to civilians. This is NOT a taxi service, for Christ's sake."

The clone's face wavered from the shock of having someone appear out of seemingly thin air to the menacing smile of a much hoped for battle. He crouched low to the ground, with the tip of his tongue sticking out between his lips. His right palm was flat to the cold metal ground.

Reeve stepped back and dropped the clipboard he was carrying. Several faces flashed through his memory. "Hey! You're the cl�!�

The third generation Sephiroth clone kicked his left leg out in a low powerful roundhouse kick.

Reeve's knees buckled and he slouched forward while his body began to fall backwards.

The clone rose and used his left hand as a tool to push the aging president's face away from him. His run had started anew. The radio room was down through the very same hallway.

After he hit the ground, Reeve grabbed the man's ankles just in time and was able to trip him. "You're going to stay away from my NIECE!�

"UMMMMMMMMMMMMMWAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGH!� Timal's clone landed on his stomach. The impact of his chin smacking the Highwind floor had made something in his neck pop. His unnaturally white teeth pierced the skin of his lower lip. Blood was now flowing from the cuts caused by his upper incisors.

Reeve moved up the white clad Wutai body. He did not care if the clone was conscious or not.

The clone's body snapped and the bloodied face was piercing Reeve's concentration. A red and black mixture was oozing down his chin. The blood from his mother coated his tongue triggering a taste that was salty, sweet, and tinny. The rough pink, black and red member passed from corner to corner. The clone smiled. He was enjoying this. A pang of realization made his left leg bend slightly.

Reeve still focused on the man�s face. He forced his right sleeve up. He wanted to defend his niece but he also wanted to keep his shirt clean. The next thing to attract the President's attention was a light brown bare foot.

The clone's sole collided into the cartilage in Reeve's nose, sending him a few inches across the floor.

Reeve slid on his back and fought as hard as he could to get upright.

The blood of Jenova and his human host had already splattered his white jacket. The altercation had also caused tears to form in the lightweight fabric. The handsome face had never lost its smile. He watched gleefully as the battered President began to limp his way over.

Once in range, the six foot four doppelganger delivered a front snap kick to Reeve's midsection followed up by a spinning left roundhouse kick.

Reeve crunched to the cold floor as his lungs burned in an effort to try to pull in oxygen. His vision became blurred and yellow. Tiny white lights were threatening to obscure his focus of his niece's possible kidnapper.

The clone's bare feet slapped against the floor. He stopped right above Reeve and spit at him.

The wet mix of saliva and blood impacted with a barely noticeable thud right above the President's heart.

Leira's uncle writhed. He needed to stay awake�or was it�he needed to stay alive?

"Hmmph." The clone covered the lower part of his face with the inside of his elbow and pulled the sleeve across his mouth. He began to assess his own injuries. Small tears in his gums and a broken canine also accompanied the cuts in his lips. He laughed to himself as he jogged down the hall. That would explain the loss of so much blood.

The large metal door to the radio room was approaching. This was the decisive moment.

The door opened.

The clone's bare sweaty feet did their best to slide to a halt. "Too many interruptions�" he chuckled.

One of Reeve's men had walked out. "Sorry, buddy, you're not supposed to be in here."

At least the clone still had the appearance of being one of the local islanders.

"STOP THAT MAN!� Roared a mechanical bellow.

Twenty-Nine C stood tall and proud. He calmly passed his fingers through his short hair.

Reeve's officer was able to see Cait Sith bouncing up to them. His eyes wandered from civilian to android. "Whoa, dude, what happened to you?" He immediately noticed the multicolored blood splotches.

A guffaw arose from the clone. "Well, you see, it kind of happened like THIS!� His right hand shot out with the thumb and pointer spread apart and grabbed the unsuspecting man by the throat.

General Tate walked in just as the Timal clone's fingers and thumb broke through the officer's throat. The effect was similar to the opening of an aluminum can. Each knuckle bent and constricted. The poor victim did his best to squeal during the ordeal but after the skin had been broken not even air could escape. His lifeblood gurgled out through his nose mouth and neck.

The clone opened up his grip and threw the close to lifeless body against a wall before he finally decided to address his "former" general. He playfully put two fingers to his brow and gave the man a salute. He had almost forgotten about the radio room. "Gotta fly!�

Tate ran at him but missed. The clone reached his destination and slammed the door in his face.

After locking out the man and cat team, the Hojo construct scoured the small room. He was the only one. He felt almost bored. Quickly he snatched up the radio. After his bloodied fingers tapped a couple keys and turned a few dials, he was ready to send his message. "Twenty Nine C has landed in Wutai. Both the natural projects are here. I have number seventeen as well. Everyone here is alive�"

The metal door began to bang and shake.

"Everyone is alive?" an emotionless female voice responded over the seemingly dead signal.

The clone was not permitted to answer in time. A hail of gunshots blocked out any chance of replying.

Sasha tossed his emptied sidearm at the cat and kicked the door open.

The clone stood in the doorway with arms folded. "Do you mind? I needed to make an important call."

"I could care less." Tate spat. He launched a punch at the clone and caught his nose. "You killed two of my men and you took down one of my friends!�

Twenty-Nine C put a hand to his nose while he lowered his chin.

"LOOK OUT!� shouted Cait Sith.

The Timal clone pivoted on one foot and tried to execute a spinning back kick.

Sasha Tate was ready for it. The clone's kick had gone high so he was ready to duck out of its way. He made a fist with his right hand and sent it into his attacker's groin.

Twenty-Nine C was not used to this type of feeling. His knees locked up and he fell against a chair.

The general capitalized and pulled the folding chair out from underneath him. He used it a club and smacked him across the face. By this time, the radio had flicked off on its own. Sasha noticed that a call went through. "Who were you talking to?!"

His victim was grinning as he clutched at himself to try to ease and block any new pains. "It's a surprise,� he whispered.

Cait Sith entered the radio room. He noticed the black twenty-nine tattooed to the clone's arm. "You're the guy from the beach!�

"That guy's a clone!� The general's distraction was enough for Twenty Nine C to pull himself up to a standing position. He wrenched the steel chair out of the man's possession and delivered his own crushing blow.

The mog and cat team bounded forward, Tate was knocked unconscious. The Huge white paddle-like paws of the giant mog did their best to pound the man in white. The clone proved to be too nimble. The cat did his best to shout orders to his ride but to no avail. The heavy creature was too slow. The SOLDIER's copy managed to get behind him and began to chant. He did not own any materia but, because of his strange mixture of blood types, the ability to cast spells was no different. One white foot lifted and returned to the floor followed by the other. The mog had successfully managed to turn around and face the Nibelheim spy.

The cat started to clap. "Now we've got you!� His tiny shoes danced around the shoulders of the creature that supported him.

The chant had finished and the toysaurus unintentionally wrote it off. The copy raised his hands and swished them from side to side in the air. "I guess you did."

Bolts of lightning materialized and rocketed into Cait Sith's circuitry. In milliseconds, both android components were overcome and overloaded. The mog's arms spun around madly as thick black smoke began to billow from its ears. The tiny cat left shoulder exploded and became a small flamethrower.

The proposed Sephiroth clone winked and gave another smile. Rather than attempt to finish his message, he forced himself to see his mission as being a complete success. He got to kick ass and inform his masters of the arrival of the Elite, Sephiroth, and SOLDIER sixteen. The ship's onboard fire detection system activated and began to sound a warning claxon. Torrents of extinguisher fluid poured out of sprinklers suspended from the ceiling.

Timal Klefmon's copy ran out of the Highwind with even more hopes for his future.

The beaten general pulled himself to his feet. His nose bloodied and his clothing was sopping wet. He punched a panel on the wall beside him and grabbed a fire extinguisher. He yanked out the safety and pulled the trigger right before another jet of orange flame could escape the dismantled Cait Sith.

Red and yellow lights flashed on and off throughout the ship. Anyone left onboard began to converge on the radio room; including Reeve. The bruised President stood helpless, as he was able to grasp the loss of yet another Cait Sith unit. "General, where's the clone?!"

As his men hurried to stop the smoldering of the android and turn off the alert system, Sasha Tate had been faced with failure again. "�He got away mister president�"
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