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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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Yuffie skipped along behind Rude until she noticed him stop outside the Turtle's Paradise. She had the suspicion that Leira was not to be found there. A little voice in the back of her head told her to go home. The ninja looked over her left shoulder. The place that she had once called home was less than twenty feet away. It had been almost two years since she last visited the dwelling. She was impressed that the man she had dated had kept the outside looking nice. Could it be that Reno, Leira and Sephiroth had decided to hide here? She was willing to play that hunch.

Sephiroth's stomach flip-flopped. He noticed a chair close by. "I need to rest. Take her somewhere and find a way to clean her off." He sat down in the cushiony reclining chair and closed his eyes.

"Yeah, sure. Make yourself at home." Reno muttered. Luckily, the bathroom was not too far away. Since he had taken ownership of the small home, many renovations had been made. A larger bathroom was added as well as another bedroom. Yuffie had been quite the cat lover also. A shed used to extend from the house. After his first night, Reno had decided to have it removed due to the constant meowing and hissing of her little furry friends.

The Turk remembered the first night he had ever shared with the Elite. She had been promoted in Junon the same time that he was accepted as a Turk. She needed to be dragged around somewhere out of the way because of her drunkenness. Being the person he was Reno had volunteered his own dorm room.

He pulled her into the washroom of his house and laid her out in the bathtub. He flicked a light switch, after setting her down. "At least I had help getting you here." The Turk removed his jacket, tie and shirt. He leaned over the side of the porcelain bathtub and began to unbutton Leira's overdress. There were so many golden buttons he found himself not wanting to retain his patience. He grabbed the black collar and slid his hand into the split causing each snap to push open. With a mild popping noise, the fabric parted and Leira's skin and undershirt became visible. The role of back support shifted between his left and right arm as he pulled the sleeveless covering off her.

Reno found himself on his knees studying her sleeping face. He tucked his hands to his temples and stared at her. In spite of her muscular appearance, she retained the qualities that he had fallen in love with. "Full pouting lips, nice naturally tanned skin, great legs." Reno pretended to let his head drop into the cold white surface beneath his elbows. Why did he not stay with her?

He turned the silver knob for the warm water. He left Leira's black leggings and undershirt on since he was not sure of how she would react to being in this awkward situation with him. The water bubbled out of its spout and covered the bottom of the tub. The wetness quickly overcame her fingers, hands and feet while the Shinra uniform began to absorb the water and turn a darker shade of black.

Leira's chest heaved upwards. Some of her hair had slid off her shoulders. "MMMMMmmmmmm." he hummed. "She always did have a great set of�" A strange discoloration poked out above the deep neckline of her undershirt. It looked like the beginning of some sort of scar.

The water level started to rise and lapped at her back and below her knees.

Reno put a finger into the elastic of her top and slowly began to lift it up.

The hair that had fallen below her shoulders rose and drifted with each pull of the miniature current.

Leira had suffered plenty of injuries but this one, close to heart, seemed like something else to him. There had been plenty of medical breakthroughs before and after the time of Meteor. A couple of those same scientific discoveries eliminated skin disorders caused by acne and surgical scarring. He knew that during her time with him, she had undergone several of those treatments. Why was this scar here?

He rested his hand below his upper lip. There were so many explanations but one of them fought for recognition above the others. Two of his friends in Shinra took their friendships very seriously. One of the men in particular came to mind. "They hated each other didn't they?"

Reno continued to pull the shirt further out.

The running water had covered her elbows.

"AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaa�" Leira's green eyes flashed open as she screamed.

Reno quickly withdrew his finger in surprise and pushed himself away from the area of the tub. His back hit the wall behind him

The Elite's pulse was racing. The shock of finding herself in a body of water with a half naked man above her was distressing. Her buttocks slid forward and her thighs slid into the backs of her calves. Her head slid underwater while Reno tried to gather himself.

His heart was pounding almost as hard as hers. He crawled over to her just as her waterlogged head pushed itself above the surface.

Water began to spill over the side. Reno reached out with his left arm and turned off the water.

"What am I doing here?" Leira asked.

Reno winced. "You had an episode of some sort. You just whipped out your gun and�" his eyes slowly drew to her facial expression.

Her lips parted and the edges of her front teeth showed. She looked like she was fighting with words.

"Never mind. How are you? You had me scared. I thought you were mad at me or something."

"Reno�I don't know how I am�is Sephiroth around? I thought I saw him with you�"

Why would she be asking for that freak? The Turk forgot about the scar on her chest and switched gears over to her feelings for the white haired general. He felt a little put out. "He's in the living room. He teleported us here�we're at my house."

Reno the homeowner? Maybe he had become responsible. "He is here?"

Deep inside his conscience, Reno was smacking his forehead. "Yeah. The old guy looked like he was really wiped out."

Leira started to push her way out of the tub but Reno forced her back. "You're not going anywhere!"

"I'm not?"

"No." he said flatly while pulling a black rubber band out of his hair. "I'm still worried about you. We may not be lovers anymore but that doesn't mean that I don't care."

Sephiroth heard the Elite's scream. It was good to know she was alive. He smirked when imaging the look on the Turk's face. Gently he pulled his long hair over his shoulders. It felt like a light blanket as it covered him. He detested sitting on it. The experience of forgetting about it and trying to straighten your neck was humiliating when done in front of a group. Through a side window, he noticed the sky getting darker. He needed to regain the strength that he had lost. The only way he knew to do that was to sleep.

"Lei�about Benny and Timmy�"

Leira looked into Reno's blue eyes.

"�Yes�"

"I don't think I can do it. I've changed a lot since then. I've got a good living here�as far as everyone knows I'm not Shinra anymore. Those days are through."

Leira put her hands to her brow. "How could you?" she said shortly. "If it was me and not them�would you be this same way?"

"But you're not. You're alive!"

"I'd be there for you, Reno�if it was you�" her eyes focused on the water lapping at her body. It wasn't as warm as it had been minutes earlier. The small waves caused by her breathing triggered a thought. Maybe it was pointless to have Timal and Navig pardoned. Timal was the reason for this whole ordeal anyway. From what she had heard back on the Highwind, Timal's body stood a good chance of being cloned anyway. No use in preventing more clones that way.

She took the waistband of her leggings and started to work them off. The mud from her clothing drifted around the bottom of the bathtub. Whatever had happened to her in the woods had made her feel dirty mentally and physically.

Leira's former lover handed a bar of soap to her. "I'll get a washcloth and a towel,� he said as he got to his feet. Reno peered into the living room on his way to the linen closet. Sephiroth lay in the chair asleep.

A loud series of bangs echoed through the living area. Reno glanced at the sleeping man.

The former Shinra general began to toss in his slumber. His face pressed into the side of the chair.

The banging continued. Reno ran over to the door and opened it. "WHAT DO YOU...?!"

A frightened Yuffie looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. Her lower lip was quivering.

"I DON'T WANT ANY!� The redhead tried to slam the door on the girl.

"That's Sephiroth in there!" she squealed.

"Yeah, what of it?!"

"Leira's in there, too!�

Reno had continued to push the door closed but Yuffie kept forcing the door open.

"I�want�to�go�"

Reno's full weight was on the door. He tried to shove it closed. The last person he wanted to see was Yuffie.

"�In�THERE!� Yuffie let go and dealt a spinning back kick to the wooden door.

Reno smacked into the floor. His long hair sprawled around him as his body came to rest beneath the foot of Sephiroth's chair.

The young girl flashed a devilish grin as she hopped up and down.

Reno rolled his eyes.

"Wren, never mind! I'll find the damn things myself! What's with all the damn�hello?" Leira walked around to the living room and stood in the doorway.

Yuffie's head moved up and down. Her eyes flashed to the fallen Reno, Sephiroth still asleep, and shot over to Leira standing in her underclothes. "Am I interrupting a threesome or something�?"

Leira blushed.

"You know�I think Tifa's are just a bit bigger than yours." Yuffie walked over Reno and pushed a finger between the woman's breasts.

The Turk could stand it no longer. He pushed the kid out of the way, grabbed a bright green towel out of the hallway linen closet and handed it to Leira.

The Elite accepted the long soft cloth and wrapped it around her half naked waist. "Thanks for telling me, Yuffie."

The redheaded Turk scowled. "What do you want here anyway?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yuffie!�

"Fine, fine, okay�Vincent overheard these two girls talking. It turns out they saw you," she pointed at the Elite; "being dragged away by these two bumpkins." she bent at the waist and gripped her wrist behind her buttocks while tapping her left foot. "You drew quite a crowd. We all thought you were shot."

"Her?! What about me?" Reno scratched his head. "She shot at me!�

Leira glanced at her ex-boyfriend. "I must have missed�I never miss." she winked at Yuffie.

"We split up into groups, except for Tifa. Cid got a distress call from the Highwind, so he and Vincent went to check it out. Everyone was worried about you." The little girl finished.

"What's going on at the Highwind?" Leira looked over at Reno. What was supposed to be a fairly routine visit was becoming so much more. Why couldn't things be easy for a change?

Vincent was the first to notice smoke wafting through open doors and vents in the Highwind. The black flumes floated on the gentle winds high above the forest canopy.

"Well, Vince. I don't see how capable people like my crew could ever let something happen to the bikini goddess. Maybe we should just go back and pay the pub a visit."

Vincent was mortified by the site of the smoking airship. He mortified by the reaction his friend would have once he noticed that his prized airship really was or did have problems more. "Uh�sure Cid�let's go back into town." He put his hands on the old pilot�s shoulders and tried to turn him around.

"Wait a minute�what's with you? Why are you so agreeable right now? What's gotten into�" Cid Highwind forced the dead man away from him and looked into his red eyes.

Vincent could do little to hide the uneasiness welling up inside. "Cid, don't look."

"Don't look at what?" The blonde haired pilot looked down the path. "HOLY CHRIST!�

"�That�" Vincent lowered his head in shame.

Cid wasted no time. He sprinted off in the direction of the wounded warplane.

The ex-Turk�s head swayed from left to right. "Hang on, Cid. I'm right behind you."

Sasha Tate sat at the foot of the gangplank. A dripping white towel covered the cracked skin of his face. Nothing could have made this day worse for him.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE!� Cid's voice boomed.

"Almost nothing�" the general found himself withdrawing his last thought.

Two other seated men got to their feet. Despite the failure of their general, they wanted to keep a fight from breaking out.

"My airship! What did you do to it?!"

Tate coughed into his fist. The towel still covered his face and short black hair. "We had a visitor�sir."

"It smells like burning electronics out here." Vincent pointed out.

"Yes, sir." One of the men acknowledged. "Our intruder was a tough one."

"Intruder?" the black haired Turk cocked his head to the side.

"We think we picked him up from the beach in Costa del Sol,� added another officer.

The general removed the towel and set it in his lap. "We think he's a clone."

"You THINK?!" Cid was becoming irate. "Wait. Why are you telling us this? Usually you people are tight lipped about sensitive issues."

Before the general or his men could answer, footsteps coming down the plank alerted them. Reeve had stepped out into the light. "Pretty soon it's not going to be a secret anymore. We picked up a clone. He found Sephiroth and we believe he radioed home from the Highwind. The bastard took out a Cait Sith unit and hightailed it out of here. He could be anywhere, right now."

One of Cid's crew marched down with a clipboard in his hand. "Mr. President, the radio room is a total waste. I don't know which was worse�the sprinklers or combustion of Mr. Sith�if it wasn't the water it was the barbeque�" he looked up from his report. "Cap'n Cid�"

The pilot dashed up the plank and pushed Reeve out of his way. His pride and joy was hurt. It may have only been the radio room but the object of his happiness needed him nonetheless.

Sash could only think to follow the pounding of Cid's footfalls on the metal strip with his ears. He causally put the towel back on his head. This was not a good day to show his face.

Vincent noticed the many discolorations on Reeve's shirt. "Are you hurt?"

The President looked at his formerly white dress shirt. "I'll live�the most of the blood is his�the fucker had the gall to spit at me�"

Vincent walked towards him. The stains on the man's shirt were different to say the least. He noticed the brown and black blood from the clone that had left a stain. He found himself shaking his head before he moved on after Cid.

Reeve took the clipboard from the crewmember. "This the damage report?"

"Yes, sir." The man answered. "It's going to be pretty expensive to fix. Without a working radio, we might be stuck here. That room was the heart of the ship's communication system."

A thought worked its way out from Reeve's lips. "That new Cait Sith unit is running late. The old unit bit the dust almost thirty minutes ago�I wonder what could be going on in Junon."

"Sir?"

"It's nothing." His general was defeated, the ship probably would not be able to fly without a radio, the longest lasting Cait Sith unit wiped out, a murderous clone was on the rampage, more clones would probably show up, and Vincent Valentine had appeared on the scene. It was not Reeve's day either.

"GOLLY BALMY HONEY! IT LOOKS LIKE A FRIGGIN' WAR ZONE IN HERE!� Cid removed the goggles from his head and tossed them down. There were spatters of blood, he assumed, left by the clone. What remained of the door to the radio room reminded him of a stinky cheese with holes in it. Pieces of the mechanical cat spread throughout the hallway. He bent to pick up an object that he had figured on being one of the tiny cat's elbows. A wet squishing sound caught his attention. He gazed down at the floor beneath his tan work boots. "Motor oil?" He put a gloved finger into the thick slick liquid. Cid's full intention was to taste it but something else came into view. A person's black military boot was resting on the floor behind his ankles.

Vincent Valentine followed the trail of blood right to Cid. Whatever had done this would definitely be something to watch out for. His red eyes finally laid upon Cid's form standing in the dim lighting. "Cid�" No response. "Hey, Highwind!� The ex-Turk approached him.

The pilot looked like he was in shock. His mouth hung open and his eyes trained on someone sitting below him.

Carefully, he tapped Cid on the back. "Highwind�wake up!"

"JEEEEESUSSSSSS! Vince, don't do that! You tryin' to scare the shit out of me or what?!"

"I'm sorry. You didn't acknowledge my voice. I thought something might have happened to you."

"Nah. Nothing happened to me�but something sure got him�" Cid Highwind knew that he was blocking his friend's view of his grim discovery so he slowly stepped to the right.

The corpse of one of Reeve's officers lie out before both men. The vacant eyes stared upwards at one of the malfunctioning light fixtures. His mouth hung open. Like every other feature on the man's face, it too was covered in coagulated blood. The man's legs were open into a slight "V" formation while his arms, bent at the elbows, were at his sides. The only thing that seemed to be propping him up was the wall behind him.

"How do you think he died, Vince?" Cid looked at the corpse from head to foot.

"Look at his neck." The ex-Turk pointed out.

Cid gazed at Vincent with a questioning glance before finally following his directions. A shiver traveled down his spine as the cause of the man's death fully registered. "EAWWWWW!�

The scarlet clad man grabbed the pilot by the shoulder. "I think we've seen enough in this room. Now onto the next."

As the two men entered the remnants of the radio room, Cid began to throw a fit. Extinguisher foam was dripping out of every conceivable location. Chairs had been misplaced and broken. A pink, white and black object stood in the center of the room. "Poor Cait�he wasn't that bad a guy�" Highwind remarked.

Small flumes of smoke were emitted from the shoulder joints of the pair of androids.

"I can't believe one man could hurt my baby so bad! She didn't do anything to anyone!� a tear worked its way down his cheek. "Look away, Vince. I don't want you to see a grown man cry."

Vincent broke from his inspection of the charred Cait Sith remains and rolled his eyes. "Puh-lees! It's not something new�I've done it myself." he took the sobbing man's hand in his claw and began to pull him toward the ship's exit. "C'mon, old man, let's get a drink at the pub."

"I don't wanna�" Cid said in a small voice.

"Than let's find somewhere away from here to rest up. We'll get you a room at the new inn. Some sleep might help you forget about this. The ship will be good as new in no time�it's not like it will never fly again."

"Hey, Vince." Cid patted his companion on the shoulder.

"Yes?"

"We're gonna get that fucker good, aren't we?!"

Vincent Valentine had hoped that they would. At that moment, he swallowed his fears and nodded to his emotionally broken friend. "We will, Cid. We will."
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