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Chapter III:
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Cool breeze
whispered against the moonlight colored curtains. Overlooking the wave-lapped
rocky cliffs was the west-side windows of the chamber belonged to one green
eyed noble lady. The chamber itself was ever-so quiet, saved for the constant
sound of the pounding sea, and the occasional melody of the charming violin,
which was playing so beautifully its bittersweet melody at the moment.
All of a
sudden, the flowing melody stopped � ending without applause it more than
rightfully deserved. Instead, sounded the familiar quick, firm footsteps that
the lady precisely recognized. Immediately, on her sorrowful face, there
replaced the former faint frown with a slight upturn of her rosy lips.
The white
painted door clicked open, and the chamber, stepped in a young silver haired
boy, bearing with him an instrument the very source of the earlier music. With
a curving of look-alike pair of lips, he gave her his smile that, although was
small, meant a lot, for even for such a young child he was, this boy really
smiled so little.
Still, he
stood there, unmoving � so still like a well-trained soldier waiting for an
order from his commander.
That made
the lady smiled even more.
�I like the
song.� Said she, voice gentle yet rich with cheeriness.
�What is it called?�
The young
boy averted his gaze, looking as if he would do her wrong had he said it. Yet
seeing his mother smiling face, he shifted a little in his pose before replying
softly:
�There�s no
name for it, Mother. Only the melody.�
The wind
whistled. Light colored curtained rustled. And entering the room was the
distant odor of the sunlight-adorn indigo sea�
��
Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter.
Gently but interminably, the rain drizzled. Continuously, transparent beads of
water hit the cabin�s windows. Slowly and gradually, the morning sky darkened.
And gone eventually was the serenity of the bright, bright blue.
Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter.
Unstoppably, those little beads continued to hit, tapping against the cool
glass windows without shying. Without reserve, they rapped. And before the
clear droplets became larger and rapped harder, long, fine lashes fluttered,
revealing to the waking world two cat-like jade orbs that seemed to possess
their own glowing light.
��
Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter.
Called the rain, still, even as it had woken the slumbered up. Luminous green
orbs darted toward the rain blurred window. Out there, the sky had taken the
dark gray color it was difficult to tell at which time of the day it was. The
dullness out there made the inside of the cabin even more shadowy, letting only
the slightest of slivers of light to peek through as the ship keeled and
lightning flashed a pattern across the gloomy sky.
Yet as little
as the light was, it didn�t stop the waking eyes to wander toward a certain
picture attached on the wall.
With a swift
flit, the crimson colored blanket was pulled away from where it was lying
mutely over his body. The sole dweller sat up, shaking the strayed strands of
platinum hair out of his eyes � the action sending the silky threads spilling
to its full length like flowing silver liquid, pooling just there on the
lingering redness.
In such
dimness, his pale hair and skin looked even paler against the crimson�just like
how blood of those he had slain was evident on him even in the nocturne of the
battlefield where Masamune was the only instrument he
wielded for it to sing.
How long has
it been�?
It had been so
long he had touched any other instrument but his blade. Ever since his mother
died, he hardly wanted to touch the violin. It had been so many years he was
sure he had forgotten how to play it, even that he had once played it, for it seemed
to be completely unrelated to what they called was the art of war. So long ago
were the days his hands were still untainted.
Because so long
ago it was, that he had any dream of his deceased mother.
Leaning back
against the bedpost, Sephiroth ran a hand through his
silvery hair � a thoughtful expression on his face.
The dream was
so vivid; more like a reminiscence of his own memory
than mere hazy whim. His mother�s voice and his own childish one were still
ringing in his ears. That made him remember�how his mother, despite her trying
to look happy every time when he was around, was never truly happy. There was
always that wistful look in her eyes and those occasional sad expressions she
sometimes slipped whenever her gaze cast upon the old endless sea. It was as
if�
She was waiting
for someone that would never return.
Once again, his
gaze drifted toward the mermaid painting.
�Mermaid.� The raven haired-man
said almost quietly, walking over to hand his silver haired-guest his glass.
�Surely you have heard of them.�
The General
took the glass from the pirate. Briefly, their fingers touched and the General
couldn�t help but notice how the other slender fingers lingered a little bit
too long on his. �I have.� Sephiroth said, turning
his attention back to the water-painted picture.
�� The memory
of yesterday started to fade, turning and distorting into one older and even
more dreamlike. Yet it was still there, like a sepia picture that reminded you
of its age and memory.
�Why are you
crying?� A silver haired-boy asked as an auburn haired-girl ran toward him,
crying. Concern was clear in his voice even if his face seemed pretty neutral.
The little
girl sniffed and continued to cry, burying her face in his chest � her small
hand still clutching a book tightly.
�Aeris?� The boy inquired,
awkwardly pulling back to look the girl in the face.
The little
girl swallowed, trying to form a sentence but only thing that came out was:
�The�the mermaid...she�� More tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her
silken cheeks.
�Mermaid?� The silver haired-boy
arched his eyebrows. Then he noticed the book the girl was gripping. He gently
took it from her. It was easy to tell which page she was reading, for there
were traces of tears on that very page. Holding the girl with one arm and the
book in the other, the boy proceeded to read. And soon drawn to him was the
realization why his little sister was crying.
What Aeris had with her was a book of fairy tales and the one
that made the little girl cry was no other than the infamous �Princess Mermaid�
in which ended in a beautiful tragedy.
The mermaid
who didn�t get to stay beside her prince returned to the sea, reverting back
into white, white foams.
�It�s only a
fairy tale, Aeris.� He told her. �It isn�t real.�
Because it sounded
like so at that point of time�
�Returning to
the sea, huh?�
Long, dark
lashes lowered and what graced his lips was what seemed like a combination of a
smirk and a sad smile. �Now, I see�Hojo��
One skinny
hand reached out to touch his silky exotic colored-locks, playing with them as
if in fascination. �My�how much you resemble your mother�but your hair and eyes
are always a wonder to me��
Taper fingers
reached for the sheathed Masamune lying in sheer
silence just next to him. Grabbing it in a grip so tight his knuckle went
completely white, the General gritted his teeth. Cat-like eyes narrowed
dangerously.
�You�bastard.�
��
�Colonel! Colonel,
sir!�
The messenger
ran with all the speed he could muster, climbing up the wet, slippery stairs of
the great watchtower of Junon, the military port town
of Shinra. However, despite Shinra having the strongest army ever, its huge armed
forces were hardly clearly given specific titles for the branched structures.
To put in simply, Shinra�s naval force was just any
soldiers working in that area and ready to jump into the ship for battle.
It was once
suggested that they had classified the diversity of their army but Shinra seemed to like the old system and he liked it that
the power be centralized. The old man trusted Sephiroth
enough to let him direct the whole army. But since he relied too much on one
person, and since that person�s name was legendary, it was devastating when
that one person was amiss.
�Colonel!�
Zack turned
from his post on the top of the watchtower. Unlike in Midgar,
It was just another peaceful day in Junon and Zack
Donovan was just enjoying breathing in the fresh air of the ocean while
watching ships sail away like small dots on the vast ocean beyond the red,
billowing flag of Junon.
That was before
the rain started to fall. The sea then became rough. The wind became harsh. And
the breathtaking morning view disappeared behind the gloomy curtain of showery
beads.
It seemed his
beautiful day had come to an end. And he was wet all over.
�Colonel
Donovan, sir!�
�Yeah,
yeah.
I heard you. I heard you.� Zack drawled boringly, shaking his soaking spiky
head. �What�s it?�
�There�s�� The
messenger panted, having run a long, long way after he got the word from Midgar. He handed Zack the scroll, which, thankfully,
wasn�t that wet, containing the urgent message he was delivering. �There�s an
urgent message from Midgar for you, sir.�
�Urgent, you
say?� Zack raised his eyebrows, interested. Finding himself a proper shelter,
he reached for the offered scroll and quickly unrolled it. Deep violet orbs
first just skimmed through the page but after ingesting the information it had
there, they immediately went back and started over again � carefully, this
time.
Cloud noticed
the drastic change in his friend�s expression, so he walked over and asked:
�What does it say?�
Zack gave Cloud
the scroll to read himself before saying:
�They�ve just
named me a commodore.�
��
�Here, Eric! I
bet you haven�t seen something like this before!�
Aeris� head snapped toward
the direction Yuffie was calling just in time to see
that something round and purplish was flying at a high velocity toward her. Her
first instinct told her to scream and duck but there was another part in her,
which seemed to grow bigger and bigger each minute passed ever since she
successfully sneaked into this pirate ship� this part told her to hold onto her
that adventurous side she loved, reminding her that she no longer needed to act
like a proper lady and let herself go.
Actually
listening to this more daring part, Aeris willed
herself to stand proud as she fixed her eyes on the approaching projectile. And
when the said projectile was close enough but not to close, she grabbed it,
successfully without harm, earning a deliberate whistle from Yuffie.
�Nice catch.� Said the younger girl, giving her a thumb up.
Aeris grinned back before
looking down at what she now had in her grip.
It was, though Aeris wasn�t sure at first, a fruit. Some kind of fruit, it
had to be. Only that she had never before seen a fruit like this one.
This fruit was
round, like a ball, in shape but its outer covering was thick and pretty knotty
albeit very soft � just like velvet � to touch. Its color was purplish black
and its stem, attached with a leaf with the same color, was purely dark red.
The disguised
lady stared at it in fascination. She wondered what this strange fruit�s taste
would be like. Just the sweet scent of it was alluring already�
�Aha, don�t
even think of trying that, dear Mr. Eric.� The younger girl wagged a finger
before scooting closer and took the fruit away from Aeris.
�It isn�t gonna be good. Not with
you, anyway.�
�What do you
mean?� Aeris asked. The other girl�s word and action
together was making her even more curious.
�Well,� Yuffie began. �Have you ever heard of Ambrosia?�
Aeris blinked. �Ambrosia?�
�It is the
strongest kind of aphrodisiac ever. Just one small bite and the effect will
last for hours.�
It wasn�t Yuffie�s voice that answered, for it was definitely male.
�It�d be very torturous, of course, some were said to be dead from the effect
of it, if�� The voice trailed off, turning instead into a sly cackle.
�You really
have nothing better to do, have you?� Yuffie�s
expression was the mixture of annoyance and disgust.
The beady
eyed-man grinned � the grin gave Aeris a very creepy
feeling � and inclined his head a little. �I could have asked the same.� His
sickening gaze darted from the glaring Yuffie to Aeris. �Taking up more and more people on
this sacred ship as if it was your own. I have no idea why Captain
hasn�t punished you yet.�
�Better ten of
them than one of you!� Yuffie tossed the Ambrosia
aside � a little bit too carelessly as if it meant nothing � and gave the man
�the finger�. �Let�s go, Eric. Let�s see how Cid�s
doing up there. � Pulling Aeris
closer to her, she whispered: �And the General, if we have a chance.�
Aeris nodded and smiled
gratefully. �Thank you, Yuffie.�
The other girl
grinned, rubbing a finger to her nose. �Hehe,
no problem.�
Behind their
back, the beady eyed-man sneered.
��
Yuffie led the disguised lady
up the ladder toward the main deck. Up there, without any shelter, the rain,
which had become heavier and heavier as time passed, made the floor all watery
and given that Chaos� age was almost half a century, the crew up there were so
busy getting rid of the excessive amount of fresh water they got.
The short
haired-girl � minus Aeris, it seemed she was the only
female one of the crew there � looked up toward where a certain blond with blue
T-shirt and goggles was working with the wheel. He was smoking, or at least
tried to, even if it was raining. Unfortunately, he didn�t have much luck
because the fire he had lit just went out every time he attempted it.
�Oi! Still trying to smoke, Cid?� Putting her hands aside her
mouth, Yuffie shout over the screaming sound of the
wind. Besides her, Aeris was trying vainly to get the
water out of inside her shoes.
Cid, being the
navigator of the ship and couldn�t and wouldn�t leave his post � because he
deemed himself the best controlling the ship � just shout back: �If ya wanna talk, get your bratty
ass up here!� The wind, after all, was very noisy even with their exclusive way
of communication.
�Who are you
calling a brat, old man?� Yuffie raised a fist
although she didn�t seem really pissed, Aeris
noticed. In fact, Yuffie seemed to be enjoying
herself as she, followed by Aeris, made her way up
toward where Cid was.
Cid threw his
damp cigarette away, finally as his eyes turned to rest on the guy he had never
seen before beside the brat. �Got some new faces up my ship again, have ya?� He asked, not-so-grumpily.
Despite the
Chaos rightfully belonged to Vincent, Cid felt kind of possessive toward the
ship like it was his own. But then, again, he was the type that would grow a
strong sense of belonging once he got into something. That was why, despite his
language, Cid was a very trustable companion that you could doubtlessly rely
on.
Yuffie shrugged. �Vinny doesn�t mind it so why would you? By the way, his
name is Eric.�
�Eric,
eh?�
Cid looked the new guy up and down. Aeris swallowed
while trying not to fidget. She didn�t want Yuffie
and herself to get into trouble.
Cid snorted.
�Welcome to the
Chaos, kid.� He said. �As long as you don�t cause any trouble, I won�t
seriously throw your sorry ass out.�
Actually, even
if Aeris didn�t disguised herself
as a guy, as long as she didn�t reveal who she was, they wouldn�t mind much
because Vincent believed he was jinxed enough that letting one or more females
on his ship would change nothing.
Aeris blinked, surprised. She
didn�t expect the other pirates but Yuffie to be
quite�friendly.
��
�Have you seen
Greed?� After being quiet for a while, Cid spoke up, sounding not as happy as he
looked grumpier than just a moment before.
Yuffie, who didn�t mind being
wet much and was sitting on the wooden floor, turned and snorted. �Yeah, I just
saw him. Wandering around the collection room as usual.
Why?�
�Shit. Just ask
him to bring me a new compass.� Swore Cid, reaching for a
cigarette in his pocket. �If there�s anyone I really wanna
throw outta here, it�s that little bastard.�
The girl
lowered her dark eyelashes and crossed her arms. �I can just say the same.�
Aeris, also giving up trying
to stay as dry as possible and was now sitting beside Yuffie,
out of curiosity, spoke up: �You seem to hate him very much.�
�Oh, who
wouldn�t?� Yuffie slammed a hand on the rain coated
floor, sending the water there splashing in several directions. �Just the way
he talks gives me creeps! Vinny�s just too damn generous to let a jerk like him stay!�
Aeris silently listened. Even
from what little encounter she had with the said man, she knew the younger girl
was more than right. But one creepy man wasn�t what worried her; she wanted to
know what her brother was thinking getting on a pirate ship like this, for she
was certain she saw him walking up the bridge the previous night without
putting up a fight. Also she wanted to make sure if he was okay�
�Speak of it, haven�t
seen Vinny. Where�s he?�
Cid took a drag
from the first successfully lit cigarette � that was before it went out � and
puffed out a whitish-gray smoke.
�Valentine? He hasn�t been in a
healthy mood lately. You know he slept in the crew room last night? Not that he
really slept. Hell, he�s quieter and weirder than ever. Dunno
what�ve gotten into him.�
�So...� Yuffie tried to get to the point. �Where�s he now?�
Cid let out an
exasperated sigh. �Saw him in front of the cabin just before you two came up. At
least, that's where he was. I suggest you leave the guy alone, brat.�
�Uhuh.� Was all Yuffie said
as she and Aeris exchanged a look.
��
The inside of
the captain�s cabin was soundless until the brass doorknob clicked, turning. And
soon, came the meek creak of the opening door. Light
from outside flooded through the widened slit, illuminating the room for one
brief moment before it disappeared behind the shut door, remaining only shadowy
silhouettes in the dimness.
Near the
window, with his back turned toward him, was a silhouette of a tall man. His
shiny silvery hair was so vivid to see in the flashing light it strikingly
reflected.
Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter.
Those transparent beads continued to hit the glassy surfaces, rolling down and
down, slowly distorting the translucent reflection.
Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter.
Heavy beads of rain were calling non-stop. And in another flashing moment,
there wasn�t only one reflection of those breathing. Blood-red orbs stared
straight at him behind his back, ever-so silently.
Slowly, the
silver haired-man turned � electric green eyes so bright and piercing in the
returning darkness.
�I demand you
to answer my questions truthfully. Here and now.� Every word was spoken
clearly. The sound of his deep voice resounded in the quiet room as the rain
continued to call.
Vincent was
silent as he stood there, unmoving. There wasn�t even a sound of rustle from
his red cloak.
The younger man
took a step closer to him, one hand still gripping his sword tight.
�What�s your
purpose in having I on this ship of yours?�

TBC

Hey there,
sorry for the long wait. I know I�m horrible but I�ve been really busy after
the midterm exam with so many projects that I didn�t expect it would be this
much. Final exam is coming up but on the power of guilt, I feel like I have to
update something, anything before I could peacefully go studying. So here this
chapter is.
As my brain
hasn�t been working so brilliantly lately, I hope this chappie
isn�t too bad. I�ll try updating the rest of my ongoing fictions (the Naruto ones included if you read those) as soon as
possible.
For those also
having evil, evil exam, I wish you best of luck that I hopelessly hope will be
mine too. XP
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