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Legacy of the Lifestream	By : butabara Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 2387 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I do not own FFVII or its affiliates. I make no money from this exercise in literary creativity.
A.N. And here we are! This one didn't take me as long to get out, thank the Gods! It really is coming to a close for this story. I will begin outlining part three in a few chapters, so that I can get it up and running soon after Legacy ends. Enjoy and review!
~Guni

Chapter 41: Immaculate Mess

“Why are you helping me?” Weiss asked drowsily as Sassi helped Shelke secure the IV lines and restraints holding the man to the bed.
“Because you needed it, and I've seen too many things happening in the past seven years to not give you a chance to prove you're not a danger to us.” She answered quietly. Shelke shot her a scathing glare.
The young woman was definitely not happy with being forced to help a Tsviet. Not after going through so much and finally being rid of the powerful group. She knew that Vincent would be furious that they'd brought one of his more powerful enemies onto their only semi-safe haven.
While she could admit that anyone could change-after all: she had-this was Weiss! Weiss the Immaculate on their airship, being nursed back to health so that he could quite possible-and probably-murder them all in their sleep!
“I didn't ask for your help. I would have been fine on my own. If you think that by helping me you're saving yourselves from my wrath, you're sadly mistaken.” His voice sounded airy, although still deep. Like the toxic air currents deep within a cave.
“When Vincent Valentine returns, he will decide what to do with you.” Shelke snapped, tugging the lines with slightly more force than necessary.
Weiss scoffed, turning his head away from her gaze. He answered to no one. He lived once more, even after defeat. He became one with the most powerful creature on the planet. He was a God.
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“Okay, you take Shin and patrol that area. If there are Nibel Wolves in Wutai, we need to find out why.” Yuffie said to the Wu Sheng warrior bowing before her.
The man nodded and gave a short bow to his soon-to-be prince as well, rushing off to do his Lady's bidding.
Yuffie worried her lip as she thought. One of the patrols had found large animal prints in the soft soil not two day's ride from the Capitol City. He had said it looked to him like a large Nibel Wolf. What puzzled the princess, was that the other warrior had reported small human footprints that looked to be traveling with the beast. She could think of no reason any small children would be traveling with a beast like that. Their best bet was to track this animal and see for themselves what was going on.
“Well, Mikey, ya ready?” She said with a slight grin. The man beside her scowled.
“You know I don't like it when you call me that, Princess.” Michael shot back.
Yuffie giggled, picking her bag up and tossing it over her back, wiggling her fingers as she sauntered off in the direction of the chocobo stables. With any luck, they would find this creature before it hurt someone.
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Small, dry and chapped lips parted painfully, raw breaths leaving in shallow pants as the little Guardian limped lifelessly beside the giant fire-cat. Her eyes were sunken in and glazed, much like the eyes of her two Cetran friends. They had not found decent food nor safe water in days. Even Nanaki's fur seemed a darker, mucky brown than the vibrant orange-red that usually covered his hunter's form.
“Are we... there yet?” Fionn rasped. Nanaki shot him a worried gaze. He had adapted to traveling in conditions like this. The children were not, and he could smell the sickness on them. They were a day out from the capitol Wutaian city, and he was just not sure that he would make it with the children in tow.
“A few more hours, children. Then you may rest and I swear to you, I will find you some clean water.” He promised, hoping against the odds. The hawk perched on his flank made a comforting sound, ruffling her feathers and tilting her head at her master.
Kiku raised her shaking hand and patted the bird, willing her sore lips to mold into a small smile. Her nerves had her nearly frantic, everything within her screaming for her to do something to save her charges. She could feel the danger in, and around their bodies, and the fact that there was nothing that she could possibly do had her half-hoping she would implode with the force of the power compelling her weakened body.
They had to make it. There was no other option. They would die if they didn't. They had to get to Wutai.
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Vincent narrowed his eyes in fury and indignation. How dare this...this TURK hold his woman captive?! He growled, the sound deep and menacing. “Tseng... what is it that you want?”
Tseng sighed, knowing that he was doing his case more harm than good by following through this course, but he also knew that he had other choice. They would not listen to him any other way. “I know I can't expect you to trust me, but I ask for sanctuary. Rufus is more clever than I gave him credit for and the last time we spoke, I was at the end of his shotgun. I didn't want it to come to this but I have information, more than you could ever hope for if you allow me to come with you. I don't care if you take me prisoner but I can not hope to continue to help you if I am dead. This is my offer. Either you use me for your benefit, or you condemn me to death, but if death awaits me... at least let it be by your hands."
“How could you ever think that we could trust you again after the things you have done? We all but handed you sanctuary when Sukai asked to meet with you in that hell-pit you saved her from. You denied it, to follow the orders of a greedy, power-hungry low-life whom thinks himself the rightful ruler of this entire planet!” Yazoo snarled back.
Tseng's eyes narrowed as his lips twisted into a frown of pure disgust, not only for the man he used to work for, but for himself. "I realize that my actions have been less than savory, but I did not try and delude myself, or anyone else for that matter about what I do. I am a Turk, and because of that I am forced into situations that I would never wish upon my enemy, but I do it. Do you think I wanted to be the villain? To throw Sukai away!? It was no more painful to her than it was for me. I just never wore my heart on my sleeve, and if I could take all of it back, I would. There are so many things I have to apologize to her for, but at least I am standing here trying to make up for past mistakes. If I was a coward, I would never have approached you, but I am standing here now, waiting for your judgment. As for that bastard, I never had any love for him, I just thought I could protect the things that I loved from him if I bowed my head and worked silently." He reasoned in a level tone. It was imperative that he at least be allowed to relay his information before they killed him, if that was what they chose to do.
“I of all people know how the TURKs function. How do we know this isn't some elaborate scheme to get us to lower our guard?” Vincent said, shifting his clawed hand menacingly.
Tseng stood quietly for a moment before making his decision. With a quick twist, he shoved Sytherea away from him, standing deathly still in the rotting leaves on the forest floor. “...You don't.”
Angeal sighed, helping Sytherea to her feet. “Whether he truly is with us or not, I do not want to be the one to face Sukai if we kill him. Bind his hands and blindfold him. I'll carry him myself.”
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Kadaj stared at Harmony as she sat silently in meditation. They had dropped their new prisoner off at the sick bay and the young witch immediately locked herself in their quarters, demanding silence and soft light. Her intent was to attempt to connect with her Guardian power, tapping into the vast stores of energy and using it to fuel her offensive magic. She knew that she could do it, the problem was that the magic exhausted her physically.
However, if she could somehow access her blood-gifted power and use the energy of the Guardian within her, wearing herself out by fighting with her spells would not be a problem.
Kadaj had suggested she focus on her glamours. If she did not want to harm people with her magic, perhaps the best way to go was fine-tuning and speeding her casting time with glamours. Make them see what she wants, ensnare their minds.
She had given him a wide, proud grin, agreeing with him completely before settling in the middle of they bed and falling into deep meditation.
After what seemed like hours-and probably was-Harmony opened her eyes with a quiet sigh, rubbing at her temples. “Gods, that's exhausting...” She lamented. It would take quite a few more sessions before she could even come close to breaking through that veil within her mind.
Kadaj smiled slightly, putting his hand on her shoulder and pushing her to lay back. ”You just relax. We'll work with it tomorrow. If you don't think you can sleep... well...” He smirked, “I think I know just the thing you need.”
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