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Chapter 73: The Middle Pagoda
Cloud, Aerith, Vincent, and Cait Sith reached the second floor of the Pagoda to find Shake waiting for them in the exact position that Gorky had been waiting on the floor below. He might have been a child, but he certainly seemed determined.
"Are you ready?" Cloud instinctively asked.
"You bet I am!" Shake replied. "Although, I must say you seem a lot more grown-up than that teenage bimbo who came through here earlier."
"Whoa!" exclaimed Aerith. "That wasn't very nice!"
"Well," defended Shake, "she called me a punk upon laying eyes on me. So I have the very right to call her a bimbo."
"You didn't say that to her face, did you?" Aerith inquired.
"You bet I did!" Shake replied. "She predictably threw a fit. I told her how immature getting pissed off so quickly was, but she didn't listen. Hell, the only good thing she did was breathe. I told her that shit as well."
"Did she beat you?" Vincent asked.
"Yes," replied Shake, somewhat sheepishly.
"Good," Vincent said. "Then this won't be too hard."
Just then, someone came from the stairs leading upward, and stood on the right-hand side of the room.
"So I guess it's time for Chekhov to stand in," said Shake, acknowledging his presence. He then turned to Vincent. "You sure you don't want to take back what you said? Remember, they took your weapons away."
"Positive," Vincent replied.
"Suit yourself," said Shake. "Speed change!"
There was a blinding flash of light, just as on the ground level. When the light subsided, the four visitors were shocked at what they saw.
"A penguin?" exclaimed Aerith.
Shake waddled about, quaking as he did so.
"Is this a joke?" Cait Sith asked rhetorically.
In response, Shake quickly charged the cat and began to peck him violently.
"Ow! Ow! Goddammit!" hissed Cait Sith as he swiped his claws in all directions. Eventually, he composed himself enough to start scratching Shake, causing feathers to fly in all directions. "Now who's winning?" he taunted.
Shake quickly reclaimed the advantage, pecking rapidly at the cat.
"You worthless pussy," taunted Shake as he continued to peck. "How many lives are you down to now?"
"Shut up, you bastard!" shouted Cait Sith as he clawed unsuccessfully.
And then, Shake suddenly lost ground. Cloud had kicked him; he was now flying through the air, with the wall growing closer and closer.
"Motherfu-"
He was silenced be crashing into the wall. The penguin twitched for a few moments before becoming still.
Another flash of white occurred, and, seconds later, Shake was back to normal.
"Damn," he muttered. "I got my sorry ass kicked twice today.
Aerith placed her hands on her hips.
"And you said Yuffie was the immature one?" she asked, in an annoyed tone of voice.
"It wasn't a fair fight!" Shake insisted. "He's a cat and I was a bird!"
"Life isn't fair, I'm afraid," Cloud said.
Meanwhile, Chekhov began to climb.
"It's been a while since I felt pain," he said as he disappeared up the stairs.
"Well, he's next," Shake said. He then turned to Cait Sith. "It was an okay fight," he said. "Pity I got pussy-whipped."
"It happens to the best of us," Cloud assured him.
"Cloud!" Aerith snapped as she smacked his back.
Shake found the situation amusing.
"That's why I never want a girlfriend," he said. "Bros before hoes!"
"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Aerith demanded.
"You save your friends with that time management?" Shake retorted.
"He's right," Aerith admitted. "We won't save Yuffie by standing around." She then walked over to Shake. "Thanks for keeping us on track," she said sweetly. Then, before Shake could react, she bent down and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Eeeeeeeeeewwwwwwww!" Shake exclaimed. "She kissed me! She kissed me! Sick!"
"I think it's time we vamoose," Cait Sith suggested.
The four of them ascended the next set of stairs, leaving Shake to drown in his own humiliation.
The room above was identical to the one below, save for a line of vases against the left wall. Chekhov was waiting in position.
"So even Shake's been defeated," announced someone coming down the stairs. "It's been a while since you had to fight, Chekhov."
"Unfortunately, this is as far as it goes," Chekhov announced. "Staniv, you watch over there."
Staniv was, of course, standing at the right side of the room; nobody had noticed him come down the stairs.
"We've dealt with worse," Cloud insisted.
"Your temperament is more mature than that little girl who disappeared in here earlier," Chekhov said. "But you're still no match for my sacred magic." He then took a step forward. "Magic change!"
The familiar flash of light filled the room, before the four of them beheld a purple tentacled creature.
"This doesn't look very tough," Cait Sith pointed out.
"Be careful," warned Vincent. "Remember, Gorky said he's all about magic."
Cloud looked at Aerith.
"Time for another cheerleader kick?" he suggested.
"I would say so," she replied.
She approached Chekhov and threw her leg into the air. Unfortunately, he was fast enough to dodge it.
Cait Sith then charged him, only for him to doge the cat as well.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake. The room became darker, and four small fires appeared in each corner surrounding Chekhov.
"I think he needs his space," Cloud suggested as each of them backed away.
A stone seal appeared under Chekhov between the flames. The seal began to rotate, with four pillars suddenly bursting out of the ground. An anvil appeared overhead.
"What the hell's going on?" Vincent demanded.
A white stream shot up from the seal, and, once it subsided, a foul looking creature occupied its place. The creature appeared skeletal, and was wearing a dark-red cloak. It was tending a pot full of a red substance.
"This can't be good," Cloud observed.
Chekhov was suddenly drawn towards the pot, seemingly against his will. As soon as he was over it, the red substance seemed to erupt, engulfing Chekhov. A flash of white followed. A moment later, the creature was gone, and Chekhov had returned to his normal self. Dead silence filled the room.
"What the hell was that?" Vincent exclaimed.
"That was Black Cauldron," Chekhov panted in disbelief. "Which one of you cast it?"
The four of them looked at each other in confusion.
"I don't think it was any of us," Cloud said. "I certainly don't have the materia."
"That's not possible," Chekhov insisted. "Black Cauldron is a summon that's powerful, but slow. It takes three minutes to cast it, but I never saw one of you doing so." He then let out a sigh and walked down the stairs, leaving the four of them alone in the room.
"Aerith," began Cait Sith, "that wasn't you, was it?"
"No way!" she replied. "Why would you think that? Is it because I'm a Cetra?"
"Well," Cait Sith replied, "I figured you might be able to cast that kind of spell a lot faster."
Aerith sighed. "I'm not a demi-goddess. I don't know what kind of bizarre powers you all think I have, but I certainly didn't cast that summon."
Just then, the four of them heard a clanking sound. They turned to see one of the vases briefly shake.
"But I've got a feeling who did," Aerith continued.
With that, she walked behind the vase. Before anyone could object, she threw it to the ground. The vase shattered to pieces, revealing the person hiding inside.
"Don't shoot!" pleaded Yuffie. Then she realized whom she was facing. "Cloud!" she exclaimed as she jumped to her feet, threw her arms around him, and pecked him on the cheek. "I knew I'd see you again!" She then checked in with those she saw. "And Cait Sith! And Vincent!" She hugged and pecked them both before turning one hundred and eighty degrees.
And then, her face began to tremble in fear. The rest of her body soon followed.
Everyone quickly realized what she had noticed.
"Aerith!" exclaimed Yuffie. "What the hell did I do wrong?"
"Nothing," replied the perplexed Aerith.
"Than why are you coming back to haunt me?" Yuffie demanded. "Sorry. No offense, but ghosts scare the shit out of me!"
"I didn't come back!" Aerith replied. "I didn't even go. I faked it!"
"You faked it?" asked Yuffie. "So you're not a ghost?"
"Of course not," Aerith replied.
"I saw him stab you," Yuffie began. "How did you survive?"
"It's a long story," Aerith said. "But now, we need to get to the top of the Pagoda."
"Oh yeah," Yuffie said. "What brought you here, anyway?"
"We came to save you," Cloud replied.
Yuffie giggled. "My butt's for sitting, not for kissing. Why are you really here?"
"We're looking for gills," Cait Sith added. "We heard from a birdie in the tree that they're kept here. We need them to breathe underwater."
"We're planning on taking care of Emerald Weapon," Cloud specified. "But that son of a bitch is underwater. So we need the gills to fight him."
"Oh yeah," said Yuffie. "The gills. The weapons developed in the War to Resist Shinra Aggression."
"The what?" asked Aerith.
"What we in Wutai refer to our part in the conflict. It was when we developed the gills." She paused. "Not here."
The other four groaned in unison again.
"All that for nothing!" Cait Sith sighed.
"You saved my sorry ass!" Yuffie insisted. "That had to be something. Look, only Godo knows where the gills are. You'd have to go through this Pagoda anyway."
"The creature at the top of the Pagoda?" Cloud asked.
"What do you mean, 'creature?'" asked Yuffie, seemingly annoyed.
"Sorry," Cloud apologized. "Fighter."
"That's better. Maybe I can sweet-talk him into telling us where the gills are," Yuffie suggested. "Just maybe."
"You have some sort of personal relationship with him?" Vincent inquired.
"I might," Yuffie replied.
"So, Yuffie," began Aerith, "what is at the top of this Pagoda?"
"The Conformer," Yuffie replied.
"The Conformer?"
"It's one hell of a weapon," Yuffie answered. "I can probably knock Sepheroth's head off with one swipe!"
"We have been gathering all the weapons we can get," Cloud informed her. "The more, the better. I got Knights of the Round and Quadra Magic. It's one hell of a combination. By the way, where did you get that Black Cauldron summon, anyway?"
"The Honey Bee Inn," Yuffie answered. "Discarded clothes is full of treasure."
"We do need any weapon possible," Cloud said.
"Great!" exclaimed Yuffie. "So you'll help me get the Conformer?"
"You bet!" Aerith replied.
"I suppose we should get going," Vincent suggested.
Everyone nodded.
"We need to find those gills at all costs," Vincent continued.
Vincent was the first to ascend the stairs, followed by Cait Sith, and then by Yuffie.
"Hey Cloud," Aerith began as soon as Yuffie left the room, "once we get the Conformer, want to do it in the Pagoda?"
"I heard that!" Yuffie shouted as she marched back into the room. "NSFW!"
"I beg your pardon?" asked Aerith.
"No sex in fucking Wutai!" Yuffie exclaimed. "Have you no respect? This is sacred ground!"
"Sorry," Aerith apologized, blushing slightly.
"You're the only couple I know where the girl's hornier than the guy," Yuffie observed.
"The least you need to know is that we can't be watched twenty-four hours a day," Aeirth said as she gave Cloud a seductive smirk.
"Great," muttered Yuffie. "More losses, more letdowns, more nails in my coffin!"
"There'll be more nails than wood by the time they bury you," Cloud said aloud.
"Look," Yuffie continued, "do you want to find the gills or not? This is the best lead you're going to get!"
"You bet," Cloud replied.
"Then let's go," Yuffie insisted. "Save your bedroom talk for the bedroom!"
The three ascended the stairs together, towards the next level.
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