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The Island	By : DrakeClawfang Category: Final Fantasy Games > Crossovers Views: 3070 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Island
Chapter 1
The summer sun beamed down on the crystal blue water lapping at the sides of the boat. The freshly painted black letters – KINGDOM – gleamed in the light as the boat swayed on the waves.
“I’m telling ya, man, this is gonna be the best summer of our lives.” On the deck tanning in his swim trunks, Zack sat up and grinned at the blond laying next to him.
“Yeah, sure.” Reclining next to him reading a book, Cloud shrugged.
Zack made a face. “Will you put that damn thing down? You’re missing the scenery!”
Cloud lifted his head and looked from side to side. “Nothing but ocean and sky. Same as yesterday, and the day before that.”
“You’re a buzzkill.”
“Just ignore him, Zack.” Munching a bag of chips with his feet dangling off the overhang above them and his tail bobbing in the air behind his head, Zidane looked down at them and shook his head. “Some men can’t appreciate the finer things in life.”
“I’m trying to appreciate a good book right now,” Cloud said without lifting his head.
Zidane rolled his eyes. “Books will be there forever, man. These types of day come and go.” Zidane wrapped his tail around the railing and jumped over it to hang down over Cloud. He crumpled up the chip bag in his hand. “Here, have a snack at least.” He turned the bag over and rained crumbs down on Cloud.
Cloud dropped his book and angrily brushed his hair off. “Zidane!” He looked up and saw Zidane laughing. He growled and ran down the deck to the door into the kitchen. He ran to the stairs to the upper deck where the steering wheel lay. “I’m coming up there!” Zidane’s laugh answered him again.
“Don’t run on the deck, Cloud, that’s how people go overboard.” Cloud looked behind him where another boy with spiked brown hair was cooking bacon on the stove.
“Sora, it’s your boat, tell him to come down here so I can hit him.”
Sora shook his head. “First, it’s my dad’s boat. He let me borrow it on threat of kicking me out, which is why I don’t need you guys running around it, you’ll break something and it’ll be on me. Second, they’re your guests; it isn’t my job to police them for you.”
“Remind me again why we brought them,” Cloud grumbled.
“Because I had the idea to sail to Costa del Sol to celebrate our college graduation, and to get a group rate on the hotel we needed six people, so we each brought two guests to pool our money.”
“Yeah, you slipped something into my drink that day.”
The two heard footsteps and turned to the stairs below deck. A boy with shoulder-length silver hair stepped at the top step and glared at them with sleepy blue eyes.
“Why is there running and shouting in the morning?”
Sora shook his head. “Riku, it’s 10:30.”
“That’s still the morning.” Riku scratched his back and walked to the counter behind Sora. “Is that bacon?”
“Yup.”
Riku pulled open the fridge and tossed a package to Sora. “Put some more on for me.” He closed the bridge, and then grabbed a jar of coffee grounds from the cupboard and plugged in the electric kettle.
“Careful with that, the ship’s batteries are still recharging, we need to watch our power consumption.” Sora said.
Riku shrugged. “You said your dad bought Shinra-brand. They’ll be fine, mako engines can recharge in an hour. Besides, you woke me up and I need coffee.”
“Hope still asleep?” Cloud asked.
Riku nodded. “We gave him that beer last night and he said he had to sleep it off to avoid a hangover.” Riku smirked. “Ten bucks said we get to Costa del Sol and he faints at the sight of a bikini.”
Sora punched Riku on the shoulder. “The kid isn’t a partier, don’t make fun of him because he lives safe.”
“We shouldn’t have invited him.”
“He’s your little brother!”
“He’s your guest. You had a choice; I didn’t.”
The sound of more footsteps drew Cloud’s attention. He looked at the stairs down as Hope himself came up, rubbing his eyes.
“What time is it?” Hope asked, yawning after.
“10:30," Cloud answered.
“Cool.” Hope headed to the counter, Riku moving aside to let him in. Hope took a glass from the cupboard and filled it up from the tap. As Cloud and Sora watched, Hope calmly lifted his hand and tipped the glass over. Riku stood silently as the water washed onto his hair and dripped onto his T-shirt. When the glass was empty, Hope put it in the sink. “By the way, I’ve seen girls in bikinis before.”
Riku ran a hand through his wet hair. “Internet porn doesn’t count.”
“Then this will be a first for both of us.”
Riku reached for Hope, and Hope jumped back and moved to the other side of the kitchen. Riku moved for him and Hope ran up the stairs to the upper deck.
Sora groaned. “Cloud, tell them to stop roughhousing in the kitchen, there’s breakables all over.”
Cloud grinned. “They’re your guests; it isn’t my job to police them.”
Sora flipped him off. “Some cousin you are.”
“Yup.”
Zidane walked in from the main deck. “Give up on chasing me.”
Cloud shrugged. “Not worth it. I’ll throw you overboard later.”
“Cool.” Zidane grabbed another bag of chips from the pantry and ripped it open. Cloud looked past him and frowned. Dark clouds were roiling in the sky, and the water seemed rougher.
“Looks like a storm.”
Sora looked and his expression mirrored Cloud’s. “Yeah. Tell Zack to get inside, we’ll batten down and ride it out. Zidane, you were steering, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Turn off the engine and check if there’s any nearby ports we can dock at if we need help.”
“Roger.” Zidane tossed the chips on the counter and jogged up the stairs.
Cloud headed outside and stumbled. The wind had picked up and blew his clothing out behind him. He held onto the railing and approached the front of the ship. “Zack!”
Zack rounded the corner, his T-shirt over his shoulder. “Yeah, I noticed. Let’s go.”
The two headed into the kitchen, Cloud pulling the door shut behind him. Sora had pulled out a safety manual and was flipping through it. “We’ll power down most systems for safety. There’s life jackets downstairs, one of you grab six.”
Zack nodded. “On it.” He headed down the stairs in a rush.
“Anything else we can do?” Cloud asked.
Sora sighed. “I’m checking. I studied up on avoiding storms, so we could just not have to deal with this. Weren’t there any warning signs? Increased wind speed, dark clouds?”
“Nope, five minutes ago it was fine.”
“Weird.” The two looked up. Riku, Hope, and Zidane came down from the upper deck. “Zidane, how are we?”
“Engine off, but ports are a no go.” Zidane shook his head. “The GPS is on the fritz and so’s the compass.”
“The compass?”
“Spinning like a top.”
Sora’s frown deepened. “Something’s not right.”
Zack emerged from the lower deck, wearing a life jacket with a stack of five more in his hands. “Here we go.” He dumped them on the floor. “Are we really gonna need these, though?”
Sora began to reply, when the boat shuddered. The six stumbled, and Cloud saw the spray of a large wave wash up through a window. The lighters overhead flickered and went out.
“The hell?” Sora ran to a panel on the wall and pulled it open. “We’re still at 60% power, according to this.”
“Sora,” Zidane began, “if we die at sea, I’m haunting you in the afterlife.”
“We are not going to die at sea,” Sora replied. “We have an emergency life raft and waterproof emergency rations to last a week. If the ship goes down the emergency signal will go off and we can wait for rescue.”
The ship was rocked by another wave, and the door blew open, sending rain and ocean water into the kitchen. Riku slammed his shoulder against the door to push it shut. “Yeah, let’s get those ready just in case, huh?”
“Right. Two people head downstairs, the life raft is in the same place as the life jackets. Cloud, run up to the deck, there should be a flare gun.”
“Yeah.” Cloud turned and ran up the stairs. He began to turn to head to the steering wheel, and froze. He stared ahead for several seconds, and turned his head to yell over his shoulder. “Guys! You better see this!”
A flurry of footsteps filled the corridor, and five sets of eyes emerged behind Cloud. The six friends stared, rain and wind pelting them.
The horizon ahead was obscured by a massive wall of water. A wave bigger than any of them had ever seen was coming towards the boat, growing larger at it came closer.
“Sora?” Hope asked. “Any safety tips for that?”
Zack gulped. “Tuck your head between your knees comes to mind.”
Sora shook his head. “Come on, we’ll get the raft, move!”
The six turned and ran down the steps, and Cloud paused to look behind him.
“Too late.”
The wave hit the boat and smashed down over it. A rush of water knocked them off their feet and washed them down into the kitchen. Cloud had a moment to suck in a breath, and then the next thing he knew, he was underwater. He looked around him and saw the others floating in the flooded kitchen.
There was some sort of gurgling sound, and Cloud became aware of the water current growing stronger. He was washed into a wall, and he felt his head hit it before his world turned black.

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Cloud’s eyelids fluttered, and his nose twitched. His thoughts swam in his head, and he cracked his eyes open. A pale brown and yellow ceiling filled his vision, blurred. “I’m alive… and dry.” Cloud blinked and his vision cleared. He winced and put a hand down to push himself up. He turned his head.
A hut built of wood and scrap metal surrounded him, with dirt floors with a doorway covered by a curtain. A table with mismatched chairs stood in one corner, along with a broken shelving unit. He turned the other way and saw the other five laid out on makeshift beds of grasses and other plant matter. A woman had her back to him, kneeling over Hope. She was wearing a dirty off-white top with torn black shorts, and had long pink hair. Another woman with black hair and a pale orange blouse and a white skirt was further down the row.
Cloud licked his lips and tested his voice. “H-Hey.”
The two turned at his voice, and jumped to their feet. “You’re awake!”
“Yeah.”
The woman with pink hair ran up to Cloud and gently pushed him back down. “Rest, you’ve been through a lot.”
Cloud nodded. “Are they okay?”
The woman with black hair walked into his field of view over the pink-haired woman’s shoulder. “Yes, but you’re the first to awaken. Do you remember anything?”
Cloud thought. “There was a storm. We got caught in it.”
The black-haired woman nodded. “Yes, we found you on the shore with the other debris.”
The pink-haired woman held a gourd to Cloud’s lips. “Drink. Slowly.” Cloud tilted his head up. Cool water ran down his throat, and he stopped for breath after a few gulps.
The black-haired woman put a hand on the pinked-haired woman’s shoulder. “Serah, go tell the Mystic they’re waking up. She’ll want to see them.”
“Right.” The pink-haired woman stood and left through the curtained doorway.
Cloud looked at the black-haired woman. “Serah?”
The woman nodded. “Yes. That was Serah, and I’m Garnet.”
“I’m Cloud.” Cloud sat up again and looked over his companions.
Garnet smiled. “You’re lucky to be alive, Cloud.”
“Yeah. Where am I?”
“You’re on my tribe’s island. Don’t fear. The Mystic will tell you all. I’m sure she’ll send for you once Serah returns from her.”
There was a moan, and Garnet turned. Zidane was moving on his bed, and Garnet ran to him.
“That’s Zidane,” Cloud offered.
“Zidane?” Garnet put a hand on Zidane’s cheek. “Are you awake?”
Cloud saw Zidane’s eyes open. Zidane looked up at Garnet for a moment. “Huh… I must be dead. Are you an angel?”
Garnet looked confused and removed her hand. “Um, no. You’re alive.”
Zidane’s eyes opened fully, and he grinned. “Are you sure? Because I always imagined real angels would look like you.”
Cloud rolled his eyes. “No, Zidane, she’s a human.” He rolled onto his side and slowly climbed to his feet.
Zidane looked over. “Cloud? We’re alive?”
“Seems so.” Cloud came over to him. “How do you feel?”
“Pretty good for someone who should be dead.”
Over the next several minutes, the other four gradually woke up. Cloud helped Garnet give water to each of them, and soon each of them was standing. Garnet had refused to let them leave the hut, asking them for patience. Cloud noted at least one of them didn’t mind sticking around, judging from how Zidane was shadowing her.
“If you don’t mind my asking,” Garnet said, looking at Zidane. “Is that a… a tail?”
Zidane gripped his tail and held it out. “Yeah, it’s a Genome thing.”
“Genomes? Is that a foreign race? I knew they existed, but I’ve never seen one myself, before.”
Zidane shrugged. “We’re an off-shoot from the Miqo’te. Happened a few centuries ago during the Gaia Crisis, the aether of the world went all wonky or something, and the Miqo’te got split into the Mithra for the females and the Genomes for the males, and…” Zidane noticed Garnet’s blank stare. “And you have no clue what I’m talking about.”
Garnet shook her head. “I’m sorry, but I’ve never heard of any of the races you mentioned.”
“Right. Short version then; yup, I have a tail.” Zidane grinned. “Wanna touch it?”
“Um…” Garnet looked at the tail being held out to her, and Cloud thought her saw her hand move a bit. “Perhaps later.”
Cloud heard footsteps and turned his head. The curtain to the hut was pulled aside and Serah peaked her head in. “The Mystic wants to see you. Come with me, please.”
Garnet gestured her head forward. The four at the table stood and the group filed out, Serah turning to lead them.
Cloud squinted as he emerged from the hut. When his eyes adjusted he looked around. More huts lay around them, built from wood and what seemed to be pieces of scrap. As Serah navigated between them, Cloud noticed most of the scrap looked like ship parts. More inhabitants of the village were going about their own business, some glanced at them, others stopped and stared, whispering to each other.
It was Zidane who said it first. “Uh, anyone else notice something weird about everyone?” he whispered.
Riku nodded. “It’s all women.”
Everyone they passed was a young woman. Some wore damaged and dirty clothing, others had on skirts and tops seemingly made from plant matter. Cloud looked carefully to make sure, but he didn’t see any children, any older women, or any men in the crowds.
Cloud looked beyond the village. A jungle rose behind the rows of huts, and above the treeline ahead a mountain could be seen. Cloud lowered his head and saw where Serah was taking them. Ahead was a large, circular hut, built at the base of a cliff or part of the mountain. A woman that Cloud presumed was a guard stood at the curtain entrance. Her clothing had strips of wood and metal covering her hips, and she held what seemed to be a sword made from scrap pieces. Cloud noticed she had the same pink hair as Serah.
Serah stopped at the curtain and gestured a hand behind her. “The new refugees, as the Mystic requested.”
The guard nodded. “I’ll take them from here.”
Serah nodded and turned to leave. Cloud saw her flash a smile at Hope as she passed, and then she was in the village. The guard pulled the curtain open and led the six into the hut.
Torches in small braziers lined the edges of the hut, casting flickering light over it. More salvaged furniture, including an old fridge and a bookshelf with books in various states of condition. A long table lay in the middle of the room, several chairs on the near side of it.
The guard stopped by the table and bowed her head. “The refugees, Mystic.”
The six stopped, and Cloud looked at the Mystic sitting on the far side of the table. Her form was concealed beneath dirty white robes and a hood. Her lower face was visible, but semi-transparent fabric concealed her eyes and nose.
“Thank you, Lightning.” Her voice was soft, and Cloud surmised the Mystic was no older or younger than any of the other women they’d seen so far. The Mystic lifted a hand and swept it over the table. “My guests, please, sit. I am sure some of you are still weary from your ordeal.”
Sora was the first to pull a chair out and sit down, and soon the rest followed suit. Cloud subtly tried to lean closer to see if he could make out more of the Mystic under her hood, but the light was too low.
Lightning moved to stand next to the Mystic as she continued. “I welcome you six to our island, and our village. May I know your names?”
“Sora.” Sora pointed over the table. “That’s Cloud, my cousin.”
“Riku.”
“Hope, I’m his little brother.”
“Zack.”
“Zidane.”
The Mystic turned her head to look at each of them in turn as they said their name, stopping on Cloud when he said nothing. Cloud thought she lingered on him a bit longer than the others, but then she turned away before he could confirm it.
“I suppose the most pressing matters on your minds should be addressed first. I am afraid you are stranded here. Our guardian Goddess has long protected our island with storms and whirlpools. I would wager you strayed too close to one while on your vessel and were lost. Your ship is gone. Some of your belongings washed onto the island with you, we will see them returned to you shortly.”
“Second, though you are stranded, you are welcome in our village. Though we are isolated from the outside world, with our Goddess’ blessings we want to little, and are happy to welcome you into the tribe. You may not be able to return home, but we will do our best to accommodate you and see that you live good lives here.”
“Hang on a sec,” Zidane spoke up, leaning forward. “We’re stuck here? We can’t leave?”
The Mystic shook her head. “If you could, I would certainly allow it. But long has our tribe lived here in isolation. The storms and whirlpools keep outsiders away, and our Goddess ensures none of your modern technologies can find our island. Many have been unfortunate enough to come here before you, and none have found rescue yet.” The Mystic bowed her head and clasped her hands. “You have my sincere apologies, I know the loss of your former lives will be a difficult one to bear. I will pray to the Goddess for your comfort, that your grief will pass in short time.”
Cloud sat back, stunned. The realization began to sink in. “We had all just graduated college. We were just going on a vacation…”
“Your tribe has lived here for a long time?” Riku asked. “How long? What Goddess do you worship that she keeps you here?”
“It is a long and ancient tale, passed down my bloodline.” The Mystic reached to one of her fingers and withdrew a small bronze ring, and set it on the table. A pale green stone with the image of a shield carved on it lay in the setting. “It was many centuries ago, perhaps a thousand years or even more. We have lost track. Our tribe lived at the base of the dormant volcano you now behold outside. At the time, we were at war with a great enemy to the east.”
“Our men marched to war, and we, their wives and their daughters, were left behind. Alas, our enemy was too powerful. Our army was slain to the last, and the enemy began to march on our home. With no other option, we took up what few arms were left to us, and evacuated our elderly and our children, in the hopes they would escape. We women remained in the city to fight and buy them time. We knew we would not survive, we were outmatched in every way. Our city would be sacked, our altars and temples defiled, and their soldiers would take their pleasure from us until they killed us or took us as slaves.”
The Mystic reached out to run a finger along the green stone in her ring. “My ancestor, the first Mystic, was the priestess of the temple dedicated to our guardian Goddess, our chief deity. As the enemy army came into view of our village, she went into the caverns of the volcano to where our temple lay, and prayed to the Goddess for our salvation. She prayed that we might be spared the wrath of our enemies, and the Goddess answered her. A great bolt of lightning split the sky, and a chasm ripped the land apart. Our village and the volcano drifted out into the ocean, and in its wake the Goddess created great storms and whirlpools to destroy the enemy vessels that pursued us.”
The Mystic took her ring back and slipped it over her finger. “That was many years ago. We have lived on this island ever since, isolated from the outside world. Yet, we are aware of much that happens beyond the ocean. As happened to you, ships are destroyed by our Goddess’ defenses, and even some flying machines have crashed here. We have many items salvaged from them, as I’m sure you can see. Though we cannot leave the island, few of us want to. So long have we been isolated, the modern world frightens us and we could not adapt to such a world. We are happy here. Food is plentiful and life is peaceful. Such is our Goddess’ mercy.”
“You’ve lived on this island for centuries?” Sora asked. “But, you said it was all women when the island split off. How did the tribe survive so long?”
“As I said, you are not the first to come here. Other survivors have found refuge in our village, many of them male. We are fortunate when this happens, that they may contribute to our tribe’s longevity.” The Mystic smiled, and Cloud thought she was embarrassed. “I admit, many of us have whispered that this is a great bounty the Goddess has delivered to us, that all six of you survived.”
Cloud saw his friends share looks of disbelief. Zack lifted his hands to table and drummed his fingers. “Now… when you say male survivors help the tribe’s longevity…”
The Mystic tilted her head slightly. “Has the outside world’s technology progressed so much that childbirth no longer requires men?”
Zack cleared his throat. “So… you’d be wanting us to help you with that?”
“Naturally. Every child you could give us would help ensure our tribe’s legacy will endure.”
“So, to get this straight.” Zidane propped an elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand. “You need us to boink as many of your women as we can?”
The Mystic lifted a hand to her mouth and gave a small giggle. “Is that what the outside world calls the act of sex now? If so, I suppose the answer is yes. We would be happy to shelter you here all your lives. Your contributions to the tribe are invaluable, as I’m sure you could understand.” She frowned. “Although, we know the outside world attaches many stigmas to parenthood and pregnancy. If you do not wish to partake, as a group or individuals, it is your choice, we shall not force you.”
Cloud turned his head. Zack made a big show of sighing and shaking his head. “Well, if making love to every woman here is the sacrifice we must make, I shall stomach it.”
The Mystic raised a hand. “Ah, I made no such statement, you are masters of your own bodies as are we, if you do not want to—”
“He’s just being horny,” Riku cut in. “Joking aside, can we think it over?”
“Of course, of course.” The Mystic nodded. “The initiation to the tribe will take place tonight. We shall have a guide show you around the village and explain our ways to you. Then you may then make your decision at the initiation, or before then. We will also see you are fed, of course. A single meal is not much to spare even if you do not join the tribe. And there is the matter of your belongings to return.”
The Mystic fell silent, and the six men looked at each other. Hope stood up and bowed. “We have a lot to think about, then. Thank you for seeing us and explaining all of this.”
“You are welcome.” The Mystic bowed her head. “Lightning, please see them out and take them to get something to eat. Then fetch Kairi to show them the village.”
“As you command.” Lightning gestured the group forward and headed to the curtain. The other five stood up, but Cloud stayed sitting.
“I have some questions,” he said.
The Mystic nodded. “I understand, this is much to take in at once. However, I am afraid I cannot oblige you. I must go and begin my prayers and meditation for tonight’s initiation. Kairi will answer any questions you may have, if you go with your friends.”
“…Okay.” Cloud stood and followed the others out under Lightning’s suspicious gaze. He took a glance back at the Mystic before the curtain fell to obscure his view.
Something about all this didn’t feel right.
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