Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ During Crisis ❯ One: Underneath the Rotting Pizza.... ( Chapter 1 )

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 DURING CRISIS 
 
    Chapter One:
Underneath The Rotting Pizza- Cloud Strife and Fuyuzora Aine 
 
    Disclaimer: I
do own the characters of  FFVII nor the world they live in, nor
the original plot of the games.  I do own the original characters.
I also do not own some of the title names of the chapters as they are
the track names listed in FFVII OST. 
 
 The original characters creations belong to me. if you’d like to
use them please ask. But don’t use them without asking first, thank
you.. 
 
    Warnings:
Original Character Warnings, Major plot changes warning. This is
essentially a rewrite of sorts ( this is different from my other
rewrites.) LOTS OF CURSING, Sexual situations ( no lemons as I have no
clue how to entirely right one) plus I make allot of parts allot
darker.  I’m not writing every scene from the game, I’m trying to
work out which ones I can write and cut out. 
 
    I think Cloud may be extremely Out of Character, but
I always seem to think that, and am usually proven wrong.  I can’t
write Barret well period. His grammer hurts me mind. * Dies* 
 
    Rating for
large amounts of cussing, violence, themes that occur throughout FF7,
and sexual themes/scenes. 
 
    Pairings:
Reno/OC, Tifa/Cloud/Aerith, Vincent/OC, Cid/Shera, 
 
    Flamers: Flame
me all you want, I don't care. I don't appreciate flames as I try to
write to the best of my abality and work things out to the point that
I'm almost paranoid with details. I do appreciate constructive
critisim, and constructive or even inquistive questions. I don't mind
questiions about things at all or being told something is confusing.
But I don't like straight up rudeness. So Please no flames ^^. 
 
    Side Note:
This chapter actually consists of two parts, due to the fact that it was
originally all together, and was more then 15 pages before it was
finished( it was actually nineteen pages togethor when finshed). At a
friend’s suggestion I split it into two chapters. I consider both to be
chapter one. This is the first part. 
Also with this so story I'm trying some differant formating styles,
mostly which includes putting space between paragraphs so in my opinion
it will make it easier to read for you readers. 
  
    P.O.V Warnings:
The P.O.V will switch between Cloud and the main OC.   
 
 
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    His heavy boots made loud sounds as they hit the
pavement beside the train, the heavy sword whose hilt he clenched
scrapping the pavement deeply. His long blonde bangs fell into a pale
but somewhat pointed face hiding his face showing only that he was a
very serious young man. He  suddenly straightened  his back
and standing up to his full height, mako blue eyes blazing in his face
as he glanced around the station.  He tightened his gloved hand
around the hilt swinging it upwards to rest almost gently on his
muscular shoulder. 
 
    A  large dark skinned man glared down at him
just a head, his dark eyes glaring with some unknown feeling towards
the young man. The blonde swordsman hardly even acknowledged the glare.
He could care less what this man felt for him, he had a job to do and
that was all he cared about. That and getting that said job done
quickly, before  trouble and complications came. 
 
    “ Ex-SOLDIER  huh?” There was disgust around
the way the man’s mouthed  formed the way Ex-Soldier, but a man
leading an anti Shinra movement certainly would have no love for 
one of the special  military forces the company owned. “  I
don’care what you are. Get moving !!” 
 
    It clearly caused the larger man a great source of
anger that the blonde barely acknowledged his presence, his anger or
his disgust for Shinra. but again he didn’t care as long as he got
paid. He wasn’t ready to put his whole heart and feeling into this or
anything. He was just here because she had asked him wasn’t
he?Well...he did need the money. 
 
    He followed the dark skinned man when he ran off and
went up the stairs.  Strangely enough for such a large man he
seemed to suddenly be nowhere in sight once the blonde had reached the
next area, that would lead to the main part of the reactor. There were
three people gathered by  a nearby door that was probably locked
by a code. Two were male, one tall and one rather ‘chubby'  , and
the third was a female working on the code.  The two males turned
to him and seemed to smile at him in a good natured way. 
 
    “ Hey your that Ex-SOLDIER that just joined right?”
The taller of the two said with an easy going smile that was probably
meant to make him relax. He was about to say something along the lines
of he hadn’t exactly joined this group when the female said something
intelligent. 
    “ SOLDIER? Aren't they with Shinra? Aren't they the
Enemy?”  She asked never once looking up from her work, her dark
eyes serious,  long brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail
to keep it out of her way. He was fairly sure her name was Jessie or
something along those lines. The other to were Biggs and Wedge. 
 
    “ Nah! You got it all wrong Jessie. He quit SOLDIER
and now he’s one of us!” One said cheerfully, it was either Biggs or
Wedge, he hadn’t gotten the names straight yet.  The 
woman  looked up, a highly critical and doubtful look in her eye.
She was probably the brains behind most of their operations, and
probably the maker of the bomb they were going to use to destroy the
reactor. He made a mental note to keep an eye out for her. 
 
    “ Speaking of which you got a name Ex-SOLDIER?” One
of the males asked and he gave a mere shrug  to the question. " 
 
    “ It’s Cloud. Cloud Strife.” 
 
    “ Well Cloud, it’s nice to meet you.” The chubby of
the male members held out a hand,  he thought  the man’s name
might have been Wedge.  “ I’m Wedge and he’s...” 
 
    “ Look.” He rolled his mako blue eyes, their 
strange mako glow giving off a sense of creepiness in the dimly lit
reactor. “ I could care less what your  names are, I just want to
get this finished quickly. “ 
 
    “ HEY!!!!” The  large man yelled running up to
the group. “ What have I told you three about staying in a group.
SCATTER!! NOW!!” The the two men jumped like puppies doing something
wrong, while the young woman nodded her head solemnly as the door 
creaked open .  Cloud watched indifferently as they ran at
differanting speeds deeper into the reactor, Jessie taking the
lead.  She was defiantly the brains of the group. 
 
    “ Ex-SOLDIER huh?”  The man nearly sneered, and
he was  highly tempted to point out that the larger man had said
the same  thing a few minutes ago. “ Well don’t  fuckin'’
stand there! GET MOVING!!”  He shouted. He turned on his large
feet and stomped off  into the reactor. 
 
    The swordsman raised his slightly pointed face in
the direction of the reactor, his blue eyes locking on the ominous
shape in the background. He shook his head and brushed his  spiky
strands back before moving his  feet into a steady run towards the
reactor.   
 
    A thought occurred to him as he ran on the plank
towards the reactor and glanced at Wedge  who had taken up a
position by the escape hatch. The wide man waved and gave  Cloud a
more cheerful smile then he’d thought people living oppressed
underneath the Shinra would be capable of giving. 
 
    “Don’t  worry  about a thing Cloud! I’ll
secure the escape route, just blow this thing sky high!” Wedge then
began to whistle cheerfully.  He guessed in the oppressed world of
the slums, you had to make do with what happiness you could create
instead of wallowing in the constant gloom that came from living under
the plate. He shook his head in silent wonder at such a thing before
running to catch up with the rest of the members. 
 
    He was greeted instantly with a hard glare from
their leader. He shrugged with the same indifference he had shown since
the start of the mission.  He was asked a question and he answered
again with the calm roll of his shoulder muscles, earning him another
fierce glare. This large man had no patience to speak of. 
 
    “ THAT’S IT!!” he roared in a way they would have
made a weaker man clutch his ears, but Cloud stared at him levelly. “
Your comin'’with me!!!”   
 
    “ Barret correct?”  He asked, knowing he’d been
told the leader’s name at some point, but hadn’t bothered to remember
it. But if he were to finish this job working beside and fighting
beside this man, he might as well know his name.. The answering growl
he received meant yes, at least he thought so. The two men gave
disapproving glares at each other as they moved to  take an
elevator down into the core of the reactor. 
 
    He made a mental note, as they gunman fought their
way through the simple enemies towards the core where Jessie stood. It
seemed strange that she hadn’t moved from the spot she was resting at.
He wondered if she stayed there to oversee the setting of her bomb. He
knew better then to ask Barret.  The large man walked ahead of him
on the catwalk as they finally reached  the location of where the
bomb needed to be set. He expected him to set it, but instead he 
glanced back at Cloud. 
 
    “ You do it.”  Cloud raised his blonde eyebrows
at the dark skinned man, the perfect image of surprise. 
 
    “ Don’t you want to do that? I mean you don’t trust
me that much do you?”  How the hell could Barret trust him? All
the leader of AVALANCHE had to go one was her word. He didn’t doubt that the
leader trusted her, but that didn’t mean that trust should have been
put on her childhood friend to. 
 
    “ Shad up! I got ta’make sure you don’t  pull
nothin'.”  Barret crossed his huge muscular arms and stood to the
side, looking grumpy.  Cloud was about to shrug in answer when a
sudden jolt shot through him. 
 
    Remember! This isn’t
just a Mako Reactor! 
 
    “ HEY!!”  The roar  knocked him back to
his  sense, and he shook his head, thick blonde locks falling into
his face. The young man forced the feeling out of his head and quickly
completed his task. 
 
    “ Watch out! Here comes the security Bots!!!” 
Cloud unsheathed his sword at Barret’s words while his ‘partner’
readied the gun attached to his arm. 
 
    “ Stay on your guard.” 
 
    “ Your spiky ass is tellin' ME THAT!?!”  The
man yelled as a large red robot came into the two men’s view. If he had
to compare it to any real creature, it would probably be something like
a scorpion. The small man drew the large steel sword from his back,
reading the blade in front of him as Barret readied the gun arm
attached to his limb.  When they finished this robot off, they
would have to run fast as the time bomb wouldn’t give that much time
for their escape. 
 
 
 
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    Mentally cursing the person your working for
probably wasn’t the best idea, however considering the fact that he was
currently cursing Barret in his mind probably wasn’t the worst of ideas
either. He was lost, in Sector Eight, well not entirely lost...He just
wasn’t sure where the damn train station was that he needed to meet up
with the other four members of AVALANCHE. He was also probally late.
Barret seemed like the kind of person who over reacted to...a
little...late coming. 
 
    Cloud shrugged, knowing better then to ask the
people hurrying for directions. In a place like this he was more like
to be glared at,cursed at or snarled at. But a lot of places in the
slums were like that, it was just the way the lower plate was. He could
hardly blame the people for being so...angry with the way they lived.
Not that he cared or anything like that.  His eyes suddenly rested
on the figure of a young woman, who couldn’t be much older then him. 
 
    His glowing blue eyes locked on her, taking in the
woman’s strangely cheerful disposition. Her long brown hair was pulled
into a unique and complicated mixture of a ponytail and braid, long
bangs falling into a pale and delicate face. Strongand intense emerald
green eyes peered out under long lashes. He had to step back at the
strange pull this woman seemed to have towards him. Ona normal day, he
never have noticed her, today wasn't normal. He couldn’t help but move
towards her as a passing person bumped into sharply, not once stopping
to see if the girl he’d knocked over was okay. 
 
    She winced slightly as she pushed herself into a
sitting position and picked up the brown basket that had been knocked
over when she fell, the  light colored flowers  that had
filled it scattered across the filthy ground of the slum. People just
walked past her, some even stepping and trampling the woman’s flowers.
Cloud wasn’t sure what kept pulling him closer, but eventual he just
allowed himself to be pulled. He stepped over to her and knelt down
beside the petite brown haired girl. 
 
    “ Hey...uh..are you okay?” He asked slowly, not sure
how to approach this beautiful stranger.  Intense emerald looked
up at him surprised, and a gentle smile crossed her face as she looked
at him. 
 
    “ Yes. Thank you.”  She accepted the kindness
he showed with gratitude. He’d thought  Tifa was the only one in
the slums that could show that much cheerfulness and just general
happiness towards others. “Do you know what just happened? There seems
to be a lot of commotion.” 
 
    “ Hey..umm..listen.” It was a hard thing to shift
your weight uncomfortably when you were kneeling on the ground, but
Cloud managed to do with out surprisingly knocking himself over
completely. “ This area is probably going to get really dangerous soon.
You should get out of here or you’ll get hurt.” 
 
    “ Ah.” She nodded silently, her thick braid of hair
falling over her shoulder, which was cover by a short red jacket. The
rest of her slim form covered in a long light pink dress. 
 
“ I need to collect my flowers quickly then.”  He wasn’t sure she
was even talking to him, but none the less, he carefully picked some of
the flowers up and placed them in her basket.He handed her the basket
once they had finished collecting all of her flowers.  He was now
completely prepared to turn and leave the area as quickly as possible. 
 
    “ Excuse me...”  The young flower girl’s voice
stopped him mid turn. He looked at her and found she was folding out a
sun colored flower to him. “ Please take it as a thanks for helping me.
“ 
 
    All he could do was take the flower and start moving
at a fast walk. He needed to leave the area, not  look suspicious
and not do anything more...unlike him today. Hopefully he hadn’t missed
the train.  He’d almost reaching the edge of the area and nearing
the train station when a small warm body collided with him. 
 
 
 
 
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    He  really hated dealing with idiots, it was
the worst part about doing these out of sector jobs for that crazy old
guy. Sure it paid well, when the ignorant fools they did the jobs for
actually bothered to pay. More often or not the young mechanic was
stuck dealing with disgusting and grimy fools who had no idea how to
take  care of their cars or bikes. He was currently stuck dealing
with one such fool. 
 
    The fool was grimy, large, gruff and he looked to
have a large muscular build. For having lived in the slums of Midgar
for a while, the boy  had a strange obsession with cleanliness
that not many people he’d met did. It probably came from being born and
raised in a place like Wutai till about the age of ten, something four
years of living in Midgar hadn’t altered yet. He liked the people
around him being clean, being clean meant a happier and usually easier
person to deal with.  This person was down right filthy. He could
literally see and smell the grime and filth coating the  man’s
skin. It was complete....grossness. 
 
    The fifteen year old boy shuddered at the filth,
knowing that his dark blue tank top and faded brown shorts weren't in
the best of condition. But at least he was CLEAN. Finally he raised his head
to meet the customers tiny glaring eyes. The glare meant nothing to the
wutainese boy,  something clearly demonstrated by the calmness his
strange glowing blue gray eyes held. He shifted his weight so that the
dark blue boot like shoes he wore made soft scrapping sounds against
the pavement. 
 
    “ BOY!” Well at least the customer had gotten his
gender right...sort of. He knew it was hard to tell, at fifteen he had
a very feminine face, his slanted wutainese eyes and long feminine
lashes certainly didn’t help. He wasn’t broad shoulder or broad
chested, quite the opposite in fact. His shoulders were small and
rounded like a girl’s, and his body  frame could be considered
small and fragile appearing at the most. His lean arms and legs were
covered in hard muscle but still were soft and smooth like a woman’s.
In fact were it not for his flat chest, short hair, and boyish 
style he’d probably be called by this customer  a wench or some
such along those lines. He’d only heard woman refereed to as a heifer
in his home sector. 
 
     There were some very good reasons that he
looked the way he did, none that he really needed to think about in a
strange part of the city.  He shook his head, long thin midnight
black and sapphire blue strands fell into the middle of his lightly
tanned face, long  strands going one way, while several wayward
strands went the opposite way to the rest of his bangs. Long strands
fell past his right ear and framed his face around his chin and under
his eye. The fishnet  shirt that was actually a type of wutainese
chain mail slightly visible over his round shoulders and thin neck
underneath his tank top. 
 
    “ WHAT D’YOU SAY!?”The fool's roar brought his
attention back to him. He’d momentarily forgotten the fool was there,
now that the stench returned to his noise , he’d wondered how in
Leviathan’s name he’d done that. 
 
    “ I made myself perfectly damn clear.”  He
repeated keeping his unnaturally feminine voice  low not wanting
to  give THAT away. “ You
keep treating your stuff like shit and it’ll break again. Cost you more
money the more you break it.”    
 
    “ BRAT! I said I wanted you to fix it, not tell me
shit.”  He  glared out of blue gray eyes as a ham seized fist
seized a handful of his shirt andthe under-neath chain mail lifting him
into the air. He was lucky he worn that chain mail or otherwise the man
would have gotten hold of his bandages....and that REALLY would have been bad. 
 
    “ I did fix it.”  He rolled his eyes,
pretending that he didn’t care that his feet were dangling in mid
air..” I’m merely telling you that if you don’t treat the bike right,
it will fucking break again. If the break is worse it will cost you
more money.” 
 
    “ You know your awful fucking pretty for a boy.” The
man snarled into his face, and he winced at spit that landed on his
face. Absolute GROSSNESS. “
Bet you make a good whore boy over in the market.” 
 
    It wasn’t exactly a new insult. Pretty boys did
avoid Sector Six for a reason, but the woman still had it worse. He’d
gotten lucky, he had a good job and a damn good if not a little strange
care taker. But what the man was saying now had no effect on him. He
didn't care, because half the people who came to the Market did not
coming looking for undersized pretty boys to mess with. They came for
woman. 
 
    “ To scared to talk shit now eh...BRAT?!”  Now was the time he
shut his mouth and did not make the situation more difficult then it
already was. He’d never been really good at not making things
difficult, he was to iron willed and stubborn. There was always this
urge to say the most sarcastic and smart ass thing that came to his
mind. An urge he sadly by the age of fifteen probably should have been
able to resist. 
 
    “ Hardly. Your a fucking dumb ass who smells like
shit. Why should I waste my breath talking with a person whose smell
makes me want to vomit for the rest of my life?”  Yep, it was a
real pity he’d never learned how to resist that urge. Judging by the
flashing in the fool's tiny eyes, a world of unnecessary bruises was
about to be reintroduced to him.  Then he was thrown roughly,
flying through the area until he stopped. He  stopped because he
had collided with a  man’s body.  He  felt his 
muscles tighten when two strong hands suddenly gripped his small
shoulders. 
 
    The boy took a deep breath, and fixed his face into
an expression of boyish shyness,  then he looked up. Had he been
able to jump back he would have the moment his mako blue gray gaze was
locked into a sharp mako blue one. He took a deep breath, looking at
the young man that  he had collided with. The man was a swordsman
clearly marked by the large steel buster sword worn  across his
back, the fingers that gripped his shoulders were covered in worn brown
leather. He looked ahead into the man’s chest recognizing the SOLDIER
uniform he wore.  Long golden blonde strands fell into the man’s
sharp pointed face, his hair also sticking straight up at 
constant angles. 
 
    “ What did he do?”The swordsman's serious voice
floated over the wutain boy and most likely to the fool he had been
dealing with. 
 
    “ Uh ..nothing sir..”  Apparently the gruff man
was a little bit more docile when faced with a Shin-ra warrior,
especially one with a giant sword. “ Me and...the brat..just have some
differences. We were just settlin' them peacefully.” 
 
    “ I don’t consider throwing me as settling anything
peaceful.”  He really should learn to keep his mouth shut. “
Calling me a whore boy isn’t exactly peaceful either.” 
 
    The man’s eyes narrowed at him, his hand clenched
into a  hard fist, obviously meant for the boy. Sharp blue eyes
narrowed at him and the swordsaen calmly pushed the boy behind him and
placed one hard hand on the hilt of his sword. The gruff fool stepped
back not wanting to be cleaved in half. 
 
    “ That kid did nothing wrong. Leave him
alone.”  He said hand tightening on the hilt of his sword and his
muscles flexing in a manner that said he was about to unsheathe it. 
 
    “ Yeah...sure!” The large fool ran, falling over his
feet in fear in the process as he feld away  from the blonde
swordsman. 
 
    “ Dumb ass.” The wutain muttered darkly under his
breath, a glint of green caught his attention. This man had MATERIA, and from the look of it a
low level ice and lightning. The  boy bit his lip as the
temptation to steal the materia started, but in the end he shook his
head completely fighting off the urge. The blonde had helped him, so
he’d be nice and not steal his materia. What would he do with such low
level  materia anyway? 
 
    “ I take it your all right?”  The question
brought  him to the realization that the blonde was looking at him
eyes serious. 
 
    “ Yep. Just fine Mr. Spiky.”  He gave a
cheerful grin and placed his hands behind his head, to indicate that he
was perfectly fine and in appearance a completely average fifteen year
old boy.  As long as it didn’t occur to the SOLDIER that normal
fifteen year olds did not look as feminine as he did, have sapphire
streaks through their hair or glowing eyes, he was perfectly fine. The
man seemed like a good fighter but not as perceptive as some people. 
 
    “ Good. You should get out of here kid. There’s
trouble in the area.”   He regarded the  swordsman
quietly and nodded.  He turned to walk away, but glanced back with
a grin. 
 
    “ Thanks for the helping me out Mr. Spiky.”He waved
back to him before running away . “ Matta ne.”   
 
    “ Strange Kid....” The swordsman’s  voice
floated after him as fled, no sound coming from his movements.. 
 
 
 
 
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    The swordsman woke up, looking around him sharply
and suddenly. His eyes met hardly familiar walls and room accessories.
It took him several minutes before he remembered that he was  in
the basement of Tifa’s Seventh Heaven. He reached for the hilt of his
sword beside his bed and relazed instantly. 
 
    Cloud had barely pushed himself into a sitting
position  when a familer roar could be heard  upstairs.
Barret was already awake and cranky. He was probably growling at
everybody in sight, making him very glad he hadn’t gone to the bar yet.
He swung his legs out of bed and placed them on the ground
carefully.  He felt a bit out of place as he tried to get his
bearings straight. Last night he’d returned to Seventh heaven with
AVALANCHE, gotten into a argument with Barret, and. . . that promise.
He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten that promise with Tifa, she probably
thought he was such a jerk. But...He was confused..he though
he...'d  kept his..promise. Hadn’t he? 
 
    “ CLOUD!! GET YOUR SPIKY ASS UP HERE!!” 
Barret’s yell shook his door and he winced. Well no point thinking to
hard about anything now, or he’d be distracted on the job today. He
pushed himself off the bed, putting his full weight on to his legs and
feet. He lifted his sword swinging it into it's usual resting position.
He  cautiously left his room half expecting Barret to shoot him
for having the gall to sleep a few minutes longer then everybody else.
When he fond the cost clea , he walked over to the strange elevator. 
 
    “ Good Morning Cloud.” A cheerful and sweet voice
greeted him from the direction of the bar. He glanced over to meet his
childhood friend's warm wine colored eyes, her long black hair pulled
back in it’s usual style. He nodded to her and the small girl she was
talking to. He paused in his stride towards her as he realized it was
not Tifa that was behind the counter of the bar but the young girl. Her
shoulder length tree brown hair brushed into a nice style and she wore
a similar pink dress to the night before.  “Did you sleep well?” 
 
    “ Yeah..” He shrugged, rolling his shoulders lightly
to rid his body of the any muscle soreness he may have attained from
sleeping.   At least I was until this nightmare yell woke me
up.” He said slight sarcasm in his normally serious voice. A low
growl  came from the corner, he knew instantly that the source was
Barret. 
 
    “ Shhh! “ Tifa‘s eyes crinkled in amusement but she
held a finger to her lips anyway. “Keep it down Cloud. He’s always a
little edgy before a mission, and by a little I mean a lot.” 
 
    “ Why am I not suprised?” He asked looking over at
the older men, who was twitching from a combination of edginess and
crankiness. “Is his kid? Mixing drinks? 
” 
    “ Yes, yes she is. I’m going this time, so Marlene
is going to watch the store while we’re gone.” 
    “ She’s how old?” 
 
    “ Hmm...Four  I think...”  Tifa said
gesturing for  him to keep his voice down, and all he did after
that was shake his head and wonder about strange kids. First a weird
mechanic with blue streaks, and now a four year old that mixed
drinks.  He was beginning to wonder if he attracted strange kids
or something, at least that flower girl he’d run into hadn’t seemed that weird. Tifa had
 even liked the flower he gotten from her. 
 
     “ Where's the mission?” He asked directing his
attention to the current task, removing all thoughts about strange kids
from his mind. 
 
    “  Sector Five reactor.”  The man’s voice
echoed in Cloud’s ear as he made his presence known.  The blonde
stared for a few brief seconds, wandering how he gotten over to them so
quietly. First impressions could be wrong, Barret had just proved if he
wanted to be quiet he could be. “I’ll fill you in on the train. So head
there first. “ 
 
    “Hey..er..um...Cloud...”Blue eyes looked up into the
dark skinned man’s face, suprised to hear him actually address him by
his name “I’ve never used materia. Since you have tell me how and I’ll
give you that one we found at the reactor?” 
 
    “ It’s kind of complicated.” He said scratching his
head,when in truth he didn’t want to admit that while he did know how
to use it, he wasn’t exactly good at it. 
 
    “SHIT! This what makes  you SOLDIER guys so
damn tough!?! Forget IT! I’ll
ask Jessie again later.” he growl and followed up his sentence with a
large litany of curses. “Lets quit wastin' time here and git going.” 
 
    “ Marlene take care! We’re leaving.” Tifa called and
looked back at the girl with a smile who waved to the three AVALANCHE
members  and wished them luck. Cloud felt like he needed luck, and
a lot of it, maybe if he had luck strange things would quit happening
to him. 
 
    He strongly doubted luck would help anyway, it had
never seemed to like him much for some reason. 
 
 
 
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Japanese words: 
 
Matta ne- See you later.  
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