Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Fortune Foretold ❯ Staying Alive in Sector 5 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Remorseless 
Disclaimer: SquareSoft owns FF7.
Remorseless does not.
I wish I did though...
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.23.2005 | Updated On: 01.23.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 926 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: SquareSoft owns FF7.
Remorseless does not.
I wish I did though...
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.23.2005 | Updated On: 01.23.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 926 | Status: Work In Progress
The Planet was a world of contrasts, to say the very least. The western town of Wutai harkened back to its glorious past. Small villages such as Kalm provided a simpler way of life for those who wanted. But, even after Meteor had fallen and the Lifestream had saved the world, Midgar was still the place to be for any number of people who wanted to make their fortunes.
Skills of all types were welcomed in all eight sectors of the massive metropolis. Artisans of all types hawked their new or old-age wares in markets, while the more intellectual worked in any number of the businesses in the city. Midgar was flourishing, something that no one could have seen for it when it was being ravaged by Diamond WEAPON and Meteor.
Everything was going great. Well, with a few exceptions.
Would you be surprised to know that one of those exceptions was the man who led the party who saved the Planet?
Yes?
Well, don’t be…
An alarm sounded in a small house in the Sector 5 Slums. The area had retained the slum title, but that was more out of tradition and comparison than anything else now. The homes in the “slums” could be favorably compared to the small domiciles citizens of Kalm or Nibelheim owned..
“Gah,” the sleeping figure said, arm extending out to hit the snooze alarm. “Is it really 7:00 AM already?”
Even in the dim light of the room, an onlooker would have known who the figure was immediately. The blonde, spiky hair gave him away. This was Cloud Strife, wielder of the Ultima Weapon. Vanquisher of Sephiroth.
Unfortunately for Cloud, those titles didn’t mean much when there was no evil to vanquish. “Another day, another ten odd jobs,” he told himself as he rose, clad in his pajamas. He’d been so tired after the prior day’s activities that he’d promptly passed out upon his return.
The bathroom was his next destination. He groaned audibly as he ran a hand through his hair, a tangled mess of hairspray and objects he didn’t even want to ATTEMPT to identify. Wordlessly, he turned on the shower, and entered. The water was way too hot, but he stoically endured it. He didn’t have much time to waste. Rent day was coming up soon.
He could have laughed at the absurdity of it all. Cloud Strife, former member of the ShinRa army, and man who helped save the Planet…reduced to whoring out his skills to make rent?
He shook his head as he squirted out a giant blob of shampoo into his hair, and began to work it into the scalp. It wasn’t like he had any other skills. Ever since Midgar had been rebuilt, steps had been taken to control the number of monsters roaming the countryside, so his main source of gil was gone.
In truth, his most valuable possessions were his sword, armor, and materia. If he ever wanted to sell them, he would be a wealthy man. But he couldn’t. The items all held too much value for him to do so. “Better to have to work,” he always told himself, “then to sell my memories to the highest bidder.”
As he turned the water off and reached for the nearest towel, he realized that things weren’t as bad as he was making them out to be. He was THE best bodyguard in Midgar, and could name his price when dealing with the upper class citizens. And he was experienced. He’d freelanced for a few years after his career with ShinRa went south, which was how he’d gotten involved with AVALANCHE and the Planet in the first place.
That was the other reason he’d stayed in Midgar. No one else seemed to want to. Yuffie had headed home to Wutai, presumably to filch materia off unsuspecting tourists. Cid had returned to Rocket Town, with a position in ShinRa’s newly reconstituted Space Division, no less.
“That reminds me,” he said, to no one in particular. “Reeve wanted me to come in to ShinRa HQ today. Something ‘bout a mission.”
Reeve, the man who had controlled the fortune telling machine known as Cait Sith, was now the leader of ShinRa, Inc., if only by default. Pretty much everyone else who could have was dead, most of them at Cloud’s own hand. Really not a major loss, Cloud knew. Besides, Reeve was really a gentle man, someone who cared about the city, and had headed the reconstruction effort.
“And did one hell of a job,” he added to himself. What Reeve had accomplished in a few short years seemed to defy all logic. But Midgar had been rebuilt and improved. Evidence of that would be all around him once he stepped outside.
For now, though, he headed back into his bedroom, and searched through his drawers for attire. Rather than his usual outfit, he decided on a pair of leather pants and a shirt. Dressing quickly, he equipped the Mystile (his favorite piece of armor), and checked to make sure his Materia were in place. Satisfied, he picked up the Ultima Weapon that rested on his dresser, and headed down the stairs.
He laughed slightly. Anyone coming into the house would seriously doubt if anyone actually lived there. A small table and a chair provided the “furniture”. There was no refrigerator, no oven, and no microwave. The only food in the entire house was a box of doughnuts. Cloud took a chocolate one in his free hand, and walked out the front door.
The Sector 5 Slums had indeed changed a lot. Small homes replaced the run-down trailers that had once populated the area, and grass had begun to grow where only dirt and asphalt once were. In short, it was a much nicer place to live now…but it still paled in comparison to the city above. As absurd as it was, he’d never been there before he resumed his mercenary career.
Well, he’d been there once or twice, he reminded himself. During the Mako Reactor attacks. It was where he had seen…her for the first time.
All of his memories WERE here. His memories of everything. Of facing down Rufus ShinRa. Of discovering that Sephiroth was on the loose. And on a happier note, his memories of Aeris.
He looked over his shoulder, towards the path that would lead him to Aeris’ former house. No one lived there now, as Elmyra had taken Marlene to Kalm. Barrett now lived there too, as the odd pair raised Marlene together.
“Wonder how they’re doing,” he said, in almost a whisper. It had been a long time since he’d been out of the city of Midgar.
Cloud couldn’t worry about that now, though. He had work to do. What exactly it would BE, he didn’t know.
But even now there were always odd jobs that needed to be done. Things upper class citizens didn’t want to soil themselves with.
As he began to walk towards the new Sector 5 Train Station, he figured that today would be a day like any other.
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
Because, after all, he hadn’t expected to get caught up in a struggle to save the world he lived in the day he agreed to work a mission with AVALANCHE.
As Cloud Strife would soon find out, some days, it DID pay to get up in the morning.
END CHAPTER ONE.
Author’s Notes:
Well, this is the beginning. Always wanted to write fan fiction, and was finally driven to by the general lack of Cloud/Aeris fics. Sure, this could be because she died in the game ( L ), but that’s what AU’s for!
Since this IS Porn WITH Plot, it’ll take a while to get to all the sex, but hopefully I can keep you all entertained with a good story until then.
Reviews of all sorts appreciated…unless they’re flaming the (eventual) pairing. In which case, save us both effort and don’t bother. J
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Skills of all types were welcomed in all eight sectors of the massive metropolis. Artisans of all types hawked their new or old-age wares in markets, while the more intellectual worked in any number of the businesses in the city. Midgar was flourishing, something that no one could have seen for it when it was being ravaged by Diamond WEAPON and Meteor.
Everything was going great. Well, with a few exceptions.
Would you be surprised to know that one of those exceptions was the man who led the party who saved the Planet?
Yes?
Well, don’t be…
An alarm sounded in a small house in the Sector 5 Slums. The area had retained the slum title, but that was more out of tradition and comparison than anything else now. The homes in the “slums” could be favorably compared to the small domiciles citizens of Kalm or Nibelheim owned..
“Gah,” the sleeping figure said, arm extending out to hit the snooze alarm. “Is it really 7:00 AM already?”
Even in the dim light of the room, an onlooker would have known who the figure was immediately. The blonde, spiky hair gave him away. This was Cloud Strife, wielder of the Ultima Weapon. Vanquisher of Sephiroth.
Unfortunately for Cloud, those titles didn’t mean much when there was no evil to vanquish. “Another day, another ten odd jobs,” he told himself as he rose, clad in his pajamas. He’d been so tired after the prior day’s activities that he’d promptly passed out upon his return.
The bathroom was his next destination. He groaned audibly as he ran a hand through his hair, a tangled mess of hairspray and objects he didn’t even want to ATTEMPT to identify. Wordlessly, he turned on the shower, and entered. The water was way too hot, but he stoically endured it. He didn’t have much time to waste. Rent day was coming up soon.
He could have laughed at the absurdity of it all. Cloud Strife, former member of the ShinRa army, and man who helped save the Planet…reduced to whoring out his skills to make rent?
He shook his head as he squirted out a giant blob of shampoo into his hair, and began to work it into the scalp. It wasn’t like he had any other skills. Ever since Midgar had been rebuilt, steps had been taken to control the number of monsters roaming the countryside, so his main source of gil was gone.
In truth, his most valuable possessions were his sword, armor, and materia. If he ever wanted to sell them, he would be a wealthy man. But he couldn’t. The items all held too much value for him to do so. “Better to have to work,” he always told himself, “then to sell my memories to the highest bidder.”
As he turned the water off and reached for the nearest towel, he realized that things weren’t as bad as he was making them out to be. He was THE best bodyguard in Midgar, and could name his price when dealing with the upper class citizens. And he was experienced. He’d freelanced for a few years after his career with ShinRa went south, which was how he’d gotten involved with AVALANCHE and the Planet in the first place.
That was the other reason he’d stayed in Midgar. No one else seemed to want to. Yuffie had headed home to Wutai, presumably to filch materia off unsuspecting tourists. Cid had returned to Rocket Town, with a position in ShinRa’s newly reconstituted Space Division, no less.
“That reminds me,” he said, to no one in particular. “Reeve wanted me to come in to ShinRa HQ today. Something ‘bout a mission.”
Reeve, the man who had controlled the fortune telling machine known as Cait Sith, was now the leader of ShinRa, Inc., if only by default. Pretty much everyone else who could have was dead, most of them at Cloud’s own hand. Really not a major loss, Cloud knew. Besides, Reeve was really a gentle man, someone who cared about the city, and had headed the reconstruction effort.
“And did one hell of a job,” he added to himself. What Reeve had accomplished in a few short years seemed to defy all logic. But Midgar had been rebuilt and improved. Evidence of that would be all around him once he stepped outside.
For now, though, he headed back into his bedroom, and searched through his drawers for attire. Rather than his usual outfit, he decided on a pair of leather pants and a shirt. Dressing quickly, he equipped the Mystile (his favorite piece of armor), and checked to make sure his Materia were in place. Satisfied, he picked up the Ultima Weapon that rested on his dresser, and headed down the stairs.
He laughed slightly. Anyone coming into the house would seriously doubt if anyone actually lived there. A small table and a chair provided the “furniture”. There was no refrigerator, no oven, and no microwave. The only food in the entire house was a box of doughnuts. Cloud took a chocolate one in his free hand, and walked out the front door.
The Sector 5 Slums had indeed changed a lot. Small homes replaced the run-down trailers that had once populated the area, and grass had begun to grow where only dirt and asphalt once were. In short, it was a much nicer place to live now…but it still paled in comparison to the city above. As absurd as it was, he’d never been there before he resumed his mercenary career.
Well, he’d been there once or twice, he reminded himself. During the Mako Reactor attacks. It was where he had seen…her for the first time.
All of his memories WERE here. His memories of everything. Of facing down Rufus ShinRa. Of discovering that Sephiroth was on the loose. And on a happier note, his memories of Aeris.
He looked over his shoulder, towards the path that would lead him to Aeris’ former house. No one lived there now, as Elmyra had taken Marlene to Kalm. Barrett now lived there too, as the odd pair raised Marlene together.
“Wonder how they’re doing,” he said, in almost a whisper. It had been a long time since he’d been out of the city of Midgar.
Cloud couldn’t worry about that now, though. He had work to do. What exactly it would BE, he didn’t know.
But even now there were always odd jobs that needed to be done. Things upper class citizens didn’t want to soil themselves with.
As he began to walk towards the new Sector 5 Train Station, he figured that today would be a day like any other.
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
Because, after all, he hadn’t expected to get caught up in a struggle to save the world he lived in the day he agreed to work a mission with AVALANCHE.
As Cloud Strife would soon find out, some days, it DID pay to get up in the morning.
END CHAPTER ONE.
Author’s Notes:
Well, this is the beginning. Always wanted to write fan fiction, and was finally driven to by the general lack of Cloud/Aeris fics. Sure, this could be because she died in the game ( L ), but that’s what AU’s for!
Since this IS Porn WITH Plot, it’ll take a while to get to all the sex, but hopefully I can keep you all entertained with a good story until then.
Reviews of all sorts appreciated…unless they’re flaming the (eventual) pairing. In which case, save us both effort and don’t bother. J
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