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Author: Enide Dear
Rating: some violence
Summary: Cid has an emotional problem that he needs Vincent's help to solve.
"Viiiiiiinceeeeeent!" The shrill scream echoed across the Highwind, bounced off the sturdy metal, made windows rattle, sent crewmembers and gulls fleeing for their lives and didn't succeed in making its intended target even raise an eyebrow. The small stirring of red cape across his face off an annoyed sigh was the only sign that the gunman hade even heard the bone-piercing yell, but he did turn as the sound of smal running feet approached.
Honestly, in his days the word 'ninja' had meant stealth and subterfuge. How this annoying girl could even call herself by that name was a mystery.
"Vincent!" He managed to dodge to one side as she tried to throw herself around him, using the flowing cape much as a bullfighter did. Unfortunately, loud and irritating as she was, Yuffie had a ninja's reflexes and managed not to crash face
Murder Most FowlMurder Most Fowl
Warnings: Chicken murder.
Summary: Zack gets rid of a pesky bird.
Notes: Loosely fits into the 'Rabid Tiger' AU
I called my mom for Mother's Day, and she told me this story about something that happened when she was a kid. It kinda turned into a ficlet.
The day was sunny, quiet, and peaceful. The light shone through the windows, turning the inside of the little house green and gold. Soft music played on the small CD player, Akira was asleep in his crib, and Miki was at school. Sephiroth was currently off dealing with a pack of fire-hounds that had been bedevilling the little village at the base of the hill. It would have been a very large task for Zack, but, for the mighty Sephiroth, fire-hounds were mere annoyances. For starters, their main weapon was utterly ineffective on him.
So Zack had the day to himself. It was a wonderful feeling. He made himself a cup of tea, and lay on the couch,
Number 1. IntroductionNumber 1: Introduction
Copyright: All characters belong to Square Enix.
Vincent had no idea how long he had been running for. In all honesty, he didn't really care either; he just wanted to be as far away from Shinra Manor as was humanly possible. In the back of his mind, the exhausted gunner could still hear the blood-chilling laugh of the Professor as he slammed the coffin lid shut on him, leaving him in the suffocating darkness with only those cold, soulless eyes as his final memory before the thirty year sleep claimed him. The same eyes that haunted him relentlessly even to this very moment
And now here he was, running blindly through a snowstorm in the middle of the night after finally escaping from the Manor that for so long had been his personal Hell. Every now and then he would glance back over his shoulder, always listening and looking for the slightest indication that someone was following him, but the
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