Sunday, April 25, 2004

Here is episode two of my fanfic...
(Sorry if I didn't put this up sooner...my bro was hogging the internet...better late than never. Just remember...eveything in this is fictional, it's a fanFICTION, and each episode follows up on the previous one...enjoy...)


‘Cloud’ smoothed his wild blonde hair with his hand and shrugged at the brunette before him.

“I dunno. All I know is that when I woke up, I found myself here,” he explained. “Then I saw you asleep, so I came to wake you up. I’m not who I look like.”

“Me either,” she stated bluntly, trying her best to remain calm, although she was beginning to feel that she was losing grip on reality. She continued, “I may look like her, but I’m not Tifa Lockheart…my online friends used to call me Tifa though…”

A sudden spark of interest flickered in Cloud’s eyes. “By any chance, was your username lockheartifa?”

“…How did you know?”

“I gave you a goblin with a severed head for your fourteenth birthday, remember?”

Tifa closed her eyes, trying to remember, as Cloud searched her face for any positive sign. At last, her eyelids reopened and she approached him slowly, staring at him with almost childlike wonder.

“You’re…Broken Blade?” she asked, somewhat doubtfully.

He turned to look at her, disguising his worry with a charming smirk. “So, we meet again, Tifa.”

“No, this can’t be…” Tifa took a few steps away from him and began pacing restlessly.

“I don’t believe it either,” Cloud replied, grasping the handle of the hefty sword at his side. “It’s a lucky thing I do kenjutsu. It looks like I’ll finally have the chance to save you.”

Tifa spun around and glared at the seated figure. “We’re stranded in the middle of nowhere, trapped in the bodies of our internet identities, and that’s all you can think about?”

“That’s not entirely true,” he replied. “I think I figured out where we are. See that large mound of metal out there? I think that’s Midgar. Or rather it used to be.”

“…Midgar? But how…?”

A silent, involuntary gasp escaped Tifa, and she sat down on the grass beside Cloud. She turned away for a moment, struggling to regain her composure. For a minute the only sound was the faint rustling of the wind as it swept through the tall grass of the gentle slopes of the hillsides. Eventually Cloud spoke up against the deafening silence.

“There has to be a reason why we’re here,” he muttered to no one in particular.

Tifa didn’t respond, and she remained with her back turned to him.

“You’re not the only one who thinks you’re going insane, you know,” Cloud stated frankly. “Until we find out why we’re here, I guess we’ll just have to accept the fact that we’re here.”

There was still no response.

He continued, “I know it’s hard to accept what you don’t understand, but there’s no other way. We’ll never find out the truth if we keep living in denial.”

Tifa sighed deeply and turned to face him again. “…I guess you’re right. Thanks, Broken Blade.”

“You’re welcome. For now, you can call me Cloud.”

He glanced down at the Midgar ruins, noticing a silvery glint amongst the rubble. At first, he thought it was a figment of his imagination, but he saw the glint again, this time much further down. He grabbed the sword at his side and leapt to his feet.

“What’s wrong?” asked Tifa, equally concerned.

“I thought I saw something. Stay here Tif, I’ll go check it out,” he said boldly, taking off in the direction of the ruins.

Tifa sat there and watched him go, the wind whipping her long locks about her face. The sun had already begun its deep curtsy into the horizon, bleeding vivid shades of crimson and orange onto the clouds. Night was fast approaching, and they had no place to spend the night.

“Oh, well,” she thought to herself, “At least I’m not alone.”

Suddenly, she became aware of voices in the distance. She could hear a group of raspy, jeering voices, and the others were undoubtedly female. She looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, when suddenly, shouts of “The Fiery! Release and dispel! Why isn’t it working, dammit?” were heard over the hill behind her.

She scrambled to her feet and glanced over at the other side of the hill, just in time to see two girls battling about a group of masked thieves, who had encircled the two and were ready to pounce at any moment. One of the girls had short, fawn coloured hair, and sported a hooded red cape and had a strange yet familiar staff in hand. In fact, she was exactly like Sakura Kinomoto from Card Captor Sakura. The other had longer, brown hair held in two tight ponytails, one on either side of her head. She wore a short white top and a blue miniskirt. Tall, white boots completed her ensemble, and she wielded an unusual sword, which was about half her height. She lifted it and began slashing at the thieves wildly, barely hitting them at all.

“Hey! Watch where you’re swinging that thing!” the caped girl protested. “You nearly hit me!”

The girl with the sword glanced over her shoulder, her blue eyes glimmering with rage. “Well, sorry if I don’t know how to use a weapon. Besides, I thought you said you knew how to use those flimsy cards of yours, Sakura!”

“They’re called Clow Cards! And I’m working on it!”

The thieves closed in on the helpless girls, brandishing their knives and laughing menacingly. Devoid of hesitation, Tifa charged down the hill and sunk her fist into the stomach of one of the thieves. Surprised by the attack, he stumbled backward and fell over, fighting for air. One of his companions tried to sneak up on her from behind, and was smacked over the head by the caped girl’s winged staff. The girl with the ponytails managed to swing the oversized sword around, knocking out a couple of the bandits. A brief battle ensued, and eventually some of the thieves fled out of sheer cowardice, leaving their injured companions behind to fend for themselves.

“Hey, isn’t she Tifa from Final Fantasy Seven?” Sakura asked the brunette with the sword.

“Yeah, I think so. What’s she doing here?”

The two cast suspicious glares at Tifa, who wiped a bead of sweat off her brow and took a seat on the grass.

“Give me a chance to explain,” Tifa stated, sighing wearily.

Elsewhere, Cloud wandered around the piles of rubble and greenery that had once been Midgar, searching for foreign figure that had obviously hidden within. He glanced up at a spot in the distance, expecting to see Tifa sitting there, but all he could see was the lush green of the grassy hillside.

Suddenly, he could sense another presence. Someone or something was definitely lurking amongst the ruins. Grasping the handle of his sword tighter, he ventured into the very heart of the ruins, cutting through the thick vegetation that blocked his path.

“…Is someone there?” a male voice echoed, almost startling Cloud.

A figure stood in the shadows, its back turned so Cloud could not see who it was. He could distantly make out the figure’s knee-length white hair, and the sheathed masamune at his side.

“Show yourself!” Cloud demanded, assuming a fighting stance and preparing for the worst.


(Yep, that's all so far...I forgot to mention that the characters in the story look like their avatars...except for maybe darksoul...I based her looks on the blog on her site...)

(By the way, you'll have to wait until next weekend if you want to read the next episode...I can't really come online during the week but I'll try to see if I can sneak on.)

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