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FF7 fic -- scene 1
And another post-Advent Children ficthing... I wasn't going to post until I had more of it, but Saro asked to see, and I'm a whore for comments anyway. XD
Chapter Archive.
"Hey kiddo. Why the long face?"
The pilgrimages had died down in the last year; Denzel hadn't expected the old church to have visitors at this late hour. He jumped; he didn't yell, though. He was too proud for it.
There was a man sitting in one of the pews, half-hidden behind a column and the wooden partitions that separated the rows of benches. He was shirtless, fit, and -- from what Denzel could see in the dusky, muted light -- could have been anywhere between twenty and thirty-five year old. His dark hair was plastered to his neck, dripping wet, as if he'd just dunked his head in the pool. Perhaps he was a pilgrim, then, even though anyone who'd caught Geostigma in the epidemic four years ago should have been dead or cured by now.
"Sorry, man."
Denzel frowned in confusion. "What for?"
"Eh. You just look like you wanted to be alone."
The man didn't sound like he was about to go into a fake, cloying 'poor little sad boy, don't worry, you'll see that's not so bad later when you're old and wise like me' tirade, but neither did he look like he found Denzel's obvious depression mock-worthy. "It's nothing. A girl ditched me, 's all. I'll survive," the young teenager replied, feeling at once very mature and very miserable.
"Ouch," the man commiserated.
"Yeah, well. Whatever. You come here to pray?" As changes of subject went, this wasn't the smoothest Denzel had ever thought up, but he wasn't about to pour out his heart to a stranger.
The man chuckled again, rueful, and ran a hand through his wet hair. "Ah, no, not really. I'd offer to let you have the place, but... Listen, er, can you give me a hand?"
Denzel took three hurried steps back. "If you're thinking up pedo shit, I've got a switchblade and I know how to use it."
The guy blinked, and then burst out laughing, which reassured Denzel about as much as it irked him.
"It's not funny! Far as I know you're naked behind that bench."
The man's laughter, which had started to die down, redoubled and then some, with a note of self-mocking sheepishness that hadn't been there before. "Actually...!"
"Oh, urgh!" Denzel took another step back. "Why the hell do you want to be sitting naked in this place?! It's all full of dirt and dust and rubble!"
"Thank you, Captain Obvious. Somehow I'd failed to notice the pebbles in my ass."
"Did someone steal your clothes or something?" Denzel asked warily.
The question seemed to amuse the guy even more. "Well, they sure aren't where I left them."
Denzel huffed. What kind of idiot found being abandoned in a remote area while someone made off with his stuff funny?
"So... Here I am, naked as the day I was born," the man commented breezily as he propped his elbow on the wooden partition and waved his hand for emphasis. "And I wouldn't care about streaking too much, but I'm afraid I'd be beaten to death by little old ladies with huge handbags for being an indecent pervert."
There weren't many of those around nowadays. Denzel vaguely remembered old ladies like that before the plate fell on the Slums and then Meteor fell on Midgar and everything turned into chaos, but the old ladies of today were more likely to pull out a sawed-off shotgun and kneecap you. "I were you, I'd worry more about trying to cross the area outside without shoes. It's all full of glass and rusted stuff."
The man made a face. "Yeowch. Feet injuries suck, and I'm not too fond of tetanus either. So... Will you help me?"
Denzel gave an unconvinced moue. "Depends."
"Depends on what?" the man dutifully prompted him. He failed to look as curious or worried as intended; if any, his smile widened even more. Annoying!
"What I get out of it," Denzel bit out, crossing his arms stubbornly. "It's late, and it's gonna be later when I come home. If I'm gonna get killed by my guardian, I want it to be worth my time."
"Wh -- you little brat."
Denzel straightened up, and gave the spluttering man a look that meant 'try me'.
The man tried him. "Do you want me to prove you I'm not hiding a roll of gil in my butt crack?"
"Urk!"
"It's just a matter of bending over, after all..."
"Stay down, stay down!" Denzel protested, and covered his eyes hurriedly when the man grabbed the wooden partition and started to heft himself up on his feet. "Crap, man, that's -- ew!"
There was a giggle overhead, light and girly and wholly unexpected. Denzel jumped and backed against the wall, a hand slipping in his pocket and curling around his knife. He looked up at the half of a ceiling and broken beams, but he couldn't see anyone through the gap.
"--Oh yeah, and my girlfriend's around too."
Denzel swallowed. "She. Uh. Is she..."
"Yup. Naked as a jaybird."
"And a little cold, too!" she sang back from somewhere upstairs.
The teenager desperately tried not to think about it. From the heat rising to his cheeks, he wasn't succeeding. He'd never been so thankful for the darkness inside the church.
"We didn't want her to be seen, you know, in case the next visitors were a gang of street toughs or something like that. And that's exactly why you were supposed to stay quiet and pretend you weren't there, honey!" the guy drawled at the ceiling. "Maybe I'm going senile in my old age, but I seem to remember a discussion about that!"
"Sorry!" she called back, not sounding sorry at all. In fact she sounded even more entertained than the guy, and Denzel thought that they deserved each other. Annoying!
"One of your friends play a prank on you? You don't look stressed enough for a mugging."
"Hm? Ah -- it's complicated." The man ran a hand through his hair again and grinned sheepishly. "Listen, I'll find clothes for her if it really bugs you, but would you mind getting me -- I don't know, even just flip-flops and shorts? It's not the season, but they'll do in a pinch."
Denzel sighed heavily. "I guess I can do that much. But then you get to talk my guardian out of grounding me." Not that he really thought Tifa would ground him, especially not when she learned he had met people in need of help, but he'd never liked worrying her very much.
Oh well, in the end they were just a couple of random inoffensive loons. Denzel had met crazier.
"Sure, no problem, thank you. You're a lifesaver." The man's smile turned more sincere, relieved... And then went somewhat -- cautious. Subdued. "Anything of Cloud's would do. We're about the same size. Unless he's had another growth spurt."
Chapter 1.1
Chapter Archive.
"Hey kiddo. Why the long face?"
The pilgrimages had died down in the last year; Denzel hadn't expected the old church to have visitors at this late hour. He jumped; he didn't yell, though. He was too proud for it.
There was a man sitting in one of the pews, half-hidden behind a column and the wooden partitions that separated the rows of benches. He was shirtless, fit, and -- from what Denzel could see in the dusky, muted light -- could have been anywhere between twenty and thirty-five year old. His dark hair was plastered to his neck, dripping wet, as if he'd just dunked his head in the pool. Perhaps he was a pilgrim, then, even though anyone who'd caught Geostigma in the epidemic four years ago should have been dead or cured by now.
"Sorry, man."
Denzel frowned in confusion. "What for?"
"Eh. You just look like you wanted to be alone."
The man didn't sound like he was about to go into a fake, cloying 'poor little sad boy, don't worry, you'll see that's not so bad later when you're old and wise like me' tirade, but neither did he look like he found Denzel's obvious depression mock-worthy. "It's nothing. A girl ditched me, 's all. I'll survive," the young teenager replied, feeling at once very mature and very miserable.
"Ouch," the man commiserated.
"Yeah, well. Whatever. You come here to pray?" As changes of subject went, this wasn't the smoothest Denzel had ever thought up, but he wasn't about to pour out his heart to a stranger.
The man chuckled again, rueful, and ran a hand through his wet hair. "Ah, no, not really. I'd offer to let you have the place, but... Listen, er, can you give me a hand?"
Denzel took three hurried steps back. "If you're thinking up pedo shit, I've got a switchblade and I know how to use it."
The guy blinked, and then burst out laughing, which reassured Denzel about as much as it irked him.
"It's not funny! Far as I know you're naked behind that bench."
The man's laughter, which had started to die down, redoubled and then some, with a note of self-mocking sheepishness that hadn't been there before. "Actually...!"
"Oh, urgh!" Denzel took another step back. "Why the hell do you want to be sitting naked in this place?! It's all full of dirt and dust and rubble!"
"Thank you, Captain Obvious. Somehow I'd failed to notice the pebbles in my ass."
"Did someone steal your clothes or something?" Denzel asked warily.
The question seemed to amuse the guy even more. "Well, they sure aren't where I left them."
Denzel huffed. What kind of idiot found being abandoned in a remote area while someone made off with his stuff funny?
"So... Here I am, naked as the day I was born," the man commented breezily as he propped his elbow on the wooden partition and waved his hand for emphasis. "And I wouldn't care about streaking too much, but I'm afraid I'd be beaten to death by little old ladies with huge handbags for being an indecent pervert."
There weren't many of those around nowadays. Denzel vaguely remembered old ladies like that before the plate fell on the Slums and then Meteor fell on Midgar and everything turned into chaos, but the old ladies of today were more likely to pull out a sawed-off shotgun and kneecap you. "I were you, I'd worry more about trying to cross the area outside without shoes. It's all full of glass and rusted stuff."
The man made a face. "Yeowch. Feet injuries suck, and I'm not too fond of tetanus either. So... Will you help me?"
Denzel gave an unconvinced moue. "Depends."
"Depends on what?" the man dutifully prompted him. He failed to look as curious or worried as intended; if any, his smile widened even more. Annoying!
"What I get out of it," Denzel bit out, crossing his arms stubbornly. "It's late, and it's gonna be later when I come home. If I'm gonna get killed by my guardian, I want it to be worth my time."
"Wh -- you little brat."
Denzel straightened up, and gave the spluttering man a look that meant 'try me'.
The man tried him. "Do you want me to prove you I'm not hiding a roll of gil in my butt crack?"
"Urk!"
"It's just a matter of bending over, after all..."
"Stay down, stay down!" Denzel protested, and covered his eyes hurriedly when the man grabbed the wooden partition and started to heft himself up on his feet. "Crap, man, that's -- ew!"
There was a giggle overhead, light and girly and wholly unexpected. Denzel jumped and backed against the wall, a hand slipping in his pocket and curling around his knife. He looked up at the half of a ceiling and broken beams, but he couldn't see anyone through the gap.
"--Oh yeah, and my girlfriend's around too."
Denzel swallowed. "She. Uh. Is she..."
"Yup. Naked as a jaybird."
"And a little cold, too!" she sang back from somewhere upstairs.
The teenager desperately tried not to think about it. From the heat rising to his cheeks, he wasn't succeeding. He'd never been so thankful for the darkness inside the church.
"We didn't want her to be seen, you know, in case the next visitors were a gang of street toughs or something like that. And that's exactly why you were supposed to stay quiet and pretend you weren't there, honey!" the guy drawled at the ceiling. "Maybe I'm going senile in my old age, but I seem to remember a discussion about that!"
"Sorry!" she called back, not sounding sorry at all. In fact she sounded even more entertained than the guy, and Denzel thought that they deserved each other. Annoying!
"One of your friends play a prank on you? You don't look stressed enough for a mugging."
"Hm? Ah -- it's complicated." The man ran a hand through his hair again and grinned sheepishly. "Listen, I'll find clothes for her if it really bugs you, but would you mind getting me -- I don't know, even just flip-flops and shorts? It's not the season, but they'll do in a pinch."
Denzel sighed heavily. "I guess I can do that much. But then you get to talk my guardian out of grounding me." Not that he really thought Tifa would ground him, especially not when she learned he had met people in need of help, but he'd never liked worrying her very much.
Oh well, in the end they were just a couple of random inoffensive loons. Denzel had met crazier.
"Sure, no problem, thank you. You're a lifesaver." The man's smile turned more sincere, relieved... And then went somewhat -- cautious. Subdued. "Anything of Cloud's would do. We're about the same size. Unless he's had another growth spurt."
Chapter 1.1
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And they'd probably thought the weird days were over.
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and i like the fact that Denzel isn't all this: oh i have to help this people but is suspicious
i wonder about the pairings (if there'll be any)
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Hee hee, just hee hee.
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I love you. Very much looking forward to the rest of it. :DDDD
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I like writing Denzel as an ex street-kid. He's been out there in the streets, he knows that you can't get anything without giving anything and that you should be wary of strangers. Of course living safely with Cloud and Tifa softened him a lot, but he's still a little wary and tough.
As for the pairing... Well, Tifa and Cloud are sort of together at the moment -- well, not officially, but it's the kind of secret everyone knows except the main participants. XD;;; But I like CloudxAeris and ZackxCloud and ZackxAeris, and the latest ficlet I wrote made me like AerisxTifa, and I'm pretty sure Zack would charm the pants off Tifa easily...
*_*
And then there's *COUGH COUGH SPOILER*
So. Yeah. Maybe. probably. If I can pull it off. It wouldn't be a "we all love each other just as much" kinda thing, though, not like Teamwork, more like a polyamory arrangement, with people having a promary lover and secondaries... and stuff. *ponderponder*
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find me a pretty FF7 icon. >( (preferably with zack and/or seph >.>)
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*sits on your feet*
More, now, please, yes?
*glees*
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This looks so neat. And if that's who I think it is... well, I love ya. Cause I love him. And teenage!Denzel is too cute. ^-^
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naked people more, of course.u.uno subject
(er... didn't I already say that last time ? Sorry, I'm such a fangirl when it comes to these four. Especially Aeris, who's like, one of my favorite characters ever, and gets a big lot of bashing she doesn't deserve.)
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I also like the way Zack seems to know talking about Cloud is going to look really suspicious.
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And you bet it does. >D
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^___^ ♥
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That or I'll be evil and post the rest tomorrow. >_> The scene's not done yet, but soon enough.
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ahahahaha icon. XDDD I love that character. (they should introduce her to Chizuru)
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XD
♥
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(Anonymous) 2007-04-24 04:20 am (UTC)(link)~ MommyRogers
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Teenage Denzel,
Zack and Aeris alive,
Funny
Possible A/C/T/Z
I like!
*nudgenudge* Any chance Sephy's also comming back? *waves chocolate*
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i like the idea of the different "status" of lovers - can't wait to read more about it XD
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and awwwwwwwr heeee so cute I like :DDD ♥
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(Anonymous) 2007-04-24 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)By the way - I think you wrote 'plaque' when you meant 'plague'.
-- Guile
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Nah, I meant plate actually. XD;; It's plaque in french. Y'know, the upper layer that half of midgar was built on?
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♥ ^^
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(Anonymous) 2007-04-24 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
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<3 <3 <3
shinny
and Cloud will twitch a great deal.
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Actually, Zack isn't really as naked as he was born....he should ba alot hairer now LOL
I have a question though. How can this be after AC but not include CC? Since I believe CC is fully retcon compatible with AC (just being a tight ass about it....I love CC ^___________^) Zaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacccccccckkkkkkkkkkk!!!!
I love this fic already!
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I have my own ideas for Zack and Aeris backstory that don't involve anything Genesis-related. Or Angeal, or whatever else that was added on. Just because AC and CC don't contradict each other doesn't mean I want CC. For that matter the only reason I even included AC is that I like Edge and the pool in the church, and nothing huge in terms of plot impact actually happened in that movie anyway. Apart from the clones, who are pretty dead now, it was a hour and a bit of prettiness and lack of gravity that really didn't impact much on the backstory of the actual game, which is what I like to build on.
I'd play the compilation games if I could, but to me the original game canon trumps everything else. The rest I'll take or leave depending on my mood at the time. It's like Yuffie and Vincent except even more so -- it's optional canon, you're not left with an unplayable, plot-hole ridden game if they're not in your party. The new games might be hella pretty and fun to play, but I find having all those "so this is what REALLY happened during the SOLDIER days" extremely limiting in terms of fanfic.
/blahblahblah.
I'm glad you like the story, hon. ^__^
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