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need to know onlyHeading to the main gates of Midgar, Aryafaded back in to the living world, the deep pressurerelived its self off her chest while black thick shadowbellowed fourth from her jarred mouth, lungs filledwith fresh air.Tacking her slow sweat time walkinga man jogged past, huffing and whizzing heavily.The smell of salty sweet came from the him. Hissolid gray T-shirt crumpled and folded on itselffrom the wind flowing past, and hie black pantstucked into her black leather boots. Military ,Arya figured but she really didn't carethe man looked over his bear like shoulders,making some eye contact with her, skidding to ahalt he gazed upon her with a half smile "Major?"he askedArya looked to Rage "yes," she spoke quietly.Rage could barely talk clearing his throat he smiledagain "MMajor w...what a surprised seeing you here
..alone" he studded rubbing the back of the thick neckArya arched an eyebrow " who are you again?"asking politely with wonder
Vincent's Turk Days: Beginning(I've come to a conclusion that instead of making this a long chapter fic, that it'll just be a series of short stories... more than likely not one-shots though. It just seems easier that way. Plus i may actually get it done... enjoy then)##Grimoire was sitting at the table in the kitchen, his eyes fixed on the diploma in his hands. The ShinRa insignia continued to catch his attention from the corner of the parchment. He could still feel that sink in his heart as his son’s name was called, and announced that he would be joining the Turks, after graduation. Proud, yes, but sad all the same. He and Vincent had been all alone since he was young. His son was his whole world and now he was leaving. Who knew what would be held in the future for such a dangerous career? It’d started as just a childhood dream, one Grimoire never expected the bright-eyed boy to follow through with.He heard footsteps on the other side of the wall, and shook his head. “S
FFVII Meets Black Butler In the city of Midgar, Vincent Valentine was roaming the streets in the dark. He was looking downwards until he heard a noise, which made him look up. He saw a man with hair of grey or silver. He thought it was Sephiroth, and so ran towards the man."Sephiroth!" shouted Vincent, as he pulled Cerberus from its holster. He aimed the three barrel gun at the grey-haired man."E-he-he-he!" The grey-haired man laughed as he turned around. A black hat was placed back on his head. "Who is this Sephiroth you speak of?"Vincent stopped in his tracks, shocked to see it wasn't Sephiroth. It was someone else entirely. He placed Cerberus back in its holster and sighed deeply. He was deeply confused now."May I ask who you are?" Vincent politely queried of the man, nodding slightly."I'm known as the Undertaker of the town." the other replied, with a wide grin on his face. He then turned away and walked down the