Post by Rikugurl on Aug 27, 2006 23:17:16 GMT -5
So.... They say that this is the second peace. I say it's the second resting years. It could not be the last that we hear of them. It will not be. But let the people have their hope.
Let the people of Midgar dream. It's dreams that keep us going isn't it?
So once again, our dreams will cover us until it happens again, when the earth decides it is time to show our strength and love again.
But until then, there shall be peace.
It has been 5 years now, much longer than before. 5 years since Kadaj and his gang came back. 5 years since Sephiroth was reborn....
And things have grown back to normal. They were taken back to the life stream and we have moved on to our own lives again... just... waiting.
As for myself, well... I have moved to Icicle Inn once more. I figured that staying in the forgotton city wasn't doing me much good. Being alone in genral wasn't doing me much good but I have been alone for too long. She won't come back to me as much as Aeris won't come back for Cloud. We must all deal with lose at one point of our lives. You're probably thinking when will I shut up already... aren't you? Or maybe asking if I have bought a phone yet. Well, no... I haven't bought a phone yet. I'm not on the run like everyone else. I have a nice little place in these cold lands... with an odd family to call my own....
The kettle was placed over the fire gently and the milk started to warm. There was a pleasant sound of the fire crackling and the sounds of a cold storm outside. The small little house was quite small, but cozy. There was only one bedroom, a kitchen and a livingroom. But it was all that was needed.
Along with the sweet sounds of the snow and fire, was an interuption that not many liked to hear. A crib rocked as a horrible cry came from the depth of it.
"Now now... I'm working on it."
A low but kind voice came from the being infront of the fire. It stood and walked to the crib. The sound of his bare feet pattered against the smooth wood.
In his nice house kimono, the black haired man leaned over the side of the crib. His deep eyes stared down with a small smile. Carefully the moved his large, golden metal arm down, softly wrapping it around the childing and picking him up. "There now." He rocked it softly but the baby continued to cry.
Death. Death is what brought so many families to break. The streets of Midgar are swarmed with Orphans. More and more appeared after the second coming. It was only right to take a few into homes. And that's where this child came from.
The man grinned and stuck his finger into the boy's mouth. "You have a mouth like your father's." He joked softly and walked to the fire. The milk was done. Since the metal hand was strong, he could hold the baby with just it. With his other hand, he poured the milk into a bottle and shook it up a bit. A perfectly healthy baby in the streets... He shook his head and stood once more, craddling the thing and pulling it close to drink from the bottle. He watched until another sound came over head.
A helicopter. The long haired man rolled his eyes but smiled, looking up at the clock. "Well well... what a surprise." Walking to the front door, he flicked the switch so that the door locked. "Looks like he's late again. Guess he'll have to eat the dog food from the dog house again."
Let the people of Midgar dream. It's dreams that keep us going isn't it?
So once again, our dreams will cover us until it happens again, when the earth decides it is time to show our strength and love again.
But until then, there shall be peace.
It has been 5 years now, much longer than before. 5 years since Kadaj and his gang came back. 5 years since Sephiroth was reborn....
And things have grown back to normal. They were taken back to the life stream and we have moved on to our own lives again... just... waiting.
As for myself, well... I have moved to Icicle Inn once more. I figured that staying in the forgotton city wasn't doing me much good. Being alone in genral wasn't doing me much good but I have been alone for too long. She won't come back to me as much as Aeris won't come back for Cloud. We must all deal with lose at one point of our lives. You're probably thinking when will I shut up already... aren't you? Or maybe asking if I have bought a phone yet. Well, no... I haven't bought a phone yet. I'm not on the run like everyone else. I have a nice little place in these cold lands... with an odd family to call my own....
The kettle was placed over the fire gently and the milk started to warm. There was a pleasant sound of the fire crackling and the sounds of a cold storm outside. The small little house was quite small, but cozy. There was only one bedroom, a kitchen and a livingroom. But it was all that was needed.
Along with the sweet sounds of the snow and fire, was an interuption that not many liked to hear. A crib rocked as a horrible cry came from the depth of it.
"Now now... I'm working on it."
A low but kind voice came from the being infront of the fire. It stood and walked to the crib. The sound of his bare feet pattered against the smooth wood.
In his nice house kimono, the black haired man leaned over the side of the crib. His deep eyes stared down with a small smile. Carefully the moved his large, golden metal arm down, softly wrapping it around the childing and picking him up. "There now." He rocked it softly but the baby continued to cry.
Death. Death is what brought so many families to break. The streets of Midgar are swarmed with Orphans. More and more appeared after the second coming. It was only right to take a few into homes. And that's where this child came from.
The man grinned and stuck his finger into the boy's mouth. "You have a mouth like your father's." He joked softly and walked to the fire. The milk was done. Since the metal hand was strong, he could hold the baby with just it. With his other hand, he poured the milk into a bottle and shook it up a bit. A perfectly healthy baby in the streets... He shook his head and stood once more, craddling the thing and pulling it close to drink from the bottle. He watched until another sound came over head.
A helicopter. The long haired man rolled his eyes but smiled, looking up at the clock. "Well well... what a surprise." Walking to the front door, he flicked the switch so that the door locked. "Looks like he's late again. Guess he'll have to eat the dog food from the dog house again."
