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A Past, A Beginning

Chapter One-

Hot tears glided down her swollen cheek, the burning pain between her legs a reminder of the man walking back out the steel framed door. "D-d...Damn you!" The sudden shrill of a cracked voice echoed throughout the hallway. It was the only response when the loud sound of a door slamming shut; not just any door however.

A door to last three years of a spirited woman's broken heart. Those 22 years spent living had not been prepared enough to handle being broken. Though an adult, her voice still sounded that of a wounded child weeping for the pain to stop, for the nightmare to end. "...I h-ha-" As the words began to form they were not finished instead a stabbing pain shot through her heart and head. Curling into a ball on the dark green carpeted floor, she began to sob uncontrollably.

With arms raised above her head and back arching up; although in pain due to the sleeping conditions of the previous night, the woman stretched as the morning sun crept through the blinds spotlighting the dried tears. Minutes passed by slowly as she then lay there, dimmed gray eyes staring at the cracks in the wooden ceiling, reflecting on her life.

'Six years have passed since Sephiroth, four years since I walked out on ...everyone, three years since I made the biggest mistake of my young life.' Closing her eyes tightly as if trying to keep her private thoughts from spilling open for the world to see, 'I wasn't stable then.. Not after Sephiroth! For two and a half years I awoke in a cold sweat from the nightmares of him coming back. Images of the innocent dead, dying, crying, most of all screaming. For so long, afraid, that it will all happen again and we wont be so lucky as to win a no-win battle....' Eyes looking over to the blinking clock on a end table by a ratty-old brown sofa, 12:00 repeated it self over and over. Obviously the plug had slipped during the last fight... Hoisting herself up slowly she made her way over to the bathroom, she ignored the broken glass and tipped over furniture all over the small apartment.

Cold water dripped down over her wrist as she turned on the shower, then leaving it to stand in front of a cracked mirror. Eyes locked.

"AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The frightening sound of the wounded scream echoed for one would seem like miles, her breath was heavy and eyes wide in fear. Calming herself she slowly leaned against the sink for support. 'It's been so long since I truly looked at myself.' Carefully she reached her hand out touching the cold reflection.

Gray eyes were so dull now, her former short brown hair reached down at least to her mid-back, even her flat chest had grown to a small C cup. Besides the obvious differences a small scar about two inches long was viewable from the oversize gray shirt; running down the length between her shoulder and neck at a angle. Her skin no longer held the youthful beauty it used to, or so it seemed. A purple formation on her left cheek throbbed painfully as she brought her fingers to it. Once a stubborn, egotistical, thief of a ninja; now a shadow of her mistakes. Shedding the gray shirt from her body she left herself to the mercy of the stinging hot shower to wash away her pain.

The town was busy as usual, the same hustle-bustle as always. Then again Neo-Midgar was always that way, and probably would continue to be even after the construction was complete. Five years they have been re- landscaping, rebuilding, tearing down, and rebuilding yet again. Nobody had a clue as to who was funding this, or who the new owner was.

There was protesting all through out the beginning of the construction due to the publics defense against another, Shinra. Once things calmed down, whoever the owner is, made a announcement that there will be no other selfish corporation like that here again. A council was made that would have its very own citizens go on the board once every 5-7 years; for those that wished to. That was what made others begin to like the idea of another city, due to the growing population.

Looking down at herself she suddenly became insecure, it had been two months since ...he... left. Luckily a small nest egg that she herself had saved managed to get her through. Probably would at least 2 more months. Yet, the small amount didn't leave room open for new clothes. Wearing only a tight long sleeved dark gray shirt with a few rips and tares followed by mid-thigh length blue jeans. Not to mention flip-flops. She ignoring the stares of disgust, and lust in the few others that happened to glance at her. 'At least my hair is long enough to cover the bruise. Last thing I need is more onlookers.' Walking into a small shop of on a street that wasn't so busy, she smiled as a old woman came out of the room in back.

"My girl! Where have you been? I have not seen nor heard from you for a week!" The elderly woman lectured as she came around pulling a seat out for the younger woman. Taking a seat across from her the lady's smile turned to a look of seriousness. "Has Reno returned, ...at all?"

A sudden frown took the woman's expression as the former materia hunter looked away, mumbling her answer. "No. Not even a phone call. He's gone for good this time, I'm pretty sure of it. I received divorce papers in the mail about a week ago... I don't think Reno sent them though, they weren't in his writing but, I'm sure it was with his knowing due to the ...words... used. ...Please Mrs. Coalsy can we talk about something else?"

Katrina gave a nod and patted her friends shoulder. "You'll be fine dear,- " Turning to the door she excused herself and walked over to the customer.

Yuffie stared at the table hard, trying to ignore the throbbing headache returning to her.

"Where the fuck is the, shit, what the fuck did I need again?" A blonde haired man spoke as he adjusted his goggles. 'Right, bolts.' "As I was fucking saying, Got any fucking 14' bolts?"

"Yes, let me go get them. How many?"

"Three."

Quicker than an eye can move the former Kisaragi snapped her head up, gasping. 'Only one person I can think of would ever dare speak like that to a old lady as if it was common.' "Cid!" She yelled out loud, accidentally.

The pilot looked over and narrowed his eyes, "Yeah? Who the hell are you?" Stepping closer the cigarette fell from his lips. "Yu-Yu- Yuffie?!?!" +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
All Important Author Notes!

Yep! It's me Sorceress Fujin. I said I was no longer writting any Final Fantasy Stories but guess what? I started another. A YUFFIEXVINCENT! Of Course. What else? Anyway, Please Review and tell me what you think so i know whether to continue or not! THANKS!