by Random Writer 46
Summary: "To those who loved this world..." FF7/Naruto
"To those who loved this world and have spent time together with their companions in this world in the past reunite once again to endure this time..."
Orochimaru held up a torch in his hand as he walked through the underground darkness. His soldiers had been recently reporting an unknown chakra flaring up in these areas, and when he had caught wind of it he had come out to investigate. The chakra amount was large, larger than his own. It was terrifying, though it seemed somehow... contained. When he had tracked the source of the chakra expulsion to this cave, he had sent out a team of shinobi to investigate. They hadn't returned, though what Orochimaru had suspected was that they had gotten lost in the caves themselves.
It was very possible. The rest of Orochimaru's team that had come with him to investigate had already disappeared. It was like they were there one second, and when Orochimaru had faced away he felt their chakra signatures disappear. When he turned around they were gone, as if they had never been there. It was strange... And now he was the only person left.
He had been wandering through the dark cavern for who knows how long now... The only source of light he had was his torch. It didn't matter... He was getting closer to the source of the chakra now... He was sure of it. The energy he had been sensing only increased with each step he took. A few minutes later he stood in front of a door. He turned his head up, staring at the unfamiliar letters that decorated the top of the door.
It wasn't exactly foreign to him... It was written in an ancient language. Almost forgotten in the passages of time, but not one of these letters escaped Orochimaru's comprehension. They were written in the language known only as Cetra. He blinked as he stared through the darkness, translating the letters with his mind.
Silently he walked closer to the silver door, and turned the handle.
"Just a little
longer. Oh! Now that you mention it... We don't
know each other's names, do we? My name is... I'm Aerith, the flower girl.
Nice to meet you?"
"What I wouldn't give to hear your voice again..."
"You want to go on a date?"
"I guess you don't owe me anymore..."
"I want to meet you."
"Silly, what do you need to be forgiven for?"
"You don't need me anymore."
"...Shut up. The
cycle of nature and your stupid plan don't mean a thing.
Aerith is gone. Aerith will no longer talk, no longer laugh, cry... or get
angry... What about us... what are WE supposed to do? What about my pain?
My fingers are tingling. My mouth is dry. My eyes are burning!"
"Why didn't I do anything...?"
"Quit asking me
why, you moron. Hmm... actually, you might be cut out to be
a scientist. Energy level is at... 83. It's taking too long. My son is in
need of power and help. That's the only reason."
"Why did you do that to me...?"
"The knowledge of
the Ancients swirling around here is telling me one
thing. The planet's in a crisis... A crisis beyond human power or endless time.
It says, when the time comes, we must search for 'Holy'."
"Holy saved the world, but it didn't save Aerith..."
"Hey Cloud. If you're feeling sick, why don't you take that mask off?"
"Zack, I'm so sorry..."
"Do not worry.
Soon the girl will become part of the Planet's energy.
All that is left is to go North. The 'Promised Land' waits for me over the snowy
fields. There I will become a new being by uniting with the planet. As will this
"Why did you take her away from us... She was my... she was my everything!"
"This forest leads
to the City of the Ancients... and is called the
Sleeping Forest. It's only a matter of time before Sephiroth uses Meteor. That's
why I'm going to protect it. Only a survivor of the Cetra, like me, can do it.
This secret is just up here. At least it should be... I feel it. It feels like
I'm being led by something. Then, I'll be going now. I'll come back when it's
"Aerith...? City of... ANCIENTS...! NO! DON'T GO!"
A pair of eyes shot open as waves of chakra shot through the land. The silent figure hoisted itself up over its resting place, a coffin. Its eyes were wide, and they glowed unnaturally blue. His hair was a spiked blonde and he seemed to have trouble breathing. He was wearing a ragged red cloak over a dark blue turtleneck, and on his left shoulder was a metal shoulder guard with pegs protruding out of it in random directions. His breathing was deep.
Silently he stepped out of the unburied grave, and sat down at a dusty brown table. The whole room was ancient, everything had the smell of death and decay. Several other coffins were littered around the place, but he knew that he shouldn't try to wake them before their hibernations were over. It could cause permanent mental trauma. He silently ripped the red clak away from his body, and revealed a lean, muscled body underneath. He hadn't aged a single day since he had started hibernation, and his skin was still tan even after being trapped down here for over fifty thousand years.
But he didn't care about that. There was only one reason that he had been awakened out of hibernation. He gritted his teeth.