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Thursday, May 08, 2008

Cunt Buster

She was sad and depressed, which had become normal for her over the past few weeks, ever since Cloud, the man she loved with all of her heart began to focus all of his attention, all of his efforts onto Aeris. The supposed last Ancient was thrilled with this, it seems she loved Cloud with equal fervor.

Part of her hates Aeris, wishes she were dead... okay, it was a large part of her. But, even despite her hatred and jealousy of the little half breed, despite the fact that she wanted to et between them, to split them up, part of her was happy for the two, because they had found love with one another, and wished them well.

"But what does that leave for me...?"

She mumbled to herself, sitting on the edge of a bed of the local inn. Cloud and Aeris were gone, and had been for over an hour now... they most likely wouldn't be back for hours to come. Almost everybody else was gone as well, off to have a bit of fun, to release the pent up stress of their journey.

But she didn't feel like going out, even though it would be best for her. She didn't like doing much of anything, really, except maybe curl up on her bed and cry her eyes out like a baby. But, oddly, she didn't... and instead, she fund herself on her feet. As if compelled by some force, she left the room, heading for the one Cloud was using.

Almost instantly upon stepping inside, she could smell him, despite the fact that he shared the room with Barret and Cid. His musk was distinct, something she would never fail to pick up, regardless of how overpowered it was. As if by instinct, she walked to the end of the room and sat on the bed, knowing that it was his.

She sighed as she felt the springs give slightly, her hands taking hold of the sheets that, less than 24 hours ago had been pressed against his body. She wished he were there now, so she could tell him how much he meant to her... to show him how much she loved him. She could so easily fulfill his needs and desires, she could do things with and to him that Aeris couldn't even dream of.

"Cloud..."

She mumbled, hands holding the sheets tightly, her eyes closed tightly, holding back her tears.


Opening the little drawer of the night stand next to the bed, she found a small leather pouch. Taking it in her hands, she removed it and then pulled it open... and found a small collection of Materia. Most of them were green, some were blue, two were yellow and there was atleast 1 red. She dipped a hand onto the orbs and ran her fingers over them, feeling how cool they are... and then, something catches her eye.

Her fingers run over a few of the spheres until she comes across one of interest. Pulling it out, she takes it into her hand, then placed the pouch onto the stand. Turning her attention to the crystal in her hand, she looks it over, as if studying it... and then, she realized what it was. It was a Fire Materia, but it was so much more than that.

She swung her feet as she sat on the edge of his bed, holding the Fire Materia in her hand, it was the one she bought for him in Sector 7, so long ago. She knew it because there was a tiny impurity in the crystal, a slight tint of blue in the otherwise green sphere, most likely a malfunction in one of Shin-Ra's machinery that compressed Mako into Materia.

As she looked it over, feeling happy for the first time in a long while, one of her boot clad feet hit something hard and heavy under the bed. Curious, she placed the Materia back into the pouch with the rest of the Materia and then slipped off the bed. She kneeled down and peeked under it.

"Cloud's... Buster Sword..."

She said, looking at it, her hands instantly reaching out for it. Fingers running over the cold, hard metal, she notices how smooth it is, even after all the combat they've been through. Her fingers come toward her, feeling that the blunt side is facing her, and she sighs, relived a bit by the fact that, while her boots may not have been able to damage the sharpened edge, she didn't hit it in the first place.

Out of curiosity, she runs her fingers along the blunt edge, feeling that, while it was squared edges, it's not sharp in the slightest.

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