Sora waved as the girls left. I need to come to this world more often, he thought as his hand slowly lowered after they disappeared behind the big doors. There had been a lot of very interesting encounters since he had arrived. If it hadn't been for the war... well if it hadn't been for the war a lot of things would be different. He sighed away ( Read more... )

When Touma walked fully into the room, he could smell the nail polish - something that he'd never really gotten. Why put that stuff on your toes when no one is going to see it? Which was exactly what Faye was doing, just...messier than he'd seen Nasuti do. Oh well ( Read more... )

As Faye sorted through the bags she’d brought back from the Red Tail, it struck her that packing was an incredibly unnatural exercise. People always brought too much, or too little. Even if they brought just the right amount, they ended up with the wrong stuff. Like this: Faye had neglected to bring fingernail clippers, but she remembered to ( Read more... )

Riku had lived with darkness inside of him. He had opened himself to it, been consumed by it, learned from it, been hurt by it, coexisted with it, and traveled through it. He had never dipped below it ( Read more... )

Touma felt superfluous - something he was unused to feeling ( Read more... )

It was small, and black. It would have looked a bit like a kid, if not for the antennas and oiled smoothness of its skin, but she couldn't decide if it was a child or animal. Faye tilted her head, and it stopped advancing. Clawed fingers scraped the stone road as it adjusted its position, and one of the stalks on its head twitched. As it tilted ( Read more... )

Uncomfortable and preoccupied, Riku headed for the shop where he'd sensed Naminé disappearing earlier. Though he knew now for a fact that Sephiroth didn't know the true nature of the darkness sleeping within him, the repetition of Ansem's name had left him unsettled and unable to think clearly. He tried not to think about it, but that just made it ( Read more... )

Riku left the cafe with a sigh, stretching and cracking his neck a little. At least the conversation with Selphie had managed to tip the scales for this visit to Traverse a little more in the positive direction. He turned to Naminé with a light smile. "Well, that's a little better, huh? I promise this place isn't always that bad," he added ( Read more... )

Riku did his best to block out the impending argument behind him, focusing only on getting Selphie and Naminé out of the Second District. He didn't want to know where the conflict between Axel and Sephiroth was going to go. It wasn't his problem, he told himself; he wasn't involved. He'd done his part by getting Zack out of Axel's clutches. ( Read more... )

Riku couldn't believe his ears, or his nose, or any of his senses. He was standing in Traverse Town, home of refugees and vagrants and suspicious characters like the silver-haired General he'd just finished fighting with, and here before him was Selphie, one of the childhood friends he'd never expected to meet again. What was she doing here? How ( Read more... )