Scrib!Fic Update
Title and Link: The Sky and the Dawn and the Sun
Author: Scribbler
Rating: T
General Fic Summary: Before Sora, Kairi and Riku, another special trio were destined to fight the darkness: Cloud Strife, Aerith Gainsborough and Zack Fair. Their journey involves monsters, wizards, mechanics, ninjas, plus the greatest of all nemeses: love and death. Even the greatest love stories can become tragedies in a heartbeat. KH/FF7/FF8/FF12/Disney. Epic like an epic thing.
Chapter Summary: 62: Lea and Yuffie get closer. Much closer. Wait ... can anyone else smell something burning?
Excerpt:
She twirls the chakram, gets her fingers twisted, and drops it. The spikes lodge in the ground scant inches from her boots and tilted slightly. If she tripped she’d impale herself. She hastily picks it up again, ripping out clods of earth that smack against Lea’s shirtfront. He has taken off his jacket and tie. Now muddy stains are splattered across the rumpled white cotton.
“I totally meant to do that.” Yuffie fakes nonchalance and hopes she isn’t blushing. That’d be totally uncool.
Lea smirks but doesn’t comment. Hefting the other chakram, he spins it around his head for a moment, retesting its weight and balance for the millionth time. He is exacting in his standards. So far the moogle-made weapons have passed every single test - and Lea’s obvious delight prompted Yuffie to demand a turn with the wicked looking things.
Her shuriken training has come in useful, but she has never before fought with anything like the chakram. The only similar thing would be a pair of dustbin lids she once flung at a gang of muggers in Ragdim, back in her own world. The chakram are as far from that as champagne from stagnant water. They’re an elegant, far more complicated weapon than she realised, requiring a degree of skill that makes her stomach twist when she sees them in action. Watching Lea at work is exciting. He puts on a bit of a show for her wide-eyed wonder. One false move and the chakram could gut, impale, shred, crush, slice and burn you to death, all that the same time. The thrill whenever she successfully catches one is intoxicating.
“This? Is so. Much. Fun!”
“Enjoying yourself?” Lea grins.
“Short answer: yeah. Long answer: hell yeah!” She flings the chakram off the edge of the cliff, watches its arc, and times her retrieval so she doesn’t lose her arm. “That’s twenty-four out of twenty-five. And it’s would’ve been a full twenty-five if you hadn’t spoiled number four.”
“You were on fire.”
“Only just!”