The Seventh Fantasy...
The sky was never filled with light; it was the color of death, black and empty above the glittering metropolis alive with the voices of thousands. ' Her ' image was a pinpoint of black and white in the shimmering canvas of sheer, gothic glory. LOVELESS, MY BLOODY VALENTINE, a title, a crown of a sad and tumultuous life, shined there against the image of a sultry ' woman ', black hair flowing against the white cheek; the black dress with no special ornament. The roar of SHINRA MOTOR MOBILES rocked the night; the glare of the GOBLIN'S BAR neon sign wasn't kind to the cracked and dirty sidewalk. But she was standing there, eyes that were always brand new, gazing into the flowing particles of escaping makou, flowing, dying in the wake of perfume and drowsy blossoms, falling from the wicker basket, falling and being crushed in the night. �...Hi there.� Came that vibrant voice, filled with gentleness. Who was nameless young thing speaking to? A solemn face was turned towards those eyes, black hair swirling against the white cheek, lavender eyes shielded by gray plates of glass, written on the rim of the glasses was, ' SHINRA, Makou for the future!' �...Hey.� Was all the young man could say, he was sitting on the edge of the curb, right in front of the LOVELESS theatre, a cigarette burning in his left hand. He wore a black suit, the gray tie loose and flowing around his neck, baring the slender line of throat to view, �What a night. Or is it day? Who the hell knows? It's always fucking dark here... huh? Why are you smiling?� Why? And who was she? This little woman dressed in pink, her dark hair tied back into a lose wrap of curls, a glimmering white orb tied around her neck, resting in a pendant which looked to be a cross. She wasn't the usual type of woman he knew, you know that kind, the sultry young animal, dress too short and lips coated with red, slick and waiting just to be sucked on. Shinji had known plenty of them, and this woman, she was like a flower growing from this wet concrete lined with trash, growing ever more bright in the night, �...Yes... you sure as hell are out of place here.� Lavender eyes looked her up and down, lingering on the white exposure of left leg underneath the pink dress, the virginal expression on the innocent face. Immediately she flushed, and emerald eyes looked away �...I just wanted... to know if... No never mind. Here. Take one.� Shinji had never seen such a rose, it was as big as his hand, and it�s thick red petals soft as velvet. It lay there on his knee where she had placed it, �Do I look like I need a flower!?� But Shinji spoke to the night, for this woman was gone, and all that remained was the red bloom on his knee, �...But how... Ah hell... fucking forget it.� He stared at the thing as if he were afraid to touch it, ignoring the long-legged beauty that sauntered down the sidewalk, her long body dressed in a red fur coat, blonde hair greasy and long against her back,
�Hey... you look lonely, baby. Need someone to be with you tonight?� �...No... I don't.� And he didn't. Shinji had no idea he was soon to die, and maybe that was for the best. �...Here...I don't need it.� He placed the flower in the prostitutes hand, she gasped and stared at it, �...It'll look nice with your coat.� His voice was soft, almost gentle and she stared back at him, her eyes wide, �Thank you honey... I� I haven't seen one of these... since I was a... a little girl... back in...� �....Yeah...well...consider it a gift.� He was gazing at the ground, trying to steel his nerves. Tonight he would infiltrate SHINRA Headquarters and steal the codes for Makou Reactor 1, then he'd play the delivery boy and wait for Tifa at their designated meeting spot, 'It'll be no problem, beautiful. Just leave it to me.' Yes, that was what he had said, much to the dislike of a certain black man who really hated Shinji because he was a damn playboy bastard, 'Maybe, I am. But hey... I do my job well... don't I? Yeah that's what I thought. If I want to play around when I am not on the job that's my business. Why do you care? You aren't my old man.' Of course Barret did care, Shinji was quite off-balance with his drug-abuse, and fucking around with many women at a time, that sort of stuff got a boy's mind off of the real job at hand, 'I can deal with it. Just lay off. I don't need to be lectured, I heard all this shit a thousand times as I was growing up in the orphanage, thank you.' But Shinji was good, deep within, too bad he had to die so suddenly. You see he had worked at ShinRa for a while, underneath Hojo as a lab assistant, after seeing what monstrosities the man committed, Shinji had left. Barret had not trusted him, and yet Tifa had thought it wonderful that they could have someone who knew the ShinRa building so well in their group. '...You're taking on a big endeavor here... I'll do what I can...' And he had said that just before leaving the Seventh Heaven bar.
Dark blue eyes were focused on the flyer. �Don't be fooled by Shin-Ra, Makou Energy doesn't last forever! Protectors of the planet, AVALANCHE.� He was busy looking at the flyer and raised an eyebrow with a smirk. �Protectors of the planet, huh? All right. I think that'd work. Good. Yeah.� Several prostitutes were busy staring at this young man. His face was clean and that red scar, which would later plague his eye was non-existent. Michael did not look rich, though he did look decent enough to take care of himself. His black-gloved hand would rip the flyer off the board as he examined it. He would pass by that same flower girl, not paying attention. It may have caught her attention that this 'dashing young man' had passed her by, but he seemed to be occupied at the moment. And he was unaware still that he was being followed by several women, some prostitutes looking for a pay off while other prostitutes were simply hot and aching for a 'real man' like him to make them remember that not all of their biggest sales were ugly, perverted slobs... he was the only decent looking man to come through the slums in AGES. �Let's see. Wall Market shouldn't be far from here. Maybe I should ask for directi--� He stopped in mid sentence as he turned his head to see that he was the attention of what seemed like the whole female chain. They stared at him like a thick, juicy piece of meat with such a look� as if they haven't eaten in three days. Michael was always polite to those of the opposite sex... it wasn't in his blood to be anything else. He was quite startled, though. That charm, which he would never really recognize ever in his long life, was running fairly wildly. He took a deep breath as he brushed some of his dark blue strands of hair aside. He scratched his shoulder, his gloved fingertips making a light squeaking noise when it made contact with the leather fabric of his jacket. On the back, it had in wicked letterings that seemed like blood slashes (but were just well designed), 'X.K.O' along with a black knight below the letters with dark blue hair and crimson red eyes. �Uh... hello ladies and...� He noticed no guys were among the group, and that startled him a little to know that he was being followed. �...ladies. Uh... could one of you... maybe point me in the way of Wall Market?� He wanted to have a quick drink and eat that blue plate special that had gotten around Midgar and to be famous in Sector Six so much. He was quite a long way from there and the train ride would be required to make it there and into the inner parts of Sector 7, which is where he would look around to see if he can find any traces of AVALANCHE.
�...I'll show you the way, honey.� The one wearing the long red coat, which was quite furry, approached him, pushing back the wild and crazed women. She was calm and really didn�t seem mad with lust, in fact she seemed sad almost, the rose perched there on her breast, �...It's a rough town, luve. Better stay on your toes, especially around the likes of these.� She pointed to the women with a long, red fingernail, �They'll take you for all you're worth, even if you are pretty.� She�d notice Shinji walking by, his hands in the pockets of his dark slacks. �Hum... thanks again, sweetheart. I really appreciate it.� She�d say to him. Shinji looked back to her, his hair swishing against his lower back. �See... you in paradise.� He winked his left eye at the blonde-haired woman and she smiled in response, wishing that he'd asked for her services, hell, she would've done him for free. He was quite beautiful, just like this one she was talking to right now, �...I suppose you are new to town, eh?� Gray eyes turned back to Michael, and left hand was resting on a bony hip, �Wall Market is in sector six, angel. Going there to have some fun, eh? All you have to do is take the east-side train. I'll show you where it is.� And so she began to walk, her red dress, cut up the sides showed off her white thighs. He raised an eyebrow. Michael was wise at times, but in other times, he just didn't get it either. He wasn't girl crazy. Hell, he never even thought of the reasons he was pursued so much by those lust crazed women. He looked over to the one who had been talking to him and then to Shinji. He finally realized what type of women they were and he was silenced in a hurry. Coughing to himself he nodded and walked with the one who seemed to have that sad expression. He couldn't tell why she had that look on her face... he wish she didn't. She looked too cute to look so sad. It just didn't seem like her to be that type. As the two were walking toward the train station, he couldn't help but strike up a conversation with the blonde haired one dressed in that long red fur coat who had been so kind to him. �New? I guess you could say that the experience is always new. Anyway, I didn't catch your name ma'am.� Michael's voice was calm, quiet and quite friendly. His dark blue eyes were focused on the woman. Though he was conscious that the other women were of that impure occupation, he was unaware that the kind woman shared the same means of survival. It was the way ones in the slums had to survive... disgusting, but if it put money in your pocket, a roof over your head, and food on the table, you did it. Michael didn't know she did that for a living... considering the girl's attire was somewhat halfway decent... almost a long shot to be a prostitute. � ...Hah.� He was a sweet man, and she knew he hadn't figured out she was a prostitute yet, �My name is whatever you want it to be, sweetie.� She stared at him kindly, her eyes quite lovely with that thick mascara on and dark, scarlet eye shadow. When she told him that, he of course would introduce himself. Though a part of him knew by how she talked about her name, that the possibility that she was� something he was hoping she didn�t HAVE to be� was growing. �My name is Michael. I'm a traveler. I'm not very familiar with this region of the world and I do appreciate you not taking advantage of my cluelessness about the way people are around here. I wanted to see if Midgar was really as bad as they say... and judging from walking through slums for the one-hundredth time, I'm sure things must be pretty bad for the people here. Isn't anyone saying anything to the President? Doesn�t he care about the people?� The walk was a good one and he and his guide conversed. �My darling, you are too innocent. The truth of the matter is, the President does not care. We, as a people, the entire world, are at President ShinRa's whim. He doesn't just run his precious electric company, honey, he runs the world. All we can do, each of us, is try to live however we can. I sell my body, it's the only way I can live.� She said this plainly and without shame, but yet she looked so elegant and spoke so gently to be what she was. This kind of woman was dangerous, for she hid what she was quite well by her looks. He would quickly be on his toes, making sure she didn't take advantage of him either. As cold as it sounds, he didn't want to be made a fool of and be without his gil in which he obtained from slaying waves of monsters outside the city. But his guide would continue on. �...If he was going to do something to help us... he would have done it by now... instead he sends his military out to ensure the citizenry's compliance with ShinRa's rules.� ���Michael realized what kind of world he was in right now. Hopelessness reigned in this nightmarish dreamscape. This world was going to die. Loss. It lived in this woman's eyes, it was ever present in Shinji's expression. This wasn't a fairy-tale place, complete with a castle on a shining hill, the princess waiting for the knight to come and save her. This was hell. The towering reactors were shining above them, continuously drawing in the makou, forever drinking it in, drawing the life-force from the planet, every second of every day. The air was cold and it stank of garbage, there was no silence, all was garish noise. The sky overhead was completely dark, at times illuminated by the reactors and the makou, shimmering a faint lime-green against the metal. Michael was silent for several moments as the two stood there. He looked upon her form. He simply shook his head as he tried to change the subject. �Well, I also came to Midgar to try the blue plate special. Is it any good?� Now this had two meanings here. The blue plate special was either one of two things... one, the Honey Bee Inn stripping special. Or two, the expensive food they served at the restaurant in Wall Market. Hard to tell from his appearance if he wanted to get some lovin' (Hell, if that was the case, she might give it to him right there, but of course, for Michael, it wasn't) or a bite to eat. �Have you tried it? Is it any good?� Oh, the doubled meanings. He STILL wasn't specific about the special, yet... poor Michael wasn't AWARE of the EXISTENCE of two specials. �...Come on now... You can't tell me you came to Midgar just for that.� They were walking slowly, through the evening crowd of people, ignoring the loud, jeering voices, ��you know, I think you probably know this better than anyone� no decent human being would allow people to live like this. I think you came here for something more than just the blue plate special, Michael.� She called him by his name, with a smile, feeling a little hopeful as her gray eyes were still on the dark knight�s form. They would see a group of uniformed men, their attire was dark-blue, each supporting iron-gray helmets, standing a few feet away, the thick HARDEDGE sword strapped to each of their backs, �...Well here we are.� She stopped, pointing over to a rusted sign that read EAST-SIDE STATION, train to sectors six, seven and eight, � ...Whatever reason you came here... I hope things go well for you, luv an--� Despite how dangerous she was, he couldn't help but pity the life she was forced to live. He just looked to her, thinking how many times she had to endure that pain... endure the selling of something that shouldn't need to be sold to survive. He shook his head as he sighed heavily. He was looking up at the train sign before he heard the gunshot. Blood would splatter against Michael's chest� this woman had been shot, and it wasn't on purpose. A fight had broken out between a couple of angry young men and the SOLDIERS. One had pulled out a gun and fired, and the SOLDIER had deflected the bullet with the HARDEDGE blade and had sent it flying right into this woman's back. She crumbled like a broken flower, and her fate was ignored, people walked on, oblivious, their attention on the fight between the symbol of order, SHINRA, and chaos, the young men. Or was it the other way around? � �...I...� She was struggling to speak, but the bullet had pierced her right lung and the blood was flowing up into her mouth. �What?! Oh my God!� He immediately turned and caught her before she fell to the ground. �What... but...!� His eyes were wide as sadness came to his eyes. She was there showing him around. And soon, immense guilt would come over him as well. He looked down on the poor woman... whose life had been tainted for so long... just to survive. She cared enough to show him around... and he... he would have taken that bullet if she wasn't there. He looked down on her and shook his head. �Please don't speak!� He looked at the terrible wound. And as her life was fading, she would see one thing in her eyes -- hope. When she looked at Michael, she was looking at hope. But Michael� anger was within those sapphire blue eyes. Picking up a nearby shard of metal, he flung it like a throwing star at the one who fired the stray bullet, the scrap metal not only decapitating the one responsible, but the SOLDIER who had deflected the bullet. A violent spray of blood and gore would shower the area from his attack as his dark blue eyes were narrowed. Michael could hear Sana and would quickly turn, kneeling down beside her once more as he held her dying form in his arms. �It... was... Sana... my name... it was Sana�� And she was gone, and nobody gave a damn, except maybe one, and he was nothing but a stranger to her. His eyes were wide in surprise when he heard her last words. �S... Sana...!� He kept staring at the slain woman... had he known that he would have led her to her death, he wouldn't have accepted her help. �No...� His eyes were filled with sadness and his teeth were soon clenched tightly as he held the woman in his arms, her blood staining his jacket as he picked her up. �Sana...� He looked down, and closed his eyes as his cross would shake lightly. He would help guide the woman's soul to return to the planet. Though he wasn't experienced or very skilled with it, he would do so... to guide her to peace... to where she would no longer need to do such tainted things to simply survive. He would then look to the flower that she kept with her. He took it and looked closely to it. �A rose.� He said softly as he looked down at her body. �Sana... I...� He didn't know what to say... she was a stranger... someone he never met... a prostitute. Yet, he could see the hell that was life in Midgar in those eyes. When she talked to him and had conversed with him, he knew what was going on here. Keeping the rose close to him, he whispered softly... �Sana... I'll bring down Shin-Ra. I'll make them pay...� He looked to the flower and looked to her body. �You still had hope for this world, though. Even if you said you didn't, you did. Because you kept a reminder with you. And... now, I'll keep it with me... to remind me... that what happened to you... will never happen... to anyone else.� He wouldn't leave her there to rot. He would give her an appropriate burial. She was human... and she deserved it. When he found a spot that wasn't tainted with garbage and ruin, which was difficult but not impossible to locate, he would bury the woman. Taking out his dark sword, he would find a stone slab, carving it into a cross and place it as the tombstone. Carving letters into it, he would write, 'Sana. R.I.P. The day you died in my arms was the day that marked Shin-Ra's end of the death grip on this world... and the day that will ultimately lead to Shin-Ra's demise... and forever gone from this planet... by the hands of Michael Mizuno X.' And Michael would cast a small fire spell to keep the stone and the body from being removed. Saying a prayer, holding his cross, he would lower his head, pray for her soul before taking out the flyer again. He looked to AVALANCHE's advertisement and would nod. �I'll go to Sector Six and ask information about these guys.� He looked down to the grave he made for Sana. �Rest easy. I do this for all the ones who suffered and died like you. I do this... so those like you will never have to suffer again.� And with that said, Michael would turn and board the train, stuffing the flyer back into his jacket pocket and sit down, awaiting his arrival into Sector Six.
�I am soo drunk.� Little did Michael know that his future would involve this nasty young man far too much. He was pale and a large bottle of Madam Butterfly's hard liquor was perched in his left hand. He was leaning on a young woman dressed in what appeared to be a bee costume, his long red hair falling over his eyes, �OHHH... SHIT... I so gotta piss... now. Rude. Where the hell is a shitter around this dump?� Rude, his bald head shining there in the dim light, turned his head slowly towards the drunk, kid. Hell, it really didn't look like he was human by the way he turned his head, damn, must be the terminator in disguise? �There appears to be a restroom located within this sector's bar.� �Fucking great. Take me there, I gotta release this load!� How nasty, if Tseng were here he would've bristled with rage! �...Don't give me that look. I'll be sober when we gotta return to work and we got at least two hours left of off-time. Hey... love... here... you go.� He tossed the 'bee' ten thousand gil. She smirked evilly, �RENO! Do you realize just how much you gave that woman!?� �...Naw... what? It was a couple of gil, a hundred or so. What the hell is your problem? Stop screaming in my ear!� The woman was gone, happily so, the drunk TURK had just given her a fortune, no more working in the honey bee inn for her! �...Man... Rude� you're just going to have to carry me.� �...� Poor Rude, but then that was his life. He picked up the skinny red-haired man and carried him towards the bar, drawing the attention of a few passerbys. One young woman screamed out in laughter, another smirked and slapped her ass at the two, what a vulgar act! But then this was Wall-Market for you! �HEY THAT IS JUST TOO SEXY! I LOVE GAY MEN!!!!!� �...Yeah so do I.� Reno admitted, but then he was half-drunk and didn't realize what he was saying. Rude was now in hell and his pale face was covered with sweat, he staggered along, grimacing, �The things I do for you, Reno.� He could imagine Tseng right now, calm and detached as ever, his immaculate suit free from any one particle of dust, �Rude... it's your job to watch out for that imbecile! If he does something to embarrass me... if President ShinRa�' But Tseng never finished his sentence, Rude had merely nodded in aggreement.
It would not be long before the train would arrive in Sector Six station. The walk was long and he still felt awfully depressed at what happened to poor Sana. He was fortunate enough to buy a new shirt since the old one had been covered with Sana�s innocent blood. The woman's face was still fresh on his mind... as well as her dying words and her dead body in which he respectfully buried. When she was shot and killed, he had killed the SOLDIER who deflected the bullet with a Hardedge Sword with simply a sheet of metal. He threw the metal like a throwing star and had easily decapitated one of the higher ranked SOLDIERs. He finally made it into Wall Market, but through an entrance that would be later sealed to avoid perverts sneaking in later. He turned and saw that the entrance was right near Honey Bee Inn, a place for perverts to go crazy and cute little honey bee hostesses to have to groan and get hit on. He let out a depressed sigh as he looked over to one of the construction crewmembers. �Yo, mack. We're gonna be sealing this entrance soon, so you better get used to this. If you want to get into Wall Market from now on, you're gonna have to take the train to Sector Seven and walk through the south entrance... Unless you have a death wish and live in sector five. You'll have to walk through the ruins where terrible monsters lurk. I'd rather take a stick to the eye than fight those damn things!� Michael glanced over to the train station. He knew it was going to be removed as not many people from the upper sectors would take it to Wall Market. The place seemed too rich for the poorer folks. And all the perverts who waltzed around the city was already LIVING there anyway! �...all right. Thanks for letting me know.� He then reached into his pocket. Funny... there was something else in the flower he took from Sana's body. It appeared to be a membership card into Honey Bee Inn. �Eh...� He looked at the inn nearby, blinking a bit as he shrugged. Poor guy... he didn't know what type of establishment that place was! Walking to the entrance, he showed the membership card. �Might as well take a look inside. Here you go.� And he would be allowed inside, looking around as he glanced at the place. �How odd. What kind of place is this?� He would keep walking around, the dark sword lightly shifting side to side underneath the cover of his black jacket with the bloody slashes 'X.K.O.' letters on the back. He would look around for one of the bee hostesses, going to ask what kind of place this was. Of course, his ear would twitch as he sensed a disturbance nearby. �Huh?� He looked over to where he heard it going on. He then tightened his black gloves and ran toward where he heard some loud activity. Whatever was going on, it sure as hell wasn't quiet. And he had no clue he was going to be doing some rescuing. But of course, he would do it. Why? Because he'll rescue anyone in need... he made his life out of that. Perhaps your typical story book hero? Not even close. He had a darker past to him... a darker intent... but he renounced as much of it as he could and used whatever was left for what he felt were a righteous cause. He had trouble telling that apart at times as his darkness sometimes blinded him from the truth. When he arrived to where the disturbance was occurring, his immediately drew his dark sword, not even thinking twice about it. He planned on making someone either pay or rescue someone he needed some rescuing. The design and wicked sharpness of the blade would startle any man... especially in the hands of someone like Michael. �What's going on here?!�
�Sir!? Let go of me! We don't offer that type of service, sir! We're just hostesses! We'll gladly bring in someone to satisfy your desires, just tell us what you want, but not me� sir... NO STOP!!� The bee hostesses usually didn't sell themselves, they were over handling the customers affairs, such as what type of woman or man they wanted to sleep with, what freaky fetishes they had , how the room should look, etc. Of course this man wanted immediate gratification, which couldn't happen. You had to have a member's card and you had to make an appointment ahead of time, telling the hostesses what you wanted. That was where Sana came in, she was called on a great deal to come into the Honey Bee Inn, mainly because of her lovely face and elegant manner. This man had sneaked in and he was holding the poor hostess in a chokehold, her eyes were wide, �HELP ...ECK� SOMEONE...� Thankfully someone would come! She cried out in surprise as Michael busted into the room! �SIR!!! PLEASE HELP ME! THIS MAN... HE SNEAKED IN AND ATTTACKED ME... HELP!� �The hell!? Mind your own business, you little bastard! I'm gonna do this chick and nobody is gonna stop me. So just leave us the hell alone!� �Aackkkk nooooooooooo!!� She screamed as she was thrown to the ground and the nasty fool climbed ontop of her, while she kicked and continued to scream!
Michael�s eyes were narrowed as he yelled in an angry voice at the pervert who had that choke hold on the poor woman! �Hey! Asshole! Are you deaf?! The woman said get your damn hands off of her!� If there was something that Michael couldn't stand more, was seeing members of the opposite sex being harmed by others of the same sex who couldn't settle down. His teeth were clenched tightly as he darted forward. �ENOUGH!� At the last second, he turned his Dark Sword's blade so it impacted the pervert on the dull end... the sickening power of the dark sword slamming hard into the man's shoulder, promptly and almost too easily breaking it. He would then turn and deliver a spin kick to his face to knock him further back. Michael's eyes were close to going red, but he managed to somehow restrain himself. He glanced at the hostess to calm himself before stomping over to the wounded man, placing his boot on his throat and pressing his weight down on it as his cold dark blue eyes were narrowed. �Oh thank God.� The poor girl breathed hard, her left hand clutching at her bruised throat. She wasn't an angel, but that didn't mean she wasn't worth saving from a rape, �Heh, well I really don't have the right to say that. Thank you, sir. I'm surprised you helped me. Some other guy would've tried to join in on the fun.� She was still breathing hard, the tiny, transparent wings on her back were bent out of shape because the man had pushed her roughly to the floor. �See, you stupid bastard?! If you just kept your dick in your pants, I wouldn't have had to kick the shit out of you! Now what do you gotta say, HUH?!� He pressed his weight further on his throat as he was angry as hell. He reached to a dagger he carried at his belt and tossed it over to the hostess. �Heh. Do me a favor. Since this guy wants you to give attention to his head, use that little tool to do it. After all, where I come from, the price of rape or attempted rape is your manhood... which is why I don't do it myself. Now I'm absolutely sure you would love the honor of doing it, hmm?� He made sure to level his weight. The man couldn't move with Michael's over aggressive position on his throat and he looked to the hostess. All the females he knew in his life who were either raped or attempted rape victims told him all the same thing. If they had a chance, they would cut the rapist's nuts/manhood off. And he wanted to give this girl her wish... because if they allowed this man to go unscathed, she could become a victim when Michael wasn't there... perhaps even worse! So his solution? Get to the heart of the matter... this ass clown definitely won't be doing this to another person after they got through with him. She stared at the dagger he tossed to her, holding it in her small hands, �...I� I can't do it...even after what happened. Sorry. I guess you think I am a little coward. Here. You do whatever you want to him, I'll let you act in my place! Just take him out of here, I can't have my boss coming in here and finding this scene unfolding. Thanks for helping. You have a member's card, right? Please say you do! Come back some other time and I'll take care of you, all right sweetie? It'll be my pleasure. Just ask for, Bambe.� She was still shaking, her naked back red and slightly bruised. Quickly she departed the room, leaving the door closed by unlocked. She'd made sure no one would walk in on them.
Michael grinned as he let his foot off his throat. �You are one unlucky bastard. She told me I could butcher you anyway I want. What do you say to that, Rambo?� He grinned as he sheathed his dark sword and tightened the glove of his right hand. His dark blue eyes were glaring upon him as he had such horrible things planned out for this disgusting pervert. �Come now. I know the Honey Bee girls are hot. Bambe was quite cute too. But that gives you no right to take advantage of her. Hell, just ask and she'll get someone to help you. But judging from your looks, you don't have a member card, do you?� He grinned. �Guess that means you gotta pay a price. So what will it be, ass clown?� That evil smirk came across Michael's lips. Sick. Sadistic. Unforgiving. He was gonna do more than just hurt this guy. He was going to give him torture beyond torture before he drug his disgusting, repulsive body out in a body bag.
More to come soon!
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The Seventh Fantasy...
�Hey... you look lonely, baby. Need someone to be with you tonight?� �...No... I don't.� And he didn't. Shinji had no idea he was soon to die, and maybe that was for the best. �...Here...I don't need it.� He placed the flower in the prostitutes hand, she gasped and stared at it, �...It'll look nice with your coat.� His voice was soft, almost gentle and she stared back at him, her eyes wide, �Thank you honey... I� I haven't seen one of these... since I was a... a little girl... back in...� �....Yeah...well...consider it a gift.� He was gazing at the ground, trying to steel his nerves. Tonight he would infiltrate SHINRA Headquarters and steal the codes for Makou Reactor 1, then he'd play the delivery boy and wait for Tifa at their designated meeting spot, 'It'll be no problem, beautiful. Just leave it to me.' Yes, that was what he had said, much to the dislike of a certain black man who really hated Shinji because he was a damn playboy bastard, 'Maybe, I am. But hey... I do my job well... don't I? Yeah that's what I thought. If I want to play around when I am not on the job that's my business. Why do you care? You aren't my old man.' Of course Barret did care, Shinji was quite off-balance with his drug-abuse, and fucking around with many women at a time, that sort of stuff got a boy's mind off of the real job at hand, 'I can deal with it. Just lay off. I don't need to be lectured, I heard all this shit a thousand times as I was growing up in the orphanage, thank you.' But Shinji was good, deep within, too bad he had to die so suddenly. You see he had worked at ShinRa for a while, underneath Hojo as a lab assistant, after seeing what monstrosities the man committed, Shinji had left. Barret had not trusted him, and yet Tifa had thought it wonderful that they could have someone who knew the ShinRa building so well in their group. '...You're taking on a big endeavor here... I'll do what I can...' And he had said that just before leaving the Seventh Heaven bar.
Dark blue eyes were focused on the flyer. �Don't be fooled by Shin-Ra, Makou Energy doesn't last forever! Protectors of the planet, AVALANCHE.� He was busy looking at the flyer and raised an eyebrow with a smirk. �Protectors of the planet, huh? All right. I think that'd work. Good. Yeah.� Several prostitutes were busy staring at this young man. His face was clean and that red scar, which would later plague his eye was non-existent. Michael did not look rich, though he did look decent enough to take care of himself. His black-gloved hand would rip the flyer off the board as he examined it. He would pass by that same flower girl, not paying attention. It may have caught her attention that this 'dashing young man' had passed her by, but he seemed to be occupied at the moment. And he was unaware still that he was being followed by several women, some prostitutes looking for a pay off while other prostitutes were simply hot and aching for a 'real man' like him to make them remember that not all of their biggest sales were ugly, perverted slobs... he was the only decent looking man to come through the slums in AGES. �Let's see. Wall Market shouldn't be far from here. Maybe I should ask for directi--� He stopped in mid sentence as he turned his head to see that he was the attention of what seemed like the whole female chain. They stared at him like a thick, juicy piece of meat with such a look� as if they haven't eaten in three days. Michael was always polite to those of the opposite sex... it wasn't in his blood to be anything else. He was quite startled, though. That charm, which he would never really recognize ever in his long life, was running fairly wildly. He took a deep breath as he brushed some of his dark blue strands of hair aside. He scratched his shoulder, his gloved fingertips making a light squeaking noise when it made contact with the leather fabric of his jacket. On the back, it had in wicked letterings that seemed like blood slashes (but were just well designed), 'X.K.O' along with a black knight below the letters with dark blue hair and crimson red eyes. �Uh... hello ladies and...� He noticed no guys were among the group, and that startled him a little to know that he was being followed. �...ladies. Uh... could one of you... maybe point me in the way of Wall Market?� He wanted to have a quick drink and eat that blue plate special that had gotten around Midgar and to be famous in Sector Six so much. He was quite a long way from there and the train ride would be required to make it there and into the inner parts of Sector 7, which is where he would look around to see if he can find any traces of AVALANCHE.
�...I'll show you the way, honey.� The one wearing the long red coat, which was quite furry, approached him, pushing back the wild and crazed women. She was calm and really didn�t seem mad with lust, in fact she seemed sad almost, the rose perched there on her breast, �...It's a rough town, luve. Better stay on your toes, especially around the likes of these.� She pointed to the women with a long, red fingernail, �They'll take you for all you're worth, even if you are pretty.� She�d notice Shinji walking by, his hands in the pockets of his dark slacks. �Hum... thanks again, sweetheart. I really appreciate it.� She�d say to him. Shinji looked back to her, his hair swishing against his lower back. �See... you in paradise.� He winked his left eye at the blonde-haired woman and she smiled in response, wishing that he'd asked for her services, hell, she would've done him for free. He was quite beautiful, just like this one she was talking to right now, �...I suppose you are new to town, eh?� Gray eyes turned back to Michael, and left hand was resting on a bony hip, �Wall Market is in sector six, angel. Going there to have some fun, eh? All you have to do is take the east-side train. I'll show you where it is.� And so she began to walk, her red dress, cut up the sides showed off her white thighs. He raised an eyebrow. Michael was wise at times, but in other times, he just didn't get it either. He wasn't girl crazy. Hell, he never even thought of the reasons he was pursued so much by those lust crazed women. He looked over to the one who had been talking to him and then to Shinji. He finally realized what type of women they were and he was silenced in a hurry. Coughing to himself he nodded and walked with the one who seemed to have that sad expression. He couldn't tell why she had that look on her face... he wish she didn't. She looked too cute to look so sad. It just didn't seem like her to be that type. As the two were walking toward the train station, he couldn't help but strike up a conversation with the blonde haired one dressed in that long red fur coat who had been so kind to him. �New? I guess you could say that the experience is always new. Anyway, I didn't catch your name ma'am.� Michael's voice was calm, quiet and quite friendly. His dark blue eyes were focused on the woman. Though he was conscious that the other women were of that impure occupation, he was unaware that the kind woman shared the same means of survival. It was the way ones in the slums had to survive... disgusting, but if it put money in your pocket, a roof over your head, and food on the table, you did it. Michael didn't know she did that for a living... considering the girl's attire was somewhat halfway decent... almost a long shot to be a prostitute. � ...Hah.� He was a sweet man, and she knew he hadn't figured out she was a prostitute yet, �My name is whatever you want it to be, sweetie.� She stared at him kindly, her eyes quite lovely with that thick mascara on and dark, scarlet eye shadow. When she told him that, he of course would introduce himself. Though a part of him knew by how she talked about her name, that the possibility that she was� something he was hoping she didn�t HAVE to be� was growing. �My name is Michael. I'm a traveler. I'm not very familiar with this region of the world and I do appreciate you not taking advantage of my cluelessness about the way people are around here. I wanted to see if Midgar was really as bad as they say... and judging from walking through slums for the one-hundredth time, I'm sure things must be pretty bad for the people here. Isn't anyone saying anything to the President? Doesn�t he care about the people?� The walk was a good one and he and his guide conversed. �My darling, you are too innocent. The truth of the matter is, the President does not care. We, as a people, the entire world, are at President ShinRa's whim. He doesn't just run his precious electric company, honey, he runs the world. All we can do, each of us, is try to live however we can. I sell my body, it's the only way I can live.� She said this plainly and without shame, but yet she looked so elegant and spoke so gently to be what she was. This kind of woman was dangerous, for she hid what she was quite well by her looks. He would quickly be on his toes, making sure she didn't take advantage of him either. As cold as it sounds, he didn't want to be made a fool of and be without his gil in which he obtained from slaying waves of monsters outside the city. But his guide would continue on. �...If he was going to do something to help us... he would have done it by now... instead he sends his military out to ensure the citizenry's compliance with ShinRa's rules.� ���Michael realized what kind of world he was in right now. Hopelessness reigned in this nightmarish dreamscape. This world was going to die. Loss. It lived in this woman's eyes, it was ever present in Shinji's expression. This wasn't a fairy-tale place, complete with a castle on a shining hill, the princess waiting for the knight to come and save her. This was hell. The towering reactors were shining above them, continuously drawing in the makou, forever drinking it in, drawing the life-force from the planet, every second of every day. The air was cold and it stank of garbage, there was no silence, all was garish noise. The sky overhead was completely dark, at times illuminated by the reactors and the makou, shimmering a faint lime-green against the metal. Michael was silent for several moments as the two stood there. He looked upon her form. He simply shook his head as he tried to change the subject. �Well, I also came to Midgar to try the blue plate special. Is it any good?� Now this had two meanings here. The blue plate special was either one of two things... one, the Honey Bee Inn stripping special. Or two, the expensive food they served at the restaurant in Wall Market. Hard to tell from his appearance if he wanted to get some lovin' (Hell, if that was the case, she might give it to him right there, but of course, for Michael, it wasn't) or a bite to eat. �Have you tried it? Is it any good?� Oh, the doubled meanings. He STILL wasn't specific about the special, yet... poor Michael wasn't AWARE of the EXISTENCE of two specials. �...Come on now... You can't tell me you came to Midgar just for that.� They were walking slowly, through the evening crowd of people, ignoring the loud, jeering voices, ��you know, I think you probably know this better than anyone� no decent human being would allow people to live like this. I think you came here for something more than just the blue plate special, Michael.� She called him by his name, with a smile, feeling a little hopeful as her gray eyes were still on the dark knight�s form. They would see a group of uniformed men, their attire was dark-blue, each supporting iron-gray helmets, standing a few feet away, the thick HARDEDGE sword strapped to each of their backs, �...Well here we are.� She stopped, pointing over to a rusted sign that read EAST-SIDE STATION, train to sectors six, seven and eight, � ...Whatever reason you came here... I hope things go well for you, luv an--� Despite how dangerous she was, he couldn't help but pity the life she was forced to live. He just looked to her, thinking how many times she had to endure that pain... endure the selling of something that shouldn't need to be sold to survive. He shook his head as he sighed heavily. He was looking up at the train sign before he heard the gunshot. Blood would splatter against Michael's chest� this woman had been shot, and it wasn't on purpose. A fight had broken out between a couple of angry young men and the SOLDIERS. One had pulled out a gun and fired, and the SOLDIER had deflected the bullet with the HARDEDGE blade and had sent it flying right into this woman's back. She crumbled like a broken flower, and her fate was ignored, people walked on, oblivious, their attention on the fight between the symbol of order, SHINRA, and chaos, the young men. Or was it the other way around? � �...I...� She was struggling to speak, but the bullet had pierced her right lung and the blood was flowing up into her mouth. �What?! Oh my God!� He immediately turned and caught her before she fell to the ground. �What... but...!� His eyes were wide as sadness came to his eyes. She was there showing him around. And soon, immense guilt would come over him as well. He looked down on the poor woman... whose life had been tainted for so long... just to survive. She cared enough to show him around... and he... he would have taken that bullet if she wasn't there. He looked down on her and shook his head. �Please don't speak!� He looked at the terrible wound. And as her life was fading, she would see one thing in her eyes -- hope. When she looked at Michael, she was looking at hope. But Michael� anger was within those sapphire blue eyes. Picking up a nearby shard of metal, he flung it like a throwing star at the one who fired the stray bullet, the scrap metal not only decapitating the one responsible, but the SOLDIER who had deflected the bullet. A violent spray of blood and gore would shower the area from his attack as his dark blue eyes were narrowed. Michael could hear Sana and would quickly turn, kneeling down beside her once more as he held her dying form in his arms. �It... was... Sana... my name... it was Sana�� And she was gone, and nobody gave a damn, except maybe one, and he was nothing but a stranger to her. His eyes were wide in surprise when he heard her last words. �S... Sana...!� He kept staring at the slain woman... had he known that he would have led her to her death, he wouldn't have accepted her help. �No...� His eyes were filled with sadness and his teeth were soon clenched tightly as he held the woman in his arms, her blood staining his jacket as he picked her up. �Sana...� He looked down, and closed his eyes as his cross would shake lightly. He would help guide the woman's soul to return to the planet. Though he wasn't experienced or very skilled with it, he would do so... to guide her to peace... to where she would no longer need to do such tainted things to simply survive. He would then look to the flower that she kept with her. He took it and looked closely to it. �A rose.� He said softly as he looked down at her body. �Sana... I...� He didn't know what to say... she was a stranger... someone he never met... a prostitute. Yet, he could see the hell that was life in Midgar in those eyes. When she talked to him and had conversed with him, he knew what was going on here. Keeping the rose close to him, he whispered softly... �Sana... I'll bring down Shin-Ra. I'll make them pay...� He looked to the flower and looked to her body. �You still had hope for this world, though. Even if you said you didn't, you did. Because you kept a reminder with you. And... now, I'll keep it with me... to remind me... that what happened to you... will never happen... to anyone else.� He wouldn't leave her there to rot. He would give her an appropriate burial. She was human... and she deserved it. When he found a spot that wasn't tainted with garbage and ruin, which was difficult but not impossible to locate, he would bury the woman. Taking out his dark sword, he would find a stone slab, carving it into a cross and place it as the tombstone. Carving letters into it, he would write, 'Sana. R.I.P. The day you died in my arms was the day that marked Shin-Ra's end of the death grip on this world... and the day that will ultimately lead to Shin-Ra's demise... and forever gone from this planet... by the hands of Michael Mizuno X.' And Michael would cast a small fire spell to keep the stone and the body from being removed. Saying a prayer, holding his cross, he would lower his head, pray for her soul before taking out the flyer again. He looked to AVALANCHE's advertisement and would nod. �I'll go to Sector Six and ask information about these guys.� He looked down to the grave he made for Sana. �Rest easy. I do this for all the ones who suffered and died like you. I do this... so those like you will never have to suffer again.� And with that said, Michael would turn and board the train, stuffing the flyer back into his jacket pocket and sit down, awaiting his arrival into Sector Six.
�I am soo drunk.� Little did Michael know that his future would involve this nasty young man far too much. He was pale and a large bottle of Madam Butterfly's hard liquor was perched in his left hand. He was leaning on a young woman dressed in what appeared to be a bee costume, his long red hair falling over his eyes, �OHHH... SHIT... I so gotta piss... now. Rude. Where the hell is a shitter around this dump?� Rude, his bald head shining there in the dim light, turned his head slowly towards the drunk, kid. Hell, it really didn't look like he was human by the way he turned his head, damn, must be the terminator in disguise? �There appears to be a restroom located within this sector's bar.� �Fucking great. Take me there, I gotta release this load!� How nasty, if Tseng were here he would've bristled with rage! �...Don't give me that look. I'll be sober when we gotta return to work and we got at least two hours left of off-time. Hey... love... here... you go.� He tossed the 'bee' ten thousand gil. She smirked evilly, �RENO! Do you realize just how much you gave that woman!?� �...Naw... what? It was a couple of gil, a hundred or so. What the hell is your problem? Stop screaming in my ear!� The woman was gone, happily so, the drunk TURK had just given her a fortune, no more working in the honey bee inn for her! �...Man... Rude� you're just going to have to carry me.� �...� Poor Rude, but then that was his life. He picked up the skinny red-haired man and carried him towards the bar, drawing the attention of a few passerbys. One young woman screamed out in laughter, another smirked and slapped her ass at the two, what a vulgar act! But then this was Wall-Market for you! �HEY THAT IS JUST TOO SEXY! I LOVE GAY MEN!!!!!� �...Yeah so do I.� Reno admitted, but then he was half-drunk and didn't realize what he was saying. Rude was now in hell and his pale face was covered with sweat, he staggered along, grimacing, �The things I do for you, Reno.� He could imagine Tseng right now, calm and detached as ever, his immaculate suit free from any one particle of dust, �Rude... it's your job to watch out for that imbecile! If he does something to embarrass me... if President ShinRa�' But Tseng never finished his sentence, Rude had merely nodded in aggreement.
It would not be long before the train would arrive in Sector Six station. The walk was long and he still felt awfully depressed at what happened to poor Sana. He was fortunate enough to buy a new shirt since the old one had been covered with Sana�s innocent blood. The woman's face was still fresh on his mind... as well as her dying words and her dead body in which he respectfully buried. When she was shot and killed, he had killed the SOLDIER who deflected the bullet with a Hardedge Sword with simply a sheet of metal. He threw the metal like a throwing star and had easily decapitated one of the higher ranked SOLDIERs. He finally made it into Wall Market, but through an entrance that would be later sealed to avoid perverts sneaking in later. He turned and saw that the entrance was right near Honey Bee Inn, a place for perverts to go crazy and cute little honey bee hostesses to have to groan and get hit on. He let out a depressed sigh as he looked over to one of the construction crewmembers. �Yo, mack. We're gonna be sealing this entrance soon, so you better get used to this. If you want to get into Wall Market from now on, you're gonna have to take the train to Sector Seven and walk through the south entrance... Unless you have a death wish and live in sector five. You'll have to walk through the ruins where terrible monsters lurk. I'd rather take a stick to the eye than fight those damn things!� Michael glanced over to the train station. He knew it was going to be removed as not many people from the upper sectors would take it to Wall Market. The place seemed too rich for the poorer folks. And all the perverts who waltzed around the city was already LIVING there anyway! �...all right. Thanks for letting me know.� He then reached into his pocket. Funny... there was something else in the flower he took from Sana's body. It appeared to be a membership card into Honey Bee Inn. �Eh...� He looked at the inn nearby, blinking a bit as he shrugged. Poor guy... he didn't know what type of establishment that place was! Walking to the entrance, he showed the membership card. �Might as well take a look inside. Here you go.� And he would be allowed inside, looking around as he glanced at the place. �How odd. What kind of place is this?� He would keep walking around, the dark sword lightly shifting side to side underneath the cover of his black jacket with the bloody slashes 'X.K.O.' letters on the back. He would look around for one of the bee hostesses, going to ask what kind of place this was. Of course, his ear would twitch as he sensed a disturbance nearby. �Huh?� He looked over to where he heard it going on. He then tightened his black gloves and ran toward where he heard some loud activity. Whatever was going on, it sure as hell wasn't quiet. And he had no clue he was going to be doing some rescuing. But of course, he would do it. Why? Because he'll rescue anyone in need... he made his life out of that. Perhaps your typical story book hero? Not even close. He had a darker past to him... a darker intent... but he renounced as much of it as he could and used whatever was left for what he felt were a righteous cause. He had trouble telling that apart at times as his darkness sometimes blinded him from the truth. When he arrived to where the disturbance was occurring, his immediately drew his dark sword, not even thinking twice about it. He planned on making someone either pay or rescue someone he needed some rescuing. The design and wicked sharpness of the blade would startle any man... especially in the hands of someone like Michael. �What's going on here?!�
�Sir!? Let go of me! We don't offer that type of service, sir! We're just hostesses! We'll gladly bring in someone to satisfy your desires, just tell us what you want, but not me� sir... NO STOP!!� The bee hostesses usually didn't sell themselves, they were over handling the customers affairs, such as what type of woman or man they wanted to sleep with, what freaky fetishes they had , how the room should look, etc. Of course this man wanted immediate gratification, which couldn't happen. You had to have a member's card and you had to make an appointment ahead of time, telling the hostesses what you wanted. That was where Sana came in, she was called on a great deal to come into the Honey Bee Inn, mainly because of her lovely face and elegant manner. This man had sneaked in and he was holding the poor hostess in a chokehold, her eyes were wide, �HELP ...ECK� SOMEONE...� Thankfully someone would come! She cried out in surprise as Michael busted into the room! �SIR!!! PLEASE HELP ME! THIS MAN... HE SNEAKED IN AND ATTTACKED ME... HELP!� �The hell!? Mind your own business, you little bastard! I'm gonna do this chick and nobody is gonna stop me. So just leave us the hell alone!� �Aackkkk nooooooooooo!!� She screamed as she was thrown to the ground and the nasty fool climbed ontop of her, while she kicked and continued to scream!
Michael�s eyes were narrowed as he yelled in an angry voice at the pervert who had that choke hold on the poor woman! �Hey! Asshole! Are you deaf?! The woman said get your damn hands off of her!� If there was something that Michael couldn't stand more, was seeing members of the opposite sex being harmed by others of the same sex who couldn't settle down. His teeth were clenched tightly as he darted forward. �ENOUGH!� At the last second, he turned his Dark Sword's blade so it impacted the pervert on the dull end... the sickening power of the dark sword slamming hard into the man's shoulder, promptly and almost too easily breaking it. He would then turn and deliver a spin kick to his face to knock him further back. Michael's eyes were close to going red, but he managed to somehow restrain himself. He glanced at the hostess to calm himself before stomping over to the wounded man, placing his boot on his throat and pressing his weight down on it as his cold dark blue eyes were narrowed. �Oh thank God.� The poor girl breathed hard, her left hand clutching at her bruised throat. She wasn't an angel, but that didn't mean she wasn't worth saving from a rape, �Heh, well I really don't have the right to say that. Thank you, sir. I'm surprised you helped me. Some other guy would've tried to join in on the fun.� She was still breathing hard, the tiny, transparent wings on her back were bent out of shape because the man had pushed her roughly to the floor. �See, you stupid bastard?! If you just kept your dick in your pants, I wouldn't have had to kick the shit out of you! Now what do you gotta say, HUH?!� He pressed his weight further on his throat as he was angry as hell. He reached to a dagger he carried at his belt and tossed it over to the hostess. �Heh. Do me a favor. Since this guy wants you to give attention to his head, use that little tool to do it. After all, where I come from, the price of rape or attempted rape is your manhood... which is why I don't do it myself. Now I'm absolutely sure you would love the honor of doing it, hmm?� He made sure to level his weight. The man couldn't move with Michael's over aggressive position on his throat and he looked to the hostess. All the females he knew in his life who were either raped or attempted rape victims told him all the same thing. If they had a chance, they would cut the rapist's nuts/manhood off. And he wanted to give this girl her wish... because if they allowed this man to go unscathed, she could become a victim when Michael wasn't there... perhaps even worse! So his solution? Get to the heart of the matter... this ass clown definitely won't be doing this to another person after they got through with him. She stared at the dagger he tossed to her, holding it in her small hands, �...I� I can't do it...even after what happened. Sorry. I guess you think I am a little coward. Here. You do whatever you want to him, I'll let you act in my place! Just take him out of here, I can't have my boss coming in here and finding this scene unfolding. Thanks for helping. You have a member's card, right? Please say you do! Come back some other time and I'll take care of you, all right sweetie? It'll be my pleasure. Just ask for, Bambe.� She was still shaking, her naked back red and slightly bruised. Quickly she departed the room, leaving the door closed by unlocked. She'd made sure no one would walk in on them.
Michael grinned as he let his foot off his throat. �You are one unlucky bastard. She told me I could butcher you anyway I want. What do you say to that, Rambo?� He grinned as he sheathed his dark sword and tightened the glove of his right hand. His dark blue eyes were glaring upon him as he had such horrible things planned out for this disgusting pervert. �Come now. I know the Honey Bee girls are hot. Bambe was quite cute too. But that gives you no right to take advantage of her. Hell, just ask and she'll get someone to help you. But judging from your looks, you don't have a member card, do you?� He grinned. �Guess that means you gotta pay a price. So what will it be, ass clown?� That evil smirk came across Michael's lips. Sick. Sadistic. Unforgiving. He was gonna do more than just hurt this guy. He was going to give him torture beyond torture before he drug his disgusting, repulsive body out in a body bag.
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