Author:  Kira-chan
Part: Sequel to Damaged Souls
Disclaimer:  I own not. Not making any money either
Pairings: CloudxVincent, eventual CxVxS
Summery:  “And the Sephy came back the very next daaaaaayâ€?  Guess
who’s
back?
Returned to accomplish a mission.  But it’s not what the gang thinks

it is.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hmm The rating IS for the lime that will be in here.
Language
where needed,
otherwise a pretty clean fic.

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“ There, I have finally done it.  What you ask? ‘Tis simple really.

The healing of my
current wielder’s Soul.  I have set in motion the events that will
completely
heal him and
those closest to him.  It was no easy task to set up, I assure you.
After
all my Mistress
was loath to part with him at the this time, not after getting back.
She
never got to know
this child of hers.  Stolen from her before his birth by that foreign
hag.
Even though her
blood, perverted by human science, ran through his vains.  He was
still
set apart from her
by that Alien WITCH.  Jenova.â€?

The melodic female voice stops her narration and looks at her
audience.
She saw their
confusion written on their faces.  She chuckled good naturedly.

“Hmmm I’ve seem to have  lost you.  Do not worry little ones, all
will
come clear shortly.
Now who is my mistress you ask?  Why the planet! Duh!
Yet I say I
have a wielder?
Why yes I do, Your point?  I can’t have
both!?  Hmm well I can.  I
guess I should
introduce myself eh?  I am the Ultima WEAPON.  The ultimate weapon
and
Guardian of
the Planet.  I have had many wielders.  Cecil the white Paladin, King
Edgar
Figaro and
his knight Companion to name a few. My theory was proven right about
that
last one.
But that’s a different tale. Heh.  With their help an courage
I have
protected my Mistress
to the best of my abilities, when she finally decides to utilize me
that
is.

Eh?  Everybody knows that the Ultima weapon is just a sword???  That
IS
the form I
usually take. There is no need for them to know they wield a sentient
weapon.
Such
knowledge would be detrimental to my duties.  Oh and call me a dumb
Onna
again and
I’ll throw Ya into the life stream.�

Her gold and silver cat like eyes glare at the offender until he
cringes
back.  Her gaze
shifts to the others in her audience, “No more interruptions.
Understand?�
They not and
settle down.

Smirking slightly, she leaned back in her easy boy chair, after
making
sure her white
wings where safely out of the way.

“Now, I’ve helped kill Kefka, Gobelez (sp?) in Cecil’s time and many
=

others who got in
my way.  But never have I killed somebody then pleaded with my
mistress
for their
release.  Until now.  *sighs*  When the wishes and soul searing agony
of
my current
wielder became too great to ignore.  His and his mate’s pain
reverberates
though me,
making it so that I have no choice but to help in any way I can.
Nani?
who is my wielder,
you ask?  I didn’t tell you that yet?  Damn I must be getting old.
Oi!
I didn’t here you
brat. What was that about dinosaurs?  Didn’t your mother ever tell
you
NOT to comment
on a ladies age?  What Lady?  I can have ya grounded ya know!  Don’t

look at me like
that or would you like to spend some time in the life stream?�

She glared at him, not disarmed at all by his charming
grin, “Whatever!
anywho my
current weilder ... Well he’s got blond spiky hair, a verrry fine
visique,
I’m not at all
surprised that Vincent fell hard for the bishioen, And his name is
Cloud
Strife.....

TBC