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At first when Chris was listening he was a bit disappointed. His brother wasn't crazy. On the other hand he didn't recall a Sane, but his brother was Zane. So it was a close resemblance of name.

"That doesn't sound like him." Chris said frowning a tiny bit. "But if I find him eventually.. he might know." With that he shrugged it off for now. I am content where I am now... I search later..

He was happy with his cooking.. though he realized he forgot to put some of the Kuriel pepper in, so it was missing the extra twang that he learned gave a great taste. But it was perfect for the classic taste of the one Shin and himself would make.

Lying on a bed in an inn at Corel, Rajossi Noire was feeling severely ill.
He had had to make a stop here after having finally made the horrid sea journey to this continent.

The worse part is I cant even remember getting on the boat.

He thought to himself.

Hell, I don’t even know where I was the week before that.

Before waking up on the boat to Masicar with what he assumed was sea-sickness, he had been in on his way the Midgar ruins (after having stopped at Asgard) because he had wanted to see the ruins of the great metropolis for himself, not satisfied with simple descriptions in books.

Trying to focus just for a moment away from the extreme exhaustion and the nausea he felt, he found something knew brewing up in his mind.

Panic.

Just how HAD he blacked out for what he assumed was close to 2 to 3 whole weeks and ended up here?

And why here?

Cutting his own mental question off before his mind had finished phrasing it he knew the answer with a sinking feeling.

"Took you long enough to figure it out" someone seemed to whisper in his ear.

He had been right.

"Oh but of course, you are after all so often so good at getting the right answer aren’t you?" the voice whispered in what sounded like an almost strained voice, the malicious intent still clear however in its comment.

But how had this happened?

Sure he had lost control enough before now but never for more than an hour or so. We where talking about THREE WEEKS here.

"Well the answer should be pretty obvious shouldn’t it?
Cant you see?
You don’t call the shots for much longer boy"

Speaking aloud without even realising it, Rajossi retorted (slightly discoserted afterwards by his own bitterness in his reply):

"Maybe its worth it if it makes you tied, go on, take control again, be my guest, knock yourself out, better yet, go die of exhaustion, you worthless leach."

"Oh but you know I wont do that, don’t you?"

"One can always hope."

"Are these the thanks I get for exhausting myself bring you to a lovely little holiday resort-"

"WHAT the hell are you on about? We may as well be in a coal mine."

"Oh don’t worry, I realise when I'm not wanted, though, you better watch your back, I don’t want to wake up to find a blade in the back of this body, that would be rather.... inconvenient."

The voice, (no, the voice was what he used to call it, he knew know Kormea was it's name) spoke no more after that, Rajossi knew he needed to find out how to take care of this rising problem, and fast. But even with his extensive knowledge and after conducting as much research as possible, (though that was hard with so few archives more than 50 years old) he could not figure out who or what the voice was, or for that matter how it had got where it was and why it was there.

He sighed.

He felt something hard dig into his side.

He glanced at his hand.

The panic stepped up a notch.

There was a strange gauntlet attached to his hand.

Rajossi flicked his wrist.

He had to stifle a shout of alarm as two blades seemed to materialise themselves from no where, attached firmly to the gauntlet.

Rajossi knew he hadn’t had this 3 weeks ago.

However, instead of disposing of it, he kept it, as much as he hated to admit it to himself, Kormea had rarely (had he ever?) been wrong. Rajossi had the uncomfortable feeling about what awaited him as he slid out of bed, he nausea gone with Kormea's voice as he wandered into the wilds outside of Corel.

About 10 minuets out of Corel, he opened his backpack and drew out the map he kept in the side pocket.

Where was it?

Where was then closest inhabited area to Corel? (apart from the Golden Chocobo which seemed as inviting as a shot of cyanide to him)

Ah, Costa Del Sol, maybe a bit of a tourist trap, probably ridiculously busy and packed, but maybe with some luck there would be a large library there (it was after all a city) perhaps he could stock up and try to find a way to get to Cosmo Canyon afterwards...

Either way there was no way he was staying in Corel with the memories it was invoking.

His fringe blowing around his face in the wind, (annoying him severely), the smell of fresh air finally upon him (due the winds blowing towards rather than away from Corel) he walked on into the wilds of the Masicar continent......

Chris nodded a little bit. "Hey Clouse.. good meeting you. Mayhap we will meet again." He said nodding a little. "And it was good meeting you also Mrs. Mural." Chris added with a little smile. I wonder what mom wants to talk about..

Chris was thinking about a lot of things at this point. And that guy.. Clouse. Now he recognized him ever so slightly. He sure had fixed things him and Dart broke on occasion. But usually when something was broken it wasn't Chris' fault. But usually wasn't never. A tinge of sadness touched his heart again but he dismissed it again. There would be time for mourning.. but that wasn't tonight.

on the edge of the smoldering ruins of many buildings stands two people one a teenager of 19 and the other his father "this is my fault" says the boy sadly "No musa dont say that you couldnt have done anything even if you were here". "you might be right but if I had been here I might have been able to help more people escape at the least" musa says "..." his father stays quiet staring at the ruins. "Dad im going to find the people that did this and get revenge" musa says his voice getting stronger "No they are much too powerful, the materia they posses would prevent you from even getting close to them"his father says sternly "I dont care! I wont be able to live with myself unless I go, I...I'll collect materia too and destroy every last one of them!" "...If it will allow you to regain the honor you have lost... but dont come back without proof of your victory" his father says. "yes sir I wont come back until then i promise" musa dashes off leaving his father to stare at the remains of the buildings alone.

Leon woke up lying there in the forest still gripping Tal's scythe, dried blood covering the right half of his face. "Damned curse." He said reaching up to his face. "Well, well old man your still alive." Leon said more than asked. "Lets say we both lucked out, but I'm curiuos as to whats happening in Junon right now, for them to let us go, it must be somthing big." Leon looked down at his left hand. "Hmmm.... I wonder if they'll mind me keeping this?" Turning over the scythe several times, examining it. "Damn it's heavy, this'll take awhile to get used to." Leon went over to Dahn and pulled a potion out of his pack. " You survived Diablos, consider yourself lucky." He un-stoppered the bottle. " Your gonna need this." Leon said, helping Dahn sit up and putting the open end in his mouth.

Shin smiled and nodded walking them out the door.

"Well I'm sure we'd love to take you up on that offer sometime. It was fun, thank you."

She went back inside and sighed heavily, though she suddenly stood alert as her mom walked out he kitchen patting Chris on the back on her way around. Her mom stretched and grunted contently.

"Quite and eventful day no? Well this means it's time for some rest then, much to reflect on..."

With that, she headed upstairs innocently and closed the door behind her. Shin, speechless and frustrated, rebelled.

"Ma!!! What the heck!? You were just saying about-" "G'night Shin! G'night Chris! Stay the night! You can share the room with Shin... She likes your body warmth!!!" "MOM!!!!"

Shin's face turned red and her eyes grew as she quickly turned away from Chris.

"You're good friends... I'm sure you still have much to discuss anyways! May Leviathan watch ov-" "Oh can't you wait!?!""There are times when the Gods can spare no patience!" "Yeah.. Leviathan blesses to you to then.." She gumbled more to herself. " AND Chris!"

Shin stared up the stares a bit then marched into the kitchen to clean up grumbling as she went. Ah... Family.

Chris couldn't help but blush a slight tinge. "Night mom." He said as she went up the stairs. Though it was certain that Chris didn't know if he should be laughing because of her mother's comment, or slightly embarrassed. At least thoughts stayed relatively secret though.

... I wonder if it's true?... eh.. asking wouldn't be the brightest idea...

Carefully he grabbed the dishes in a balancing act from the table, careful not to spill anything onto the table. And step by step with feigned grace he got them to the kitchen and set everything down piece by piece. Though one of the glasses began to drop and he managed to catch it before it even dropped half a foot. (Slightly faster than any person could do.)

"Shin... are you ok?" He asked her, trying (and failing) to make the blushing go away. "I can sleep on the floor or something..." He added on smiling a little and laughing softly.

All the while he was doing the least favorite part. (Washing em..)