The Fallen

Disclaimer: i do not own any of the final fantasy series (except the games) nor the people so don't sue (i don't have enough in my pockets to even buy you lunch)

Prologue

He sat there and watched it all. The fall of his company, the death of his father, the end of his world as he knew it. Now, he stood in the middle of the port with nothing but a handful of his possessions and nowhere to go. "Vincent" The young boy turned towards his companions. It was not hard to spot the vibrant redhead, nor his silent blonde friend who followed close behind. It was odd to see the two as friends, but then the last months had been anything but normal. "We've found you a ship. She's small and fast, with little contact with people and tends to avoid large ports due to her um-delicate cargo. Just what we wanted" the redhead said as he lit up a smoke. "She's not leaving for a while yet so why don't we go get something to eat." He nodded, gathered his bags together and followed the two men towards a café.

Vincent sat at the booth and studied the young blonde man sitting before him while he waited for his meal. He was quite amazed and lucky when the two had meet up with the blonde warrior. Vincent was sure that he would run that large sword right through him, but the events had changed everyone, and the three ended up travelling together and becoming close friends. He would be upset when he have to leave with out the blonde. "Here you go. Eat up, your going to need your strength for the next part of the journey" said the redhead as he handed out the large plates of foods. With fast metabolisms as theirs, they all had to eat an extremely large amount of food. Cost them a bundle but left the café owners with full pockets. Vincent looked towards his father's lover. He had known the red head his entire life, and regarded him like a second father. His father's death had hit him hard. There was bags under his eyes, and he had seem to off lost that bit of life that made him stand out. However, despite the changes in the two warriors, they could still slice and dice anyone who stood in their way in 3 seconds flat, a fact the Vincent was grateful for, considering his situation. "Everyone finished? We have to head down to the ship now so we can get Vincent on and out of sight."

The ship was small and sleek, an older model than most, but Vincent was 99% sure that the engine was newer than most, and would be able to outrun just about anything in space. Most diffidently a smuggler's ship. Along side was the name Loki written in faded red lettering. God of Mischief. An appropriate name. The boarding platform came down, revealing a large man, with bushy brown hair and an equally bushy beard. He reminded Vincent of a huge bear, and he automatically knew that he would like this man. "Hello and welcome aboard Loki" growled the man. "I'm Spaket, the captain and owner of this fine ship. Give me ya stuff and we'll fine ya a place to stash yourselves for the journey." The captain then grabbed the bags and loaded them up on the platform. Vincent turned to the blonde warrior. "I guess this is good bye" "For now" was the blonde mans' reply. Suddenly, the blonde found himself wrapped up in a large hug. Surprised, the blonde returned the hug. The blonde looked towards the red head. "You going to give him the gift yet?" "Oh yeah!" exclaimed the redhead. "I'll be right back and scuttled into the crowd. Moments later he returned carrying a long brown box, wrapped with a single bit a string. "This is for you, from the both of us" Vincent carefully took the box from the red head. It was quite heavy and would have been heavy to carry if he wasn't mako enhanced. He pulled of the string and opened the lead, revealing a sword. "We made it ourselves. It's called a gun blade. It's from the world that you're going too. It's said to be hard to master, but you have always enjoyed a challenge. I'm sure you'll be able to handle it," said the red head. Vincent remove the sword from its casing. It had a long blade, which curved upwards towards the handle. The handle itself was a gun, it was an unusual weapon. Along the blade near the handle was the inscription Hyperion. "It means Sun God. May it light your way through darkness and protect you when we cannot" the blonde suddenly said. The boy's eyes started to tear up. He placed the weapon back into its casing and gave the blonde another crushing hug. "Thank you" the boy whispered as he slowly released the blonde. The blonde looked towards the red head, catching his gaze as they silently said their goodbyes. With that, the man and boy stepped up onto the platform, and entered the ship. The doors closed as the engines started up. A large beeping sound rang through the port as the ceiling slid open, basking the blonde in its pale glow.

Cloud stood and watched the ship take off, carrying both the boy and the Turk with it. When at last the ship had disappeared from view, he slowly turned and made his way to the exit, praying for the boy's salvation and the Turks safe return.