Est Sularas Oth Mithas

By: Yuffie Kisaragi2

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing regarding to Final Fantasy VII or any songs, bands, etc. mentioned that is owned by someone else. I own Victor and a few other O/C's.

Summary: Yuffie Kisaragi has had a horrible life so far. Though she helped save the world, she's had too many things go wrong in her life. Now that she's decided to become a Turk, things could only get worse. Rated for language and violence.

Chapter One

A smirk crossed the young womans' face. Her breathing was heavy and uneven from the strenuous training that she had been enduring every day for the past month. At first, she had a friend, Christopher, help her out, but he finally stopped showing up. He had another job... One in Wutai... A place that she despised.

A ringing sound brought her out of her previous thoughts and she kicked the punching bag one last time before clicking on the black cordless quickly. "Hello?" Despite her work out, her breathing fell even and her voice sounded professional.

"Miss Kisaragi?"

The voice brought back a few memories. Memories from a past long forgotten until she sent in her application. "Yeah, who is this?" Stupid question, she knew who the voice belonged to. How could she NOT remember that voice? The one that taunted during a battle. "Yeah, iron board, you going to fight or wait for me to hit you?"

"This is Elena Samuels. We recieved your application along with three hundred others. Five were chosen, yours among them."

A half-smile crossed Kisaragi's face. "So... What now?" What now, indeed... Go there? Stay here?

"Interviews and a final test. A battle between the top applicant and either Mr. Turksin or Mr. Rodriguez. Reno or Rude."

The raven-haired nineteen year old smiled in spite of herself at the mention of Reno Turksin. "Okay, when and where?" Reno Turksin... Red-head spit fire whose eyes intrigued her more than even Cloud Strife's.

Elena took a deep breath. "Our new headquarters is in Jemsburg. The small town that's-"

"East of Junon. Yeah, I know. I live in Junon. What date and time?"

"Tomorrow or the day after any time between 10:00 A.M. and 10:00 P.M."

Yuffie held the phone against her shoulder and her ear, jotting something down quickly on a piece of paper in a blue ink pen. Her handwriting was in Wutainese, even though she tried to forget her native language. "Kay. Thanks."

"Oh! If you have a weapon, I would recommend bringing it."

Yuffie rolled her blue-grey eyes. "Kay, thanks. Bye."

"Good bye."

Hanging up the phone, a loud sighed tumbled from rosey pink lips. She, Yuffie Kisaragi, might become a Turk. Spinning quickly, she kicked the punching bag. The screw from the top came undone and the punching bag fell to the floor with a loud thud, causing a cocky smirk to spread across her face.

"Well, here I go then."

The Wutainese ninja walked through her small apartment and grabbed a bag. Setting her Conformer on the couch, she tossed gil, materia, and clothes inside the khaki-colored knap sack from her twelfth birthday. As memories whirled in her mind, she kept a stoic face. No more would she be that little brat, Yuffie. Glancing in a mirror, the young woman barely recognized herself and pulled the elastic band that was failing miserably at holding the long ebony strands of hair out of her face.

Her layered black hair was half way down her back, her blue-grey eyes were almost emotionless. Since the last time she'd seen any of her friends, she had matured a lot... Physically, mentally, and DEFINITELY emotionally. Wearing a black sports bra, navy blue wind-breakers, black Chuck Taylor's, and fighting gloves, she looked like some random thug in a back street alley.

Seemingly out of the blue, she started laughing. It started as a low chuckle, but soon grew to nearly hysterical laughter. She hadn't laughed since before Barret's funeral, two years before. He'd been more of a father to the ninja than her biological father had been. His last words had been to her and Marlene.

"Yuffie, I love ya like a daughter. You an' Marlene need ta keep in touch." The large black man took a deep ragged breath. His strength was slipping away quickly. He looked over at his five year old daughter. "Marlene, I love you. You need ta call Yuff ev'ry now an' then, kay?" The little girl nodded and sobbed some more.


For such a young girl, she understood a lot more than Yuffie would have when she was five. Marlene knew that her father was dying and that he was never going to come back. She knew that she didn't have any family left. That made her better than Yuffie... The thought that Barret was dying was slowly eating away at the ninja, whereas the five-year-old merely sniffed and tried to make her father's last few moments at least halfway funny.

Barret took one last breath, then closed his eyes. His hand went limp in Marlene's tiny fist. Cancer took his life. Cancer that no one had ever heard of before. For three months, he'd been in extreme agony. Marlene went to live with Elmyra and Yuffie never contacted her. Yuffie didn't contact anyone. No one contacted her either...

She fell onto the couch and buried her face in her hands. 'Yeah, I'm bein' strong, Barret,' she thought silently. 'I'm gonna be a Turk. I'm moving on with my life.'

Standing up and grabbing a pair of utility scissors off the end table, the petite teen walked to the bathroom. She started cutting her hair. The less hair she had, the less there was to grab in a fight.

Ten minutes later, her hair was like it was when she was sixteen. She walked into her bedroom and threw on a baggy black tee shirt. She jogged into the living room and hooked her conformer to her belt, grabbed her bag, and walked out.

As she shut the door, a tenor voice caught her offguard. "Yuffie!" Stormy blue eyes looked up surprisedly.

"Cloud," she replied with a curt nod, but did not say anything else.

He walked over to her. "It took me forever to find you. Vincent.. Vin.. er.. Um.." He cleared his throat. "V-Vincent's.. dead... He.. er.. killed himself.. last.. night..."

Yuffie's lilac-gray eyes fell to the floor. Vincent had been the only one that truly understood her. "When are the services?" Her eyes were emotionless once again, her voice cold.

Cloud was amazed at how well the 19-year-old was taking the news of her friend's death. He'd always thought they were together. He blinked a couple of times, but the emotionless look on Yuffie's face made him snap back to his senses. "Oh.. um.. They're... They're three days from now."

She nodded. "In Wutai.." It wasn't a question, but more of a statement to herself.

"Yeah, how did you... How did you know?"

Yuffie looked at the man in front of her. "We talked." She locked her apartment door. "I'll be there." With that, she sprinted past the man standing in the middle of the hallway; the man whom she hadn't seen in two years. Inside, she was screaming in agony, needing and wanting to cry, but she wouldn't. Her emotionless gray eyes looked like navy blue pits into the depths of the seven hells that her father had taught her about.

Vincent Valentine, the man who had been there for her when her father figure died, when Aeris had died, when they'd defeated Sephiroth... When her true father had gotten remarried and had a step-son the same age as her and a daughter to take her failed place... When Godo had dissowned her.

"Yuffie," the deep melodious voice called to her. "What's the matter?"

She stood in his doorway, tears brimming in her eyes, and looked up at the vampiric man. "My da-... G-Godo.. He d-d-dissown-n-ned m-me. I've g-got n- no wh-wh-where t-to g-go. So, I w-was j-just stopping b-by to tell you... Good bye."

Vincent's crimson eyes met her tear-filled lilac-gray and softened. "Come on. It'll be cramped in my apartment for a while, but you can stay here." The ninja girl hugged him and followed him inside.


Contrary to the popular belief of AVALANCHE, Vincent and Yuffie were not sweet on each other. They were more like brother and sister.

His red eyes and crooked slight smirk were forever burned into the ninja's memory as a comforting sight. She couldn't imagine him dead, but he was.

"Ticket, please."

She handed the man her ticket and boarded the plane to Jemsburg. Her seat was a window seat, much to her dismay. Beside her was a younger man than she, about seventeen, she'd venture to guess. He had black hair that was tied back at the nape of his neck, a lip ring, and light blue eyes.

YK2: Yuppers, I'm re-editing and re-posting this fic... I'm hoping to get more reviews than I previously had, so...

Surka: That's your cue to hit that button that says SUBMIT.

Dracon: Hmm... Didn't you originally write this with help?

YK2: Yeah, from an old friend, but she doesn't write all that often and we don't talk. She never even had a pen name, but she went by Rounce Uth Matar, if you just HAVE to know.

Surka: Welp, review, ya'll!

YK2: Till Next Time! AUDI!!!

Yuffie Kisaragi2, Surka Sokyu, & Dracon Fira