making lemonade
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Title: Making Lemonade
Word Count: 650
Notes: attempted naminèaerith. just wanted to see if i could make this work out. :] takes place in chain of memories. my idea of what happened to sora'smemories!aerith after he leaves his memories of traverse town. this is a bit long....
Aerith pressed the fruit firmly against the juicer. Juice seeped under her nails. Carefully she held a fingertip to her lips, licking experimentally at the liquid.
Sour. Just as expected. With a frown, she continued to grind the lemon against the juicer, watching as the yellow fluid accumulated in the belly of the extractor. With a shrug, she tossed the spent lemon into the sink and poured the homemade lemonade into a cup. With a sigh, she put the juicer away and picked up her beverage, the glass cool against her fingers.
One glass. That was all she needed, after all. It wasn't as if the others were around anymore.
Yuffie was the first to go, she recalled, settling herself on a stool in the inn, lemonade in hand. The ninja was always there, a cheerful prescence in the otherwise moody group of survivors from Hollow Bastion. But one day she had just disappeared.
It was, of course, a cause of concern. What was more alarming, if possible, was the others' reactions to her abscence. Leon had just stared blankly at her and stated simply that he knew of nobody named Yuffie. Cid had similar thoughts, and rather suspected that she was going mad.
Aerith wondered that herself. Especially when, the next day, Cid was gone as well. And the day after that, Leon vanished. She regarded her sole glass of lemonade sadly. When once she would've made four, there was just one. Just one.
Just herself.
She would be next, Aerith knew. She knew that she was always more perspective than the others. She knew that something was up, when the boy named Sora had shown up, knew that something was wrong with herself and with Yuffie, Leon, and Cid. But she didn't know why she had to be last. It hurt, it felt wrong, just sitting on the stool and drinking lemonade that she would've so gladly shared with her friends. But they were gone.
"So I'm to be the last," she sipped her drink and winced against the sour taste. "But why?"
And, funnily enough, there was an answer. A whisper, as if from a wind. "Why not? You don't want to exist any longer?"
Ah. She was going insane after all. Aerith cupped her hands around the cup, frowning slightly. Disembodied voices were never really a good sign--no one was left in Traverse Town but the Shadows, who were forever mute. "I don't know. Are you the one after these...kidnappings?"
"I could be."
"Stop being cryptic."
"I'm not. I'm being compassionate."
And Aerith shivered. Whoever this mysterious being was, it was obviously in control of her world. She was thoroughly spooked. "Why...couldn't you have kept them here, then? Why do we have to leave? What's really going on?" So many things she wanted to ask. Why couldn't Leon and Yuffie and Cid remember the things she did? Why did they forget each other? How could their memories be tampered with that easily?
"That's not for you to know." Aerith's vision blurred at the edges, and she knew that she was fading as well. She gripped the edges of her stool, but somehow all feeling seemed to be fleeing from her arms. Traverse Town flickered.
"So I'm being erased, too." she muttered ruefully. "What are you? Some sort of puppet master? Are we just toys, then?"
"I left you for last. I thought you might've appreciated that." Aerith slid from her stool, watching with wide eyes as Traverse Town started disintegrating before her, as memories unraveled and were cast away. Her glass of lemonade was still half-full, she realized blearily.
"You were mistaken." She closed her eyes.
Naminè finished erasing the last sketch of the flower girl and sighed. Traverse Town was now nonexistant. At least, to Sora.
Aerith was just a memory, but for some reason her loss stung. Like lemonade would on fresh wounds.
Title: Making Lemonade
Word Count: 650
Notes: attempted naminèaerith. just wanted to see if i could make this work out. :] takes place in chain of memories. my idea of what happened to sora'smemories!aerith after he leaves his memories of traverse town. this is a bit long.
Aerith pressed the fruit firmly against the juicer. Juice seeped under her nails. Carefully she held a fingertip to her lips, licking experimentally at the liquid.
Sour. Just as expected. With a frown, she continued to grind the lemon against the juicer, watching as the yellow fluid accumulated in the belly of the extractor. With a shrug, she tossed the spent lemon into the sink and poured the homemade lemonade into a cup. With a sigh, she put the juicer away and picked up her beverage, the glass cool against her fingers.
One glass. That was all she needed, after all. It wasn't as if the others were around anymore.
Yuffie was the first to go, she recalled, settling herself on a stool in the inn, lemonade in hand. The ninja was always there, a cheerful prescence in the otherwise moody group of survivors from Hollow Bastion. But one day she had just disappeared.
It was, of course, a cause of concern. What was more alarming, if possible, was the others' reactions to her abscence. Leon had just stared blankly at her and stated simply that he knew of nobody named Yuffie. Cid had similar thoughts, and rather suspected that she was going mad.
Aerith wondered that herself. Especially when, the next day, Cid was gone as well. And the day after that, Leon vanished. She regarded her sole glass of lemonade sadly. When once she would've made four, there was just one. Just one.
Just herself.
She would be next, Aerith knew. She knew that she was always more perspective than the others. She knew that something was up, when the boy named Sora had shown up, knew that something was wrong with herself and with Yuffie, Leon, and Cid. But she didn't know why she had to be last. It hurt, it felt wrong, just sitting on the stool and drinking lemonade that she would've so gladly shared with her friends. But they were gone.
"So I'm to be the last," she sipped her drink and winced against the sour taste. "But why?"
And, funnily enough, there was an answer. A whisper, as if from a wind. "Why not? You don't want to exist any longer?"
Ah. She was going insane after all. Aerith cupped her hands around the cup, frowning slightly. Disembodied voices were never really a good sign--no one was left in Traverse Town but the Shadows, who were forever mute. "I don't know. Are you the one after these...kidnappings?"
"I could be."
"Stop being cryptic."
"I'm not. I'm being compassionate."
And Aerith shivered. Whoever this mysterious being was, it was obviously in control of her world. She was thoroughly spooked. "Why...couldn't you have kept them here, then? Why do we have to leave? What's really going on?" So many things she wanted to ask. Why couldn't Leon and Yuffie and Cid remember the things she did? Why did they forget each other? How could their memories be tampered with that easily?
"That's not for you to know." Aerith's vision blurred at the edges, and she knew that she was fading as well. She gripped the edges of her stool, but somehow all feeling seemed to be fleeing from her arms. Traverse Town flickered.
"So I'm being erased, too." she muttered ruefully. "What are you? Some sort of puppet master? Are we just toys, then?"
"I left you for last. I thought you might've appreciated that." Aerith slid from her stool, watching with wide eyes as Traverse Town started disintegrating before her, as memories unraveled and were cast away. Her glass of lemonade was still half-full, she realized blearily.
"You were mistaken." She closed her eyes.
Naminè finished erasing the last sketch of the flower girl and sighed. Traverse Town was now nonexistant. At least, to Sora.
Aerith was just a memory, but for some reason her loss stung. Like lemonade would on fresh wounds.
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Date: 2005-11-28 06:55 pm (UTC)Anyways, it rocked. :D
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Date: 2005-11-28 07:09 pm (UTC)Ah, just an added note, I loved the last line. It had a nice conclusive effect, I dunno... it's hard to explain. xD But hopefully you get what I mean.