OverMaster
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This follows on the recent special chapter I've just posted on FF.Net, and it kinda follows on my Anything that Burns crossover too.
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Cid Highwind was not the kind of man who would have a guest room in his house. This wasn't a character trait Aerith Gainsborough, Cid's much younger friend and occasional teammate, had ever minded much until the last few days, where she would have to share a room at Cid's residence with several strays from the Old World, and in their sudden, recent absence, she was pretty much forced to remain there for the nights until their return. On the plus side, that at least meant she didn't have to room with that Tsukuyomi… thing… anymore.
On the minus side, Webby was a terribly bad bedmate.
Aerith was almost actually thankful when she heard knocks at the front door at the middle of the night, a night that was just as pitch black as any other in Twilight Town. Fumbling her way across the darkness and mumbling to herself in a way nowhere as ladylike as her usual manners, the svelte young lady navigated along the reconditioned storage room where she'd been sleeping for over a week now, leaving Webby literally kicking around on their shared bed, her webbed right foot slapping the air where moments before Aerith's cheek had been.
In the next bed, Louise was just as restless, whimpering in fear and discomfort about some 'Eleanor', all the while Collet slept like a log by her side, mouth wide open and a thin trail of drool running down a side of it. Aerith left them all behind and soon was on her feet before the barricaded front door, asking aloud, "Who is that?"
"You'd better open right now," a female voice said from the outside, "or I swear to God I'm cutting this door open with nothing but a slash."
Ah. The thing.
"You'd better not have killed the others, you heard me?" asked Aerith, who was a brave woman indeed, gripping her staff tightly in a hand, and using the other to open the door… and find herself facing a large group of people standing on the darkened sidewalk, right before her, led by an awkwardly smiling Negi Springfield. She recognized a few others of them, too, including the thing with glasses, but most of them were new faces.
"Good evening, Miss Aerith, how are you?" Negi bowed deeply to her. "If Master Louise is awake, please take me to her, I've got to—"
"Wait a second, now," said one of the girls Aerith didn't recognize, one with short black hair and a fair, not extremely beautiful but still rather cute, face. "Master Louise?!"
"Oh, hey, but if it's Sephiroth's favorite pincushion!" said a man fully covered in red and black spandex from head to toe, his face well masked, and carrying so many swords on him Cloud would have taken pause and even a certain measure of admiration. "I guess this means we still haven't finished Disc One! And I thought this had been a long-ass story so far…"
"Pika pika," said Collet's yellow familiar, who was sitting on the head of a kindly smiling blonde girl in a long black dress, very reminiscent of a nun's habit.
One of Aerith's eyebrows wiggled ever so slightly. "Ah," she finally said. "Welcome back, Professor."
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Cid Highwind was not the kind of man who would have a guest room in his house. This wasn't a character trait Aerith Gainsborough, Cid's much younger friend and occasional teammate, had ever minded much until the last few days, where she would have to share a room at Cid's residence with several strays from the Old World, and in their sudden, recent absence, she was pretty much forced to remain there for the nights until their return. On the plus side, that at least meant she didn't have to room with that Tsukuyomi… thing… anymore.
On the minus side, Webby was a terribly bad bedmate.
Aerith was almost actually thankful when she heard knocks at the front door at the middle of the night, a night that was just as pitch black as any other in Twilight Town. Fumbling her way across the darkness and mumbling to herself in a way nowhere as ladylike as her usual manners, the svelte young lady navigated along the reconditioned storage room where she'd been sleeping for over a week now, leaving Webby literally kicking around on their shared bed, her webbed right foot slapping the air where moments before Aerith's cheek had been.
In the next bed, Louise was just as restless, whimpering in fear and discomfort about some 'Eleanor', all the while Collet slept like a log by her side, mouth wide open and a thin trail of drool running down a side of it. Aerith left them all behind and soon was on her feet before the barricaded front door, asking aloud, "Who is that?"
"You'd better open right now," a female voice said from the outside, "or I swear to God I'm cutting this door open with nothing but a slash."
Ah. The thing.
"You'd better not have killed the others, you heard me?" asked Aerith, who was a brave woman indeed, gripping her staff tightly in a hand, and using the other to open the door… and find herself facing a large group of people standing on the darkened sidewalk, right before her, led by an awkwardly smiling Negi Springfield. She recognized a few others of them, too, including the thing with glasses, but most of them were new faces.
"Good evening, Miss Aerith, how are you?" Negi bowed deeply to her. "If Master Louise is awake, please take me to her, I've got to—"
"Wait a second, now," said one of the girls Aerith didn't recognize, one with short black hair and a fair, not extremely beautiful but still rather cute, face. "Master Louise?!"
"Oh, hey, but if it's Sephiroth's favorite pincushion!" said a man fully covered in red and black spandex from head to toe, his face well masked, and carrying so many swords on him Cloud would have taken pause and even a certain measure of admiration. "I guess this means we still haven't finished Disc One! And I thought this had been a long-ass story so far…"
"Pika pika," said Collet's yellow familiar, who was sitting on the head of a kindly smiling blonde girl in a long black dress, very reminiscent of a nun's habit.
One of Aerith's eyebrows wiggled ever so slightly. "Ah," she finally said. "Welcome back, Professor."