Winter chokes, breath punched out, unable to even cough or speak.
Windy’s last moments:
Sephiroth descending.
Hir own desperate shove at Aerith.
Cloud’s stunned expression–blank and open, as if he could not even begin to understand what he was seeing.
One final gift to hir brother.
Winter’s ultimate duty fulfilled.
Windy dies in a temple below the Forgotten Capital in the place of the Last Ancient.
(The Planet is not ungrateful)
—
Windy gasps awake, blind and desperately flailing. There are voices around her, but she does not recognize them; Winter cannot understand the language, either.
Hands grip at hir, hold him down.
She screams.
Pressure and warmth–skin on skin contact–before the slickly flowing rush of a spell flows over her.
Sleep.
(You are not finished yet)
—
The Planet is not ungrateful, but neither is it kind.
—
Windy’s first moments:
Blinking, placid consciousness. Breathing undeterred.
A room, a bed; bright light and white curtains.
Murmuring, unintelligible voices–but no hands, no magic–no one in sight.
A hospital.
Winter does not bother feigning sleep.
—
The problem is clear early on. The solution less so.
Winter was taught to understand Wutaian–to read and write and listen–all the better to eavesdrop, all the better to spy.
Windy was never taught how to speak it, the words garbled by her double layered accent: the short country Nibel clip mimicking the drawl of urban Midgar. It would be embarrassing if it weren’t for the fact that whatever these people are using isn’t even proper Wutaian.
He’d assumed some kind of cribbed code at first, but it’s not recurrent enough, too expansive.
And if it were, why would they even try to use it with her?
As it is, zie is lucky body language is universal enough that keeping his hands flat and visible at all times is enough to signal that she has no qualms about these strangers and she is no threat whatsoever.
(Windy did always excel at subterfuge)
—
They give hir a pencil, noticeably dull, and a paper with a single question.
For this, both Winter and Windy Strife write their truth.
~
A/N: In line with revamping some of my own old fanfic, here is the finally titled Into Thin Air x Naruto series, Unto The Climate Although this one is less a remix and more of a proper chronological writing of it, instead of bouncing around the place with vague ideas. Don’t know how far I’ll go with it, but it’s nice that it has a proper title at least.
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