[Warhammer pops into the theater, with his self made character, Salian, 
Teknos High Priestess are in the theater waiting for the next special 
guest.]

[WH: Say, isn't Iczer 2 supposed to be my usual MST parter?
Sal: Well, she informed me that she's joined the guild of neutral powers 
and can't do it for the time being.
WHJ: Swell, anywho, who else is gonna help us?]

[BOOM!]

[From the remains of what once was the doorway, comes a small bumber 
car, and in it a woman in a casual kimono and dark brown hair drives in. 
Only thing is, on her head, rests a 6 foot cannon, and on top of it 
rests a small squirrel wearing a military jacket and helmet. It is Mama 
Kurata, from Kodomo no Omochya. And the squirrel that lives on her head 
is Maro-chan.]

[WH: Mama?
Mama: Hai, I've accepted the proposal this good healer has given me.
WH: Ok, but, what's with the cannon?
Mama: Maro-chan and I need to dress apropiately when we go out.
Sal & WH: {Sweat drop}]

I decided I might as well post a little bit of the FF7 fic I'm
working on. C&C is appreciated; I want to find out if anyone's even
interested in reading this...

[WH: HAI! *tink*=Mama's toy hammer slamming on someone's head.
Mama: Settle down.
WH: Hai.]

Final Fantasy VII
Property of Squaresoft
Characters and situations used without permission.

[Mama: Then it would be wise if he got permission.
Sal: Uh, Mama, most things in fanfics are done without permission.
Mama: Ah, sou desu ka?]

Notes: Thus begins my Final Fantasy VII fic. Be forewarned that there
are spoilers here for those of you who have not played, or finished,
the game. This fanfiction may contain situations and innuendo which
might offend some readers, and which most will definitely find
distasteful. Also, in an effort to advance the anime feel of the FF7
world itself, I'm replacing certain aspects of the battle format of
the game with elements more befitting an anime for combat scenes
herein. 

[WH wavers, with swirly eyes, because of too much info. Mama nods in 
comprehension. Salian steadies WH back to his seat.
Sal: I don't believe you sometimes.]

All comments, criticisms, and MSTs welcome and encouraged. Flames
will be repelled with a Fire Ring.

[Mama: Seems logical.
WH: You played FF7?
Mama: Who do you think wrote part of the story?
WH: Oh my...{Postrates himself in front of Mama} I'M NOT WORTHY! I'M NOT 
WORTHY. *TINK*]

-based on Final Fantasy VII by Squaresoft-

   o n g o i n g   -7-   f a n t a s y

    		    by Nanaki

	Prologue

	"I said GET BACK HERE! Little punk!" 
	"Fuck you!"
[Mama *tinks* the source of the voice and puts a bar of soap in it's 
mouth.]

	"Why you little--! GET HIM!!!" 
	"Kiss my ass! You couldn't catch a cold, Wedge!" The stocky,
dark-skinned teen gave a single-fingered salute to his two pursuers
as he leapt over a large piece of twisted scrap metal. He grinned and
leapt for a fire escape ladder hanging from the side of a building.
The two soldiers pursuing him wore dark green uniforms with an
insignia patch depicting what looked like a  flat, narrow top falling
out of its spin. But the uniforms weren't what Wilson was worried
about. 

[Sal: He was worried about the cold Wedge had.]

	He was more concerned with the tazer rifles they carried. "Come down 
here, Wilson. Don't make us use these," the one whose nametag read 
"Biggs" said.

[WH: Now, is it just me, or that there's ALWAYS a pair of guys named 
Biggs and Wedge in these games?
Mama merely smiles.]

	"The _hell_ I'm comin' down there, sucker!" Wilson said, waving the 
massive iron hammer he held in one hand. "An' if I _do_, y'all can kiss 
_THIS_!"

[WH: Eww, now way! It might get lipstick on me!
Mama smiles and Sal snickers.]

	"We didn't wanna have to do this, Wilson, but you gave us no
choice," Wedge said, taking aim with his tazer. A powerful beam of
electricity surged from the rifle, striking the frame of the fire
escape above Wilson's head. The black youth bellowed in pain and rage
as the electricity coursed through his body, causing him to spasm
violently. After a moment, it ceased, and he straightened and flexed
his abused muscles. "That all you got?" he said in a shaky voice.
"Shiiiiiit...learn how to _fight_, dickheads!" He waved his hammer
threateningly. 

[WH: {Winces} Ouchie! Must get a charge out of that! *tink*
Mama: No puns. {Tosses another bar of soap into Wilson's mouth.}]

	Just then, the ladder he held onto creaked, and the old iron, not able 
to deal with the stress of the massive teenager holding onto it

[Mama: Shows that stress can take anyone and anything down.]

and the added strain of the electrical overload, gave a loud groan of
protest before tearing away from the supports. "Huh? What the--!? Oh,
_SHIIIIIIIIT_!" Wilson yelled as he fell from the fire escape. He
braced himself for the landing, and found himself face-to-face with
Biggs, Wedge, and their tazers. "God dammit," he said.

[WH: Aha! 
{Mama throws another bar of soap into Wilson's mouth.}]
 
	"Just come along quietly now, Wilson," Biggs advised.
	"Bull_shit_," Wilson said, raising his hammer. 

[{Mama throws yet another bar of soap into Wilson's mouth.}
Sal: How many of those things do you have?
Mama: ...enough...]

The two uniforms began charging their tazers, but didn't get a chance to 
use them. A bright green glow, surrounded by a softer blue glow, shone 
from the shaft of Wilson's hammer as he pounded the ground before him 
with it. The iron struck the concrete with a loud *clang*. The ground 
began to shake, and the two troops were knocked off their feet.

[WH: ~I feel the Earth, moving under my feet.~
Mama: That is one song you get to sing.
WH: Why's that?
Mama: According to the FFML rules of MSTing, you only get one song per 
fic.
WH: {Fraustrated} Ohh.]

	"What the--?" Wedge shouted.
	Wilson grinned. "Don't count a man beat if ya don't know what kinda 
Materia he got," he jeered, before leaping over the two uniforms and 
making a break for it. 
	He didn't get very far, however. He made it as far as the entrance to 
the alleyway when a massive arm appeared out of nowhere. He slammed 
head-first into the solidly muscled appendage, and went down for the 
count.

[WH: Dah winna, and new champein!]

	"Goddamn smartass punk kid," a gruff voice boomed. The owner of the arm 
scooped up Wilson and slung him over one massive shoulder. "You always 
gotta be makin' trouble, dontcha?" He looked down the alley. "HEY! You 
two! Git yo asses up off the ground! You alright?"

[Mama: I take it this man has a 'Mr. T' attitude about him.
WH: I'll give you two guesses on who it is.]

	The two uniforms groggily stood, and immediately snapped to
attention when they saw the mountain of a man standing in the mouth
of the alley. "Yes, sir, Governor!"

[Sal: {w/ English accent} Righto govna!]

	"Dammit, you jes' as lazy as Shinra troops, always sleepin' on the 
job..." At the expressions of shame on their faces, he laughed. "I'm 
jes' playin with ya. I know the little smartass gotcha with a Earth 
materia." He looked at the youth slung over his shoulder. "You fellas go 
on back wherever you was. I'll take care of this one." The two troops 
nodded, and made their way back to their duty station.

	"I swear, I don't know what th' hell I'm gonna do with you, kid," the 
huge man said as he walked out of the alley. Wilson groaned, and began 
to stir. "Ugh...what the hell hit me?" he said as he came to.

[Mama: A good little thing called family.]

	"Bout damn time you woke up," the larger man said, dumping him
unceremoniously on the ground. The teenager cursed and sat up,
rubbing his head.
	"Shit...Granddad," he said, glaring at the larger man. 

[Sal & WH: O_O GRANDDAD?! {Mama smiles and snickers a bit.}]

	Wilson's grandfather reached up and scratched his coarse grey beard 
with his left hand. "Dammit, Wilson! What the hell was you thinkin'?"
	"None of your damn business, old man," Wilson said, scowling. The older 
man raised his right arm...which had no hand. Rather, from the elbow 
down, the arm was a gleaming, multibarreled gun cylinder. The grafted 
gun-arm clicked, and began rotating, firing dozens of rubber bullets at 
Wilson. "Ow! Those hurt, dammit!"

[WH: Would you prefer real bullets?]

	"Well they ain't supposed to feel good. Dammit, boy! Learn some respect 
for yo' elders, and stop pullin' this same bullshit over an' over again! 
You a disgrace to yo' name, Wilson Wallace!" 
	"So _what_!?" Wilson scowled at his grandfather, rubbing the
already-forming bruises where the blank shots had hit. "Ain't like I
care what name I got..."
	"Is that so? Then from now on, I jes' call you Turd, boy! That's all, 
you is anyway, jes' a turd." He shook his head in disgust. "Next time I 
hear you goin' around bein' a delinquent, I gon' turn you over to Kit. I 
know that girl can straighten you out."

[WH: Judging how much faith Berret has in this woman, if she can't 
straighten this boy out, NO ONE can!]

	"Fuck you, old man," Wilson said, standing and walking off. 
	"HEY! Dammit, boy, get yo' ass back here!" Before he could

[Sal: I can just feel the love between these two.
{Mama throws yet another bar of soap into Wilson's mouth}]

give chase, a ringing sounded from the pocket of his trousers. He 
cursed, and pulled out his PHS. "Yeah?"
	//Barret, are you very busy?// the voice on the phone asked.
	"Nah...jes' havin' another problem with that worthless grandson of 
mine," Barret said. "What's up?"
	//We're having a Council meeting...at the observatory.//
	"All the way out there? Shit! What's goin' on?"
	//Nothing...we hope. We just need to check up on something.//
	"Alright, alright. Gimme a couple hours, the buggy's gettin' a
tune-up."
	//No rush. See you at Cosmo.//
	Barret switched off the PHS, and shoved it back in his pocket. "Now 
what the hell's goin' on at Cosmo?" he wondered. "It better not be some 
bullshit...men my age can't be runnin' around like Chocobos with they 
heads cut off." 

[Sal: But of course, if it really was nothing, then we wouldn't have a 
story, would we? :)]

~Nanaki~

[WH: Wow. I want to see whom all the newer characters are. I can't wait!
Mama: Let us just hope this story continues. And Wilson-kun cleans his 
mouth up.
Sal: I want to see Sephiroth!
WH: Tough! He ain't here and hasn't been!
Sal: Ohh...
Mama: Anyway, excuse me...
{Mama drives outside and massive explosions take place.}
Sal & WH: {Sweatdrop} 
WH: Either way, good job Nanaki.]





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