Tifa´s saviour?
Anime Vore, GTS, GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 64
by
copier
· original author:
dooku
Tifa might have been unconscious, but the pain inside her body still remained there - and it was clearly visible and audible. Her body was of course still trembling under these extreme circumstances, and from time to time she was still groaning in pain as this sensation deep inside her was making itself known to her.
Not even in her wildest dreams would she have imagined who or what was responsible for all this in the end, or that it was even more than a plain disease, and certainly not how she was to be cured in the end, as she was to learn later.
In her state, poor Tifa was probably still able to physically feel the pain, seeming to tear her entire body apart. The only positive aspect was most likely the fact that she could not really perceive the pain in her mind, even though her groans could make one think differently.
Now there she lay on the hard and cold ground outside Nibelheim, unable to move, unconscious and all alone. Especially the latter was typical for her life, at least for the past few years she had to go through. And somehow...wherever her mind was during the period of her being unconscious...she thought that she would die for sure, and that it would not even be such a bad thing at all. That way, she would be at least reunited with all those she loved so dearly and lost so cruelly in a painful twist of fate. Her dear mother...her beloved father...Aerith, her best friend and sister figure to her, at least for the time they knew each other...and the love of her life, Glenn. After all, she firmly believed in the afterlife, and maybe...maybe they would all be waiting for her to join them again, forever. And maybe Glenn would be waiting for her in the afterlife as well, willing to forgive her that she could not save him on the day she lost him. And forgive her her own weakness...
And even though her mind thought that these were her final moments, in solitude and sorrow, Tifa would not die just yet, just like that. And not only because fate had greater plans for someone like her.
Instead of fading away and dying, Tifa´s gorgeous, unconscious body began to glow slightly with a greenish light, emanating from her chest. This was certainly no plain disease or any simple sickness. Something was inside her, something that did not belong there and was causing her this pain.
Even though she had no idea what it was that was torturing her from inside her own body, one thing was for sure: she needed help, quickly, or else, things wouldn´t look too bright for her. But she was all alone, collapsed on the hard ground outside Nibelheim, away from her friends or anyone else who might have been able to help her.
Her suffering due to this pounding, persistent and deadening pain was once again an example for the sad fact that good people with pure hearts like Tifa don´t always get what they deserve. She would have deserved a good life, living together with the one she loved as a reward for all those good deeds she did in her life, for all the kindness she showed toward others, the countless times she used her strength to protect others and for the happiness she brought into so many peoples´ lives with her kind, innocent, soft spoken, charming, intelligent and quite often humorous nature. In short, there were a lot of reasons for people to respect and like her, and for Glenn to gall in love with, as it happened years ago. A girl like her, who much rather thinks about others first instead of her own good, a selfless and caring person, deserved more in her life. She deserved happiness, a life without bearing scuh heavy losses that felt like her heart was being ripped out of her body each time someone she loved had to be taken away from her. And yet, on the day Sephiroth burned down the village of Nibelheim and killed her father as well as Glenn, her life lost something so valuable that it could never be replaced again. Her heart was figuratively incomplete, having lost two persons she probably cared about more than about herself. It showed everyday ever since then that something inside her heart was missing, that something has been torn out of her heart cruelly and ruthlessly, having left nothing but despair and sorrow instead.
As the faint glowing inside her chest ended, Tifa´s body began to wince, with her beautiful, smooth right hand moving in a way that seemed like she was reaching for something, even though that might have been a reflex caused by the pain she felt as well as her subconscious, as a means of expressing her desire to withdraw from her painful situation...
Only seconds after Tifa´s chest had stopped glowing faintly, something even more peculiar ocurred, something that would change things greatly.
Directly next to Tifa´s unconscious body, high up in the skies, a shining ball of white, blending light appeared virtually out of nothing. Of course Tifa did not notice this strange phenomenon that iluminated the sky and had a more than surprising effect: out of this glowing bally of energy, a man in a white robe suddenly appeared, slowly descending toward the ground next to Tifa´s body. His face was covered by a white mask, making his appearance even more mysterious than it already was, due to the most "unusual" (or completely unbelievable...) circumstances.
As his boots gently touched the ground next to Tifa, he immediately looked at the angel-like figure of the girl, with the pain inside her still visible in the expression of her face as well as her wincing and groaning.
"Tifa..." the man whispered as he kneeled down before her, taking a closer look at her body.
"So it happened..." he said, his voice expressing concern and sadness.
"That bastard!" he then exclaimed in anger, before he put his arms under Tifa´s body. Then he carefully lifted her body up, until he was firmly holding her perfect body in his arms, directly in front of his chest.
Being in his arms now, Tifa´s condition suddenly seemed to improve as she stopped groaning, with her face having a more calm expression. She then turned her head slightly toward his chest until she touched the white robe of the man, as if she was feeling more comfortable in his company, even though it was merely a reflex at that time, due to Tifa being unconscious. But maybe her subconscious was able to perceive the events going on around her, hence this slight reaction of her body.
"Tifa...everything will be alright. I won´t let you suffer and die...I promise." he whispered to the goergeous girl, his left arm being under her legs and his right arm being under her back so he could hold her properly and firmly.
Despite his face being hidden under a mask and his body being covered by a robe, it was impossible not to notice the passion that was emanating from this man, as well as his wondrously shining will to save the girl in his arms...the girl he seemed to know more than anyone might think.
Not even in her wildest dreams would she have imagined who or what was responsible for all this in the end, or that it was even more than a plain disease, and certainly not how she was to be cured in the end, as she was to learn later.
In her state, poor Tifa was probably still able to physically feel the pain, seeming to tear her entire body apart. The only positive aspect was most likely the fact that she could not really perceive the pain in her mind, even though her groans could make one think differently.
Now there she lay on the hard and cold ground outside Nibelheim, unable to move, unconscious and all alone. Especially the latter was typical for her life, at least for the past few years she had to go through. And somehow...wherever her mind was during the period of her being unconscious...she thought that she would die for sure, and that it would not even be such a bad thing at all. That way, she would be at least reunited with all those she loved so dearly and lost so cruelly in a painful twist of fate. Her dear mother...her beloved father...Aerith, her best friend and sister figure to her, at least for the time they knew each other...and the love of her life, Glenn. After all, she firmly believed in the afterlife, and maybe...maybe they would all be waiting for her to join them again, forever. And maybe Glenn would be waiting for her in the afterlife as well, willing to forgive her that she could not save him on the day she lost him. And forgive her her own weakness...
And even though her mind thought that these were her final moments, in solitude and sorrow, Tifa would not die just yet, just like that. And not only because fate had greater plans for someone like her.
Instead of fading away and dying, Tifa´s gorgeous, unconscious body began to glow slightly with a greenish light, emanating from her chest. This was certainly no plain disease or any simple sickness. Something was inside her, something that did not belong there and was causing her this pain.
Even though she had no idea what it was that was torturing her from inside her own body, one thing was for sure: she needed help, quickly, or else, things wouldn´t look too bright for her. But she was all alone, collapsed on the hard ground outside Nibelheim, away from her friends or anyone else who might have been able to help her.
Her suffering due to this pounding, persistent and deadening pain was once again an example for the sad fact that good people with pure hearts like Tifa don´t always get what they deserve. She would have deserved a good life, living together with the one she loved as a reward for all those good deeds she did in her life, for all the kindness she showed toward others, the countless times she used her strength to protect others and for the happiness she brought into so many peoples´ lives with her kind, innocent, soft spoken, charming, intelligent and quite often humorous nature. In short, there were a lot of reasons for people to respect and like her, and for Glenn to gall in love with, as it happened years ago. A girl like her, who much rather thinks about others first instead of her own good, a selfless and caring person, deserved more in her life. She deserved happiness, a life without bearing scuh heavy losses that felt like her heart was being ripped out of her body each time someone she loved had to be taken away from her. And yet, on the day Sephiroth burned down the village of Nibelheim and killed her father as well as Glenn, her life lost something so valuable that it could never be replaced again. Her heart was figuratively incomplete, having lost two persons she probably cared about more than about herself. It showed everyday ever since then that something inside her heart was missing, that something has been torn out of her heart cruelly and ruthlessly, having left nothing but despair and sorrow instead.
As the faint glowing inside her chest ended, Tifa´s body began to wince, with her beautiful, smooth right hand moving in a way that seemed like she was reaching for something, even though that might have been a reflex caused by the pain she felt as well as her subconscious, as a means of expressing her desire to withdraw from her painful situation...
Only seconds after Tifa´s chest had stopped glowing faintly, something even more peculiar ocurred, something that would change things greatly.
Directly next to Tifa´s unconscious body, high up in the skies, a shining ball of white, blending light appeared virtually out of nothing. Of course Tifa did not notice this strange phenomenon that iluminated the sky and had a more than surprising effect: out of this glowing bally of energy, a man in a white robe suddenly appeared, slowly descending toward the ground next to Tifa´s body. His face was covered by a white mask, making his appearance even more mysterious than it already was, due to the most "unusual" (or completely unbelievable...) circumstances.
As his boots gently touched the ground next to Tifa, he immediately looked at the angel-like figure of the girl, with the pain inside her still visible in the expression of her face as well as her wincing and groaning.
"Tifa..." the man whispered as he kneeled down before her, taking a closer look at her body.
"So it happened..." he said, his voice expressing concern and sadness.
"That bastard!" he then exclaimed in anger, before he put his arms under Tifa´s body. Then he carefully lifted her body up, until he was firmly holding her perfect body in his arms, directly in front of his chest.
Being in his arms now, Tifa´s condition suddenly seemed to improve as she stopped groaning, with her face having a more calm expression. She then turned her head slightly toward his chest until she touched the white robe of the man, as if she was feeling more comfortable in his company, even though it was merely a reflex at that time, due to Tifa being unconscious. But maybe her subconscious was able to perceive the events going on around her, hence this slight reaction of her body.
"Tifa...everything will be alright. I won´t let you suffer and die...I promise." he whispered to the goergeous girl, his left arm being under her legs and his right arm being under her back so he could hold her properly and firmly.
Despite his face being hidden under a mask and his body being covered by a robe, it was impossible not to notice the passion that was emanating from this man, as well as his wondrously shining will to save the girl in his arms...the girl he seemed to know more than anyone might think.
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