It was dark, as always. I was lost in memories, my little brother dominating my thoughts. It was dark and I couldn't help but let the memories take over. Not just my own, but Misery's too.
We where in the little house that our family owned in Wutai. I was five and my little brother, Vincent, was four months. I was chattering excitably about my first day of school. I was starting Kindergarten.
Mother was listening, a small smile on her face, as she gently rocked Vincent. Father was getting ready to leave for the Shin-Ra labs like every morning. He kissed Mother and me on the forehead and looked lovingly at Vincent and picked up his briefcase.
I loved that moment. My father was born and raised in Junon. He worked for Shin-Ra and was assigned to the labs here, in Wutai. He married my mother, the daughter of a well-known, and rich, Wuta man. It was a time when Shin-Ra and Wutai could co-exist in piece. Now, this memory was second before the Wutai/Shin-Ra broke out. I do mean seconds.
Next thing I knew, a throwing knife easily cut though the window and embedded itself into my father's skull.
Mother screamed and grabbed my arm, pulling me from the house moments before it caught fire.
That's when I saw my first Ninja. The surrounded the house.
They didn't care about the wife and children of the man they just killed. Their target was dead, body burned.
They ran to the Shin-Ra labs. When they reached it, they found it, too, was burning. Screams came from the building. Ninjas guarded it, to make sure no fool tried to rescue the poor souls trapped within.
Blood was everywhere. My demon's brother held her, tear's prickling his eyes. This was Misery's last human moment and I was trapped in her body.
"No," He kept repeating that word, holding her tighter. He pulled the sharp, poison laced dagger from Misery's stomach. Fire was spreading though her body, slowly killing her. "Mimi," He gasped. "Don't leave me. You can't leave me alone. You promised me that you'll never leave me alone. You said you would protect me."
"I'm sorry," She croaked. Wow, Misery sounded a lot different seven thousand years ago. "I wish I could keep my promise."
"You still will," Clark growled. Misery looked at him in confusion. He picked up the dagger.
"NO!" It was too late. Clark drove the blade into his own heart.
Cold bit into my skin, sinking into my bones. I was ten, Vincent was five. We where holding onto each other as we waited for Mother to come home.
Five years ago, on this very day, we fled from Wuta, fearing for our lives. We bought a small, rundown apartment in Midgar.
Mother had struggled to get a good job, but none could be found. So, she had to resort on selling her body to men.
She and I had grown apart. I hated her for not finding a good job that didn't required her becoming a whore. Most children at school knew about my mother's profession and said I would turn out a slut like she was.
That was the night she never came home.
It was freezing cold. My skin, or Misery's, was an ashen grey. Her normally beautiful nails where horrifying claws, a midnight black. Wild red hair fell past her shoulders, an odd contrast to her normally neat blond hair that was cut short.
Her brother was not to far from her. He looked different as well.
There was another man. He was very handsome, but cold. Besides, Misery had a husband. That no good bastard was the one who betrayed her, the one responsible for her death.
"Welcome," The man said, his voice causing shivers to go up and down her spine. So formal… "Welcome to the underworld. We where rejected by the LifeStream, for the Sins we have done. As I have seen that you have done nothing to bad, I give you a chance to go back to the living world."
"There's a catch, isn't there?" Clark growled.
"Of course there is." The man smirked, enjoying the feeling of anger that came from Clark. "You two are now demons. You will now be called Chaos and Misery. In order to be apart of a living world. You can put yourself in a vial and wait for a human to inject you into another, humans do that."
Misery's heart drop. She would have to possess a human to live.
I was scrawny compared to the other youths that wanted to be in the Turks, but I had advantages.
The head of the Turks, he went by the name of Fang back then, stood next to the president and was watching us carefully. The President sneered when he saw me, the only girl in the group, thin and lanky, no muscle mass.
Just because girls where aloud in the Turks, it doesn't mean their let in. The act that aloud women into all Shin-Ra ranks where just to please women activists.
They had to complete a series of obstacles in order to get to that last stage before they become a trainee.
Now we where faced with the first section. Speed, then it will be mix and agility, then swimming, quickly followed by more running and I couldn't see farther then that..
"Go," The order was sent out and we shot forwards.
Three quickly fell behind. Seven where left.
The burly teen next to me stuck out his foot in an attempt to trip me. I leapt over it and pushed forwards.
The sections wasn't all that long and before I knew it I was climbing over slippery walls with the slightest hold. I was leaping from edges and ducking under tree trunks. I was hurtling over tubes and dodging roots that stood in the air.
Four teens fell behind here, leaving three.
I dived into the cold water, not removing my clothing. There would be no going back for them if I didn't fall behind.
The formerly light tank top and shorts tugged at my body, trying to bring me down.
During the swimming leg, nobody fell behind. We raced though a forest, everybody being able to keep up with each other.
We came out of the forest to find a small clearing, weapons lining the area. They where all blunt edged blades or paintball guns, modeled to look like actual guns, as a way so nobody got hurt.
The fighting then began.
Misery possessed her first person easily. It was the Queen that was her first victim. Misery told the queen that it would be her son that would be the next king, not one of the King's other sons.
The king had so many wives that he didn't notice that one of their eyes changed from a lovely green color to a vibrant purple color.
Chaos possessed the Queen's son, promising him power. Chaos showed the prince how to win the king's favor, training him in the art of the sword, and Misery trained the Queen in how to act like a woman from the dead kingdom of Hartz, something the king admired in a woman. Misery also taught her dead languages.
The demon siblings fed from the happiness of the queen and prince.
The prince took the throne. But their happiness couldn't last forever.
People began to notice the beautiful queen and handsome prince never aged.
They where called witches, and the king burned them to their death, releasing Misery and Chaos.
I quickly joined forces with the skinny youth and we overpowered the burly teen. The youth I allied with, who I would learn was called Justin, used throwing knives and a small sword. I was using two 0.5 caliber guns, and holding onto a small Wutain sword.
Soon Justin and I where head to head, shooting and throwing knives at each other. He slammed the flat of his blade into my chest, knocking the air out of my lungs and forcing me to kneel. He had the sword at my throat.
The president and Fang emerged from the trees, applauding us.
Fang looked at us before speaking. "Welcome to the Turks Justin Sinclair and Memory Valentine."
I was brought out of my memories by voices.
We're both going crazy, Misery told me. I hear them, too.
The leather straps that I had grown so use to began to get irritating.
I closed my glowing purple eyes and began breathing slowly, like somebody that was sleeping. My hand slipped under my back and grabbed the old knife I had gotten to use on a nurse. I had stolen it just when they stopped check on me.
How long had it been since they stopped checking on me? I asked Misery.
Twenty years. It's thanks to me you survived this long. Soon, I'm not going to be able to keep you alive anymore. She replied.
Crap, I was going to die starving, alone.
The heavy door swung open to reveal a really cute blonde, a guy with long black hair that reminded me of someone, also cute, and a girl with short dark brown hair.
For some reason, Misery did not like the guy with the black hair. So, not having human contact forty years, I decided to tell him.
"My demon doesn't like you."
He blinked at this and said the one thing I didn't want to hear. "Memory?"
No, this couldn't be happening. He couldn't have one!
I began screaming "No" over and over, going into a mental breakdown. This aloud Misery to come out.
I assumed a fetal position in my mind and watched as my baby brother's friends get ready to battle her.
Misery laughed at them, making a shiver go up the woman's and the blonde's spine.
"I do not wish to fight you two mortals," she said. "I wish to fight Chaos." They seemed confused but stepped back. Vincent looked like her didn't want to, but he let his demon take over.
Misery leapt forwards and the other demon caught her, spinning her around a few times. An odd laughter bubbled from Misery's lips, a smile revealing her sharp teeth.
"It's good to see you, Brother." Misery bellowed.
Chaos smirked at her. "A fiend looks better then you, Sister, as always." He teased lightly. Vinnie's friends looked shocked to see Chaos not trying to destroy something.
After I gained some control, I moved forwards, pushing back for a little while.
"I guess I should explain to those who don't know the Valentine history." Chaos smirked at this. " My name is Memory, I am sixty-six years old in December, and¾"
"You're already sixty-six, Memory." It looks like Vincent was able to reign some control of his demon
"Shut up and let me finish," I growled. "As I was saying, I am the older sister of Vincent Valentine."
The girl gasped in shock, brown eyes wide.
"Vin-Vin has a sister?"
Vincent/Chaos growled while Misery and I laughed together.
A/N: For those of you who are like "Dude, isn't Vincent and Memory finding each other suppose to be, like, a big thing?" the answer is, No, it is not. It is what leads up to the main thing: Misery finding her long lost mate and Memory falling in love and trying to get over heart break. I do not own FFVII.