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“I heard that tonight is the night when one is suppose to dress up in costumes and watch scary movies and eat popcorn and candy. Is this true?”

“Are we going to get drunk and have festivities?”

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“Good since your tougher then anyone else I know.” Chuckling softly since how long has it actually been since they’ve been able to act like friends and not enemies going straight for each others throats? Looking back on the landscape a bit once more before it was no turning back, this would be the last that anyone would remember of them since if they disappeared then that means the world would be able to rest in a theory. But he wouldn’t know until it happened and living his days out in Banora with Buster sounded like a dream until it happened, at least it’s not an impossible dream. As Buster spoke up, Masamune returned his attention to the blond weapon, giving a softer smile that also had a hint of sadness yet was swept away as soon as the core of said apple was dispensed. 

“Honestly after all that’s happened, no one had time to think or react properly but now we can. The only other time that we talked was at Nibelheim a few months back and that was it…..” Breathing out more, his voice went softer as he wanted to hug the taller weapon but waited. “Definitely missed you more than anything Buster, you and Rapier……But I’m just glad that we get to be together once more.” Giving a smile and leaving the other to interpret what he said, he then chuckled before he started walking forward as they would need to make up for lost time.

Buster listened as the other spoke starting a long, feeling the weight of the necklace around his neck that he had picked up on the cliff side. “Nibelheim...“ the blond weapon breathed. He paused for a moment, the memories dark and full of feelings he wasn’t quite sure how to interpret. He reached over and took Masa’s hand, holding it tightly and leaning against him, some to take a little weight off his leg and some for comfort. “Nibelheim was a long time ago it feels like...back before then...things were happy and the sun shined....”

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With the sun rising along the horizon, the light filtered through the window of the jail cell as it made the second prince of Baharnak squint and open his eyes slightly, blinking a small bit since he was in the jail cells? Course, his body reacted faster then his mind and he was about to call out for the guards, telling that this was a mistake for him to be here when he suddenly remembered that oh yeah, his city was sacked last night and less then a few hours as he let out a shuddery breath. Leaning back onto the stones as his clothes, a mixture of both night and battle, provided little comfort against the coldness of the jail cell. Yet he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around his legs since it had been only a few hours and everything had changed……..

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Masu’ne, the second son and the eldest of the twins between him and Mursu’na, and then their was his elder brother, Sepfir. The crown prince who had gone off to start his own town and also had recently gotten engaged to a princess of a neighboring ally. His twin had gone off to serve since he wanted more action then the simple royal life which to be honest, suited his brother all the better. For Masu’ne, deciding to stay home with his father and help out with the court and other royal duties was more his style and his father didn’t mind. Course that didn’t mean they weren’t aware of what was happening since with the death of Alexander the Great, his father warned him of the power struggle that would be happening in this uncertain time. All the while, the silver himself had hoped that impending war or civil strife never reached there walls…..

                                    Oh how he was so wrong……

It had all worked so well to the greeks advantage as none of them knew of the attacks that were incoming, none of them knew about the spies that had infiltrated them, none of them knew about the traitors that would turn the second that it started. For the silver, it would have been another busy day in court and making sure everything ran smoothly in Baharnak. But again, that would have happened if it weren’t for the sudden surprise attack from inside their walls as no one knew what had been happening until it was. The silver himself knew how to fight since despite being royalty, he needed to learn the art of combat and he was glad he did but it hadn’t been enough. They barely had time to send a falcon out to inform his brother, though whether the bird made it or not, at least the message was at least sent out. However, the second prince had been standing along with his father in the last line of defense but it still wasn’t enough since this was the greeks for damn sakes. But with his father’s age and slowness, he couldn’t compare to the younger, more agile men and with that, he saw his father get cut down.

With his father dead, the guards and whoever else fighting scattered to the wind, Masu’ne had been taken prisoner and placed into the jail cell for the time being.

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And that’s where he still was until he heard movement, before the silver looked up a bit with his violet eyes and watched as the greek soldier’s approach and held up shackles. Honestly, how was he even going to fight back without a sword, so might as well go without a hassle as he sighed deeply. Frowning as he felt the shackles placed around his wrist and connect to the shackle around his neck, granted it had been a little extreme but he was in enemy hands so they didn’t want to take any chances. Following the soldier’s as he stayed quiet, the moment that the silver got to glimpse out at his beloved home, he was heartbroken before turning his sights away as he supposed they were leading him to the throne room to meet up with his would be conqueror. It took a bit of time but when they finally made it, the silver narrowed his eyes slightly at the blond greek who had his back turned to him.

“My lord, we brought the prince up from the dungeons as you requested. What shall you command us to do with him?” Granted he knew enough about the greek language since thanks to his education but turning his head away, he really didn’t want to know as one of the options would be to put him to death as he was after all, competition and technically the rightful heir to this city.

The Greek warrior turned around at the question, to face the captured prince in question. The young man brushed his golden locks out of his face. “I think neck shackles are a little excessive...unless you are afraid that he is going to get away and you won’t be able to handle him.” he chucked lightly at the guards.

Busterivas came over to Masu’ne with a kind smile, though the blood on dirt on his armor gave hint that even behind the smile was someone who was not meant to be trifled with.

“I know no matter what I say, I will still be the enemy to you, an oppressor. But for what it is worth, I am not here out of a thirst for blood or to strip your beautiful land of her resources. I am here because I am the third son in my family. First gets power, second gets the military and the third gets the freedom but then has to carve out his own path and that is what I am doing.  Anyways....”

He turned now, moving to the balcony to overlook the city. “What is done is done, and thankfully with as little blood shed as as possible and I do not plan on spilling more if it can be helped. I will not kill you, Prince, unless you give me reason to. Right now I will have you confined to your quarters...will all sharp objects removed of course...and you will be able to move around the palace as needed with an escort.” he pushed away from the balcony and started back towards the guards and Masu’ne. “The first order of business is to tend to your fallen king and whatever is needed for you and your people to properly morn him. His body has been collected and taken to the royal chambers. I do not know your traditions for tending to he dead...however, we cover the eyes with drachma to pay for the soul’s fair across the river styxs. We have done this for any of your people who have fallen, including your king...”

The blond then signed, running his hand through his blond locks, trying to organize his thoughts further. “I think that is it for anything immediate...I still need to wait for the assessment of the city...wounded...supplies...facilities...some of those will have to wait until the palace is stabilized...” he mumbled, now talking more to himself then to anyone else. “Oh um...” he looked to the guards. “Give the prince whatever he needs to do his job tending to the dead. Bring to me any daggers in his room or...you know stabby things...and he can have free reign in there. Just make sure he has an escort everywhere else.”

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“Before nightfall huh? Then let’s get a move on shall we?”

After that and heading out of the Inn with the innkeeper surprised that they kept their word, Kalm was definitely in a busy state with half of the refugees from Midgar and the other half being sent back to the city to help look for survivors and bring the people food. Masamune was grateful that they excited when they did since if they left any later then nothing would be available. Going from each shop: Item, weapons, defense, and food, he got only what was essential but at least there was a great stock on potions still. He did slip away from Buster a bit as he had managed to nab quite a few apples, granted not dumbapples but a substitute none the less. The silver also had to be careful about people seeing his silver hair though he did make a few excuses saying that he had grown out the silver hair at an early age and he didn’t want to dye it or something but it seemed to have been believable.

Once meeting up with Buster some more, they finally headed to their location that Buster needed to go as he followed the blond’s lead. When they had got to their location, the cliff overlooking a now ruined midgar in the distance, the blade had gotten distracted with the view with the setting sun that when he heard the other speak up, Masamune breathed out as he nodded. “Sounds good. And I guess this will be the last time we see this city, not that I’ll miss it since I already had fives years away, you know?” He breathed out as he then took out an apple before tossing it to the younger weapon.

“Right, lets get going and find that master swordsmith first.”

Buster blinked as he easily caught the apple the other had tossed him. He looked at it for a moment, turning it over in his hand a bit lost in through for a moment. It had been a long time since he had one of these. When was it last...oh yes Cosmo Canyon...

He then smiled to the other, taking a large bite. It was nice and juicy. Not quite had the flavor of a Banora White, but it was still good. Buster never met an apple he didn’t like.

“Thanks...” he replied to the other as he came back to meet up with him. “I really needed this right now.” He glanced back behind him over the ruins of Midgar. “I won’t miss this place either...I really almost think I would rather forget...but lets get going.”

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Journey To Banora

Buster woke from an uneasy sleep, the morning sunlight filtering through the shabby drapes in their small room at the local in in Kalm. Letting out a heavy, Buster ran his hand across his face as he laid in the bed, a dull pain radiating in his right knee. The pain had seeped into his dreams, twisting them even more than they already were. He dreamed about the final battle he fought maybe just two days before against his best friend and love Masamune.

Clack! Ting! Clack! Ting! Clack!

Each strike of Masa’s was to the point and keenly focused on a single point. As a blade, Buster wasn’t exactly fast but what he lacked in speed he made up in bruit force and strength. Only he could be consider Masamune’s equal. However, what Masa lacked in strength he made up in speed and agility, making him Buster’s equal if he was left unchecked.

And now it showed. Each precise strike had left Buster chipped and wounded, about a quarter of the way down from his blade tip. In his human form, even though the shift of anatomy wasn’t exact, his translated to an angry looking wound on his knee. It was red, looking almost like a cut that sat under the skin, two small vein like marks spreading out from it.

He was not only chipped...he was cracking.

They were small, only hair line cracks, but those were the worse since they could spread out and multiply if not taken care of. This left an interesting yet very unconformable pain sensation. The blade had been hurt many times before in his human form; he could be stabbed through the chest, cut up and bleeding but a good rest in his sword form fixed him right up. And human pain wasn’t quite a big deal to him. But this...his was a wound on his true form, a wound that would not heal without skilled repair. This was a pain that went deep and he could not escape it. Also it was causing him to leak energy which, while insignificant now, would cause more trouble as time went on.

The sound of the water filling a tub snapped him out of his thoughts and he sat up. Masa wasn’t in his  bed so he must be bathing and getting ready. Buster had already cleaned himself up the night before so it wasn’t necessary for him to do it again (his hair wasn’t as long as Masa’s anyways). Shifting, he grimaced a little at how stiff his leg was when he moved, standing up and feeling only a little zing of pain when he stood. Bandaging it up and putting pressure on it would probably help...if they actually had a first aid kit. Anyways...he and Masa were travailing to Buster’s hometown of Banora to start a new life after the torn world, to hide from the chaos and everything else that was happening after Metorfall. But...now this meant they had to take a detour. There was not a Master Smith in Kalm and now he had a choice to make:

Go to Corel were there might be a Master Smith...

Or go to an area outside of Gongaga where he knew there was a Master Smith but the man might not be there.

And by the way this wound was setting in...they wouldn’t have enough time to check both places since each one was a bit out of their way.

That also meant that he would eventually have to tell Masa and he wasn’t sure how he was going to do that yet.

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Buster smiled softly to the other as he chewed on the bite of apple. "I can walk well enough. I'm not falling apart yet." he replied, looking out over the landscape. He had a bunch of mixed emotions some of them sitting like a bubble in his chest. He was thankful to get back the memento that he found laying in the dust though it was bringing back a few memories he didn't want to think about.

"I don't think...we ever had time to think about just us before." he replied as he situated his pack and his cloak, feeling a bit of stiffness in his knee. "I think...it might also be nice to forget..." he replied softly before taking several more bites of the apple before tossing away the core.

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The apple was something small and well, something that he knew Buster enjoyed eating and having on him, and to see the younger turn to him and take a giant bite out of it, the silver couldn’t help but chuckle gently. Despite everything that happened, despite his own master going ape shit and almost destroying the world, this felt like something that would have happened back at Shin-ra and it did happen multiple times. Cherished memories that he definitely didn’t want to forget at all but seeing how his elongated dip in the lifestream managed to retrieve a good chunk back, at least he knew there was a way. Hearing Buster give his thanks, Masamune nodded once more as he spoke afterwards.

“I have more that I managed to buy from the market seeing how they had some left over. Granted they’re not Banora whites but they’re a good substitute until we get to Banora.” Going silent as the elder nodded once more to what the blond had to say, Masamune agreed entirely despite the fact that he felt a twang of wanting to stay but knew it would be pointless. This home was and is gone, and has been for the past five years while he was in the lifestream. His new home will be in Banora with Buster, which will be nice and away from society at most unless people decided to come hunt them down for some reason. “Right.” Walking over to the blond, he then spoke up more as he gave a gentle smile.

“Once we’re in Banora, that is when we’ll get to forget about Shin-ra and just focus on us and simply relaxing. And that’s once we get there, not going to happen unless we start moving or do I have to start carrying you~?”

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