Angeal Hewley's Next Best Adv

As much as I hate it, I have to admit that as brilliant as my mind is, it's filled with rampant plot bunnies. Many, many rampant plot bunnies. And I just can't resist...ugh.

So this, is one of them. Another reincarnation fic--see a pattern here? You must've realized by now that I'm kinda obsessed with the concept of reincarnation--featuring one Angeal Hewley from FF7 who is...I'm spoiling dis fic...reincarnated as a puppy in our world.

Yay. Karma at its finest.

I call it: Angeal Hewley's Next Great Adventure. Totally ripped it off from Dumbledore.

This is only the prologue tho. Or a short teaser. Not sure if I'll post it in FF.

He was floating. Floating in a sea of black. And yet, there was nothing there. He tried calling, waiting for someone, something to happen, until he finally lost his hope and let himself float around. It was fitting, he supposed, for his afterlife to be spend floating in the darkness for eternity. After all, he was a monster, and monsters do not deserve peace, even in the afterlife.

He let his mind wander. Especially after what he did to his student, Zack. He had basically betrayed him, left him for good, hoping that Zack would not chase after him, hoping that he would not be dragged into all this mess, hoping that he was not stupid enough to risk his life to try to bring him—an abomination, a monster—back.

Angeal chuckled bitterly. He should have known better. His puppy of a student has a stubborn streak a mile wide. How foolish of him to assume that he would just give up because of a warning he gave. Looks like his lessons sank in, then, he thought fondly. He was too caring and still too naïve for his own good.

He sighed, hands covering his face in guilt and self-depreciation. Then it came to the worst. He had practically forced Zack to kill him. He admitted, that was quite cowardly of him, even when he was not thinking clearly back then. He was proud though, of the strength and maturity his student had shown in their last battle—if it could be called one. He wasn’t really lucid at the time.

He had hoped that afterwards, he would find peace in his death. How wrong of him to think so.

Consumed in his own regrets and anguish, Angeal was considerably startled when thousands of voices spoke together as one, with green tendrils of light circling him.

“Angeal Hewley,” the voices said, not sounding separate but not quite whole either. “We have come to a decision.”

“What? What do you mean?” Angeal asked, not quite sure about what the voices were talking about. He had a bad feeling about this. His gut instincts—coupled by his beasts’—were rarely wrong.

“We have decided that you shall be reborn to another world—a universe parallel to this one.” The voices continued, “Be grateful for this chance, but be warned that we cannot control your form due to higher authorities. We could only send your memory along with you.”

“Wait, what?!” Angeal exclaimed, mind still reeling when hearing the word ‘reborn’, and thus not quite paying attention to the last sentences. “What do you mean? Is this a punishment for my sins?”

The voices were silent for a few second before they answered, “Think of it as you like. May it be to atone for your sins or that of a second chance.”

Before Angeal could open his mouth to reply, the green tendrils circling around him started moving faster and faster, whisking him away to his next destination.

Meanwhile, far behind the glow of the surrounding Lifestream, the Goddess Minerva smiled.

xxxxx

When Angeal woke up, he felt much disoriented. That, he noted, and the world seems as if it grew ten times bigger all of a sudden. He gave out a low groan, which, even in his discombobulated state, he realized, sounded suspiciously like an animal’s whine.

“Oh, thank goodness the puppy’s okay. We thought we lost you, runt.” A gruff voice sighed above him.

’Wait, what?’ Angeal thought, ‘puppy? Runt?

He looked up.

And saw two giant farmers looking worriedly right at him.

‘This explains a lot,’ the logical part of him thought while the others were frozen in shock. ‘The animalistic whine, the world becoming bigger. We’re a puppy!’

The part of him with a morbid sense of humor chuckled dryly. ‘Ironic. We got killed by a puppy—even if not willingly—and then got reborn as one.’

Unable to withstand so much mental breakdowns and a physical exhaustion in a short period of time, Angeal the puppy fell unconscious.