Stratum stared out the window he was still in ShinRa building, but now out from the cold, he was in a room. The room had a table with five chairs and a big window in front of the table. He was guessing a lunch room, for the workers. It was easy too walk around ShinRa building since had the worked for ShinRa military school, and already he was planning too become a Turk. He watched as the snow out the window as the people past by. Those people were the people that Stratum wanted to fight for. So badly he wished to become a Turk, meeting so many different others. Jiang the one that he had talked too and then fought. Julian a kind hearted Turk, whom he had coffee with. Both of them were told the feeling of himself, the fire burning brightly inside his soul, screaming to grow. He sighed. Maybe he should just chase Tseng around the whole building? There was no one else who could make him a Turk, unless he just waltz up too president Rufus’s office and asked him. Throwing his head back, he could feel a head cold. Walking outside with Julian and then coming in the ShinRa building into the warmness, wasn’t making Stratum feel any better. Opening his black knee-high coat, he dig his hand into his pocket. when raising his hand to his face, he saw no napkin. “Oh! My napkin?!” He quickly stood up. Remembering that he gave it too Julian, he slowly retreat back too his normal state. He bite his lip wondering why he had given it too Julian, he began too wonder if Julian even took the time out too look at it. The napkin was very special too Stratum. It was his mother’s….
*The past* (Stratum doesn’t talk about his past, so this is important too read)
Stratum (which wasn’t his real name) cried as the two men took him from his parents. “No!! MOMMY!!” He was only 10. In Midgar these years, war was known too all families, but war never cleared up. Soon it began too get so bad, that all parents. Women and men were send too war, as for children they were taken from their own parents. Of course, for safety. But Stratum never saw his parent ever again. The woman ran over too the two men. “please, let me see my son for the last time! Please!!” The two men stared at her, but slowly they put down Stratum. “Mommy. Do I have too go?” “It’s ok honey. Here take this with you.” She placed the little napkin into his hands. “Your napkin.” His mother nodded and then smiled. “Yes. I want you too have it honey.” She smiled and then gripped his hands with hers. “why?” he asked trying too hold back the tears. She was trying too hold back her tears as well. “B-Because it brings good luck. Give it too the person you most care about, and that person and you will be forever in love.” “mommy.” She gave it too Stratum. The napkin was soft pink with patterns of strawberries on it. He had kept it since that day, even in Military school. Even now at the age of 20. Always remembering his mother’s worlds.
Now he had given it too Julian. Silly him. He had gotten so excited, about what Julian said. He would have too go back too him and ask for it. He got up and blushed. “Forever in love..” He wondered if, it was true. As long as she had it, his father and her loved another very much. He walked out, into the hallway. Still thinking. After all, he was gay.
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