Unorthodox Cure

Disclaimer: I don’t own Final Fantasy 7.

Anorexic Whale: Are you still at it? Give it up. As a writer, you stink.

Demonize the Enemy: Go smooch a skunk.

Chapter 3: I Am Here.

Midgar

“What do you mean he’s not here?”

“I mean he took off for Kalm on his own.”

Tseng was pissed. He had arrived at the WRO headquarters a few hours ago only to be told that Strife was not present and to get the details from his friends, more specifically the ninja girl that seemed to be always hopped up on sugar.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. It was Strife’s rashness and impetuous decision that could ultimately jeopardize the entire mission. But did Strife consider this?

Nooooooo.

He just hopped on a flight and went on ahead without them.

Finally after the rest of AVALANCHE had arrived and were updated on their current mission everyone, AVALANCHE and the TURKS, departed for Kalm.


Kalm

It was quite.

Too quite. (Gee…that’s new)

Not a single soul stirred in the half demolition town of Kalm.

Cloud didn’t like it. He didn’t like the calm. Calm…Kalm…hehe.

Cloud gave himself a moment to be amused at that one.

The entire town had been evacuated, its people flown to Midgar. The town folks had been furious at how the WRO failed to handle the problem considering that it hadn’t been an outbreak of monsters but a couple responsible for all the destruction. Reeve had assured the people that things were being handled and that it is advisable that they remain in Midgar in the refugee camps till the problem had been solved.

Cloud could care less about the residents of Kalm. He was here to find his friend.

After being dropped on the outskirts of town, Cid had left with Cloud’s promise to phone in his finding and Cloud had left with Cid’s promise to come back with AVALANCHE and the Turks. He had then proceeded on to inspect the place.

Making his way through the half decimated town with his Tsurugagi (I’m not sure what Cloud’s modified buster swords’ name is) Cloud kept his ears and eyes open for any movement.

Almost 5 minutes into entering town Cloud sensed that he was being watched. And that was all that he sensed as something dashed through his peripheral vision. He quickly darted around in the direction of the movement while simultaneously drawing Tsurugi (again I’m not sure what Clouds sword is named). Nothing. There was nothing there.

Staying on full alert Cloud continued on. He couldn’t afford to get distracted or drop his guard as there was currently 3 demons running around, but soon his mind started to wander.

Galian, Death Gigas, and Hellmasker. How was that possible? Cloud wondered. And better yet everyone was quite familiar with the demons’ ferocity and viciousness. So how was it that they weren’t harming anyone? What were the demons up to? And if they were being controlled, who was pulling the strings?

But with all these questions running through his head one stood out the most. Why had he decided to journey alone?

Thinking back to when he made the decision Cloud discovered that maybe he didn’t.

Back in Midgar, while considering the problem, Cloud just had this sudden and unexplainable urge to come up here alone. He had felt a subtle power see into his mind and plant the idea into his head. But what had done this was a mystery. All he knew was that he had to come up here alone, without his friends. Thinking more and considering it more, he came to the conclusion that he may have just made a serious blunder.

‘Cloud.’

The voice had been so low and so weak that he, at first, didn’t hear it and continued on.

‘Cloud.’

A little louder but still unintelligible.

‘Cloud.’

Cloud froze. This time he did hear something, but the voice seemed as though it was coming from inside his mind.

‘Cloud.’

Did he really hear that or was he losing his mind?

‘DAMN IT SPIKE. BEHIND YOU.’

Cloud jumped up in the air, startled by the voice’s intensity and he turned around. What he saw, or rather whom he saw made him nearly drop his sword.

No. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t possibly be. No, he had seen him die before his very eyes years ago. So there was no possible way that it was Zack Fair that was standing there looking at Cloud while wearing the biggest, goofiest, and happiest smile he had ever seen the former first class soldier wear.

‘Spike haw have you’ve been?’ The apparition continued failing to see that his friend was shaking and on the verge of tears ‘It’s so good to see you again.’

The apparition suddenly paused to give the blond a look over ‘My you’ve certainly grown. And you’re carrying my buster sword! That’s awesome! I bet you can wield it as easily as Angeal and me.’

‘No, it can’t be you. You’re dead.’ replied a stricken Cloud.

‘Who me? Naaah. Well, yes actually. No, I mean no.’ pausing, the apparition took a deep breath to collect itself ‘Listen Cloud and listen well. I did die, but now I’m alive, but not completely. I’m still being purged and once I’m completely clean I’ll be able to wake up.

See right now, what you’re seeing is my apparition. It’s something I can only do now as the Lifestream is purging me. The real me is currently in Nibelheim in a comatose state.
But I’m alive Cloud and I’m not alone. A whole bunch of us were brought back and we’re all up here in Nibelheim.’

“You’re alive?” Cloud asked in disbelief “YOU’RE ALIVE”

Cloud ran forward to embrace his friend only to go right through his image and fall face first into the ground.

‘Well yeah. Haven’t you’ve been paying attention to what I’ve been saying? Geeze and Angeal says I have an attention span problem.’ Zack said in an amused tone. ‘And I’m up here in Nibelheim. What you’re seeing is my apparition. Not that seeing you jump and scream like a little girl wasn’t funny.’

“I did not scream like a girl.” Rising from the ground Cloud glared at the hologram, but couldn’t hold it for long as joy filled his heart. Zack was alive. His heart felt as thought it was about to burst as it brimmed with joy like of which he has not felt in such a long time.

“You’re in Ni…wait who’s Angeal?” he asked as he approached “and what others?” but Zack was shacking his head.

‘Not now. It’s a long story and right now you’re in danger. Come to Nibelheim, but you have to hurry, we’ll be moving out soon and I want you to come with us.’

Cloud, a bit confused, nodded only to halt.

“Zack you have no idea how badly I want to come, but first I have to find a friend of mine. He’s missing and may be in trouble.”

‘You don’t have to worry about him. He’s here with us and he’s fine. Just come as quickly as possible.’

As the apparition started to fade he caught Zack’s last words.

‘I love you Cloud.’

Stunned, and on the verge of tears, Cloud didn’t hear the roar of the Sierra’s engines five minutes later as it neared the decimated town or as it landed. And he didn’t sense the approaching figures behind him or acknowledge them until a hand touched on his shoulder.

“CLOUD! CLOUD! Oh god Cloud are you alright? Please answer me Cloud. What happened?”

Looking over his shoulder, Cloud met Tifa’s worried eyes. When she noticed those beautiful, blue orbs bloodshot with the telltale signs of crying she grabbed his shoulders and made him face her fully.

“Cloud?!” she asked again.

“Are you alright Strife?”

Too lost in his daze, he realized that he had failed to notice the figure standing behind her.

Tseng studied Cloud’s dazed expression noticing the shocked look on the other’s face. With his red, teary eyes, drooping hair, and hunched shoulders he portrayed the image of a tired soul seeking another of its kind.

And it seemed that Tifa had noticed that as well.

“God Cloud! You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Cloud was gently lifted to his feet and guided back to the Sierra.

Too preoccupied with the Blondes distress no one noticed the presence that had been watching them from the surrounding empty houses.

The presence, an ancient force, smiled to itself as it watched the band leave. Behind it, from the shadows, came 3 more arrivals to halt behind it waiting for their new master’s orders.

‘It seems my lovelies that your old host is being held in Nibelheim.’ It addressed them as it watched the Sierra take off. Then turning to the 3 demons ‘What do you say we go pay him a visit?’

Nibelheim

In a room in Nibelheim a certain red eyed gunman was coming to. As consciousness started to seep back to him Vincent maintained absolute control of his breathing making certain to hold the image of still being unconscious. Should his captors still be in the same room with him they would not become aware of him waking up. He maintained this facade and simultaneously reached out to the rest of the room with his senses. Failing to detect anyone, he deemed it safe to open his eyes. He woke up to the same room he had been in before losing consciousness and with no one in sight he started getting up.

Shaking off the last lingering effects of Sephiroth’s sleep spell, he struggled with the covers and made it to his feet. He looked around searching to see if his boots or mantle were around. Spotting them on a dresser across the room, he rushed over and donned them on eager to leave. And although he searched, he found no sign of his gun or materia. Logical. As he imagined that whomever it was that had kidnapped him would be a bit hesitant on leaving him armed, but luckily he still had his gauntlet and should he find himself in over his head he could always rely on his metamorphosis into Chaos or any of his other demons.

‘I have to get out of here before Sephiroth decides to come back.’

Making his way to the door, Vincent stopped and listened around for a few minutes for any movement. Hearing none, he reached for the doorknob to find it unlocked. And with no one around, he proceeded to make his way down the hall.

If he had still been completely human or anyone else besides himself, he may have walked right out of the mansion without having ever heard the slight noise coming from one of the occupants of the rooms.

But as he was him and his acute hearing, Vincent heard the sound of whimpering coming from behind a closed door as he passed. Halting momentarily he pondered wither he should check and see for what it was or just make a quick escape. But he then remembered where he was and what he himself had been through in this accursed place and quickly decided to check and see if he could help whoever was on the other side.

He approached the door and slowly and quietly opened a small crack so as not to alert anyone who might be inside.

Peeking into the darkness Vincent saw no one but a small body curled up in the room’s only bed. There were no other movements other than the room’s sole occupant. Entering the room and closing the door behind him he approached the bed so as to take a closer look at the other individual.

Although nearly swallowed by the sheer amount of blankets wrapped around the other’s body Vincent could clearly make out the other’s features. He was greeted by the visage of a young male who appeared to be in his early twenties. He had black, spike hair that reminded him of another’s gravity defying blond locks, pale skin, and the face of a doll.

Vincent started to wonder as to what his next move should be when the youth suddenly released a long, agonized groan.

Vincent froze not wishing to disturb the younger man from his sleep, but also wondering as to what might be ailing him.

‘His aura is tainted.’

Chaos.

Ever since Omega Vincent and Chaos have been on surprisingly good terms. Before he and Chaos had always been unreserved in expressing their hate for each other. Vincent hated how Chaos seemed to thrive on death and destruction and in turn Chaos hated Vincent’s seemingly weak nature. But upon what they both had to endure with Weiss and Deepground they reached an understanding which later turned into friendship. Now the demon had become more docile and less aggressive, even to have proven to be helpful and capable of holding a civilized discussion, even offering helpful advice whenever Vincent required it. And it seemed that this would prove to be one of those times.

‘He is playing the reluctant part of a host.’ Chaos continued.

‘Host? Host to what exactly?’ Vincent questioned telepathically.

‘I’m not sure.’ He replied, ‘but it appears to be malignant and from what I can see it’s pretty malignant.’

‘You can see what it is that resides in him?’

‘Yes, whatever you see I too can see and vise versa.’ Suddenly there was flash of light and Vincent found himself looking at the world in a scope of panorama unlike anything he had ever seen before.

Vincent realized that Chaos had just integrated his own vision with his own and was viewing the world the way Chaos saw it. Compared to his own vision, it was as if a veil had been lifted and Vincent could see with full clarity every small detail, every dimension, the auras surrounding ever object, and what looked like a green mist that seemed to permeate all objects, then to realize that he was actually looking at the drifts from the Lifestream. He then turned to look back at the young man under the covers.

He saw a bright violet aura that although was bright Vincent could recognize it as being strangled by an unknown force preventing it from truly realizing its full extent.

‘Look at his chest.’ came Chaos’ command.

Taking a closer look at the other’s chest Vincent recognized what appeared to be tentacles wrapped tightly around the boy’s aura. It stood out in black against his bright violet and seemed to be flaring.

‘Chaos that being is it not what attacked us before? What is it doing?’

‘It’s the malignant presence, it holds no place in his being and it seems to be trying to entangle its roots deeper into him, but something is prohibiting it. I don’t know what though.’

Vincent stared at the young man before him who seemed to be in quite the bit of distress if the groans and furrowed expression on his face was any indication. When the whimpering began Vincent couldn’t take anymore and set to removing his gauntlet off of his left hand.

‘What are you doing?’ Chaos questioned.

‘I’m going to try and help him.’ replied Vincent.

There are not many individuals…Well none still alive, that have ever seen Vincent’s left arm or what it has come to after being subjected to a scientist’s insanity. The limb, from the elbow down, was approximately the size of his human arm but there is where the resemblance ended. The appendage, that Hojo took onto himself to replace his original arm, was pitch-black, ended with talons, and seemed to be jetting black lighting from its surface in a ceaseless foray. It was also made up completely of chaotic pandemoniumal anti-matter (Anorexic Whale: No such thing exists we’re just pulling things from our asses but please play along). This was because the limb was an extension of Chaos and as such had the capability to disintegrate or render all Lifestream condensed objects back to their primal form. This means that the limb can actually serve as a catalyst for morphing material or breaking it to its primordial mako constituents.

And from what Vincent could discern from the being inhabiting the boy in front of him this was exactly what the situation demanded.

Zack’s POV

It was like I had been under a mako induced coma but somehow different. And I should know. I did spend 5 years in that Wako’s lab. I was coming to and feeling like I had been sleeping for ever. My body felt tired, heavy, and exhausted. Isn’t it weird how sleep sometimes makes you more tired than relaxed?

Suddenly it all comes back to me.

The Lifestream, the resurrection, and that thing whatever it was that felt heavy and malignant inside me. All my memories came rushing back into me in a colorful collage. Then I remember that heavy weight that had settled in my chest the moment I got my body back and how drained and unnatural I felt with whatever that thing was while it was inside.

All of a sudden I realize that I’m lying in a bed with a figure leaning over me. Honestly. If I didn’t know the guy from watching over Cloud and his friends from my place in the Lifestream I might have mistaken him for a vampire.

Vincent? Yeah I’m sure that’s his name, I knew all of their names, was leaning over me with his eyes closed and what I thought was his left arm pressed against my chest. I was too tired to jump when he opened his eyes and trapped me in their crimson depths. I knew from before what color they were but they still surprised me with their unique hues.

“How are you feeling?” he asked me in his deep baritone.

It took me a moment to reply as I collected my strength and tried to sit up. Seeing the difficulty I was experiencing, he reached over and helped me into an upright position. With my back to the headboard I finally managed to get a good look at him. And at his arm.

It looked freakishly wicked.

It wasn’t until he covered the appendage in a golden gauntlet that I realized that I had said that out loud.

“Sorry. Me and my big mouth.” I apologized. It seemed my stay and return from the Lifestream did squat to my old habit of blabbing anything and everything to everyone.

“You should be fine now that the entity is gone.” was his reply.

“Huh? Entity?” at first confused, but then I notice the lack of the strangling darkness in my chest where that thing resided, “Oh that. You killed it? How did you do that?”

“It was a creature of the Lifestream and I …have methods.” was all that he said. Suddenly he stood up from his position and turned to the door. I only had to blink for him to pull a disappearing act and vanish into the room’s shadows.

I was impressed, but I probably shouldn’t be after all he did used to be a TURK. I was wondering why he had done that when the door opened and in walked Angeal.

He looked up only to freeze when he spotted me awake and sitting up.

“Zack! You’re up!” he exclaimed, joy evident in his voice, and a huge smile on his face.

I returned the smile full force with all of the renowned exuberance and peppiness I was known for and was completely pressed by a large chest as his arms came around me in a steel vice hug.

“Yup. And we have Vincent here to thank for that.” I said pulling back trying to gesture a bit confusedly at the shadows at where I had thought he’d disappeared.

Angeal looked up and scanned the room only to find no one but us.

“Puppy there is no one here but us.” He said.
“He must have took off.” Then it hit me. “Crap! He took off. Sephiroth is going to throw a hissy fit.” But then the image of Sephiroth acting like a petulant kid going through a tantrum, stomping his feet, and pouting at having been denied his favorite toy came to me and I couldn’t help but snicker.

“What’s so amusing puppy?” Angeal asks me catching my giggle.

“Sephiroth is going to have a hissy fit.”


He dashed down the stairs from the second floor and across the foyer, not reducing his speed even when he saw the front door come into view.

Vincent was so close to freedom his could taste it. That was until he reached the manor’s front door. He even had his hand on the doorknob. But alas it was not meant to be. For the instant he was about to turn it, and make his was to the sweet sweet glorious outside world, he was halted by a pair of arms rapping tightly but gently around him and pressing him back against a rock hard chest.

“And why are you in such a rush?” came the sensual purr.

He froze up, all his muscles locking and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end as the familiar voice teased in his ear. He was then abruptly turned and pushed chest to chest with his captive. Face to face Vincent was able to take a look at his captor. He was met by a man in his mid-twenties, roughly his height with shoulder length red hair and blue eyes.

Acting on instinct, in a move normally too fast for humans to acknowledge or perceive, Vincent grabbed the other’s biceps and with a single move flipped him over his shoulder sending him flying across the room. But instead of crashing the other managed an elegant mid-aerial flip that landed him smoothly on his feet. The red head turned around to smirk only to find himself alone and the front door open.

Vincent rushed through the forest, adamant in putting as much space between him and the mansion as possible. But that plan was thwarted as he suddenly sensed someone coming up behind him at an alarming speed and land a few feet in front of him blocking his path. The figure was tall, with silver hair, and cat green eyes.

“Sephiroth.” He acknowledged with a cold voice.

Surprisingly, instead of smirking in his usual, arrogant, demented way, Sephiroth flinched at the cold note in the other’s voice and actually appeared depressed and hurt. He waited to catch the insincerity and the mocking gibe of ridicule, but received none.

This floored Vincent. Since when has the great general ever expressed sorrow, or shown a capability at being vulnerable at all much less remarks from foes and enemies.

But his contemplations were ceased by another approaching figure appearing behind him from the direction that he had just come from.

“Oh! There you are.”

Sephiroth peered behind the red eyed man’s shoulder to meet his companion’s eyes.

“Genesis.”

So that was his name. Vincent realized that besides being unarmed he was also outnumbered and was surrounded. Any attempt to make an escape may prove to be difficult when it comes to Sephiroth. And his companion, Genesis, seemed to posses a hidden power that may prove to be just as potent.

‘If matters turn violent I will assist you host’ came Chaos’ voice, ‘but I sense that it won’t come to that.’

“My apologies Sephiroth, but it seemed our friend here was in a hurry to leave.”

Sephiroth turned his gaze back to the weary gunman.

Vincent expected an attack or sarcastic comment, but what he didn’t expect was an apology.

“I am sincerely sorry Vincent. I did not wish that we meet again at such circumstances.”

And if that did not continue to confound Vincent, Sephiroth’s down cast eyes, bowed head, defeated stance spoke volumes to the man’s verity.

“Is that so?” was Vincent’s unbelieving reply “And what circumstances might those be?”

It was Genesis that came forth with the reply.

“That you would be under the impression that Sephiroth is or ever was a menace to you or to anyone.”

Vincent turned to the other man, making sure to keep both in his sights, not relinquishing his guard.

“Who might you be? And how would you know if Sephiroth is or is not a danger? Do you not know of what this man has done?”

“I’m not at all unfamiliar to his past. I am after all one of eldest friend.” Then with a more affectionate and sympathetic tone “One of his only friends.” Vincent didn’t miss the significant look that passed between both swordsmen. Genesis drew closer to Vincent as he continued, but Vincent held his ground. “The Sephiroth you knew and fought against is not the same Sephiroth that stands before you now. The threat that loomed over the world in the past was that cosmic leech JENOVA.” Sephiroth tried to supress the cold shudder that traveled down his spine. But his revulsion and hatred were as evident as the miserable look that passed across his face as he tried to hide behind his long silver mane. “JENOVA alone is to be held responsible for all the atrocities that were committed. She took control over him” Now he stood directly in front of the red eyed gunman with spite marring his visage. “EVERYTHING was HER fault.” From the vehemence in the other’s voice he could discern that the other was referring to deeper matters besides what had already been known. His face morphed then into depression. “And when all was over and done” he passed Vincent to stand next to the other swordsman whom had been silent during the entire thing, “he was left to take blame for actions he was not responsible for and to accept punishment.” Vincent took a moment to contemplate what was being said.

Could this be true? Could all that has passed been the actions of the alien gene? Could Sephiroth truly be innocent? To have been, not the deranged ex-general bent on bringing the end, but merely an unwilling puppet in JENOVA’s plot?

Even if he chose to believe this, there are still a few things that require clarification.

“Assuming that what you claim is true.” He turned to Sephiroth, “how do we know that JENOVA won’t reclaim her hold over you?”

Sephiroth looked up at Vincent with a dejected look, “I never wanted any part of her scheme, but she gave me no choice.” An even more miserable look brought Genesis to his side to embrace him, offering support. “I can’t undo my mistakes, I can only try to repent.”

‘My oh my, that sounds familiar.’ came Chaos’s amused voice, ‘I wonder whom do we know that once said and sought the same thing?’ far too amused for Vincent’s liking. ‘Well dear host? Can you think of anyone whom we might know? I think he may have even uttered those same exact words?’

Vincent ignored him, but only because he’d hate to admit that the demon was right, that he and Sephiroth may in fact be greatly alike.

“Am I to take it that you no longer or never planned for meteor? What about the clones? How do you explain their existence?”

“Please Vincent, can we save this conversation for our return to the mansion? This is no place to talk. Especially considering who may be listening. These last few days have bore witness to a monumental event and we may all be in danger.”

Vincent was about to protest, but then the past few days events started to come together. Recent events that were once ambiguous to the red eyed gunman started to become far more clearer in light of what he had learned.

“I will return with you to the mansion, but you must answer a few of my questions upon arrival.”

Sephiroth and Genesis both nodded in understanding.

Despite the amicable behavior, Vincent was still wary. But if he had to he could easily shift into Chaos or any of his other demons for either escape or defense.

‘I’d ready to help you host’ came Chaos’s deep rumble, ‘but I wouldn’t depend on the others.’

Curious Vincent tapped into his inner link with the other 3 monsters to investigate, only to meet dead silence.

‘Chaos how is that possible? What became of the others?’ he questioned.

‘Truth be told host I’m not sure, but I do believe you were attacked, but all I remember is a flash of white before all went dark.’

“What is he telling you?” Vincent’s thoughts were interrupted by Genesis’s question, “Chaos. What is he telling you?”

“How do you know about Chaos?”

“We have been watching you. You and your friends. And we know about Chaos.” Sephiroth replied, “And we know that you’re missing 3 entities, or more accurately, the 3 demons that once resided inside you.”

“Are you not the ones responsible for this?”

“No. I’m afraid there is another. But we’ll explain everything back at the manor.” He said.

With no other option but to agree Vincent nodded in acquiescence. Both Sephiroth and Genesis smiled. Genesis came forward and brought his arm to encircle a surprised Vincent’s waist and guide him back toward the direction they came from.

“Shall we?”


On the outskirts of Nibelheim.

The Sierra landed outside the town of Nibel. The ghost town despite the fact it was rebuilt remained deserted even after all those years.

Everyone unloaded off and congregated around Cloud as he revved Fenrir ready to depart for the Shin-Ra manor.

“Are you sure of this Cloud? What if it is a trap?”

“It’s not a trap Tifa.”

The martial artist still didn’t look convinced. And from the looks on everyone’s faces the others didn’t seem convinced either.

“If it’s not a trap, then why alone?”

“I don’t know Tifa, but if it’s really him we can’t go in all together. He told me their were others with him, our arrival in a huge group might set off alarms.”

Tseng frowned at the new information.

“If there are others with him, that’s all the more reason to come with you.”

“No. Besides, Zack would never have contacted me if he thought I’d be in danger. And if told me to come alone that means that there might be a hazard were others are concerned.”

Still no one was warming up to the idea of Cloud departing alone to the mansion. Seeing the doubt and concern on their faces Cloud tried once more to reassure them.

“I’ve got my PHS. If any trouble comes up I’ll give it a ring and you guys can swoop in and get me out.”

“Yeah but…”

“But no buts.” He interrupted, “That’s the plan and we’re sticking to it.”

A bit dejected everyone finally nodded in acceptance without removing their frowns at his impetuous decision.

Cloud noticed this but ignored them. He was too anxious. Zack was at Nibelheim mansion. He could feel waves of anticipation and desperation coiling in him. Zack. His Zack. His first true friend. The first and only man he ever loved. The man that defended him. The man he had that he had lost. The man that was taken from him and was left in the world alone without his reassuring presence, or his beautiful smile, or violet eyes so full of life and laughter. All he wanted to do was rush over to the Shin-Ra mansion, tear down the doors, jump into his arms and cry until there are no more tears to shed.

Revving Fenrir, Cloud ripped through the streets of Nibel. The engine’s roar loud in the deserted town.

Nothing and no one was getting between him and Nibel manor.


Nibelheim Mansion

The sounds of a motor broke the quite peace between the group of 3 seated in the library.

Sephiroth and Genesis had just finished informing Vincent on the events of the past few days when the Fenrir’s engine cut through the quite room.

From the 2nd floor Vincent heard the sound of running foot steps making their mad dash toward the front door accompanied by joyous exuberant yells.

“He’s here. Spike’s here.” Then the sound of the front doors slamming open, “CLOUD.”

Sephiroth appeared a bit restless and worried, but wore a small smile similar to Genesis’s at their friend’ obvious happiness.





To Be Continued…

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