My memory made real.
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Final Fantasy VII › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
1
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1,108
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2
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My memory made real.
The Highwind always made for a little bit of a bumpy ride. The airship was in constant motion, rocking back and forth as it made its way through the sky. Tifa had never been completely comfortable on board. After all the time she’d spent on this ship, traveling the world with the others and she still hadn’t quite used to the feeling, or gotten over the knowledge that they were hanging in the air, held up by nothing more than a few spinning blades on the sides of the ship.
As such, she was starting to think that coming up to the desk was a bad idea. She leaned against the side rail, watching the clouds as they passed. It was surprisingly quiet though, that was something. The propellers were farther back on the ship and the noise they made couldn’t be heard up here. The breeze was relaxing, even if the rocking sensation was a little bit of a bother, and that made this the best place on the ship right now.
Tifa needed something to relax her because the world had become a very stressful place to live. A giant rock coming from the sky to destroy their world, a crazy man with giant swords who wanted to be a god, and a million other things causing undo pain in her life. Going through Cloud’s head… well, not Cloud. Not really. Cloud was dead. And somehow, this just happened to be like him. He’d taken her memories and became what she thought Cloud should have been. It… It was her personal creation really; it had been created by her memories and her thoughts. He was her’s in a weird sort of way.
“Tifa?” Ah, speak of the devil. Cloud was making his way over, just up from the lower decks. It looked just like him. Well, just like she remembered his face anyway. Supposedly there was more than a little of the soldier, Zack, in this thing.
“Right here Cloud. I just needed some fresh air.” She didn’t look back at him; she watched the clouds, trying not to think about anything but the wonderful view from up here. “Something wrong?”
“No, no. Well, not really. Actually… We haven’t talked since… the thing.”
“Since that trip into your head.”
“Yah, that. Look,” Cloud leaned against the rail next to Tifa but didn’t turn to look at her. Instead, he looked at the clouds as well. He placed a hand on the back of his head and glanced the other way, “I… I’m sorry.”
She hadn’t been expecting that. She turned her head slightly, enough to look at him. Her green eyes just showed through the locks of her black hair that fluttered in the breeze. “What? For what?”
“For lying to you… even if I didn’t know I was.” Cloud leaned his elbows on the railing and lowered his head until his chin rested on his crossed arms. “I’m not Cloud. I’m something else. I don’t even know if I’m really human at all. I… I just felt guilty for lying to you.”
“Cloud…” Tifa turned the whole way. For some reason, she suddenly felt guilty for thinking exactly these thoughts a moment ago. Maybe it was having the person right here, or maybe it was that she didn’t really want to believe it. Either way, she felt she had to say something. “Cloud, it’s not your fault. Sephiroth…”
“Didn’t have anything to do with me. Well, not the real one anyway. Sephiroth is dead… and so is Cloud, most likely. You know… I could just jump over the edge right here. I’m just the shadow of someone else and a bundle of stolen memories. Your memories.” He still hadn’t looked at Tifa. He was staring blankly over the side and into the sky. He sounded like he was talking to himself as much as to her.
It surprised him greatly when something quite hard struck him in the side of the head. He stumbled and gripped the railing, raising his hand to his head. Tifa has just smacked him. Hard!
Tifa cracked her knuckles and turned so she was facing him fully, leaning her hip against the railing. “Stop talking nonsense, Cloud. You’re as human as any of us. We’ve all come this far right? Why should we have to change just because of something in your past that doesn’t affect the future?”
“What?” Cloud checked his hand to see if he was bleeding. That had hurt! “Why the hell did you do that?”
“To wake you up. You shouldn’t talk about stupid things like suicide. We need you right now. There’s a mad man at the top of the world waiting for us after all.” Tifa hugged herself, suddenly cold in a way that had nothing to do with the wind. “Let’s go back inside… it’s getting cold out here.”
As such, she was starting to think that coming up to the desk was a bad idea. She leaned against the side rail, watching the clouds as they passed. It was surprisingly quiet though, that was something. The propellers were farther back on the ship and the noise they made couldn’t be heard up here. The breeze was relaxing, even if the rocking sensation was a little bit of a bother, and that made this the best place on the ship right now.
Tifa needed something to relax her because the world had become a very stressful place to live. A giant rock coming from the sky to destroy their world, a crazy man with giant swords who wanted to be a god, and a million other things causing undo pain in her life. Going through Cloud’s head… well, not Cloud. Not really. Cloud was dead. And somehow, this just happened to be like him. He’d taken her memories and became what she thought Cloud should have been. It… It was her personal creation really; it had been created by her memories and her thoughts. He was her’s in a weird sort of way.
“Tifa?” Ah, speak of the devil. Cloud was making his way over, just up from the lower decks. It looked just like him. Well, just like she remembered his face anyway. Supposedly there was more than a little of the soldier, Zack, in this thing.
“Right here Cloud. I just needed some fresh air.” She didn’t look back at him; she watched the clouds, trying not to think about anything but the wonderful view from up here. “Something wrong?”
“No, no. Well, not really. Actually… We haven’t talked since… the thing.”
“Since that trip into your head.”
“Yah, that. Look,” Cloud leaned against the rail next to Tifa but didn’t turn to look at her. Instead, he looked at the clouds as well. He placed a hand on the back of his head and glanced the other way, “I… I’m sorry.”
She hadn’t been expecting that. She turned her head slightly, enough to look at him. Her green eyes just showed through the locks of her black hair that fluttered in the breeze. “What? For what?”
“For lying to you… even if I didn’t know I was.” Cloud leaned his elbows on the railing and lowered his head until his chin rested on his crossed arms. “I’m not Cloud. I’m something else. I don’t even know if I’m really human at all. I… I just felt guilty for lying to you.”
“Cloud…” Tifa turned the whole way. For some reason, she suddenly felt guilty for thinking exactly these thoughts a moment ago. Maybe it was having the person right here, or maybe it was that she didn’t really want to believe it. Either way, she felt she had to say something. “Cloud, it’s not your fault. Sephiroth…”
“Didn’t have anything to do with me. Well, not the real one anyway. Sephiroth is dead… and so is Cloud, most likely. You know… I could just jump over the edge right here. I’m just the shadow of someone else and a bundle of stolen memories. Your memories.” He still hadn’t looked at Tifa. He was staring blankly over the side and into the sky. He sounded like he was talking to himself as much as to her.
It surprised him greatly when something quite hard struck him in the side of the head. He stumbled and gripped the railing, raising his hand to his head. Tifa has just smacked him. Hard!
Tifa cracked her knuckles and turned so she was facing him fully, leaning her hip against the railing. “Stop talking nonsense, Cloud. You’re as human as any of us. We’ve all come this far right? Why should we have to change just because of something in your past that doesn’t affect the future?”
“What?” Cloud checked his hand to see if he was bleeding. That had hurt! “Why the hell did you do that?”
“To wake you up. You shouldn’t talk about stupid things like suicide. We need you right now. There’s a mad man at the top of the world waiting for us after all.” Tifa hugged herself, suddenly cold in a way that had nothing to do with the wind. “Let’s go back inside… it’s getting cold out here.”