Hello there! Well, I just barely got into final fantasy yesterday when my dad bought me and my brothers a bunch of games, and one of those were Final Fantasy Dissidia. I. Love. Cloud. That's basically it. :) Also, there is no...Sex or whatever in this story, so that isn't why it's rated 's rated M, because I just watched Transformer 3 and had an amazing idea. STUPID GUY HE KILLED IRON HIDE! Anyway, nothing to do with the actual story, because I do not know it yet. Sorry for OOC! Btw, Whidbey Island, Washington is actually where I grew up! XD

Warnings: Anything I think up. Beware.

Please enjoy.

Running. That's all he had to do. Run. Run away, as fast as he can, and get help. He just had to run. Sirens were firing at ear-piercing levels, and men with guns were running about screaming in a language unknown to him. Him. Cloud. The young twenty-five year old soldier who had been captured, and sent to a ruthless concentration camp in Siberia, Russia. One that hadn't been used since World War Two. He had been there for six months, and was already in such a poor state of health that a starved goat would have a better chance of surviving.

His feet hit the cold ground, his worn out shoes giving way to the ice that seeped through them. He could see his breath as he panted, desperate to escape. The rags he wore on his back were torn off him as the nearby branches whipped his skin. Voices, he could hear voices coming closer. He searched desperately for a place to hide, knowing if he didn't, he would die. He dove underneath some tree roots that were sticking up from under the ground. Men who were heavily armed ran past. He held his breath as one man stopped. He stared at the black, snow covered boots, thinking of a way to escape.

"Sergeant Cloud?" A young man with spikey brown hair said, leaning down to stare at nearly eye-level with him. "My name's Tidus. I'm here to bring you home," Cloud nodded slightly, before passing out on the cold, cold, ground.

...

Cloud's eyes fluttered open as he observed his surroundings. He was...in a bed? He slowly tried to pull himself up, but gritted his teeth and layed back down at the imense pain shooting through his whole body. "Mister Cloud?" A voice called and he turned his head to see a blonde woman walk in with a clipboard. "Hello, Mister Cloud. I'm a nurse for the U.S. Army, Terra. I have some...Important news for you," She said, writing some things down.

Cloud looked at her suspiciously, before asking, "Where am I?" His voice was hoarse. Terra looked up, and smiled at him. "Your in a U.S military camp, and to be more specific, the infirmary." Cloud stared at her, his blue eyes glazed over. "What are you saying?" He asked. She shook her head and bit her lip. "Well...First off, how are you feeling Mister Cloud? I'm a nurse, and in order for you to get better, I need you to answer my questions."

"I'm fine. Why am I in a U.S. base?" He asked. She took a seat beside his bed. "You were a prisoner in Siberia for six months. You somehow managed to escape, and are now healing in a U.S. infirmary. You are an U.S. soldier. Don't you remember Mister Cloud?" Cloud sat up, his jaw clenched as he fought the pain. "That's a load of bull. What kind of encampment is this really?" He glared at her. She nearly flinched but said, "I...I said you are in a U.S. military base and-"

"I heard you." Cloud said in a deadly monotone. Terra stared at him, before shaking her head. "Your mentally ill and unstable. Not fit for military actions. I think it's best if you...Take a permanent leave from the Army." She said, then injected a needle in his arm, and everything went black.

...

Cloud groaned, waking up to the sound of a helicopter taking off. Wait...He was on the helicopter. "How are you feeling, seargent?" A gruff voice asked. "Annoyed." Cloud replied, looking around. The man rolled his eyes. "I'm Firion. And we're taking you back to your hometown, Whidbey Island. We're going to drop you off at the Military base. Do you remember anything, sir?" Firion asked. Cloud stared at him, a few of his memories coming back.

"Yes...Why are we going to a military base, in Whidbey Island?" Cloud asked. Firion shook his head and sighed. "A nurse deemed you unfit for military actions. Your on permanent leave." Cloud stared at him, before looking out the side of the helicopter. "Just a load of bull..."

When they arrived, Cloud grabbed his bags, and walked to a house he deserted seven years ago, when he turned eight-teen and joined the army. Firion insisted on helping him there, but Cloud simply shook his head no. He threw his bags in the living room, not really caring about them. He sat at his kitchen table, wondering how his life became so fucked up. Every governmant officail agreed he was a skilled leader, able to adapt to situations and reverse the outcome to his choosing with ease.

Yet all because he was captured, maybe tortured a bit, he was out of the only thing he learned how to do. He fought...Only because he knew nothing else. When in schooling, he was at military schools. On his free time, all he did was train. What was he to do now that he was forced out of the only life he knew? He rubbed his temples, thinking of something to do. Thinking of things normal young men do.

He shuddered, shaking his head at the thought. Why go out, get drunk, and sleep with someone you've never even met before? Plus, in Whidbey Island, there wasn't much to do besides the great outdoors. He shurgged, sulked, and went to his living room to turn on his old T.V.

'So boring...' Cloud thought, flipping through the channels. He glanced at the clock, it read 7:30. He thought about going to bed, but he just wasn't tired. He never was. 'A run...?' He thought. He stood up abruptly. Exercise! That was was he needed! He looked himself over, a loose pair of black sweats, a t-shirt, and some tennis shoes. He nearly smiled at this. Perfect for running. He stepped outside, sighing at the rain. He shrugged it off, and began running. His thoughts were beginning to clear, and he was almost enjoying himself. That is...Until he saw a couple of soldiers laughing and talking together as they made their way to a car. He stopped, ans stared at them. Suddenly he didn't want to run anymore, and he felt...

A pain? He wasn't physically injured. And when in training, they had beat emotional pain out of his body. But maybe that was it. He had emotional pains over being able to feel pains emotionally...Right? He was confusing himself. His thoughts wandered to that of the army. He gave up, his hobbies, his everything, in training and daily routines. What did he have now? Now that it was all gone.

He sulked, and walked through the not-so-croweded streets. His blonde spikey hair flatining out with the rain. He saw a bar, and walked in it. People were drinking, playing pool, and gambling in an extremely small, extremely loud space. He sat on a stool leaning on his elbows against the counter. A yound girl, about the same age as him, appeared, wiping a glass. She had dark brown eyes, and brownish red hair that was layered, and fell just below her shoulders. She had a bit of freckles on her nose, and was grinning like an idiot.

Cloud stared at her, trying to figure out why she looked so familiar. "Why are you staring at me?" She asked, cocking her head to the side, a slight frown on her face. "I may work at a bar, but I'm not some fucking stripper. So if your thinking anything perverted, I swear to God, your ass will be out on the streets." She set down the glass, and crossed her arms around her chest. "...Who are you?" He asked.

"I'll tell you if you buy a beer, blondie." She grinned. "One beer." Cloud said, laying down some wadded up cash on the table. The girl made an attempt to count it out, but he shook his head. "Keep it." She stared at him, before throwing the remaining change in his face. "No thanks." She said, then went off to get his beer.

Cloud frowned, wondering why he was so interested in someone so mean. The girl came back. "Who are you?" Cloud asked, less kind and more intimidating than before. She stared at him, before rolling her eyes and chuckling. "Natalie. Who're you?" Cloud shot up, knocking his stool and the stool next to him over. Natalie's eyebrows furrowed together. "Umm..."

Cloud looked around, realizing what he had done. He picked up the stools, and sat back down.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked. Natalie shook her head. "I'd rather not." She made a move to walk away, but Cloud grabbed her elbow, forcing her to look at him. She stared at him, confused and a little pissed. His eyes searched hers, before he sighed, letting her go. "You really don't know who I am?" She shook her head, and dashed away yelling, "Bobby!"

Cloud, realizing what she was doing, left before the 'Security Guard' caused him any trouble.

He ran all the way home at full speed, not daring to stop. He was soaking wet as he made it into his house. He shook his head. ''She doesn't know me." He muttered. The girl he had secretley fallen in love with Seven Years ago now works at a bar, and doesn't even know he exsists. Cloud shook his head, deciding that he'd loved her back then, but not now. He ran to his bedroom, flopping down under the covers, and willed himself to fall asleep as fast as he could.

Meanwhile at the bar, Natalie was staring at the door, with Bobby at her side. "He left his drink." She muttered, before walking off.

Sorry if you don't like it but I don't give a damn!