Cloud Strife: His Final Fantasy
by: Paladin of the Guy up there
Don't own anything in this story (except for the plot). Maybe if I sold this, I could buy Final Fantasy…
Please, I'm just a powerless imaginary paladin. Don't kill me. Or sue me.
Clorith is obvious. The first line spells it straight.
All Cloud wanted in his now worthless life was to tell Aerith that he loved her.
Because of one stupid piece of sharpened metal (with hell lots of materia slots), he could not. He could imagine what would have been his life with her if she was not pierced by a Masamune. They would be living together, would have had a child, and most importantly, would have known the deep love they had for each other. But no, Cloud was being attacked everyday by forces in his worthless mind that he had no control over. He could see her death every night, tormenting his peaceful dreams. He could see his visualized future every single waking moment, tantalizing him like the one the verb was named after.
He wasn't really left alone. Aerith came to him everyday, comforting him, telling him that he should move on. Sure, Cloud was comforted, but he couldn't move on. He contemplated on involuntary suicide, locking himself up in Aerith's chapel. He found peace in there, and he never came back to Seventh Heaven. For some reason, he couldn't die: the longer he starved, the longer he felt full of life. He thought it was the Lifestream, and yes, it was true. Aerith never intended him to die. How many times have you seen him kicked out of heaven? Advent Children, for sure. The blast set off by those insane "brothers" of his would normally have killed even Cloud Strife, but no, he woke up in her chapel once more, and he cured Denzel, the last kid to have Geostigma. He got up from her flowerbed and sat by the pool.
"Cloud?" Aerith talked to him. He always found her voice reassuring.
"What is it, Aerith?" Cloud found himself in his own mind, locked away in light.
"Cloud, it's time to move on," Aerith said.
"But I can't! I love you, Aerith!"
"What did you say?"
"I love you, Aerith! The reason I can't move on, the reason I always stay locked away, is you. I love you…" Cloud said no more. His body dropped to the pool, his energy totally drained. His corpse fell in to the water, the same way he laid Aerith to rest. His sword, which he carried everywhere, stayed on the pool's edge as a final act of laying down arms. He was finally given his long-due peace.
A/N: Hope you liked my first ever fanfic. I noticed that FF7's Aerith showed a lot in common with some other non-fictional character… sacrificing herself for the betterment of the planet… a Church, come on, pick up!!