The planet is dying. Cloud is the last man on Gaea. In a last attempt to save itself from destruction, the planet, using the lifestream, puts its remaining strength in sending Cloud's consciousness to the past. He wakes up to find himself 8 years old and very much the boy he had physically been before the enhancements. Too bad he had to be sent back in time- only to be caught up in the middle of Shinra's war with Wutai. Cloud destroys Jenova and attempts to disuade the war from further going too far. Unfortunately, the war's casualties are far too much for Shinra to consider surrendering anymore.
Wisewoman - Hey there, it's my second time writing a fanfiction. I know I'm kind of underpar concerning writing and compared to others' amazing fanfictions out there.. This will be a Sephiroth/Cloud fic. Feel free to leave reviews behind, so, what do you think? ^^
If you're going to flame me atleast provide me with constructive criticism on characterization or writing so I can improve, not to say that reviews aren't appreciated.
I was listening to this while writing. You tube .com/watch?v=wHHXDSK_mxI
He had watched his world slowly come to an end, destroyed by the virus they had all thought was no more. Slowly but surely her army, relentless and endless had all but decimated the already suffering planet- the campaign lead by none other than her favourite son. The major settlements were the first to fall to her swarms, and then, the others also began crumbling to her forces. All until not one bit life was left- except for him. He was the last one left aside from her army and her General. Lying on the ground, mere inches from the tip of an all-too-familiar blade above his throat- he decided that death wouldn't be so bad anymore- he had nothing left to protect, nothing worth living for. He supposed that this was how the world was going to end.
"Any last words, Cloud..." the words coming from the man he used to admire. Levelled and calm- completely contradictory to the man's insanity.
"Go to hell." He said, resistant but feeling that for all the world like he should just give up. His shoulders sagged while anguish and exhaustion filled his tear-stained eyes. He was tired, broken; from the long chain of events that seemed to incessantly plague his life. Right then and there, he laughed. He laughed hard as if it was the most amusing thing in the world to ask. This laugh was bitter and harsh. He looked up, his eyes staring at emerald cat-slit eyes, at the man that had destroyed everything he had worked so hard to protect.
Sephiroth smirked; pleased at the broken undertones the blonde seemed to resonate. Cloud had no doubt now, just by looking at one of his only enemies and Zack's past memories, that the former General of SOLDIER was gone and in the General's place was the monster that fell from the cosmos. Anger crossed his features as he thought about that condescending smirk. He hated that condescending smirk the most. He hated the way the former General would smirk as if gloating victory over him- and, the worst part of it was the reality placed in that smirk. The reality that he had nothing left to fight for- nothing, not even enemies.
With the grace of a veteran swordsman, the man known as Sephiroth lifted the finely crafted 6'ft blade upward and swiftly brought it down- blood covering and staining intricate steel. Green waves, strings, streams gently floated up into the sky, wandering on its way- the wind carried a weary soul along the planet's current.
Just as the last being on Gaea left its surface- Every being and every tendril in the lifestream poured themselves into their last attempt at saving their home and having hope for the future. Aerith couldn't bear the stream of consciousness that swallowed the planet whole. The agonizing screams and wails were enough to fill in every crevice and space within the dying world.
"Cloud. I don't have much time to explain." a feminine voice cut through his thoughts.
"Aerith?" he asked, an air of confusion invading his thoughts.
"I'm sorry to do this to you but I don't have much time to explain.... this is a chance for you to change the past. Not just for Gaea but for everyone. You're our only hope for a future Cloud... and I'm not going to lie, this task is going to be hard.... Be careful and know that I'll always love you as a friend even if it seems like I don't." she said, worrying for her friend, sounding as weary and tired as Cloud was. What she said was directed more towards the friends he wouldn't meet until later. It couldn't be anyone other than Cloud- he was the only conscious being who hadn't linked with the lifestream yet aside from her, but she needed to be there to anchor and direct the lifeforce towards its destined pathway. Gaea simply couldn't protect itself anymore; weakened from Meteor, war and Jenova's multiple resurrections. It had no one turn to, no one except for her protector. They both knew, ever since the day Jenova had been ressurected, that the threat would be too powerful for anyone to stop anymore. So- together, they paved the path to make a better future. It had taken a lot of power- power that came from the lifeforce of the planet itself.
He heard her voice, ethereal and full of sadness- but clear as day. Drifting near the lifestream, he could feel the emotions of the dead wrapping around his very soul. Tightening with each grasp. They could sense his being nearing the edge. Part of him wanted to go, but part of him was so tired, part of him wanted nothing more than to be erased from existence but knew that if he were, then everyone else he had known would disappear from the flow of time. He couldn't care less for those who had mistreated him but for those who had cared for him, he knew that most of them would want this and he would die to give them another chance at life.
Thinking some more, he scoffed at the irony of it all, in the end, he was nothing but the planet's dog, to protect her because she was too weak and because there was no one else; She didn't care for her children as long as she herself survived, similar to Jenova and Sephiroth. But to others- he knew he was more than that to others; he knew his value now, so unlike his younger self. Though, this time around, he doubted he would mean anything to them anymore. He doubted he even had a choice and it pained him that he would have to go through everything again- maybe to only lose everything, again. He screamed as a multitude of concious strings coursed through his mind, enveloping and tearing it apart.
Screams across the planet could be heard as the end of all life came, swept away by the threads of time, reversing everything that had been done. Bright flash contoured everything, and from that, a clean slate was born.