Title: Distant Memories

I was feeling sick. The troops had been traveling since five in the morning, but now we finally parked the dreadful army jeeps for the night. I think it was eleven at night. Having motion sickness was hell, especially when as a Shinra trooper I had to be traveling a lot. Normally a trooper wouldn't have to travel so much, but I was a trooper in a prestigious squadron. I was under the command of the General.

"Hey kid! Hurry and move that equipment!"

I glared at him but bit my tongue. I only kept form back talking because I was afraid if I opened my mouth I would puke. I sighed inwardly. I wasn't here because I was a good soldier. I was here because no other general could control me. I was always angry and always in trouble. But instead of kicking me out of the army, they sent me to work under the General. Whether the General was supposed to influence me in a good way or break me, I didn't know. So far we haven't even talked. But the General's right-hand man talked to me. I really liked him. Zack was becoming my first friend.

"Kid!" screeched on of the officers, "move your ass, and put the tent up!"

I growled. For now all I've done is help set up the tents and move equipment. I was sick and quickly losing patience.

"Move, move!"

This guy really annoyed me. He was snobby and bossy, and I was in charge of putting up his tent and keeping it clean. He would purposely make a huge mess for me to clean up.

"Strife! Do you want me to tell the General that you're slacking off! You know what he does to slackers."

He smirked smuggly, like I was supposed to be scared. (I actually didn't know what the General did to slackers.)

"Go ahead, scum, at least I'll have a moment of rest from hearing your pointless babbling."

This made him mad.

"Punk!"

Then he punched me in the stomach causing me to lose my breath, but he didn't stop there. He kept hitting me. He knew I was no match for him.

"Commander Evan!"

It was a deep yet calm voice. Zack.

"General Sephiroth has called a meeting. Let's go."

"Of course."

Evan kicked me one more time for good measure and then walked off with Zack. I couldn't help but smile. That bastard was going to pay. Slowly an evil plan formed and I quickly executed it. Then I sat back at a safe distance to watch.

I was eager for the commander to go to his tent. Soon enough he did come and he looked like he was in a good mood. Perfect. I could see in my mind's eye everything that was going to happen.

He would walk in and then he would smell the faint scent of has leaking from his personal, portable stove, but it is too late; he will trip on the badly placed rug and when he falls he will knock over the loaded gun which will go off. The spark will ignite the air and . . . BOOM!

I smiled at the tent engulfed in flames. He won't be bothering me for a while. I knew people would find out that I did it, but I didn't care. I was contnent to hear the commander screaming. Some of the other troopers were trying to put out the fire. I yawned and decided to go to the mess tent.

Next thing I knew, I was shoved out of the way by the General and I saw him jump into the flaming tent. N a fraction of a second, the General was outside the flames holding a severly burned Evan. The medical team quickly took commander Evan and the General lazily flicked his wrist at the tent; that instant, the tent was covered in a thin sheet of ice and the fire was gone. As he began walking back to his tent, the General glanced at me. Those pale green eyes made me feel as if a bucket of gold water was thrown in my face. He was intimidating. The glance lasted a second, but I could still feel it ever after dinner. Maybe I had gotten myself in way over my head.

Hello, this is chapter one of a complete story i have; please review and tell me how i did. and just so you know, this is my first fanfic, ever! so please help me out by giving me a review! Thank you! later chapters may be a while since my computer's keyboard quit working. sorry!