Crazy: This is my first atempt at a Final Fantasy VII fanfic, if things are a little different from the real story line in this, it's becouse i decided to change something. This is also my second time travel fic. people playing with time. "Swish", yay.

I'm hoping for feedback, not just that it's good, or that it sucks. If it's good tell me why, If it's not good tell me why.

I do not own any rights to final fantasy VII or any other part of the Final fantasy franchise.

Five Hundred Years Later…

Nanaki had stood atop that cliff for a long few hours since he'd first arrived. He'd run all the way to Midgar from his home in Cosmo Canyon along with his newest offspring, who despite his protests had followed him on an 'adventure' much to his displeasure. What was to be done here wouldn't be pleasant, he felt war on the horizon. Not just war but a mass of bloodshed and death. It was odd, all the years seemed to make the future feel to be within his grasps.

In the past five hundred years he'd seen more war and death than he'd ever imagined in his youth. It was almost too long ago that he'd last felt young. It must have been sometime around the first Omega WEAPON incident. Now he was walking into the place that the world now called hell, Midgar, the resting place of Jenova. From his position on the cliff he could see clearly how the city had degraded over the last five hundred years. It was covered in greens but no flowers were in sight. It almost made him laugh at how foolish they'd all been back then, Aerith had always been by their sides and they never saw her until it was almost too late.

"Stay here you two." He ordered as he moved slowly down the cliff and begun to trudge towards Midgar.

He could have been dashing across the now lush plains but he didn't seem to have it in him. He'd rather take his time than rush to meet with fate. Life had been harsh on him over the years, he'd outlived so many of his children that it was disturbing, he'd lost many lovers and even lost his hold on one form. He'd become a shape shifter not due to some experiment but rather swimming in the life-stream. Over the years he'd heard many names for it, life-stream, well-spring, quintessence and even light.

His mind wondered back to his times with avalanche and his friends. He still missed them, even after all this time. He missed Aerith who'd died at Septheroth's hands so tragically, he missed Tifa who'd fallen victim to a bus of all things, they'd all been shocked, Cloud was the worst that time. Soon afterwards Barret had mysteriously, or not so mysteriously, been shot in the head after his Marlene's accident. The girl had broken her spine and become a vegetable. Nanaki knew that the bullet had come from Barret's own arm gun. Cid had died as he reached outer space for the second time, his new rocket had been sabotaged and it blew up the moment it passed through the atmosphere. Reeve had died of cancer a few months after that. Yuffie had died in battle, she'd taken down a strange creature that reminded him far too much of Jenova.

That had just left three of the members of avalanche, Cloud, Vincent and himself. Vincent had returned to his endless sleep after he'd watched almost every friend he had die. Nanaki sometimes wondered if the man could still be alive, if anyone else could have survived the years it was defiantly Vincent. He doubted that Chaos would let his host die. As for cloud, no-one saw him after they sealed Jenova's remains deep underground. Deep under Midgar.

He turned his head up to the fallen city and begun to run towards it, he could feel the power there, it was like there was another reunion and he was being called to it. However he'd felt the pull of the reunion before, although he'd always kept silent about it, and this was different, it was more, real. It felt like it really meant something to him. The power that called to him felt so far off but so close at the same time. It was just like being face to face with a weapon, you forgot how big it really was and how far it was away.

He reached the city after a quarter hour of running, it was just as he remembered it, broken, dead and empty. It had degraded to a degree that was almost new to him, but he'd seen things like this time and time again. The streets seemed empty but he could still feel that power, it was lurking about in these streets. It scared him that what he was after was so powerful, Septheroth and Jenova didn't scare him this much. They didn't have anywhere near this level of raw power.

He could also feel Jenova amidst this intense power. It only seemed to scratch the surface of his senses, it bugged him. He was so on edge by the thoughts of Sephiroth, Jenova and a mysterious new power that he felt he'd jump at the slightest sound. He caught the slightest glimpse of movement around the corner and in an instant he was under cover. He'd hidden behind some bushes. It seemed that the other person had done the same, he didn't even see anything. He could barely hear the breathing of the other person, let alone pinpoint it.

He felt his left paw twitch, he heard it clearly in the silence, which meant that the other person here heard it as well. He tossed himself aside just as someone crashed into the bushes where he'd been. He jumped towards the other person, knocking him to the ground. However despite this the man had no difficulty getting to his feet in an instant, pushing Nanaki off of him. Nanaki growled at the figure before him, ready to pounce. Both looked at each other with wide eyes.

"Nanaki? Is that you?" the man asked his voice came across as smooth as ever.

Nanaki was so dumbstruck he could only nod to start with, he was looking as a man he'd though he'd never see again, a man who had nothing left to live for when they'd last encountered. "Vincent? I, it's, why?"

"Why what?" replied Vincent in a fashion that still sent chills down his spine.

Nanaki walked closer and sniffed the man before answering. "Why are you here, can it be, that you felt it as well, the power?"

"That's it, I felt it even all the way up in the mountains of Nibilehiem. It's huge, like it's preparing to do something drastic. I feel war, I can just about touch it but it keeps slipping away. I don't know what's going on." Replied Vincent as he begun to walk down the street. Nanaki walked by his side, very glad for the part human's help.

"Hey Vincent?" said Nanaki.

"Yes." replied Vincent.

"Doesn't this almost feel like were standing right in front of a WEAPON?" Nanaki's question hung in the air for a moment, everything was silent, which was odd considering they were surrounded by greenery and where there was green there was life.

Vincent drew Cerberus, he was ready to fight. Nanaki had also taken a position, ready for combat. Vincent spoke. "Do you think a couple of old men like ourselves can beat a WEAPON?"

"Well Chaos might have a better chance but I'd rather not find out." Replied Nanaki.

The two had just turned to run when he appeared in front of them. He was a man cloaked in black, not a signal detail was revealed. But he hardly would have needed to bother with the cloak, his presence was to overpowering to ignore. All the power seemed to be originating from him.

"It all begun two and a half thousand years ago, those that we chose to call calamity appeared. The army of heaven was forged to bring the world under one definite rule. Only it didn't work quite like that, the army of heaven became a wild force. One of their most powerful soldiers, ShinRa turned into a maddened beast and took control of the army of heaven. Ten thousand metal angels fell from a great warship to do battle with the WEAPON and the Summons that had come to stop the bloodshed that was about to engulf the world. Both forces had come to the battle field, what was in your time know as the northern crater. The WEAPON, despite all their power, had lost almost all of their forces at the end of this war. Only thirteen of the WEAPON remained, all had suffered great injuries. The planet in return for their services, took them into herself and begun to heal them. Much life stream had been neutralised by the strange powers of the army of heaven. The planet healed slowly through the conversion of sunlight into life stream. This meant it took a whole thousand years for her to repair the WEAPON. All but one, her greatest WEAPON, SWORD. Originally it'd taken the planet ten thousand years to create the WEAPON, five of those ten were spent creating SWORD. It took a whole two thousand years for the planet to repair SWORD to a degree that was even useful. It took another five hundred years for SWORD to finish repairing himself. Now it's time to deal with the last two members of the army of heaven. ShinRa and Jenova will die."

As the figure finished it's monologue, a blinding white light burst forth. Nanaki and Vincent were consumed by the light. They didn't want to run, it just seemed to be like the light was calling them in. They looked at each other for a moment, knowing looks in their eyes. They were about to leave everything that had become, they could feel it. One last adventure and then they'd go to the life stream. The three would face their destiny together and change it.

Crazy: As i said earlier, to all of the people who bother to read authors notes, I'd like some feedback, just tell me what you think is done well or not so well. I don't mind critical reviews as they are the most useful. Anoying but useful. They make any smart writer thankful to the critical reveiwer. After all I can't fix my mistakes i i don't know what they are.

And for anyone who noticed that I said three at the end and not two, that's ment to be there.

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