evilestguyever: Don't own anything yet. All characters still belong to Square Enix for now. Some of you may even recognize that parts of the storyline or plot, which I will indicate at the end of the chapter, come from other Square Enix games, The World Ends With You and Final Fantasy A2 Tactics: Grimoire of the Rift. This will be an alternate universe story, and more than likely with OOC characters. Sorry for all of that. If any of you guys can stomach reading through the whole thing, reviews are greatly appreciated, even if they're all flames. Thanks for reading this far.
Chapter 1:
All the World needs is ME
"Cloud, get your lazy ass out of bed and into school right now! We're not paying for you to slack off, you little bastard!" yelled a balding, heavyset middle aged man in an unknown household on an unknown street.
"Yes sir, I'm already dressed. I just needed to pack everything," Cloud replied, too tired to argue. Years of pain, suffering, loneliness, and beatings could break the spirit of any man, and Cloud was no exception. Though somewhere deep inside him, he was still defiant, bitter, but defiant. And he couldn't always surpress those feelings, or the thoughts that went along with those feelings. You're not even paying. The government is. If you didn't get such a big check from them every year for "taking care of me", you would have gotten rid of me long ago. That's all you care about. Money. Whoever said money brings happiness was an idiot. And that makes you an even bigger idiot, because you believe it. Look around you. Are you happy? You got a big house, a nice garden, but take that away, and what do you really have? A happy marriage? Love?
"Did I give you permission to speak? Just shut up and get out!" the man screamed, turning livid and frothing at the mouth.
"No sir," Cloud mumbled.
"Dear, he isn't worth wasting your breath on. Just let him be. As long as we get the money to take care of him, just ignore him. Pretend he isn't there," a thin, bony woman spoke up from a chair in the kitchen, not even glancing up from her newspaper.
"You're right," the man huffed, before turning to face Cloud again, "Get out of here now before I change my mind about punishing you." With one last nod, Cloud stepped through the front door, inhaling the bittersweet smell of fresh air and temporary freedom, dreading his return home. Taking out the I-pod he secretly bought, he put the earphones on his ears, wanting the world and all the troubles it brought to just melt away with the music.
At school, Cloud headed straight to the cafeteria. Damn, I'm so hungry… breakfast! I really need breakfas – Aw, what the hell? Really? The cafeteria staff is on strike? Again? That's the third time this week! Argh! No breakfast and no lunch again! Somewhere out there must really hate me. Mom… Dad… if you're out there… I want to tell you something. I. Hate. You! Why the hell did you guys have me if you were just going to dump me in a freaking orphanage? And you guys gave me weird hair! No one else in the whole world has hair this screwed up! It never stays flat! Even if I use gel! In fact, it looks like I gel it every freaking day, these god damn natural spikes! My head looks like a freaking thorn bush or something! Everybody made fun of me in elementary school! Then the same in middle school, and now, high school! My life is miserable! So what if I made it into one of the top three schools in the country? Every one here is the same! They're all the freaking same way! I wish they would all just get outta my face and shut up! That they'd just go the hell away! I don't need friends. I don't need other people. I got my own values, so they can keep theirs. I never understood people. Never have. Never will. At least it's Senior year.
"Oof! Watch where you're going, freak!" someone yelled in Cloud's ear when he walked into somebody while musing. Cloud didn't know his name. Why should he when nobody knew his name?
"Yeah, freak! Watch where you're going!"
"Better yet, why don't you go to Mayfield Psych Hospital? You might even meet other freaks like you."
"Yeah!"
Cloud just kept walking, turning the volume up on his I-pod. The voices faded away.
Society, this world, it's all so screwed up! Where is justice and equality and all that other self serving bullshit that comes out of all those politicians' mouths? This world doesn't need that. It doesn't need liars, fakes, snobbish idiots. Cloud walked up to his locker, reaching out to turn the dial on the lock. 0-0-0.
All the world needs is me.
evilestguyever: Sorry that the chapter is so short. The next one should be up soon. It's just that I was soooooooooooo tempted to end this chapter with "All the world needs is me". So so tempted. I'm actually feeling rather good about ending it here as I'm writing this. Oh, that reminds me. That line was from The World Ends With You. So was the latter half of Cloud's thoughts in that very long paragraph. It's most of the stuff from "I wish they would all just get outta my face…" to "…Never have. Never will." So there. Nothing from FFA2: Tactics yet.
