Hello everyone! I have yet another fanfic to show off. It's not so great, and I feel like the continuity is a bit weird, but hey, when in Rome? Anyways, just a little something that I might make into a multi-chap thing, but hey, just sorta a start for the moment. Anyways, read and review and annoy me to make another chapter if you want to see one.

Last Thing: I don't own Final Fantasy VII, but I do own a save file of it.

Cloud, the man who had twice saved the world, was lost for words. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Sephiroth was standing in front of him. NOT DEAD. Or trying to kill him for that matter. That alone was enough to drive the blonde saviour's brain into convulsions, but the question that came next was the last straw for his poor, delicate brain.

"Cloud….I need somewhere to live."

In all honesty, he was pretty sure that he could be forgiven for fainting.

It had started as an ordinary day for Cloud. He awoke at exactly dawn and took Fenrir for a burn around Edge, savouring the silence that was oh so rare at the Seventh Heaven. He chuckled. Really, even though the Remnant Fiasco had only been a month and a half ago, that he would settle into, well, NORMAL life. No monsters, no psychos obsessed over an alien, and no OP mommas boys. That last part was the best. He smirked lightly at that statement, before his brain registered the odd sensation of not moving, despite travelling at over a hundred and sixty kilometres per….

'Hello Cloud.'

And that's when he realised that, because his name was Cloud Strife, the planet would never, ever leave him alone.

The blonde warrior knew better than to attempt to turn around, lest he end right back on his bike. 'Aerith? What's wrong? Is Sephiroth back?' he questioned urgently, fearing the worst, and cursing the planet for his horrendous luck. 'Stop cursing Cloud.' Aerith scolded, following with a quick blow to the back of the head. Cloud grumbled, but respectfully held his peace. Aerith giggled slightly, warm and melodious, making Clouds knees weak, and filling his stomach with rampaging Thunder birds.

'Well mister impatient, yes, he is back, but not as the man who attempted to kill you, rather, he's back as the General you remember him as….' She began.

'So you mean that, rather than an insane war god, he's a sane, aloof war god with the emotional capacity of a teaspoon?' Cloud questioned sarcastically, before adding 'well, great? Does he want a medal?'

The back of Aerith's hand once again met the back of Cloud Strife's head, and there was much rejoicing, well, not from Cloud. Cloud's protests were silenced by a look from the flower girl that promised eternal suffering by a pole dancing Hojo clad in spandex, before she continued.

'Yes, he is the General you remember, and I need you to go and pick him up from the place you last saw him' 'You mean suspended above the top of the Shinra Building with black smoke pouring out of him? That's like, 20 minutes from here, and I really don't feel like…OW!'

Aerith mentally noted that her former bodyguard had a head as thick as Bahamut's hide. Drowning out his cursing, she finished giving her instructions to Cloud, before sending him on his way towards whatever fate the planet had decided for him.

And so, that's how Cloud Strife, saviour of the planet and former mercenary, found himself at the top of the former Shinra HQ, with the former General of said company, and his former nemesis, asking him if he could live with him.

'Yep' Cloud thought before he lost consciousness: 'My life sucks'.