I just wanted to apologize before you start to read this story, I did previously start this story and post it under a different name, but a lot of things happened at home and I lost everything I had written now 3 years later I am going to continue providing I get enough feedback and reviews. So here is my Prologue… Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Final Fantasy… just my story ideas

Prologue

"Stay away from me!" she spat as she pushed him away. "Please… let me explain!" He pleaded. "No! How could you?" With her?" "Tifa please…" "No Cloud, this is it. I knew! I knew there was something going on. But like the fool I am, I pretended like nothing was going on. What was it Strife, that you love so much about her?" Cloud winced at the way Tifa had said his name. "Was it the light brown hair? The aqua coloured eyes? Her peppy attitude… The pink?" She screamed, rage showing on her features. "Tifa…I swear it's not like that."

Tifa's wine coloured eyes were like flames; the look on her face said it all. "Aerith Gainsbrough will regret what she did…" She spat the words like venom. "Teef… What will you do to her? "Do NOT call me that!" She yelled this and turned to leave. "Cloud…" she called quietly, he looked up hopeful. "I hate you."

Cloud slumped against the wall as Tifa left the house, slamming the door behind her. Aerith was in trouble, but he didn't quite care. He had lost her.

Tifa Lockheart. Her name fit her perfectly. Cloud had been the one to break all the locks and chains on her heart. Her beautiful waist length auburn hair, her wine coloured eyes, her perfect body. She was, perfect.

Cloud look at his mirror image. His blonde hair stuck up in odd angles, and his friends claimed it defied gravity, but it was just natural. His piercing crystal blue eyes were clouded with guilt and pain. His white shirt clung to his tightly toned stomach muscles, when he hunched over, raking his hand through his hair with frustration. And you could just see a thin scar on his collarbone, which disappeared under his shirt.

"I will get you back Tifa."

The clock read 6:45 pm; the whole apartment was quiet and dark. He had slept the whole day away, and she hadn't woken him up.

"AHH! Where is that stupid phone?" he yelled at no one in particular. He was mad it had woken him up from his pleasant dream world. He smiled at the thought of his dream. "Ah Aerith…" He found his phone under a pile of laundry in the corner of his room. "Hello?" he said groggily. "Zack? It's Tifa; we need to talk. Meet me in twenty minutes." "Teef you"- CLICK. She had hung up.

"ARG!" Zack yelled, grabbing black jeans off of one pile and a navy blue shirt from another pile. "Ah shit…" There was a heavy thud as Zack fell to the floor. He jumped up and ran to the washroom to brush his teeth, Zack's black hair sticking in odd angles from sleeping all day. But as he came to think of it…weather he had been asleep or not, his hair was always like this. That's what the girls loved about him and his best friend Cloud. They envied the way their hair was done and they used no hair products. Everything is all natural. His hazel coloured eyes looked back at him as he made sure all the sleep was gone from his face.

He threw his shirt on and ran to the living room. "Where are my bloody- AH! There are my keys!" he exclaimed. Zack then threw on his steel-toed boots and ran out the door. Out side he jumped onto his fenrir and took off down the street to meet Tifa.

"Hey there flower girl, what's going on?" A tall bald man asked. "Hello Rude. How many times must I ask you to call me Aerith not flower girl? Aerith stated. "Aw, I'm sorry don't be getting' mad at me now!" "That is alright. Now may I ask what you are doing here?" Aerith asked getting to her feet. She had been kneeling over, tending to her flower bed in the abandoned church near her mothers home. And like she did to every man, when she spun around to look at Rude, she took his breath away.

She stood at 5'3 ½. Her hair reached mid-back and was braided all the way down, with a big pink ribbon at the top of her head. She wore a light pink dress adorned with a slightly darker pink cut off jacket. Her boots were loose fitting and a light brown. On her wrists were golden bangles.