Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII. All character's, belong to Square Enix/ Squaresoft.

WARNING:This Fanfiction contains yaoi(which will probably vary from soft fluff to the hard stuff) This story will also have uncomfortable subjects of rape, graphic violence and other mature rated materials such as swearing and use of drugs and alcohol. So if you do not want that, then please stop don't read further.

Authors note: This is my very first posted fanfiction (oh boy heh) Its primarily a Cloud/Sephiroth ship, but little hints of Zack/Cloud as well. I'm much more of a Zack/Cloud shipper but i gotta throw a bone to Seph too. This will be an ongoing story so its not a one-shot. Also I'm really bad at titles so forgive me…

P.s. Oh! also i will be changing things around a bit to fit more to the story. Things like the Shinra Headquarters building design and floors and some of the sectors. But i will try my best to stay as similar to the original as i can. Well! Without further interruption! Enjoy!

His body shook violently. Every bone in his body vibrated as the nervous instinctive fear pumped through his veins, muscles charged and pushed to their limit as his legs sprinted through the tiled halls. Sirens screamed in his ears and red flashed violently upon the ceiling. He heard the scuffling of boots worn by intimidating men dress in various uniform trailing after him, panicking his cornered mind further. They shouted and barked orders that he did not understand. Why were they chasing him? was he their objective?

The blonde asked this question already knowing full well of the answer. But alas he did not understand nor did he care. There was only one thing he aimed for.

To escape

His limbs ached everywhere and he felt as though his ribcage would rupture any moment. Sweat coated his hot skin in a failed attempt to cool itself.

"Reinforcements needed at the 66th floor now!"

"Fuck! he's fast. Is he enhanced?"

The pitter patter of his feet echoed in the halls filled with chaos. His small fragile frame and mako pumped senses instinctively dodged the tranquilizers shot at him. Twisting around the corner he darted for the stairway, only to halt in his tracks. The stairway entrance was blocked by readied men in strange looking helmets, covering a majority of their face aside from their mouth and chin. He then heard a ding to his right and saw the two paired elevator doors slide open revealing more threatening individuals armed with tranquilizers and even swords.

"Don't move!" One barked.

"!..."His racing heart and delirious mind strived for a solution.

As the circle of men caved in, cornering him in, blue eyes spotted a possible escape route between a small opening in the men leading to the window.

A window upon the 66th floor.

His brain rattled. Could he make it…? Anything was better than these confining walls for sure…

Reason being no longer an existing characteristic in his currently flared out mind, the boy took his chance and sprinted with inhuman feline speed, dodging the startled infantryman. With a leap and arms shielding his face, the thin blonde dove in and crashed through the supposedly bulletproof thick glass. A sturdy glass no average human could possibly break through.

A SOLDIER 2nd class represented himself with a salute to the aged scientist currently deep in thought.

"Professor Hojo sir!"

Said man grunted. "Has it been retrieved?"

The red uniformed cadet hesitated slightly. Hojo read this body language and hummed to himself.

"He...the target jumped out of the 66th story window sir."

Hojo paused, back facing the cadet, whom began to stammer uncomfortably. "B-but a squad of SOLDIER and infantryman have already begun their pursuit." He then murmured an unsure sir after his report finished.

Hojos shoulders began to shake and a cold cackle escaped him, stirring the 2nd class's nerves further. His wrinkled thin face lightened up with eerie amusement, "This will prove interesting."

He turned to the uncomfortable 2nd class. "Call off the pursuit. That specimen is no longer worthy to put so much trouble out for. Im sure he'll parish in some form or another. Perhaps in a gutter?" He chuckled.

A sharp pain hit the 2nd class's stomach. Shinra did not pay him nearly enough to deal with people...no, maniacs like hojo. He swallowed back the bile threatening to escape his dry mouth. "Are...are you sure sir?"

The aged professor, who already began to busy himself with another questionable project analysis, glanced at his timid messenger through the thick rimmed glasses slouched upon his thin nose. "Hmm? I gave you your orders, now carry them out, Shinra dog." He spoke the last part with such indifference, every fiber in the cadets skin prickled.

"Y-yes Professor Hojo sir."

The hard cemented street was the last image that his brain processed before his body slammed heavily upon it. He didn't know how long it had been before his vision finally etched itself together and the ringing in his ears faded. He could feel his body quickly mending it's mangled flattened self and the blood ceased escaping his body, though the pool of it still remained around and under him.

The heated pin needle tingle of the cells responsible in stitching his body worked in haste, fully alert of the dangerous predicament he was in. within a few hazy minutes, the blonde was able, though weakly, move his limbs. After several attempts, he rose wobbly, vermillion coated upon his torn patient gown. His knees shook and his vision doubled, but still he was determined to carry on. He knew full well his body could handle the abuse.

The sirens soon faded, a signal he figured that they perhaps stopped looking for him. He was on a highway...and above the "plate" close to the Shinra building. He found the thick, stale air hard to breath in and his eyes struggled within the clouded ominous gray green sky.

I had been informed skies were blue…

Blue like his eyes…

There was no time to stop and take in the scene before him. Quickly kicking his crying body into gear, the boy fled upon the highway, leftover adrenaline beginning to course through once more.

Not safe yet. So-

The blondes hopes were unmet when voices and heavy footsteps quickly made their way toward him. Breathing hitched and eyes widened, fear and anxiety washed over him. He was going to get caught. Immediately twisting around, he darted in the narrow opposite direction, looking for somewhere to hide. But to no avail he was a child born of bad luck and soon met with a construction sign; an unfinished bridge...

"It's the target!"

His body jolted around, meeting face to face with tranquilizers pointed confidently at him, red beams of invisible light danced themselves upon his legs, stomach, neck and escaped through his body and his muscles froze. His mind was too panicked to think.

Just then, another figure appeared. Silver hair flowed behind black leather.

His heart constricted.

Sapphire eyes immediately met with emerald slits. This man's very presence sucked him in and broke every ration strain of thought from his mind. His stare dug into his very core, making his body squirm uncomfortably.

The only thing left was primitive instincts, and being shot at and dragged back to that hell was not on its agenda. As if possessed, his legs, trembling, began to turn for the unfinished dead end of escalating highway. The silver and black clad man made no intention of moving, but curiously watched. The display of a suicide attempt seemed to intrigue him.

The cadets began to hustle after him, shouting various curses he didn't understand, as his feet dashed to the edge, and once again, jumped from an impossible height into the blackness below.

So! I hope you enjoyed that. I hope Hojo sounded in character hmm...I try my best to keep the characters as realistic and original as possible, so please let me know if there might be something off about the story. Feedback is much appreciated!