Beyond The Northern Skies

Disclaimer: This is a AU of FF7. FF7 characters do not belong to me.

Note: And of course, this is a Shounen-ai fic (boy/boy love).

Consider Yourself Warned.

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In this soul of mine

Lies a love without sight

For sight cannot see

For sight cannot judge

For sight cannot guide me to the one I love

Only the feeling inside my lonely heart

Can guide me to where ever you are

Chapter One

Beauty in you

He was beautiful. Beautiful in many ways, from the way he walked to the way he talked, from the way stood from the flawless beauty he held. There was really no way to describe such a beautiful creature as he, no way to put him in the center of the most crowded places in the world and not stand out. To be such a beautiful child and be in so much pain was unfair. How can the world be so cruel to grant him such a life? To live with the father that never cared, the mother that would always look away. To belong in a society that would always see them as evil and corrupted. Yes, he was a ShinRa, a good one at that, he could put up a cold front whenever he wanted to, he could be cruel to whomever he wanted to.

But that was all a fake and he himself knew it. To be someone he wasn't in everyone's eyes. To be the perfect, coldest ShinRa son there ever will be. It was all in the ShinRa Family Manual if there ever was one. 'No one seen him cry or bleed' oh yes, he has bled, so many times before. How many times had he cried himself to sleep? To be someone he could not recognize as himself. Pretend not to care about the world just about one's self to keep the old man content. He wanted escape. He wanted to run away and never look back, never look back to the place he never wanted to belong in, a family he never wanted to be part of. But he had stayed and had regretted it many times after. He regretted it even more when he started to suspect that they were putting 'Things' on his meals, on his drinks. 'Things' that were making him sick at times, too weak to even get out of bed on other times. But they had denied it all. He suspected it was his father's doings, at least his orders at that. But he had stayed, he no longer wanted to escape, no longer wanted to run away. It seemed he no longer had the strength for it, or else it was the fear of being haunt down by none other than the Turks and returned back to his 'Home'. And things would get worse from there. Much worse.

His father lived for his company. He cared only for his company, only for his billions of gils, for his reactors, for ShinRa cabinet, consisting of his executives. He only cared for them for they brought him gils. And gils was the old man's life. Not his family, not his boy. Not his beautiful boy.

And so the boy was happy when the first reactor blew up. Or at least, was blown up, by terrorists to be exact. The rebels that his father helped create, the rebels that were a product of his father's selfishness and power. He pretended to care, just like he always pretends to care about the company. But inside, he was happy, he was laughing, and he liked it.

It was then that he saw a picture of him, piled up with the other photographs of the rebels involved in the attacks, the ones who called themselves Avalanche. Glowing blue eyes that could only be from SOLDIER training. Spiky blond hair that stood up in what seemed in all directions. He was beautiful, just like him. And went by the name Cloud Strife. He made a copy of it and kept it for himself. "Just in case the original got lost and the officials need another copy" the excuse he made himself belief in.

Even now, sitting down on the corner of the bed, staring at the photograph, all he could do was smile. A simple emotion he would never do in front of others. He quickly hid it in between the mattress, as there was a knock on his bedroom door. He stood gracefully to his full height and crossed his arms across his chest.

"Who is it? And what do you want?"

"It's only me young sir, I've come to deliver your dinner"

The voice from behind the door was tired, sounded more irritated than tired though.

"I'm not hungry right now, now go away"

When he was sure the servant was no longer present near his bedroom, he sat back down with a sigh. He ran his hand through his soft hair and gritted his teeth as he brought down a hand to his chest. The chest pains came more often now. He had developed a heart condition unexpectedly. The reason, he didn't question it. He knew where it had come from, or better, what was causing it. But the pains were bad. At least the medications he was taking helped. The pain passed, leaving him out of breath. Soon he found himself shaking and taking deep gulps of air to breathe.

Minutes later he reached for the picture and laid down holding it close.

"I was thinking... maybe we could meet one day?"

He looked at the picture as if waiting for an answer.

"What would it feel like… to get to know you… at least a... little?"

Would you understand my pain?

Would you see right through me?

Would you hold me as tight as you can?

Will you always love me?

Do you want me to tell you I would understand?

Do you want me to say I would see right through you?

Do you want me to say that I will hold you tight as tight as I can?

Do you want me to say that I will always love you?

Because I will say anything to you, anything you ask me to

But I want you to know, that I will make it true

Rufus ShinRa closed his eyes that night, and the moon cried, not from sorrow, but from defeat, for the boy was beautiful indeed far more beautiful that she.

Author's note: Well, I hope you all like it. It suddenly came as an idea. They're be more chapters, I'm planning to make this a LONG story. And yes, it's a Cloud and Rufus fanfic. And ok ok.. I will stop the poetry.. lol.. I hope it wasn't that bad. Please leave reviews! Any criticisms or nice things you haveta say, say it now.. please..