Author Note – A new fic from me; xDemonicCloudx

Well I was at a funeral a few days ago and I had to go to my uncles. Fortunately he is a stoner like moi. He began spouting a lot of random stuff about his views on the world so I decided to write a fic about some of the stuff. I have to admit this fic has some of my views in it as well so… Yeah, enjoy it.

Everyone knows the world isn't what it seems;

Why give in to the pressure the higher ups throw at you?

It's time to end the cycle.

The alarm rang throughout the dimly lit room. Covers were quickly thrown off and a hand slammed into the alarm, silencing it for the day. Cloud lifted his head off the pillow. Lately his days had turned into a routine which never ended. He stood up, stretched his arms letting out a loud yawn. Finishing his stretches he pulled his boxers up his slender frame. He looked around his room groggily and looked out his window. His neighbour Ben was, as usual, high and searching his conspiracy theories. Cloud scoffed and walked downstairs to his kitchen where his housemate Serah had served up a breakfast of pancakes and waffles. Cloud ran his hand through his messy blond hair and smiled at his friend.

"I got up late again, didn't I?" asked Cloud, smiling.

"Only twenty minutes," laughed Serah, handing a plate of pancakes to Cloud. He quickly demolished the pancakes and ran into his room, throwing a black t-shirt on with a pair of black, baggy pants. He shoved his feet into a pair of worn black Converse sneakers and leapt down the stairs, two at a time. Serah stood at the front door with a set of keys twirling around her finger.

"Ready," grinned Cloud straightening out his shirt with his hands. Serah shook her head and threw a rucksack at her friend. Cloud quickly grabbed the bag and slung it over his shoulder.

"Now you're ready," smiled Serah, flashing a set of pearly white teeth. The pair walked out the house, with Cloud locking the door behind them and climbed into a small, red Vauxhall Corsa.

"Y'know, every day we seem to go through the same stuff," pondered Cloud, looking out the window of the car as animals, buildings, trees and pedestrians walked by.

"What do you mean?" questioned Serah, confused about this sudden outburst.

"Don't you wish something would just change to get us out of this daily routine?" asked Cloud looking at Serah now.

"You've been spending too much time with Ben, perhaps?" laughed Serah, pulling up to their school; Bodhum High.

"No I have not!" protested Cloud, pouting at his friend.

Cloud opened the door of the car and climbed out, looking around and sighing as everyone walked around like zombies. Girls in their cliques; gossiping, jocks in their groups; shouting and laughing like animals and teachers slowly walking into the school, looking tired as they realise they have to be in the school the entire day. Cloud turned and seen Serah climb out her car and smile at him. She wiped down her white dress and grabbed her bag. She walked over to Cloud and linked her arm with his.

"School, another daily routine?" asked Serah sarcastically.

"Yeah," moaned Cloud, "by the way, sarcasm doesn't suit you." Serah glared at Cloud as the pair walked through the massive double doors entering the school hallway. Even though the pair were early to school the hallways were packed with students rushing to their lockers to collect their things for their classes and chatting to their friends. Serah and Cloud managed to fight their way to their respective lockers and threw their bags into them. Cloud glanced at his locker door to make sure he knew what class he was at.

"Eugh, history," sighed Cloud. Serah simply nodded and left Cloud all alone, "I suppose I'll get her at the end of the day."

The day rushed by for Cloud as he just daydreamed throughout. As the final bell rang he smiled and rushed to his locker to collect his belongings and then ran to Serahs' car. As per usual she was sitting in her car with her phone, texting her friends she'd just left only moments ago. She noticed Cloud, smiled and put her phone away.

"Another routine thing, me always in the car before you?" smirked Serah.

"And always on your phone to your friends you just left," laughed Cloud. Serah laughed with him and started her car. The pair began chatting and drove off home.

As they pulled up to their home, Cloud looked over to his neighbour's house. Ben looked out his window and motioned for Cloud to come over.

"I'm going to go and see what Ben wants," said Cloud climbing out the car.

"Okay, don't be too late," warned Serah, "I know what you are like when he invites you over."

"Don't worry, I'll be back in about an hour tops," smirked Cloud.

Cloud jogged across the lawn and walked into Bens' home. Ben smiled as he heard the door open and close.

"Cloud, here," said Ben, his voice strained with the number of joints he smokes per day, throwing Cloud a thickly rolled joint. Cloud stuck it into his mouth, used a nearby lighter and sparked up. He inhaled the intoxicating substance and blew the smoke out. The smoke spread through the room as he blew out more.

"So, why did you invite me over?" asked Cloud, getting straight to the point.

"I have uncovered something about our government," began Ben, tightening his blue housecoat, "our government say they help us, whereas in reality they are only doing what they are told by a higher order."

"A higher order?" asked Cloud, taking another drag of the joint.

"Right, you think our president decides on tax cuts, etcetera? He doesn't. Instead he gets his ideas from a person or group higher than him. They choose what cuts get passed, what information we receive, they control our lives and we don't even know about it."

"Y… you can't be serious, Ben," gasped Cloud, nearly dropping his joint.

"Believe it. I've had friends hack into the FBI, CIA and a lot more. For some reason he hasn't sent any new information, he usually uses a proxy server so he can't be traced but I think he was taken in."

"Ben, you're sounding crazier every time you open your mouth."

"I know this is a lot to take in but you have to understand!"

Ben and Cloud sat at the front of Bens' computer, smoking joint after joint, going through all the information that Ben had compiled about the government they were ruled by. He showed evidence against 9/11 and many other massive incidents.

Cloud and Ben sat back after reading everything and looked at the ceiling.

"I know it's a lot of information but you had to learn sometime," stated Ben, his voice now slow and droning. Suddenly an eruption of gas smoked the room. Cloud tried to stand but fell onto the floor and began losing consciousness. His last sight before his eyes closed was a person wearing heavy boots and a suit.

Cloud struggled to open his eyes, yet managed so. Looking around he noticed he was back in his room. He tried to get up but his body ached. He let out a small groan and suddenly his head began thumping. He gripped his head and moaned in pain.

"I have no sympathy for you," came a voice from the doorway. Cloud opened one eye and looked at the doorway. Standing there in a pink housecoat was Serah, arms crossed and a very stern look on her face.

"What happened last night?" asked Cloud, the pain in his head subsiding slowly.

"You crawled in at 3am, making so much noise. You screamed about men coming to get you," growled Serah. Cloud sat up and looked out his window, daylight lit up the world. He looked into Bens' house and noticed that he wasn't there. Neither was any of his furniture. Instead it looked like a completely new house with someone else moving in.

"Where's Ben!?" shouted Cloud, leaping off his bed.

"Ben's next door," said Serah, confused about Cloud's shouting.

"That's not Ben's house. Check it for Christ's sake!" Serah quickly climbed over Clouds' bed and looked into Bens' home.

"What the hell!?" yelled Serah, "that's not his house!" She quickly scanned the surrounding area and her eyes drew to a tall man wearing a black suit, white shirt, black tie and heavy boots.

"You see something?" asked Cloud, trying to see where her view was.

"A man, staring right at us, well I assume he is; he's wearing sunglasses."

"Let's get ready for school, maybe something will come back to me from last night." Cloud went to scratch his head and noticed black writing on his arm.

REMEMBER!

"Remember?" asked Cloud.

"Remember what?" asked Serah.

"I'm guessing I wrote a note to me to remember what happened last night," replied Cloud.

"Come, let's get to school."

Cloud and Serah climbed into the car and drove by the man, turning as the car passed him. Cloud paid no heed to him.

"My routine has changed, I'm unsure if I like it or not," stated Cloud, turning to Serah as she pressed down on the gas pedal.

"Routines change, it's not a good thing to get stuck into one Cloud," said Serah, not taking her eyes off the road.

The secret of your future is hidden in your daily routine.