Ok well this is ANOTHER chapter story, but well it's beggingto be written. As an update for Modern Warfare or Harem readers, those should be updated this weekend. I'm in the midst of NaNoWriMo, and I just had a birthday! Woo!

This is a FFVII/FFVIII crossover, but I will not be posting it in the crossover section. I know that this is strange, but I really am just thinking as a reader here too. I never check that section and it pales in comparison, so I'll be posting it in the FFVII section, just because it'll get more attention like that.

It's going to be a, wait for it, Cloud/Seifer/Squall* pairing. O_o Weird right? Well the Squall part is optional, but I'm pretty sure he'll end up in there. I'm not sure on any side pairings yet, and I have little to no FFVIII experience. PLEASE point out plot holes, they will be almost inevitable.

This story is taking a huge new turn for me in my writing career. It'll have some deep emotions in there, mostly because it was inspired by the song Fireflies by Owl City. It'd be great for you to listen to that to get an idea of the emotion to come in the story. The plot will start about Cloud, turn to Cloud/Seifer, and should end in Cloud/Seifer/Squall. It's very Seifer heavy and a lot of the emotions come from him, it's a creative look into his character, which will likely leave him OOC a bit.

Ahh well the ranting ends, I hope you enjoy. Please R&R!

The Wisdom of Fireflies

Black Hole

It was shocking to have a black hole open up underneath my feet. At least I assume it was a black hole. Sephiroth just lifted a hand suddenly this portal swallowed us whole. We fell together, swords at the ready, and it was immediately dark. But oddly enough, the fall wasn't what was frightening. It was the landing, or the lack there of. We settled back onto the ground without so much as a tremor in our balance. It seemed like a useless attack but a cursory look around told me otherwise. No, we are standing in the middle of a room filled with people. The room is huge with a high, vaulted ceiling. The people all look at us with strange and somewhat frightened stares. Off to my left, a regal yet terrifying black haired woman stands with a very tall, blond male. To the right, there is a larger group of people, all fighters if the weapons and battle stances are anything to go by. The boy in front of their group, young with icy-glazed brown hair and even colder blue-slate eyes, stands with a weird sword up and ready to fight with the blond to my left.

It's immediately obvious that the blond is an impatient one. "Well who the hell are you two? Are you calling in back-up Leonhart?"

The leader on the right tenses and stands up straighter. He gives an award winning glare that I have to admit would make Rufus ShinRa proud. I have to flick my gaze back to Sephiroth to make sure he isn't preparing to kill me while I'm distracted, but oddly enough, he's just as absorbed in the conflict as I am, giving me the chance to look back to the boy.

"Not likely," and that was it. I felt a small swell of camaraderie with the boy, who, like myself, found pleasure in concise wording. The blond, however, isn't happy and instantly flares in anger. It's drenched pretty quickly by the woman, who contrary to her frightening looks, speaks out in a very soft but cold voice.

"Introduce yourselves, mortals. You encroach on the land belonging to the most powerful sorceress to ever live. I suggest you make your goals known quickly before I'm tempted to have my Knight remove your head from your shoulders," she sneers in our direction. I flinch at the part describing us as mortals, and I look forward at Sephiroth, who is already turning menacingly towards the daft woman.

"Mortals? Hn, you clearly have no idea to whom you are speaking wretch. Show more respect for your superiors, whether from your own pathetic excuse for a planet or from other, more capable worlds," it was all he said as he looked at me again. The woman twitches visibly and raises a hand in the direction of the blond, who I gather is her "Knight".

"You got it." It was the blond who spoke as he advanced forward. The boy to my right stiffens further, a great feat considering he already looked like he was suffering from rigor mortis. The blond stalked closer whilst hefting up a larger and slightly different version of the kind of sword the boy on my right was carrying. It didn't take long to discern he was way too weak to be fighting us. Me orSephiroth. So I took the initiative and began to attack Sephiroth, who in turn only smirked my way. I was apprehensive already, but the smirk put me on edge. And for good reason as he suddenly disappeared in a burst of black feathers.

I screech to a halt in confusion and reach out a hand, catching a single feather. "Fuck," I murmured to myself. The blond who was approaching stops about two feet away and looks at the place where Sephiroth once was. His whistle of bewilderment galvanizes me into action. I spin and grab him by the shirt, shoving him quickly against one of the flat walls. And immediately the room is silent, even more so than before. The woman's eyes grow wide for a second before she practically evaporates into black smoke. The blond one looks unbelievably perplexed and dismayed by her leaving him to more or less die. I cough and bring his attention back to me. He struggles for a moment, but quickly realizes, from my unmoving stance, that I'm at least a hundred times stronger. It proabably couldn't hurt to have such a large sword too.

"Who are you? Where are we? Who was she? And are you evil in any sense of the word? Answer all those questions and you'll be one step closer to surviving." Apparently, my tactic, a quick decision, was the right one. He starts to work out a response instantaneously.

"Seifer Almasy, former SeeD cadet for Balamb Garden. Ultimecia's castle. Ultimecia, the greatest sorceress of all time. And yeah I'm evil, but please don't kill me." I had to refrain from smiling as I realized he was still trying to pry my hand from his shirt, and he was failing pretty hard.

"Ultimecia's castle, hmm? Unfortunately, I seem to be on the wrong planet. What am I going to have to do to get some help in getting home?" The disbelieving stare was enough to tell me he wasn't going to be any help, but I couldn't help but feel something tugging at my heart for the boy. There is a hazy look in his eye, a strong characteristic of mind control. I had to reevaluate his appearance. He kind of looked like a stronger Rufus ShinRa with green eyes. When I met his eyes I felt something snap. He's terrified and slowly gaining lucidity. It's enough to make me let him go. And he runs. Runs right out the door, much to the obvious displeasure of the remaining people.

A strangely dressed man with a large gun is the first to speak. "Aw now why did ya have to go an' let'im go? He's a wanted man, ya know?"

I look at him evenly, smile chillingly, and respond, "No I don't know. Now I'm in need of assistance, and I have a feeling we might be able to help each other." The group looks between each other nervously but the leader looks intrigued. He looks me in the eye and smiles just as coldly. "Then let's negotiate."