Lifestream
Disclaimer: None of them are mine, geez! Some people never get the idea do they?
A/N: This was my first fanfic ever, so please r+r, but take into account that I have got better (I think)
He didn't believe it. All this time he thought he was a 1st class Soldier who knew the famous Sephiroth well, but he wasn't. He, Cloud Strife was a pathetic, motion sick private with only one friend, Zack. He didn't even know Tifa very well, whom he had thought was a lifelong friend. How could he cope?
I am an idiot. How could I believe that that was my life. They're lies, all of them and all from Hojo. Cloud was lying motionless in a bed. He wasn't sure of who he was, let alone where he could be.
First he heard a faint, distant rumbling. Then he realised it was growing nearer and nearer. The bed was shaking. What is happening? At that moment the ground broke open and swallowed Cloud Strife and his bed whole. He fell. Plummeting through layers of earth, sand and stone he could still make out a light far away. Then one moment it was gone and Cloud stopped.
* * *
It was a few hours before cloud came to. Where am I? He looked around. Wherever he was it reminded him of his hometown of Nibelheim, or was it? Cloud did not know truth from fiction where his life was involved.
Under closer examination cloud deduced that he was somewhere in the past. There were young versions of him all over this area and the whole place was enshrouded in an eerie green glow.
Cloud decided to take a look around. It wasn't for a while that he realised he was capable of walking. He had not been able to do this for days. He had been imprisoned within his own mind trying to decipher his past. Sure enough this was Nibelheim. There was the mansion, the houses, and there, was the weather station he and Tifa would spend hours sitting, speaking and stargazing. NO! No he hadn't. That was just another lie thought up by Hojo to make his life sound more real.
Then he understood. That was why he was there. This place, whatever it was held the key to his past. He climbed atop the weather station and settled down to think.
* * *
"Cloud? Are you here Cloud?"
He recognised that voice. It was Tifa. She had come to find him. Maybe she could help explain it all. Everything was going to be fine. He got up and joined Tifa. I'll be fine...
~Owari~
Final A/N: I didn't realise it was that short. Honest!
Disclaimer: None of them are mine, geez! Some people never get the idea do they?
A/N: This was my first fanfic ever, so please r+r, but take into account that I have got better (I think)
He didn't believe it. All this time he thought he was a 1st class Soldier who knew the famous Sephiroth well, but he wasn't. He, Cloud Strife was a pathetic, motion sick private with only one friend, Zack. He didn't even know Tifa very well, whom he had thought was a lifelong friend. How could he cope?
I am an idiot. How could I believe that that was my life. They're lies, all of them and all from Hojo. Cloud was lying motionless in a bed. He wasn't sure of who he was, let alone where he could be.
First he heard a faint, distant rumbling. Then he realised it was growing nearer and nearer. The bed was shaking. What is happening? At that moment the ground broke open and swallowed Cloud Strife and his bed whole. He fell. Plummeting through layers of earth, sand and stone he could still make out a light far away. Then one moment it was gone and Cloud stopped.
* * *
It was a few hours before cloud came to. Where am I? He looked around. Wherever he was it reminded him of his hometown of Nibelheim, or was it? Cloud did not know truth from fiction where his life was involved.
Under closer examination cloud deduced that he was somewhere in the past. There were young versions of him all over this area and the whole place was enshrouded in an eerie green glow.
Cloud decided to take a look around. It wasn't for a while that he realised he was capable of walking. He had not been able to do this for days. He had been imprisoned within his own mind trying to decipher his past. Sure enough this was Nibelheim. There was the mansion, the houses, and there, was the weather station he and Tifa would spend hours sitting, speaking and stargazing. NO! No he hadn't. That was just another lie thought up by Hojo to make his life sound more real.
Then he understood. That was why he was there. This place, whatever it was held the key to his past. He climbed atop the weather station and settled down to think.
* * *
"Cloud? Are you here Cloud?"
He recognised that voice. It was Tifa. She had come to find him. Maybe she could help explain it all. Everything was going to be fine. He got up and joined Tifa. I'll be fine...
~Owari~
Final A/N: I didn't realise it was that short. Honest!
