Murai: I was watching Advent Children last night (for like, the millionth time…) and I thought, What the hell happens afterward? So… this baby was born.
I feel anytime I write Cloud, its really out of character…. Oh well. Here's this. Hope you life it.
It's my first Final Fantasy one on this website.
I'll update it randomly, for I have a small muse.

To those who lived this world
And knew friendly company within.
This Reunion is for you.
FF7 Advent Children

"Which is it Cloud? A memory or us?"
"I think she's telling you to get over it, man."
"Stop running! I know, if you find the kids, you might not be able to help them! Maybe something well happen that can never unnhappen. That scares you doesn't it?"
"You think you've got it so damn hard? Well you hate being alone so let people in."
"Which is it? A memory or us…"
"Dilly-dally shilly-shally. Isn't it time you do the forgiving?
"You came, even though you're about to break. That's a good sign."
"Glad you can make it! You see this man? He's our big brother. But alas, in our happy flock he's what you'd call a black sheep."
"Why don't you pay any attention to us?"
"Tseng and Elena. They were brought here half-dead. They must have been brutally tortured."
"If they wanted to, they could recreate Sephiroth."
"Recreate Sephiroth."
It kept repeating on and on through his head as he saw himself stand in the vast of white. He put his hands to his ears in a futile attempt to block it all out.
"Shut up!" He saw himself yell. "Shut up!"
And one voice screamed his name.

Cloud woke up with a start , perspiration on his brow. He clenched a hand to his chest and sat there a moment, letting the dream sink in and remembering who he was and where he was.

"Just a nightmare…" He said to himself as he threw the thin blanket off himself and went to the window. Outside he saw to lights of the town almost hidden by a think layer of fog and darkness that seemed to go on for miles. 'Maybe it did,' the blonde-haired man thought to himself as he checked the clock for the time. Three in the morning.

He shook his head and went to put on a shirt. 'Maybe a ride would clear my head…'

He couldn't remember the last time he didn't have nightmares. But he knew when these one's started. Right after the 'Kadaj-incident', as Yuffie calls it. It was a living nightmare itself. Before then, he had dreams of those blue eyes that still haunt him and the world as he had knew it ending instead of the life stream saving it. He had had dreams of Aerith's death and her somehow coming from the grave to haunt him. Even now, he can't figure them out. She had helped him through the 'Kadaj-Incident' after all.

After dressing himself, he grabbed his keys, his goggles, and his phone. Tifa had chastised him last time for not bringing it on one of his nightly rides.

Cloud walked out of the home he had shared with Tifa and the children, and stood on the sidewalk. Goose-bumps raised on his bare arms and made him shiver a tiny bit. It was about that time when the weather turned chilly. It refreshed him and took his mind off of the dream.

He hurried over to his motorcycle, one Cid and Barrett had gotten him for his birthday last month since his older one had gotten wrecked during his fight with…. He shook his head again, slid the goggles over his spiky hair and blue eyes, and hopped onto the bike and turned it on, loving the way it roared underneath him. He kicked the kickstand up, revved the machine, and drove off.

Going out of town, he entered the country side soon, reaching about ninety miles per hour. Cloud loved this feeling. The freeness of the air that flowed past him and the crisp morning air that woke him up. The air isn't as polluted as it were when the Rufus and his father had basically taken over the world with their soldiers and used the earth's energy to create an easier way to live. Cloud inwardly chuckled at that. Shinra's way of thinking had put Midgar and other cities in the sorry state they were in. But that was the past.

Cloud pulled up to a cliff that looked over what used to be Midgar. His eyes fell of Zack's sword, which stood proud and rusted. But proud all the same.

He turned the motorcycle off, put the kickstand down, and went to sit beside the sword.

"Hey, old friend." He murmured to the air, whether to him or to his friend, he didn't know. He closed his eyes and imagined his friend beside him. He imagined his friend's smile and his friend's voice.

"Hey Cloud!" His imagined friend said. The area around him disappeared and they both sat white. White had surrounded them. It comforted Cloud for it was an area he thought of often.

Cloud 'opened' his eyes and saw his grinning friend sitting across from him, looking so completely relaxed, it annoyed him. But at the same time, it comforted him to know nothing has or will change with his friend.

"You have too much free time, to be up and about like this." The other had said as he laughed heartedly and ran a hand through his black hair.

"And you're one to talk." Cloud said in a monotone voice, slightly smiling. A pang in his heart reminded him that it was his fault that his friend was killed. His smile disappeared.

"Cloud, stop beating your self up. Its nothing. I'm fine." 'Zack' had said as he leaned forward and flicked Cloud's forehead. "No-thing."

"But I…" Cloud began but stopped as his friend glared at him heavily.

"Stop Cloud. Think of yourself for once, you big teddy-bear."

Cloud opened his eyes and sighed. The sky had changed to a lighter blue and the stars were fewer in-between.

He checked his phone and saw a message from Tifa. Probably wondering where he was at. He ignored the message, stood, and made his way back to his cycle.

He'd dwell on it later. For now, he'll go back and get some sleep.