So here I am once again trying to write a story. Well, we all know where this is going. But, my friend from school "inspired" me to try again. But if I was ever gonna finish anything. It would be a FF7 fanfic. WARNING: This fanfic makes references to Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children. If you have not seen the movie yet I HIGHLY recommend that you do not read this fanfic. TRUST ME.

Oh yeah, Squarsoft owns FF7, not me.

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Chapter 1: Renewal

The mist was heavy as the last remains of the Shin-Ra rusted away even more after Sephiroth's reappearance. Small amounts of the lifestream could still be found in puddles or in the dark crevasses where light never shone. The darkness brought on by Sephiroth was no longer evident and the aura of despair he'd left behind finally began to dissipate. Yet, in those dark, murky corners of Shin-Ra some beings weren't quite ready to die. Regardless of their intentions, even the cruelest of souls had some sort of love in their heart… even if it was only for their kind.

Small amounts of energy began to arise from the remnants of the lifestream. Three silver-haired men formed; each in an eerie, ethereal form hardly visible to the human eye…but perfectly obvious to each other.

One of the three men, the tallest of the three with rough hair, tried to speak but his voice came out weak and fading, "Broth… brother… where's… mother…?" The shortest of the three with the shortest hair answered in an equally weak voice but with a hint of pain in it, "I couldn't… I couldn't save her… I failed…" The man began to make strange sniffling noises; which sounded oddly like crying. "You can't cry… big brother… you're… not me…" replied the taller man. A small smirk appeared on the elder man's face as the third man with long hair spoke as well; except with a rage in his voice, "It wasn't you big brother! It was Se… Sephiroth who failed! It's his fault… all his fault…" The three brothers grew dimmer as time went on. With every hour of a second that passed, more of their remaining life force diminished. They merely stood there staying in each others presence as the trio waited to be sent to wherever they were meant to go.

The spirit with the longest hair broke their silence with a proposal to his younger brother, "Loz… I believe… we can still… be useful…" Loz, the youngest, looked up slowly at his brother with a quizzical look, "I can't be useful… I'm dead…". Loz began to weep silently at the thought of his own demise when his brother interrupted him. "We can't… go back… Loz… but…" he turned towards their eldest brother and looked at him "… we can at least… save… big brother…" Loz turned toward the eldest and nodded, "Big… brother… please save… mother… then… she can save us…" The eldest of the three looked at them wide eyed and became frantic on the inside, "What… are you talking about…?" "We mean… reviving you… brother…" replied the longer haired man. "Yazoo… and I… have made our… decision… even if… if it means… the remainder or… of our lives…" remarked the youngest.

Yazoo and Loz put their hands on their brother's shoulder and they all glowed a faint green. From the feet up Yazoo and Loz began to disappear and the eldest brother became more and more solid. "No…" replied the eldest brother, "You can't…" "Don't… forget us, Kadaj…" said Loz as he completely disappeared. "Save mother… for us…Kadaj…" said Yazoo as he left this world as well. Kadaj fully became flesh and bone again, but now he was alone… all alone. The newly reborn Kadaj felt weak and collapsed on the floor. As his body regained its strength he thought to himself for a while before passing out. I'll bring her back…mother…she'll bring me back my family…my brothers…

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The setting sun could be seen in Cloud's mirrors as he drove against the ruined terrain of the Midgar outskirts. The wind flew fiercely through his blond hair as he made his way back to Tifa's bar. His most recent assignment was to deliver chocobo greens to Kalm for some rich family who had one for a pet. Boko…I think that was its name… Recently, the need for a delivery boy had dropped with the times. Quicker, more reliable methods of transport were being made constantly along with the fact that they could deliver in bulk.

Cloud didn't mind the lack of work; it gave him a reason to take a break once in a while. Unfortunately, it also meant a lack of money. When Cloud and his friends defeated Sephiroth the first time, the Gil they had earned in their travels was split up between the eight of them. Vincent gave his share to Cid to help him with his "Sierra" project; Vincent felt he had no need for it. Nanaki also helped fund it, but with whatever he had left after putting a lot of his share into his home in Cosmo Canyon. Cait Sith, who had revealed himself as Reeve but only to Cloud, had used his share to retire. Yuffie had gone off and done who-knows-what with her share. Barret tried to open an oil company but couldn't quite afford it. Cloud, of course, offered whatever Barret needed to begin his new business. Barret told him that he would be paid back but Cloud never bothered asking for it back. Tifa re-opened her bar in another part of Midgar and was left with a decent amount. Cloud began helping her and even though business was slow they had enough money together to make up for it. After over two years though, they were running out of Gil and business never seemed to improve.

His bike bounced as the terrain switched from the rocky outskirts to the cracked streets of Midgar. The city's renovation had been coming along nicely until Sephiroth's second coming. Debris littered the city from the battle atop the Shin-Ra building. Cloud felt guilty about the lives taken from the ordeal but he knew he wasn't the cause.

Reaching the inner city, which had luckily taken almost no damage, he stopped at individual houses along the way. One by one he knocked on their doors and went in for a few minutes. At each home Cloud was greeted by a pair of adults and they would converse with the enigma of a man. Only seconds into the conversations small footsteps could be heard running up or down stairs to the front. Young familiar faces, sometimes two, came running to Cloud's side to hug him. The orphans were always happy to see their blond caretaker again. After all the orphans were cured of the geostigma the adults and other parents no longer feared them and the orphans were being adopted constantly. Eventually, only one remained.

All the children waved at Cloud as he mounted his bike and drove off. Some of the parents gave him food so he had to get back home while it was fresh. He wove through the traffic at normal speed as rush hour was picking up. Although, rush hour in Midgar consisted of people walking down the streets instead of in cars. Cloud made a weekly trip to visit the children and made sure they were alright with their new families. He still worried about them, but as time passed he felt more relieved.

Pulling into the garage behind Tifa's bar Cloud noticed a brown-haired boy through one of the windows. He ran out of his room the second he saw Cloud causing a faint smile to creep along Cloud's face. He turned off the vehicle and dismounted. He was going to carry everything in himself but the boy came out to offer his aid. "It's about time you came back! Where were you? Need a hand with that?" questioned Denzel. "Heh, how about we get everything in first. Ok?" Cloud replied. Denzel nodded and took two bags from Cloud's arms. The bags Denzel took weren't particular heavy but Cloud noticed the young boy struggling a bit to carry them.

Once inside, Cloud and Denzel put away the food as Tifa walked in. "Looks like your finally back." "Have there been any calls for me?" "No, not really." she responded. Cloud had the serious look which screamed out 'INNER DILEMMA' plastered all over his face. Tifa walked over to him and pulled him by the arm into the next room. She forcefully sat him onto a couch and threw him a blanket. "Stop worrying so much about it! Forget about your problems for now and get some rest, you've been gone forever." She demanded with a stern voice. "But…" "NO! No excuses. I don't want to hear it. Go to sleep and I'll wake you later." Tifa was determined to keep him there so Cloud decided it was best to submit to her. After all, it had been a long trip. "Alright, but only for a little while. Don't let me sleep too long." "Ok. I'll wake you once I've prepared something for us all to eat. But really get some rest!" With that, she turned around and went about her business.

Denzel stood next to the doorway giggling silently. "Oh, shut up you!" Cloud yelled as he threw a pillow at him. Denzel scurried off as the young man laid down on the couch. Within minutes, Cloud had dozed off and wouldn't be returning for a while.

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The moon had already risen as Kadaj awoke. He was still sore but could stay conscience at least. Stumbling towards the edge, he tried to remember where he had hid his motorcycle. Last he remembered; he was fleeing from the traitor and wound up at the highway. That's where it was, under the highway where it couldn't be seen.

Somehow he managed to find the energy to make his way to his bike at the bottom of the Shin-Ra building. Unfortunately, he found his Souba along the way. His poor blade had been left outside unprotected from the weather for who-knows how long. Rust had ruined the blades and the whole sword itself had become weaker overall. If he was going to revive mother, he needed to fix it. If not, he would be defenseless against those who would stop him.

He couldn't go anywhere nearby, he would be recognized. The next town over would suffice. As he drove off he noticed how little fuel was left. Everyone and everything seemed to be against him but he would prevail. It was enough to reach the next town, and once he got there he would repair his Souba and proceed to finding a solution.

As he though to himself on the way to the next town, an interesting idea entered his mind. Instead of just fixing his weapon, why not rebuild it with new abilities. Yes, the strengths of his enemies could become his own.

Although his body was sore and weakened, his ambition still burned strong.

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Well, there you have it. BTW, if you didn't know. This chapter's like a "so far in our story" kind of thing. Stuff will actually happen in the next chapter. 3rd at the latest.

Oh, and can I get at least one review to know that someone at least read it. I couldn't care less if it's a flame. I just want to know I exist.