A/N: Herro Thereee! X3 My name's Munchie Manda, and I'ma pretty new writer. Y'know how it is when you have all these fun ideas in your head, but cannot for the life of you figure out how to write them down onto paper? That's how I am. Lol. But I've finally (after much anxiety!) written a little piece down. This one was a little short, because it's only a prologue and I promise if people think I'm going anywhere and happen to like it, I'll write more! :3 Thank you for reading my rambling! *Ughyuu. I'm nervous.* Errm, Enjoy?! :D

Ohh yeah, I do not, nor will I ever, own FF7 or any characters that reside in it. That is strictly Square-Enix bizquick! But, If I did own them...well, you wouldn't want to know. X3 Tee hee.

Hopeless. Anxious. Bored. That's exactly what Cloud felt as soon as he opened the door to his rather small apartment. The whole place only consisted of a living room, a small kitchen, two bedrooms, and one bathroom. Cloud was never really one to decorate, or feng shui the place. He leaved the apartment the way it was given to him, cream colored and lifeless. Just how he liked it.

Cloud lived on his own in his small apartment, in the big blusterous city of Midgar. He could constantly hear the noises of cars and people rambling through the streets, sometimes so loud that it would keep him up from time to time.

He threw off his boots near the door, and began to strip himself of his hoodie. It was the end of May, and the heat was starting to greet itself with its presence. He merely set it down on the back of the couch, where it draped languidly over the edge.

Making his way to the cramped kitchen, Cloud opened a cabinet and grabbed the box that held the instant coffee mix. Sighing softly, he poured the contents into his mug, and cranked the spicket for water.

After watching his mug twirl around in the microwave, it finally beeped, and he opened up the door and collected his drink. He plopped his petite little ass on the sofa, and turned on the TV. He groaned. Nothing was on, as usual.

'Heh. Just kinda like my life. Nothing.' Cloud thought as he put his coffee mug down, barely taking a sip of it, and stretched himself out on the piece of worn out furniture.

Only nineteen, and yet Cloud felt his life was just boring and repetitious, and quickly going nowhere. He was still at teenager and he didn't even feel motivated to do anything. Except for his job, which he didn't mind. He had just come home from it really, after a hard works day of rehearsal. Maybe some of his friends from his work were bored as well, and maybe they'd want to chill for a while? He knew that he had just seen them, and felt a little sheepish at the thought of making them yet again leave their houses to go and meet him or vice versa.

Cloud lingered on the thought of the word friend. And every time he did, the memories of his one friend would come crawling back to him.

Cloud's mind flash backed to that one incident, he cursed himself each and every time for it. If only he could've done this, or maybe if he had thought of that, it never would have happened, and he would still be able to see his friend's goofy smile. He had only been fourteen when the event happened…When he had lost his friend. He clenched his eyes shut, to try and repress any of the further memories that would haunt him, and make the old feelings of guilt and worry suppress his mind.

A knock came from the door. Cloud lifted his head up over the couch and stared at the door. His heart started to beat faster. Who would be knocking at this time of night? It was already a little past Midnight…

The person (or at least, Cloud hoped it was a person) knocked on the door again, this time a little louder, causing Cloud's body to jolt from the sudden and much louder noise.

Getting up from the couch, Cloud slowly made his way to the door. His hands trembled slightly as he grasped the door handle.

'What the hell am I so scared of? It's only midnight, and it's probably just some stupid drunk who forgot where they lived…Yeah. That's it.' Cloud thought to himself as he shook his head to get the dumb fear out of his mind. It's not as if this never happened before, drunks coming back from the bar, forgetting where they lived, and making it Cloud's responsibility to help them find their way back to their apartment.

With that thought in mind, Cloud's fear vanished. He was more annoyed than anything now. And with that, he undid the lock rather rudely, and opened the door…

Upon opening the door, Cloud's breath hitched in his throat. It couldn't be….could it?

Cloud's world was put on hold as he stared at the person in front of him, his electric blue eyes wide with surprise and utter shock.

"Z-Zack?"