Hello dear readers! Zimithrus1-
Zack: *cough*currentlyan00b*cough*
hey watch it! anywhoo, this is my first fanfiction-
Sephy *cough*youveeverwriteninyourlife*cough*
and you Sephy! knock it off! an no, this is NOT the first fanfic ive ever written! ive written much more before this! im just new to the site is all!
Zack+Sephy *cough*Liar*cough*
you know what? screw you guys! anyhow! this fanfic is about Zack and Cloud in there early, EARLY years growing up in an orphanage, yes, AU. but I hope you enjoy it. :) i'll try to make this as enjoyable as i can!
Zack: PERVERT! PERVERT REMARK!
ugh...lets just get on with it...
DISCLAIMER-I do not own FF!-_
~X~CHAPTER: 1~X~ It had been raining that night. A very heavy downpour that covered the ground in a wet film covering the ground. Driving in this weather would be difficult, the rain coming down in sheets of a choking black. Although, this woman was chancing it, she had buiness that needed to be taken care of. This was clear due to her somewhat reckless driving on the lightly slick road. She had no idea what to do with it, the infant in the backseat.
Could she just leave it somewhere? Why did her husband run out on her when she told him she was pregnant? Why? But this woman made the conclusion that it was all because of the sleeping infant in the backseat. That infant tore her relationship with her lover apart, physically and mentally wore her body and mind out, caused her young, healthy appearance, to dwindle to that of a sick thirty year old. She also contributed the fact that it screwed with her mental state.
She never felt the same after 32 hours of labor. This monstrosity, didn't seem to be worth the effort of raising, when all it did was muck up her life. She came to a slow at a stop sign and glanced around, occationally glancing at a GPS installed in the car. She was coming close. She could see it in her feild of vision, which wasnt very good due to the thick rain. She would leave the infant on the doorstep of an orphange, then take off and resume her old life, filled with one-night stands, parties, and the other things only a reckless teenage would attempt.
she quietly crept the car up closer to the building. But keeping a safe distance in which she could drive off easily if needed. She lightly applied the brakes and set the car in 'park' before stepping outside into the cold, rainy, November night. She made her way around to the side off the van and opened up the door. she leaned over the infant.
oh, if only the thing were still sleeping! how easy it would have been! but the infant looked up at it's mother, with big, bright blue eyes. he cooed softly at the sight of his mother. She slightly backed off, wondering if this was a good thing to do? regardless, even in she DID keep him, she would be forced into welfare, living paycheck-by-paycheck.
She shook the thought away, but she would at least write the last name of the infant on the box he was kept in she went around to the passengers side of the car and pulled out a pen from the glove compartment. and wrote 'Strife" in big letters.
Yes, even after eight months of this infants life, she never even bothered to name him. Some mother. She took the infant who was looking around with curious little eyes, and strode up to the door. Should she ring the doorbell? knock on the door? No. It was almost three in the morning. She took a few minutes to think about her next actions. When she knew, she took action.
She set the infant on the cold cement, that was starting to get soaked from more rain pouring down. then, the woman took one last look at her son, and dashed to her car, put it in drive, and left. the sky seemed to by crying at this scene, for the rain was cold and hard.
tender little raindrops made there way down off the gutter and splashed onto the infants face. he wriggled around in his box because of the cold stored in that tiny raindrop. the poor little infant, was left in that cold rain, for a long time. he wailed out in agony at the cold and wet that splashed on him. how long would the torture last?
~[~X~]~ "Miss Marie! Miss Marie!" A young boy called rushing into one of the womens room. he jumped up on the bed and ducked his head under the covers. a small light clicked on. and a tired, groggy woman sat up and streached. her long black hair, a mess in her emerald green eyes.
"hmm? Zack? didn't I tell you that you had to sleep in your own bed tonight?" she asked the fretting little boy clumping the bedsheets in his shakey fists. Miss Marie glanced over at the clock.
"Zack, come on, its only twelve minutes to six, daybreak will be here. go back to your room." she stated trying to usher Zack to his room.
"but Miss Marie! i heard a wailing moan coming from outside an hour ago and its scaring me!" he cried latching onto Miss Marie.
"alright, alright. I'll go check it out." she stated, reluctantly getting out of her warm bed. She was so tempted to lay back down and sleep. But she didn't want Zack crying the rest of the night, well acually, the morning.
Zack tailed behind Miss Marie like a little duckling would follow its mother. Miss Marie looked at zack as one of her own ever since he arrived at the orphanage. his family had suffered in a traumatic house fire just a year ago. his parents parished, but only Zack survived.
the two approached the door.
"Miss Maire be careful!" Zack said tugging at her flowy nightgown.
"i'll be fine." she stated opening the door. the rain from the previous night had dwindled to just a drizzle now. and the rising, morning red sun peeked its way through diminishing rainclouds, a new day. Miss Marie was confused. no one was there.
she peered out even more, looking left. Nothing. looking right. Nothing still.
"Zack there's nothing-" she paused mid-sentence when she looked down.
"Zack, go get Charolette and Cloey." Miss Marie stated bending down to the ground. Zack obeyed and rushed off to get the others that worked full time at the orphanage.
Miss Marie saw the little infant that had been dumped on the doorstep just hours ago. He looked sick, he must have been caught in last nights heavy thunderstorm. Miss Marie gently picked up the infant. his breaths were shallow and his face was flushed. No doubt about it, this poor baby was definatly sick.
Miss Maire cradled him and took him from the rain-soaked box. the last name 'Strife' was still somehow on the box. streaks of pen however had been smeared down the side. "you poor thing, cold, sick and abandoned. Don't worry, i'll take care of you." she stated walking inside and shutting the door behind her. Zack had gotten the other two women from there rooms and led them over to Miss Marie, who was cradling the small, very malnurished infant, in her arms tenderly.
"oh my!" the one with short brown hair and ocean blue eyes gasped.
"what happened to this one?" the one with long dark blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes asked.
"this poor infant was left abandoned on out doorstep. oh, his clothes are soaked in the rain."
"ugh, what kind of mother would abandon there helpless baby in a thunderstorm?" Charolette sighed. "i'll go get him some fresh clothing." Cloey stated running into the orphanages nursery for children under two.
Zack tried to jump up and see what Miss Marie had held in her arms, but alas, he couldnt see. being three years old didn't help the fact. Miss Marie noticed that Zack wanted to see, so she crouched to the ground to let him look. Zack stared in awe at the small child.
"What's his name?" he asked not taking his eyes of the sick and still infant.
"well, we don't know. Only his last name was printed on the box he was in."
"they left a little baby in a box in the rain?" Zack asked furious at whoever would do such a thing!
"Sadly yes, that's the way the world works." Miss Marie sighed.
the little infant had yet to open his eyes, or for that matter, move around. Would this infant make it? Miss Marie was in doubt and shook her head in confusion.
"C'mon Zack, lets go back to bed now." Charolette said to Zack. he refused.
"nu-uh!" he pouted hiding behind Miss Marie. "i wanna stay with Miss Marie and this little baby!" Zack whined. Charolette sighed. Whenever Zack got defencive, you couldn't change his opinions or his desicions. Cloey came back with some clothes for the soaking wet child. the three walked into the nursury room, and Zack followed behind. They got him changed and laid him down in an empty crib and placed a warm fleece blanket over him.
"he doesn't look any better does he?" Cloey asked.
"i don't see any improvement." Miss Marie shrugged.
"I don't think this one will make it." Charolette sighed.
"you might be right, poor thing isn't even responding to the enviorment around him."
Cloey lightly tapped his cold hand, maybe he would latch on like healthy infants do. no luck. He stirred from his feverish slumber and looked around.
"hey look! he opened up his eyes!" Cloey exclaimed.
Zack pushed his way through to see, but could hardly see anything. the infant was up too high. Zack got on his tip-toes to try and peer in. He could see when he did that.
Zack gazed at the sick looking child rubbing his teary eyes. The infant looked over at Zack now. its large, blue eyes gazing at Zack. Making him feel sorry for the childs current condition.
"hey, listen here you." Zack began speaking to him. The infant looked at Zack with those big blue eyes, never straying from Zack while he talked.
"you gotta get better soon! that way when you get older we can play together!" Zack smiled placeing his hand in between the cribs railing. The Infant rolled over and latched onto Zack's hand and cooed. He smiled brightly seeing as the little baby took to him.
"well, look at that." Cloey stated.
"He's come around." Miss Marie beamed. she ran her fingers through his soft wheat-colored hair, little spikes standing up. The infant gurgled happily at the attention he was getting.
"hey, we need a name for this little guy." Charolette said on a whim.
"she's right!" Cloey agreed.
"hmm..." Miss Marie thought. "well, he at least has to like it." she added on outloud. Zack even began thinking. He gazed into the little baby's eyes, a beautiful sky blue, and the lamp light reflecting off of them, remind Zack of a single cloud during a summers day.
"I know! your name is Cloud!" Zack grinned. The infant squealed joyfully at this. "Yah! that's the perfect name for you! Cloud!" Zack repeated. The infant continued to giggle everytime his name was called.
"Guess thats his name now." Cloey said smiling. Miss Marie felt Clouds forehead.
"looks like his fevers almost gone now." she stated. She glanced over at Zack who was now tickling Cloud. Could he have really saved his life?
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here ends ch.1! reveiw if you liked this! :)
