***Disclaimer*** I in no way own final fantasy or anything associated with it….but I wish I did.
The cold rain fell onto him in waves as he drove home to 7th Heaven. His muscles sore from a long day a work, he wanted nothing more than to be embraced by the one person that could give him immediate comfort, Tifa.
Far off in the distance, he saw a hoard of wolf-like creatures surrounding a lone fighter, one that was taking them all down- one by one.
'Amazing,' he thought. As he got closer he began to notice her size and figure. It was a young woman.
Down they fell like large trees one after another, and eventually, there were none left for her to fight. Skidding Fenrir to an abrupt halt, Cloud got off his bike and began to walk towards the girl. They were in the middle of a barren road, which was far off from any civilization, yet this girl was here by herself without any form of transportation. He wanted to know why, but more importantly he wanted to offer her help.
Swiftly she turned her head to face him, but he only got a brief look at her blue mako eyes before her knees buckled and her legs gave out from under her. Immediately, Cloud was by her side; he had saved her from falling head first into the hard pavement. With the dim light of the moon he tried to look at her face, but was unable to make any specific distinctions in her features. Rather than leave her in the streets, he decided to take her home because anywhere was better than Edge at night. Gently he placed her in front of him on Fenrir and continued his drive home.
'What will Tifa say?' he wondered as he began to speed off into the distance.