A/N: This is plain and utter randomness. If you like it! Yay! If not! Boo you. Ahem, this is a demented little fic, and it could possibly be a long one too. But, the reviewer will have to decide upon that.
Chapter name: Looks who's here!
Story summary: It's been a year since METEOR and everyone has returned, or made a new, home. Cloud opens the door to his house one day to find...
Chapter summary: Where all of AVALANCHE went. A mysterious knock.
Rating: PG-13 for mild language and all around demented-ness
Disclaimer: Don't own Final Fantasy VII or any thing mentioned within the game. Squaresoft does. I don't own Jones soda either.
Warnings: Cloud boredom and info
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Cloud flipped through the television channels. Chocobo racing, Corel's rebuilding, death of ShinRa, destruction of Midgar, and all that crap. It was exactly a year ago when they destroyed Sephiroth and released Holy, there by destroying Jenova and Meteor. He frowned. There wasn't a thing to do. No one would talk to each other today, since they all had promised each other never to speak of the horrible past and do their best to put it behind them. They basically went back home, but then they moved again. AVALANCHE was basically scattered around the globe.
In Costa del Sol, there was Cloud. He lived in Shinra beach house. Barret moved back to Corel and started to rebuild it, occasionally asking Cloud if he would like to fight some fiends with him. Tifa moved to Mideel and helped to restore it to a better glory and opened a bar there. Red III, a.k.a. Nanaki, lived at Cosmo Canyon in the observatory. Cid moved back to Rocket town and resumed the duty of Captain of the town, with Highwind behind his house. Reeve, a.k.a. Cait Sith, moved to Kalm and bought the house near the shops on the left and kept Cait semi operational. Yuffie resumed her materia hunting duties in Wutai. And Vincent returned to the Shinra Mansion in Nibelheim.
He sighed and took another chug of his Fufu berry Jones Soda. He was bored and needed something to keep him moving. Setting the soda onto a table, Cloud started to stretch. His bones cracked. Standing back up, he leaned back, hearing more cracking.
"I wish I had something to keep me moving..." Boy, and who says wishes don't come true? There was a knock on the door. Cloud fell over, surprised by the knock. Everyone in town had agreed not to bother him today, and there hadn't been any tourists today. He sat up and walked to the door. Ankles cracking slightly. "Damn, I need more exercise." He opened the door. A little boy with silver hair and looked about five years old stood there. His mako-green eyes looking up to Cloud.
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A/N: Yes, yes. It was short. I'm not sure if I should continue or not. If this is someone who has read my bio, you can pretty much guess who it is. If you can't, feh to you. You must review me, tell me if I should continue. Please, send me no flames! I'm not one to destroy stuff, especially stuff written by someone who actually read my stuff. )Sighs( Yes, it was more of an intro to a ver long boring story. )Rolls hands( But... )eyes dart( I'm not like that, I had a hard time writing this. Plus, I'm trying to finish another fic. Well, the ending is a long way off but... efa. People review, and that makes me happy! Please review! ii I'm begging you! Okay, well not begging you... but close.