Part 1

" Could danger once again be facing the streets of Midgar? That is a question the
citizens are asking them selves right now. Just last night at precisely 11:30 P.M., a group
of renegade soldiers took siege of the Midgar Community solar plant. At least five
workers suffered massive injury while three law enforcement officers lost their lives.
Damage done to the power plant was heavy and a majority of people in the old town
sector will be without power for a couple of days."
Cloud sat in his favorite chair listening to the radio. He rested his head in his
hands and silently listened to the news. It had been at least five hours sense the power
went off and Tifa had been quite worried. Cloud lifted himself on to his feet and made
his way over to the radio. Swiftly he turned the switch off and listened as silence filled
the dark room.
He walked out of the living room and into a small hallway. pictures of Tifa and he
hung on the walls. Pictures of them on their honeymoon, their marriage night... Cloud
took a moment to linger at that one. Tifa looked beautiful. She stood in her white dress
that flowed to the ground. Her hair, her smile so pretty and full of life. He allowed
himself a small smile and moved on further into the hall. After a couple of steps he
arrived at a doorway. He stopped and took a moment to look inside. Tifa lay in their bed
sound asleep. A shaft of moon light shined through an open wind and came to rest over
her. under its iridescent glow she resembled an angelic figure, so beautiful, so pure. Once
again for the second time that day, Cloud allowed himself a small smile and moved on.
A few thought moved through his mind as he walked on to the back of the hall
way. Thoughts that were dismissed one after the other. They were pointless. Finally he
made it to the last room. It was unfurnished except for a bookshelf, a throw rug and an
easy chair. He moved to the easy chair and sate down. Slowly He moved his head in the
direction of one of the corners of the room, There lay a large sword and a pair of red
stained leather gloves.
Cloud rose out of his chair and walked toward the sword. He ran his hand up and
down its handle letting memories cascade through his mind. He let his hand come to a
stop around a spot where hands and sweat had made the leather wrap around the handle
discolored and thin. He moved his fingers around the handle and tightened his grip. With
little effort at all he lifted the great sword bringing the blade at eye level. He gazed at it
with his deep blue eyes.
"Your thinking about how much you'd like to wield that thing again aren't you."
Cloud turned in surprise to find Tifa standing behind him. She was leaning agents the
door frame wearing here silk night gown, her raven hair spilled over her shoulders like a
dark waterfall.
"I don't have very many secrets from you, do I." He replied setting the sword back
into its spot. He walked over to his wife and pulled her into a long kiss.
"No, you don't." She said, as she kissed him on the cheek.
"Don't tell me that you don't sometimes have the urge to done those gloves once
again." He implied as he pulled away from her and made his way into and down the hall.
She followed him out.
"Yes, your right, I do. But thers nothing left to fight, were in a time of peace, try
to enjoy it Cloud." She said. Cloud walked into the living room and made his way to the
front door. He stopped and picked up a back pack and slung it over his shoulder.
"Tifa, I'm going over to Barret's, I've already eaten breakfast and thers a meal on
the table for you, but you may need to worm it." He started to make his way out the door
when she stopped him.
"You're going to see if he knows anything about the attack on the attack on the
plant aren't you?" Cloud chuckled slightly as he pulled her into another kiss.
"You were awake weren't you, I was right I don't have any secrets from you."
She smiled slyly as he walked out the door.

Part 2

Berret Wallace usualey kept himself busy by building. He had recently opened up a
carpentry shop. Building had become his passion, not only that but in the last four years it
was one of the only things (besides being with his daughter) that got his mind off of the
blood shed that he had witnessed and caused through his life. At the moment he was
putting the finishing touches to a table.
Buzz. The door bell rang. Barret put down his tools and made his way to the front
door.
"Cant you read the sign," he shouted in his gruff voice. "were closed." He reached
the door and looked out the small peep hole. What came over him next he couldn't
explain. Starring back at him was a man of about twenty five. He had long flowing red
hair and an unshaven face.
"Rufus!" Barret exclaimed under his breath. But it couldn't have been him. He
was dead, wasn't he? not to mention this man had mako eyes. Berret looked down to the
door knob and fumbled to get it open. He swung the door nearly taking it off its hinges.
But as he looked outside again all he saw was the usual hustle and bustle of the streets.
He let out a large sigh and was about to shut the door again.
"Barret." Barret looked outside again to see Cloud running toward him at full tilt.