Note: All things in Italics are what the Character is thinking.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FF7...obviously..I mean if I did, a certain character would still be alive, actually make that 2. They would be living in Midgar with Cloud and Tifa and THEY'D ALL BE ONE BIG, HAPPY, MESSED UP, DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILY! ...(╯°□°)╯ ︵ ┻━┻...

Also, don't be mean. D: I'm new here, I literally signed up about 30 minutes ago. ._. I write all the time and I've always thought about posting them to . Since I basically read all the time off of here.

Anyway, enough of my rants. I hope you enjoy Chapter 1! :D

To taste the simple bliss of freedom and be alive once again; lingering in the doorway between past memories, and seeing for yourself the boundaries of good and evil. Without the knowledge of such boundaries, how can true feelings rise to the surface? Without the gift placed in our hands, aren't we just another pawn? Within the constructs of time, everything has been crafted to perfection with the attention to detail a prime factor. Anything and everything is made the way it was meant to be made, and so it is. Everything was hand carved from love in its purist form. This gift of love is what grants us our gift of knowledge to extend beyond the land of mortals, and view the boundaries between good and evil. To choose for ourselves which side of the game we wish to place upon; lifting us upon a pedestal, and glorifying the love in which we were created, despite our indifference the under lining layer betwixt the constructs of deceit and compassion, lays the foundation on which we were born; outlining the course in which our lives take flight. He made us who were are, and who we become. Our souls were individually placed inside these vessels to do his work, to share the love among others in a safety haven of a planet.

Why would we want to deny him by not sharing the love he so graciously gifted us with? A sanctum of peace, a palace of therianthropic dances; within our temples, lays the core of all humanity, of all existence. An epitaph of our atonement, our signature on the line for our cruel and vial ways we so shamefully committed against the one who granted us with our own being. We continue to selfishly dart through our lives doing whatever it is we please, without any consent for any other soul to matter. When did we lose our way from the love we were born with? When did we cross the boundaries into unseen territory and decide for ourselves what is right, and what is wrong? That decision is not for us to make. Our part in the creation of love is to decide what we do with said knowledge on the worlds of good and evil. We don't make the rules, but we can choose to follow them. Thinking abstractly, what exactly makes something wrong, something evil, or something good? It has just always been so; there is an underlining rule, none of which we notice, that states what is right, and what is wrong. We, with the gift of love, can decide what to do with those rules. We can follow them, to bathe in loves glow, or descend into caves of darkness without any remorse. I can only hope upon the lives of everything love has crafted, and pray that we all come to gain more knowledge into the lands of good and evil. We cannot just block out evil, we have to know what it is exactly we are up against. I take pity on the ones who have fallen to corruption, for they will never know the love we receive. It's a gift we should not take for granted, because some aren't as fortunate to have said protection. Some shall be lost for eternity, but others haven't fallen into the depths just yet. It is our job to show them the love we receive daily, and bring them into the over flowing waterfall of happiness we bask in nightly. These lost souls aren't fallen angels quite yet, they are simple what they are, lost. So let us take up arms, and drive into the battlefield of holy proportions. We will stand, and we will fight for those who are lost, and show them the gracious love that they've been so desperately missing.

Chapter 1: Mundane Mornings

The unruly blonde spikes of chaos slowly rose from their chamber of pillows. Cloud, a young man in his late teens, slowly glared at the alarm clock as if it was the reason for all death. Groggily he rose from his sleeping haven and swept off to the confines of his bathroom, though, not before slamming the screaming noises come from the clock with the ball of his fist. Turning the light switch on, the luminescent glow from the light sparked to life with a florescent hum; the light branching a white hue across the bathroom. A groan escaped Cloud's lips as he quickly slammed his eyes shut due to the invading stinging caused from the lights. Why did school have to start so early? It wasn't like it would destroy the universe if it was just delayed a few more hours. 6 a.m. was surely too early to wake up, for anyone for that matter.

His body hazily did what it did every morning, a normal routine so his mind could drift back off to the pleasures of sleep without actually sleeping. Turning the shower on, Cloud waited for the water to rise to that temperature he ever so loved so that he could bask in its comforting warmth. With the water heating, Cloud took a note as he looked at his reflection in the mid-size mirror placed upon the wall. His hair was so messy, but, when was it not? Somehow his hair stood to the odds, literally. It defied the notions of gravity and stood in ways no one could ever imagine. He couldn't help it, for as long as he could remember, he's always been this way. Sky blue orbs of eyes, and cascading blonde locks towering his head. Oh yes, he was surely a sight. Everyone had always told him he was a beauty, but honestly, he couldn't see it. His mind never so glanced at the beauty which was him, he just honed in on the imperfections of his essence. The stupid things no one would ever notice in a lifetime, but unfortunately, Cloud noticed them all. The way his nose bunched up with certain ways he would talk, how one of his eyes was slightly lower than the other, the annoying tone his voice was pitched at, all of it bugged him to no ends and there was nothing he could do about it. So instead of moping and groaning over it, he found himself just simply, dealing with it. What else could he do? Cloud laughed silently at himself as he shed his clothing inch by inch. Sometimes I swear I act like a woman. That thought alone made Cloud let out a minuscule chuckle before fully stepping into the warm breath of the shower.

The water dampening his hair down to normal, well, normal for him anyway, and glazing over every inch of his muscles, he wasn't the best built person around, but he surely wasn't just a stick either. He had a nice tone to him, and he was happy for that. A soft moan escaped his pink lips as he lost himself further into the core of the shower, the warmth cradling him like a warm blanket. A few minutes later, and a good scrubbing to his hair and body with shampoo and conditioner, Cloud was back in his sanctum of his bedroom. Dropping the towel on the back of his computer chair Cloud stepped over to his closet, the doors making obscure noises that Cloud still hadn't gotten used to with the passage of time, he began rummaging through the caverns of his clothes.

Hmm…this should be fine. Cloud never really bothered with his clothes, a shirt is a shirt, and jeans are jeans. He didn't need the mundane notions of worrying over every single article of clothing he wore that day. Now fully clothed, Cloud checked himself over in the mirror that hung off the side of his wall beside his closet. A simple blue T-shirt, a black thinner shirt over top which also doubled as a jacket, and slightly ripped and faded black blue jeans, nodding to himself cloud plucked at his hair a few more moments before giving up. There really was no hope to taming the blasted thing. With a slight smile Cloud headed down stairs to great his ever-so cheerful mother in the kitchen. Honestly, how the woman found herself so happy in the mornings was beyond him. He was definitely not a morning person, his mother on the other hand, was. He knew for a fact he didn't get that gene from her, maybe his dad wasn't a morning person either? Cloud didn't know, and didn't want to know. He hadn't seen his father in over 11 years so to him; he might as well be dead. Without a word the man had just gotten up and left whilst Cloud was only 6. It left his mother scarred and Cloud confused. Without any underlying notion of doing so, Cloud sought out his mother to comfort her. He had to become her shield, her rock, for the uneasy path ahead of them. He helped her in more ways she helped him. Cloud never took mind to it though. Sure it got hard to handle everything alone, but he loved his mother, and would do anything to protect her. Smiling Cloud took a seat at the kitchen island as they greeted each other with their usual morning notions.

"Morning Mom."

"Good Morning Cloud!" Mrs. Strife said with her usually perky antics. Her hair, the same hue as Clouds, but not as chaotic, spiraled down her neck and halted at her shoulder blades. Her eyes which sparkled just like Clouds watched her son with a joy only a mother would know. Cloud just simply smiled back at her and got up to get something to drink from the fridge. Leaning back into the counter; Cloud glanced over to the clock which hung over the stove. 7:45, with a shrug Cloud doused the last of his orange tinted drink, and went to go get his things. As he was gathering his things in his pack for school, Cloud heard the reporter come on the news his mom had softly playing in the soft walls of the kitchen. He said something about rain later in the afternoon and Cloud hesitated slightly before tucking his raven colored Hood in his backpack. Slinging it over his shoulder in a very brief notion Cloud walked back downstairs.

"I'm off to school mom." Cloud said in his usual monotone voice.

She returned his call with another small and wave. "Okay, be safe honey. Love you."

"Love you too mom." Cloud waved goodbye and was out the door and on his way down the gravel road. It was mid-spring so the air was a nice temperature to where it wasn't too hot, and wasn't too cold. The breeze had a certain capturing way as it kidnapped your body to lean into its embrace as it cradled you and dulled you into a sense of salvation. The sun just huddling over the borders of the horizon grew brightly with its glow cascading over the land. The trees a soft shade of green as birds chirped and sung their sweet melodies as they crafted their nests and homes. The wind picked up and gently nudged at Clouds hair, playing with it almost, before it leaned in to give Cloud a soft embrace on his cheek. It was as if the wind was kissing his cheek, like a mother would do to her child. Sighing happily, Cloud leaned into the Wind and let his tired demeanor wash clean from his body. Before he knew it, he had arrived at the Schools gates. With a groan Cloud trudged through the courtyard, past the bickering students trying to find parking spaces, and into his prison.

There it is. Chapter 1. ._.

Hope you guys enjoyed it. :D Chapter 2 should be up soon.