Final Fantasy: Easter Resurrection

Author's Notes: Ah. My second attempt at fanfiction. Now, I'm not afraid of flames, but please, at least review. The only thing I ban is "nice."

Clorith, Clorith, and Clorith. Mush alert. This story is basically my outlet of the failure of my own lovelife.

Well, I try to describe the foul language in here, such as (censored, female dog). Good luck.

I am usually a oneshot writer, so excuse me for the short chapters. I promise to update every ten reviews, because the story is done. So review, review, review, on my:

Writing style

Grammar Errors

Mushiness/Fluffiness

Disclaimers: I do not own the excellent game known as FFVII, FF7, or Final Fantasy VII. Bug off, suers. I also do not own any of the characters in the game.

Mental thoughts and conversations

Got it. The story begins, now.

Chapter One: Life and Death

"I'll have another one, Tifa," Cloud said to the bartender. He had drunk his way through ten glasses of beer now.

"Are you sure-"

"I said, another one," Cloud said, tone rising.

"Of course," she said. She slipped a sleeping pill in the hopes of him not corrupting his body anymore.

"I saw that, Tifa." Cloud muttered. Seeing that his childhood friend wasn't going to give him service anyway, he left the Seventh Heaven to drown himself in guilt again.

He strode over to his Fenrir, his constant companion. The swords were still sheathed in their compartments: he would pay a visit to his private memorial.

The Buster Sword was buried with its hilt exposed on the outskirts of the big city. Cloud stopped by, nodded to it in respect, and went off again.

He had a lot of things to do: drown in guilt, ask for forgiveness, drown in guilt, ask for forgiveness, drown in guilt- wait, his ears filled with a melody that disturbed his chaotic peace. His cell phone was ringing.

"Tifa, what is it?"

"Delivery, Cloud. Stop by Rude's place and deliver a special Materia."

"Got it. I'm going now." Cloud got on his Fenrir and rode to the place.

He was welcomed by none other than Rude when he got there.

"Cloud, I need you to deliver this to Shinra," he said as he handed a glowing green Materia. "It's a new materia, but it has been mastered."

Cloud felt strangely attracted to the materia. "Hey, can I use it along the way?"

"No can do, Cloud. Deliver while it is in mint condition," Rude said, ushering him out. "You can if you are in huge trouble, but I don't know what could come out. The manufacturer said that it has the potential to revive Sephiroth, so take good care of it."

"Okay, okay!" Cloud went out and got in his Fenrir.

Cloud?

Aerith?

Are you okay?

It just feels so empty without you.

You still have your friends, and you still have Tifa. I'm stuck here waiting for rebirth, but I'm supposed to be in the Promised Land.

Rebirth? Resurrection?

Well, that'll never happen. I'm dead. Nobody can revive me.

Wait, if this materia can revive Sephiroth, why not you?

Well, I'm sure that I can't get back to life-

Cloud was struck with a bullet shot from a nearby cliff. He took out his Tsurugi and got out of the motorcycle in a flash. Something was wrong.

A/N: Review or else I shall never complete this! I am already done, and if you don't review, I shall never post the other chapters. I will post them after at least five reviews.