It's been roughly, what..five years after the defeat of Sephiroth, and the fall of meteor? Five years
since I've actually begun to have a normal life? Alas, only *four* years since Tifa left me for some
pathetic hobo off the streets of Midgar. Damn, and I thought were we beginning to have a pattern.
Let me explain about myself. I'm Cloud Strife, and I saved the world from Sephiroth. I can safely
state that I'm insane. From all the weird things I've seen, from Shin-Ra employees mooning me,
to gigantic icicles attacking me, you'd think by now, I wouldn't find it weird if somebody pulled
off their shirt and revealed they had another eight sets of eyes on their chest. But today, something
truly unique happened. I would of never of guessed it.
I live in my house that I bought from some old guy in Costa Del Sola. Yeah, it only costed like..
a billion gil. I was lazily flipping through the channels. You see, I have over five hundred channels. But,
as if the television knows I'm going to sit down and watch some TV, the only thing it shows is reruns
and documenteries on the mating habits of moogles, or sometihng. Erk. That was until I heard a crash
from outside. I knew it was probably the WELCOME TO COSTA DEL SOLA sign again, because it
hasn't been repaired in awhile. I grabbed one of my boots, opening the door, to scare off any beach
whores who wanted to come barging into my house. I peered out the door, before I dropped the
boot. What I saw before me, something I never wanted to even think about again...
A black cloaked figure lay writhing near a palm tree. From the looks, either some mean guy
threw him into the tree, or he tripped and fell and landed there with a crash. I approached the black
cloaked figure, before getting on my knees to look at the fellow. I've never actually seen one of these
things without their hood. Curiously, I peeled the hood off the cloaked clone. He had unruly, tangled,
and slightly curled white hair. It reached to about his shoulders, as it was matted with dirt, making it
seem more of a dark gray color. His skin was a dark tan, and his eyes were a very light shade of
green. Really, I suspected it to be something ... a lot more worse, and deformed. A trickle of drool
ran down his face, as he stared at me. I furrowed a brow.
" R...re..u..un..ion..? " He asked quietly, his eyes staring at me, without a blink. ... Well, the clone
was a little late. Like, five years late. I sighed, and rubbed my forhead.
" Uh... " I didn't have the heart to tell the clone that he was 'alittle' late for that. " Yeah.. Reunion. It's
here. " I murmured, lifting the surprisingly light clone into my arms, and heading inside. The clones
eyes grew large, tearing up. " Yeah.. good job. " I sighed.
A Sephiroth Clone. Five years after Sephiroth died. He missed the reunion. Wow--that truely
marks a failure. How can a clone miss the reunion? Hell, even I was there. Now what gives Hojo
the right, this guy wasn't even there. He looked younger, and much thinner then all the other clones
I've seen. He looked around his late teens..eighteen, maybe. I don't know..maybe he was created
to look this way forever. I wouldn't doubt he had a shortened lifespan, but if he lasted for five years
when Sephiroth DIED..
But before I delve any deeper into this situation, I'm giving this thing a bath. I don't need my
house smelling like clone. I carried the clone into the bathroom, setting him down on the floor, as
I began to run the water in the tub. He stared at me, almost in question.
" ... g..grea...t se..ph..ir..oth..?.." He asked, twitching lightly.
" Nope. Sorry, I'm Cloud. " I could of sworn his blank expression filled with sadness. I sighed heavily.
" Alright..just..let me take off your cloak, you smell. I don't need my house smelling like you. "
The clone let me take off the heavy cloak without protest, and I set him in the water. I took his arm, and began
to scrub it. Almost instantly, dirt and sweat began to murk up the water, only from his arm. Holy fucktards.
This clone was so dirty, that I actually needed to refill the tub three times before he was actually clean. I needed
to dress him in some of MY clothes, too... seeing that the black cloak was disgusting. It took me nearly two
hours to get the clone fully cleaned. I'm wasting my life with a poor Sephiroth clone?
" C'mon, " I said, motioning to the unnamed clone. " I'll get you some sandles. " As I began to leave the
room, I opened up a closet. I had enough shoes to wrestle Prod Clod with. " Okay, " I began, as I tossed a
few out of my way. " We'll need to figure out what size.." I glanced behind me. Nobody. I sighed, stood,
and began to backtrack to where I last left him. The clone was struggling to crawl to where I was.
" L..lord..Clo..ud.." He whispered, crawling over to me.
" .... I guess you don't need shoes. " Well, that could be one reason he didn't make it to the reunion. " And
don't call me a lord. " I heaved the clone up in my arms, and took him back to the couch, where I was pre
viously watching television, and sat him down. " What you do need, is a name. "
" N..name..? ....m..a..master cloud...numb..er..is...23.." He writhed.
" A number? We're not talking about numbers. Well.. uhm.. What should I name you..er.." I was never really
creative with names. To my luck, a commercial on the telly suddenly chimed out (*TRY NEW JIFFY PEANUT
BUTTER! :D OR DIE!*). I snapped my fingers. " That's it! We'll call you Piffy. "
" ... p..piffy..? " Asked the clone.
" Yes. Piffy. " I pet the newly named Piffy's mop of tangled hair. " ... You know, I think I might like having you
around. It beats having jugs of death anyday. "
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Questions? Comments? Suggestions? Well, then review! :D
Okee, should I continue this? It was originally supposed to be one shot. u.u;! Quite frankly, while skimming
through Final Fantasy VII fanfiction these days, I always find like..these super intelligent Sephiroth clones
who are like..searching for revenge or an answer or something. I just thought it would be original, if a
normal Sephiroth Clone took the spotlight for a change... -sigh- Piffy Piffy Piffy..:D
since I've actually begun to have a normal life? Alas, only *four* years since Tifa left me for some
pathetic hobo off the streets of Midgar. Damn, and I thought were we beginning to have a pattern.
Let me explain about myself. I'm Cloud Strife, and I saved the world from Sephiroth. I can safely
state that I'm insane. From all the weird things I've seen, from Shin-Ra employees mooning me,
to gigantic icicles attacking me, you'd think by now, I wouldn't find it weird if somebody pulled
off their shirt and revealed they had another eight sets of eyes on their chest. But today, something
truly unique happened. I would of never of guessed it.
I live in my house that I bought from some old guy in Costa Del Sola. Yeah, it only costed like..
a billion gil. I was lazily flipping through the channels. You see, I have over five hundred channels. But,
as if the television knows I'm going to sit down and watch some TV, the only thing it shows is reruns
and documenteries on the mating habits of moogles, or sometihng. Erk. That was until I heard a crash
from outside. I knew it was probably the WELCOME TO COSTA DEL SOLA sign again, because it
hasn't been repaired in awhile. I grabbed one of my boots, opening the door, to scare off any beach
whores who wanted to come barging into my house. I peered out the door, before I dropped the
boot. What I saw before me, something I never wanted to even think about again...
A black cloaked figure lay writhing near a palm tree. From the looks, either some mean guy
threw him into the tree, or he tripped and fell and landed there with a crash. I approached the black
cloaked figure, before getting on my knees to look at the fellow. I've never actually seen one of these
things without their hood. Curiously, I peeled the hood off the cloaked clone. He had unruly, tangled,
and slightly curled white hair. It reached to about his shoulders, as it was matted with dirt, making it
seem more of a dark gray color. His skin was a dark tan, and his eyes were a very light shade of
green. Really, I suspected it to be something ... a lot more worse, and deformed. A trickle of drool
ran down his face, as he stared at me. I furrowed a brow.
" R...re..u..un..ion..? " He asked quietly, his eyes staring at me, without a blink. ... Well, the clone
was a little late. Like, five years late. I sighed, and rubbed my forhead.
" Uh... " I didn't have the heart to tell the clone that he was 'alittle' late for that. " Yeah.. Reunion. It's
here. " I murmured, lifting the surprisingly light clone into my arms, and heading inside. The clones
eyes grew large, tearing up. " Yeah.. good job. " I sighed.
A Sephiroth Clone. Five years after Sephiroth died. He missed the reunion. Wow--that truely
marks a failure. How can a clone miss the reunion? Hell, even I was there. Now what gives Hojo
the right, this guy wasn't even there. He looked younger, and much thinner then all the other clones
I've seen. He looked around his late teens..eighteen, maybe. I don't know..maybe he was created
to look this way forever. I wouldn't doubt he had a shortened lifespan, but if he lasted for five years
when Sephiroth DIED..
But before I delve any deeper into this situation, I'm giving this thing a bath. I don't need my
house smelling like clone. I carried the clone into the bathroom, setting him down on the floor, as
I began to run the water in the tub. He stared at me, almost in question.
" ... g..grea...t se..ph..ir..oth..?.." He asked, twitching lightly.
" Nope. Sorry, I'm Cloud. " I could of sworn his blank expression filled with sadness. I sighed heavily.
" Alright..just..let me take off your cloak, you smell. I don't need my house smelling like you. "
The clone let me take off the heavy cloak without protest, and I set him in the water. I took his arm, and began
to scrub it. Almost instantly, dirt and sweat began to murk up the water, only from his arm. Holy fucktards.
This clone was so dirty, that I actually needed to refill the tub three times before he was actually clean. I needed
to dress him in some of MY clothes, too... seeing that the black cloak was disgusting. It took me nearly two
hours to get the clone fully cleaned. I'm wasting my life with a poor Sephiroth clone?
" C'mon, " I said, motioning to the unnamed clone. " I'll get you some sandles. " As I began to leave the
room, I opened up a closet. I had enough shoes to wrestle Prod Clod with. " Okay, " I began, as I tossed a
few out of my way. " We'll need to figure out what size.." I glanced behind me. Nobody. I sighed, stood,
and began to backtrack to where I last left him. The clone was struggling to crawl to where I was.
" L..lord..Clo..ud.." He whispered, crawling over to me.
" .... I guess you don't need shoes. " Well, that could be one reason he didn't make it to the reunion. " And
don't call me a lord. " I heaved the clone up in my arms, and took him back to the couch, where I was pre
viously watching television, and sat him down. " What you do need, is a name. "
" N..name..? ....m..a..master cloud...numb..er..is...23.." He writhed.
" A number? We're not talking about numbers. Well.. uhm.. What should I name you..er.." I was never really
creative with names. To my luck, a commercial on the telly suddenly chimed out (*TRY NEW JIFFY PEANUT
BUTTER! :D OR DIE!*). I snapped my fingers. " That's it! We'll call you Piffy. "
" ... p..piffy..? " Asked the clone.
" Yes. Piffy. " I pet the newly named Piffy's mop of tangled hair. " ... You know, I think I might like having you
around. It beats having jugs of death anyday. "
_______________
Questions? Comments? Suggestions? Well, then review! :D
Okee, should I continue this? It was originally supposed to be one shot. u.u;! Quite frankly, while skimming
through Final Fantasy VII fanfiction these days, I always find like..these super intelligent Sephiroth clones
who are like..searching for revenge or an answer or something. I just thought it would be original, if a
normal Sephiroth Clone took the spotlight for a change... -sigh- Piffy Piffy Piffy..:D
