A/N Here we go. Hope yall continue to enjoy!

FINAL FANTASY VII:REMINISCENCE

Ghosts from the Past

"Cloud," a distant voice called, "Are you alright? Can you hear me?"

Cloud's eyes slowly began to open, letting the light from the medical examiner's lamp illuminate the scene for him. Tifa was next to his bed, her beauty having only increased with age. She held his hand as she looked over him. Marlene and Denzel were also sitting there, hands held, looking over his fallen form. Cloud sat up a little, his body shaking as he did, showing his strength was all but spent at the moment.

"Where am I," he asked softly.

Tifa smiled.

"Your in the hospital Cloud. You had suffered a heart attack. You almost died. If I hadn't heard you fall, you may not of made it."

Cloud then looked at her, concern in his eyes.

"Was HE there?"

Tifa sighed.

"Not this again Cloud. You know he's dead. He cannot come back anymore."

Cloud grit his teeth and shook his head.

"He was there dammit, I know he was!"

Tifa clenched his hand and put another on his head. His fever was beginning to get worse.

"Marlene, call the nurse quickly," Tifa said as Cloud began to shake.

Within 2 minutes, the nurse was there, injecting more medicine into his body, causing him to drift back into sleep.

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Tifa and Marlene were sitting in the waiting room, still waiting on his results. It had been almost an hour since they were asked to leave so the doctors could perform further testing. They both sighed when they heard a familiar voice.

"Why so glum?"

They looked up and saw Cloud in the clothes Tifa had brought, a sweatshirt with black jeans. Marlene smiled as Tifa got up and embraced him.

"Oh Cloud! I was so worried about you!"

Cloud smirked some and broke the hug.

"I'm ok. Doc says I can go. So we're gonna go."

He started off towards the door, Tifa and Marlene in pursuit.

"Are you sure you're going to be ok Cloud," Marlene asked quietly.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. No worries."

"But Cloud, this is the second week in a row you've been seeing HIM. Are you sure you're going to be fine? I mean, you ended up here in a hospital. What next," Tifa added, stepping in front of him.

Cloud frowned.

"Tifa move please."

"No," she replied, "Not until you do something about this."

Cloud gave a large sigh.

"Alright fine. What do you want me to do about it?"

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"I am not going to see a shrink," Cloud said angrily as he and Tifa stood in front of the Psychiatrist's office.

"We're going to find out what's causing this Cloud. This is the only logical place to take you."

"Logical? What's logical about a guy who's going to pronounce me sane or insane?"

Tifa grit her teeth and began to pull the elderly Cloud in the office. He eventually quit struggling and entered. The smell of the office gave a bland, sort of medicine taste in the mouth, very odd because of it being the smell and not the air. The air just seemed stale and unclean. Cloud sat both nervously and uncomfortably in the plastic chair for patients incoming. Finally, after about 45 minutes, a young, blond haired lady came out with a clipboard.

"Mr. Strife?"

Cloud stood up. The blond smiled and winked at him.

"Are you ready to proceed sir?" Cloud nodded. "Right this way."

He followed her down a narrow corridor and took a left to another one. They continued on, reaching a solid wood door. She held it open and he entered. Inside the room sat another, slightly older lady with peppery hair, a stern gaze behind two large brimmed eyeglasses.

"Mr. Strife," her accent was heavy.

"Yes," was his only reply.

"My name is Dr. Parmela Raikov. Please, sit down, so ve may begin."

Cloud gave a sigh and sat down.

"I am understanding that you have been seeing, hearing, and experiencing things over ze past two weeks, ya?"

"Yes, but I really don't think coming here will help."

"And vy not?"

"Because what I've been seeing is real."

Dr. Raikov smirked.

"Does everyone else see him, this image?"

Cloud shook his head.

"No they haven't. He only appears to me it seems."

"Ah ha," she said, writing it down on the paper.

Cloud looked smug.

"I'm out of here," he said standing up.

"I assume this man vas from a dark past, Mr. Strife?"

Cloud stopped. He knew he wouldn't be able to get away from this.

"What does it really matter to you anyways," he said as he turned to her.

Quickly flashing before his eyes, was Sephiroth in the shrink's place. He smiled wickedly, his eyes all agleam with the mako within them. Cloud grabbed his chest and began to breath hard. Sephiroth started towards him, hand outstretched.

"Get...get away...from me," Cloud wheezed as the figure continued forward. Cloud's vision went blurry and there in front of him stood the psychologist.

"Mr. Strife? Mr. Strife!"

Cloud slowly let go of his chest and caught his breath.

"I'm...I'm ok," he said slowly.

Cloud staggered up and made his way towards the door. Dr. Raikov grabbed his shoulder.

"We're not done here today, Mr. Strife."

Cloud looked back.

"I am," he said.

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He floated down the crater, slowly circling down the great hole. His sword was heavy upon his back and a fuzzy afterimage of himself followed his slow, feather like descent. Various creatures of dark design stood along the interior. They snarled and patted their claws, hooves, and other appendages against the rocky edges. They were worshiping him, proclaiming him as their savior and bringer of dark paradises. And he was. He knew with the great power left to him ages ago by the Ancients, he would ultimately bring about the end of the planet. And after 30 years of being dormant, his evil had begun to rise once more. Everyday, it flowed from it's source into the open world and began to slowly infect it once more.

He continued floating down the crater as the dark ones worshiped and praised him. His feet then slowly rested upon the ground. The air was thick with the feel of cold air and mako. He looked back up the crater and held his arms out, widespread as if to receive an offering. The image of Sephiroth appeared above Cloud and slowly descended into his form. As the two merged, the sounds of the dark creatures grew loud with excitement. For now evil was finally one. Cloud smirked as Sephiroth's life merged with his own and they became as one.

Cloud shot up in his sleep once more, sweat rolling down his body. He hit the bed in front of himself.

"Dammit," he whispered as he began to lay back down. Uneasily, Cloud closed his eyes and began to drift off into slumber.

A/N Hello there again! Just wanted to know what yall think so far?! Love it, hate it, either way please read and review it!!