Disclaimer: Yet again, I'm here to tell you that I do NOT own Final Fantasy VII. I wish I did though…Sephiroth::sigh::

A/N: Hi people!!! FireLily is here yet again. Currently, I'm eating chicken nuggets right now (they're good!!!!) but back to the important stuff. I'm surprised you went over your limit, so here is the next chapter. This story is starting to get pretty good, isn't it? Well, anyway, I'm glad for the reviews and for the more reviews I see, the more chapters you see! Anyway, here's the next chapter!

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Cloud sat breathing heavily in the dark room. The only source of light was the weak moonlight that flowed from the moon out of the window.

"Damn, that's the weirdest dream I've ever have. I must be goin' out of my mind." He mumbled as he pulled his cover off, yet still sat on his bed.

He ran his hand through his hair and then scratched the back of his neck, two habits he hadn't been able to shake off since childhood. Cloud's crystalline sapphire eyes found their way to the window as his feet found their way unsteadily to the floor. He jumped off the bed and walked over to the window.

As he drew back the handle and stepped out onto the balcony, he inhaled the fresh night air deeply, waking him up a bit. He again ran his hand through his untamed golden hair and sighed. He placed his hands on the rail, bent over, and thrust his head towards the star-filled sky.

"No wonder Tifa likes them so much, they don't look half bad." He declared to him self.

Suddenly, a 'shooting star' shot across the sky. Cloud's mother had always taught him that if you see one, make a wish before it disappears. Actually, all the children of Nibelheim were taught that. Wishes weren't made to be wasted.

"Yeah right." Cloud said to himself, "Wishes were made only to raise the hopes of what can't be."

He stormed back into his room angrily, shoved the door into its original position jumped back onto the bed, threw the covers over his head, and tried to push thoughts of what Hojo might do to Tifa out of his mind.

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"C'mon, Tifa, pick up the phone! I need you!" a young girl of eighteen screamed into the receiver.

She flipped her now longer-then-shoulder-length hair back and waited. She adjusted her waist pack of newly stolen materia.

"Come on, come on, come on. Where are you, Tifa? Pick up the stupid phone. Oh, forget it. I'll call Cloud's PHS." She said as she picked up the phone.

She quickly dialed the number and waited nervously after a couple of rings, the PHS was answered by none other than our Cloud.

"Cloud?"

"Yeah, Who's this?"

"Yuffie."

"Aargh."

"What was that?" she inquired.

"Ah, nothing." The voice replied quickly, "What's up?"

"I keep trying to call the house and neither you or Tifa pick up. What's the matter?" she complained, "I really need to talk to Tifa!"

"Why?"

"It's a girl thing."

"Just tell me."

"Cloud, I said it's a girl thing. Look, I'm running out of time, so just put Teef on the phone." She demanded urgently.

"She's not with me."

"What?"

"She's not with me."

"You guys decided to break up?"

"Yuffie, we were never dating."

"Sure you weren't."

"Whatever, Yuffie. Look I think you need to sit down real quick." Cloud sighed.

"Why?" Yuffie said with more than just a hint of curiosity to her voice.

" Just sit." Cloud repeated, aggravated.

Yuffie strode over to the couch beside her and sat down hurriedly. She tucked some of her dark raven hair behind her ear.

"Now, listen to all of it, Yuffie, before you say anything. You see, it was a really starry night…"

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"Yuffie, where are you going?"

"To Junon, Dad. I need transportation right away. One of my friends is in trouble!" Yuffie exclaimed at the man at the desk.

"Yuffie, I let you explore the world once. You're eighteen now, an important age to be, and should be focusing on more important things, like your schoolwork." The man replied sternly.

"But, Dad, she's in trouble!" Yuffie whined.

"Does she not have other friends?" he inquired.

"Of course, but…Oh, forget it." Yuffie exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air cynically, "I'm going to Junon to help her whether you like it or not."

Yuffie burst out of the office door and ran through the vast hallway with tears gathering in her eyes.

"Ms.Kisaragi, are you all right?" a butler asked.

"I'm alright, Franz, don't worry." She said.

There was a man with a smooth yet pale face. He had the manner of a viper, sly and devious. So naturally Yuffie didn't trust the man. His silver hair was a sharp contrast to hers, as were his sky blue eyes. He straightened his tie, nodded and walked off.

She ran through the rest of the estate all the way without being disturbed again. She ended up in the wing that held her room, so she slowed down when she reached the door to her room. She pushed the heavy oak doors open and shut them quietly.

She picked up her PHS while she grabbed a suitcase. She quickly dialed for whom she wanted and started placing clothing into her bag as tears found their paths down her cheeks.

"Lo'?"

"Barret, this is Yuffie

"Yuffie! It's been too lon'."

"Yeah, I know. Look, Barret, please don't freak out or anything, but Tifa's in trouble. Big trouble. Why don't you sit down? This is gonna take a while."

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