A/N: Heya huns! Long time no see, huh? Well, I've had a day of free classes, where I still have to sit here and "study", and I've been reading over this fic again lately - it'll be finished a year at Christmas, and I guess I just had another little idea that I never got to add into to original ending, so here's part 1 of the finale of Scream huns, I hope you like it.

"Hey, little-man…Mom's gonna kill you if she catches you!"

Ross smirked as three-year-old Chris simply looked up innocently, from where he had been sitting quite contently upon the floor of the hall, dragging streaks of colour across the wall with his older sister's crayons.

Despite the rainbow-array of colours that now decorated the pale wall, Ross only laughed as he picked up his son, placing him upon his shoulders so as the mischevious toddler could wreak no further damage…he had been the exact same though, according to his own and all other accounts of his younger years, it wasn't that he had intently set out to do so, he had just found the alternatives boring and unworthy of his time – so he'd made his own entertainment – be that "borrowing" the keys to Fenrir to see if they would float in the toilet bowl or not, or seeing just how protective of her Materia Yuffie could be. The best had been when when they'd been about twelve or thirteen, they'd all been at ShinRa for something or other, he couldn't remember specifically what exactly, but they'd all been kids really, and sure; they should have know better and all that, but kids would be kids, and they'd choses not to know better that day…well, one thing had led to another, and let's just say it had ended with several crashed mainframes, and even more angry parents. After that though, everything had changed.

They hadn't been allowed outside to hang-out with each other, he could remember asking why, but all Tifa or Cloud had told Ross had been that it wasn't safe; that He wouldn't pass up a change of making it personal, and that he didn't deserve to have to deal with the burden of the last generation…

It had confused him for months on end as to who the identity of He was, never once had his parents, or any of the others for that matter, said the name or why they had to stay away from him, well – not infront of Ross or any of the other kids that was. After months of uneasy unknowing, the identity of the mystery He had been revealed…Denzel had grown tired of watching his little brother and his friends be molly-coddled into thinking there was nothing wrong, while they knew there was something out of the ordinary occuring, and anyway; there had been something wrong - something very wrong – they hadn't been little kids, they'd had a right to know what the hell had been going on around them, so he'd told them all he knew…something that had earned the eldes of the Strifes' an unmerciful ear-lashing from his parents! But at least someone had told the youths about Sephiroth and the three remnants – though looking back, Ross could see that none of them had truly taken on board the severity of the situation…and beacause of that – things had gone horribly, horribly wrong.

They'd though they'd know better. They had thought their parents to be wrong – everyday, Ross had been forced to listen to warning after warning regarding this Sephiroth person, someone he had only ever heard of and heard stories of – in his young mind, he had not believe even half of the stories to be true…but he knew now that it had been him who was wrong, not his parents. Despite the constant warnings, Ross and the rest of the gang had still decided to hang out by the Meteor Monument in the centre of the city, not telling any of their parents of their plans, for the fear of being detained instead of allowed out…it had all been okay until He had arrived – they had greatly underestimated Sephiroth, Ross quickly became aware of the truth of all those stories as horrid reptilian-dog like creatures had formed a circle around him and the gang…the his Dad had been there, telling them all to run, to go home quickly – but none of them had moved, whether he had been unable to move due to fear or shock, Ross would never know. But everytime he had closed his eyes, he had seen the same scene over and over again...Kadaj...his Dad. Those dreams had stopped, thankfully. But it didn't stop the twenty-four –year-old feeling great remorse and guilt for what had been lost along the way...his Dad, his Mom, the friendships that had been broken – the loves that had been lost…

"Where was he?"

Ross shrugged as he placed Chris down onf the floor of the bar, having been jolted from his reminising by Aiveen's query – he hid a smirk as he straightened himself and turned to face his girlfriend.

"You'll find out when you see the new colour scheme in the hall…"

"Daddy! When did you get home?"

Rika sat up on the table where she'd been doing her homework, evidently having not realised or noticed when her father had walked through the bar after finishing his last delivery of the day. Ross stuck his tongue out as he folded his arms across his chest, eyeing the seven-year-old with feigned indifference;

"I've been here all along Rika – don't tell me you didn't notice?!"

The young girl returned her father's gaze with equal steadiness, knowing that he was only teasing her really, she shook her head of blonde tresses, still tied back in the braid her god-mother had fixed for her earlier, due to it falling down in her way while doing her homework.

"Really? Then how come Denzel called to say you'd be a little late home because you had another delivery?"

Ross rose his blond eyebrows, slightly confused as to how the little girl had known so much about his plans...

"And just how do you know that?"

This time it was Rika's turn to stick out her tongue;

"Coz I answered the phone!"

A/N: I'll get part II up as soon as I can huns, and I hope you all liked it. Let me know what you all thought!

XxxxX - Renolvr :P