Hello everyone and welcome to my very first fanfiction Becoming His Angel. I have written in the past but this is the first time I have ever posted one of my creations and I hope everyone who reads enjoys what I have provided! Reviews and comments are always welcome and much appreciated! However, please remember to be nice – this is still my story that I created and I apologize if there is something you don't agree with.

Now, this story is rated M for a reason – there will obviously be swearing/language, violence, nudity, sexual themes and potentially other themes (I think I'd ruin the story if I relayed what other themes there would be!). I will try my hardest to mention in the beginning of every chapter if there will be either limited/explicit sexual themes but, if I do somehow forget, I apologize. If you do not appreciate reading and understanding these themes, then this story is, quite possibly, not the story for you. However, if you don't mind, then please, enjoy!

Side note: My original character's name is "Amalia" and her nickname is "Ashe". For those of you who have played other Final Fantasy games will know that this names derives from Final Fantasy XII as Princess Ashelia's alias during the very beginning (Amalia) and the name she is referred to throughout the rest of the game (Ashe). I know it might seem weird to borrow a name from a different FF game but I couldn't resist – I absolutely love these names. Always have ever since I started playing FFXII years ago. If this does become bothersome for some people, please let me and I will change it.

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING related to Final Fantasy VII or Final Fantasy XII (when it comes to Princess Ashelia's name). All copyrights and ownership belong to the respectable company of Square Enix. I am not creating this story to make money nor am I earning a profit – I simply do this as a hobby because I have a love for writing and this series (and all the other Final Fantasy games for that matter!)

PHEW! Long Author Introductory Note and I apologize! Please read Becoming His Angel and I hope everyone appreciates what I have written! :3

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"Name?"

Sitting at a cherry wood desk piled high with papers, a young man glanced at an open, somewhat thick folder in his hand, his eyes fixed solely on the content he was engaged into reading. The man ran a hand through his dark brown locks, his eyes never once leaving the one name he decided to concentrate on. After a few moments of silence, the young man turned his gaze upwards at the person he labeled as his assistant who stood in front of the desk, arms held behind his back; the young man was waiting for the answer to his monotone question.

"Amalia Strife, sir." The young man cringed and slightly smiled at the sound of the name.

"And you're sure that this is truly her?"

"Positive. We've cross-referenced her name and the town that she now resides me. Based upon that, we've interviewed several people asking about her personally – what she does, where she came from and if she's done anything significant in the past few years. But it's definitely her, sir. There's no one else on the planet with that name that originally derived from Nibelheim; especially considering where she lives."

"And that would be…?"

"Edge, sir; the city next to Midgar." The young man nodded at this answer. After all these years…

"Perfect." The assistant cleared his throat and the young man peered at him over the top of a particular paper he was still gazing at. "What is it?"

"Sir, if I may ask a question."

The young man sighed, the folder falling from his fingers onto the desk with a thunk that echoed throughout the room. "If you think it is worth my time, then ask."

"What are you planning to do with this…Amalia Strife…once you find her?"

Snickering, the young man leaned his elbows against the wood of his desk and held his chin in his hands. His cold eyes pierced right through the assistant who stood in place as diligently as he could muster. The force of the stare from his boss was causing him to become uncomfortable but he couldn't afford to show any weakness. He had heard the stories of the previous assistant before him who had displayed weakness. And he was never heard from again. The assistant swallowed the bile currently rummaging through his throat. After a few quiet, desolate minutes, the young man arched a cocky eyebrow and finally asked "Are you sure you want me to provide you with that information?"

"Only if you think I can handle it, sir." Oh, this assistant is smarter than the last one, the young man thought to himself.

But he shook his head. "No, I don't think now is the time for you to know. But," the man stood from his seat and walked towards his assistant who began to tremble, but immediately any fear he might have had vanished. Standing directly in front of his assistant, the two men were nearly eye level. "I will tell you that this woman is the key to my plans for saving the world. In due time, you shall see. We all shall see how marvelous of a woman this Amalia Strife truly is!"

"That is vital information, sir; I thank you for sharing this with me." He bowed, out of politeness. "What is it you would like me to do now?"

"Gather as much information as you can about this woman."

"Anything in particular?"

Briskly walking away from his assistant, the man sat in his chair and reclaimed the top paper from the folder into his hand, staring at the picture it provided of the woman he had been searching for. She eluded his dreams, seared his memories and scorched his ability to gain any sleep. Her different colored eyes within the photo penetrated into the very soul she claimed he didn't have. The assistant stood there, not knowing whether to just leave or wait until his boss gave him another answer.

"I want you to discover whether she is romantically involved with another person."

"Uh, sir?"

"Just do it!"

"Yes, sir!" Fleeing from his spot, the assistant left the growing anger of his boss, not wanting to see what the he would do if he had stayed behind and asked more questions.

As the door behind his assistant clicked shut, the young man swiveled his chair around until he facing the glass windows which covered the entire wall behind his desk. Paper still in hand, he had let his anger get the best of him. And it was all because of her! He crushed his hand around the paper, crinkling the section around the picture. Breathing deeply and forcing his anger aside, he released his grip and stood, walking closer to the windows and examined the scenery outside his office. Closing his eyes, he pictured the attractiveness of her picture within his mind, not once forgetting how beautiful she had always been. The slits of his eyes barely opened, his teeth clenched together and he could taste the metallic sense of blood within his mouth.

"I've finally found you, Amalia. And this time, I won't let you out of my grasp."

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Off in the distance, an alarm clock sounded, sending an annoying, constant ring across the room the tiny device was trapped in. A hand slammed down on the device, turning its maddening sound off for good. Sitting up and pulling the covers off of her slender body, a young female stood from the bed, long tresses of dirty blonde hair fell across her back. Stretching towards the heavens, she locked her hands above her head and popped her back in several places; a groan escaped her lips. That felt amazing, she thought.

Looking down towards the blinking numbers on the clock behind her, she noticed that it was a few minutes before seven in the morning. Walking across the hardwood flooring towards the window, she parted the curtain and noticed the sun was barely leaking across the horizon; it was time for a new day. Grinning, the young lady walked back across the room to her closet, rubbing the sleep from her weary eyes. Looking through the hole in her room that held all of her clothes, she came across her spandex running shorts and a tight, blue tank top. Grabbing these items, she quickly changed into a sports bra and placed the other items of clothing over her body as well.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she pulled her knees to her chest and held them there for a while. Her mind wondered to things she didn't really want to think about so early in the morning, but she couldn't help herself. Her eyes wandered across the wood flooring and the plastered walls, until they landed on a calendar pinned to the wall next to the nightstand. Decorated with chocobos and moogles of various colors, she eyed one particular date that was circled in red. Stand, the girl made her way to the calendar as her fingers traced the date May seventeenth; the last day she had seen him. He was her rock, the person she had been with the longest and the one person she wanted to desperately see every day.

And almost four weeks later, she still hadn't seen his face. His boss had sent him and his colleagues on an important mission and he had told her they would be gone for an extended amount of time, but she hadn't anticipated just how long he would be gone. He had been dispatched on longer missions, but each before this one had brief interval periods where they were able to see each other for a day before he had left again. Occasionally he would have the free time to call her and assure her that he was safe and sound, but the fear that she wouldn't see him again was always present within her heart. But after all the years they had been together, she held a faith within him that wasn't about to disappear. She knew he would come back; it was only a matter of time. Every day she had to remind herself that she never wanted to be one of those girls who obsessed over their man and had to know where he was every second of the day. She trusted him with her life and if she had to wait several more months until she had the chance to see him again – then so be it.

Walking back towards the bed, she sat down and placed her feet in a pair of running shoes then spent a few minutes stretching her still-limp muscles before finally treading downstairs. Ridding her thoughts about her man, she pounced down each step; she could hear the whispers of people downstairs, each talking to the other even though it was still fairly early in the morning. Landing on the final step, she stayed in place, wanting to overhear the voices, both a female and a male, that were speaking just a few feet from around the corner.

"Are their many deliveries today?"

"No…not many. Just a few, I shouldn't be home as late as I usually am but…we'll see." The young lady hiding on the stairs stifled a giggle as she heard the two speak to one another. Stepping out from her hiding space, she entered the main area of the building; a bar took up most of the area to the left with chairs and small tables sat in front of the counter and covered the rest of the available space. The two people who were talking turned to look at the person who had just came down the stairs. With long, almost-black tresses of her own, the female smiled and handed a glass of milk to the other female. "Well there you are, Amalia. I didn't think you were going to go for a run today."

The girl laughed. "Yeah I know, but I decided that it was ok to sleep in for once."

"Sleep in? You set your alarm to go off at seven. Would you count that as getting the chance to sleep in?"

"I would, considering I'm almost always up before that on a daily basis." The girl sat down on a barstool; the male stood next to the corner before deciding to take a seat as well. "Hey Tifa, you starting to make breakfast?"

Tifa laughed. "Of course, but all I have so far is toast." She grabbed a plate from behind that held a few already prepared pieces, all golden brown and crispy with a few that were already buttered and ready to eat.

"I'll take that!" She grabbed one and took a bite and grabbed another before she could even finish the first. The already melted butter melted some more in her mouth and she smiled in happiness.

"Ashe…" The girl turned to look at the male who was now sitting beside her, a piece of toast caught in her mouth; her wide, blue and green eyes staring at him. She radiated a loving heat on the inside at the nickname her brother had given her when they were younger. Cloud was one of two people who ever called her that and they were the only ones allowed to call her such a name and everyone knew that. "If you're going for a run, you need to eat more than toast."

Amalia smiled and swallowed the bite she had taken. Shrugging her shoulders she grabbed a third piece from the plate and laughed. "I'll be alright Cloud, you know how I am."

"Doesn't make it right on your body, Ashe."

"Touché, but would it make you feel better if I said I wasn't even hungry?"

Cloud's blue eyes turned in her direction as Tifa stood behind the counter, mesmerized by the sibling encounter that has happening in front of her eyes. "Then how come you're eating toast?"

Looking at the piece in her left hand and the other in her right she sighed. "Why do you have to be so technical?"

"Because I know you hate it." In reply to her brother's words, Amalia stuck her tongue out and mumbled to herself, continuing to shove pieces of toast into her watering mouth.

Still being ignored, Tifa stifled a laugh and the siblings turned their attention back to the bartender. "Do you two realize how cute you are right now?"

"Cute?" Both she and Cloud asked in unison.

"Yes! Don't you guys remember I grew up with you as children? I know how you two have always acted towards one another. But to see it now is priceless."

Cloud narrowed his eyes at her. "Priceless…alright, a word I never thought I'd choose. We're just being us and doing what we always have done."

"Exactly. But you, my dearest Cloud," Tifa leaned forward and pecked a kiss upon his cheek. "Will never understand."

"Oooooooo lala!" Blushing from the small intimate moment between her brother and Tifa – his girlfriend and he longtime friend – she swiveled in her barstool seat and laughed hysterically. "You two are so priceless!"

"Hey! Don't go stealing my word!"

"Sorry!" She smiled, flashing her teeth indicating she meant no harm. "But it was too good to pass up!"

"Yeah, yeah…" On the stove behind her, the meat Tifa had been grilling produced a sizzling sound which, as the seconds ticked on, grew louder until she had to turn her attention back to her cooking. "Damn it you two! You'll make me burn breakfast if I keep ignoring it!"

"We can't make you do anything, Tifa." Cloud responded nonchalantly. The bartender turned her head and stuck her tongue out of him before flipping the many sausages that were still cooking in the pan.

"Hey don't go stealing my sticking-out-tongue-action!"

"Sorry," Tifa winked in Amalia's direction." Too good to pass up."

Amalia finished the remaining slices of toast she had in her hands and stood from her seat. Leaning back, she stretched the too-tightened muscles, hoping to relieve them for her upcoming run. Cloud turned to her.

"Sure you don't want to eat?"

"Yes Cloud. If I eat it'll make me sick." She started to head towards the door then back-tracked her steps to her brother. "Oh yeah, did you need my help with any of the deliveries today?"

"No, I'll be fine for today. But I might need your help in a couple of days. A customer has several packages that need to be delivered to Kalm and I won't have enough room on Fenrir to deliver them."

"Sure, no problem! Give me a date and time and I'll be there!" Heading to the door once again, she held her hand on the doorknob. "Alright, I'm off! I've got my cell if you need anything!" With a click of the door shutting, Cloud turned his attention back to Tifa who had a plate of sizzling sausages in her hand. Placing the plate of the counter, she looked at Cloud.

"You're sister is something else, isn't she?"

"Ashe is Ashe (1); we wouldn't want her any other way."

"That's true."

"And we all love Amalia for being herself and not pretending to be someone she's not."

"You more above everybody else in the world."

Cloud's hand reached out towards the plate that had the toast on it and smiled when he was only able to grab one; his sister, who said she wasn't even hungry, ate the entire plate of buttered bread. Taking a bite of the last piece, he glanced up at Tifa. "I highly doubt that."

Tifa arched an eyebrow. "You think there is someone out there who loves your sister more than you?"

"You don't?"

The bartender shrugged. "Amalia just…doesn't seem like the person to be with another person."

It was Cloud's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Wanna bet?"

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Author's notes:

(1): This is the quote from Advent Children when Tifa is on the Shera and she says "Cloud is Cloud" as he is fighting Kadaj. I thought it would be funny if Cloud had applied it to his sister.

Woot, first chapter complete! So…? What did everybody think? Worth continuing? I have a few more chapters done that I'll be posting soon. But just a warning, I'm in the middle of my final semester of school and will try my hardest to update as often as I can; but please bear with me!

Comments and reviews are welcome and I would love to know what other people think of it so far. I t might seem weird that I haven't mentioned the name of Amalia's "man" even though it is in the summary for the story. Even though people will know who he is (again, I'm still not mentioning his name!) I was trying to go for an added affect for when the name is revealed later within the story – next chapter, maybe? You'll have to keep reading and find out! But, alas, that is all for now.

Chocobocolina – out! :3