The house was quiet, as the sun slowly set. The two residents of the house could be found in their rooms, as far from each other as possible. Aerith was in Tifa's room, looking franticly for something a little less revealing to wear. Her face broke out into a large grin when she came across a normal baby-blue sweater. She pulled it off the hanger and slipped it over her head still grinning. Aerith turned to the mirror and her smile slowly slipped from her face.

"Why is this happening to me," she questioned the quiet room. Her only answer was silence.

Meanwhile in another room down the hall Sephiroth was sprawled out on Cloud's bed. Rarely did he, the great Sephiroth, sprawl. The fascination of his new development had worn off and now he was simply bored. The closet was slightly open and something was reflecting the light sitting on the bedside table. For once in his life he was glad he didn't have to share a bed with a woman.

Curiosity overtook him and he eased off the bed with as little noise as possible. He crossed the bedroom floor and slowly slid open the door. Sitting in the closet was Cloud's sword. The very sword that took my life. He reached out and grasped the handle. He swung it around with ease, Cloud's body use to the weight of the large Ultima Weapon.

"Intriguing," he said, his boredom disappearing completely.

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Tifa Lockhart slowly opened her eyes and swiftly shut them again. Something is wrong she realized when she discovered the ground under her back was not her living room floor. Finally, with great effort, she opened her eyes and kept them open. Not to her great surprise her surroundings were not those of the house she shared with Cloud in Kalm.

"Where am I?" Were the first words out of her mouth.

"The Promised Land," a bunny said hopping by.

Talking bunnies Tifa thought, could it get any worse? She looked down and found out that it could get worse. Her normally curvy body was gone. Her white tank top and black skirt were replaced by a dress of pure pink. Why was the dress so familiar to her? Realization hit her like a ton of bricks dropped from a hill on her head.

"I'm in the lifestream," she stated. "In Aerith's body."

"Is something wrong," the bunny asked hopping up and down on it's small hind legs at her feet.

"There won't be a problem if you just hop that little furry ass of yours away from me," she stated, the words sounded so odd coming from Aerith Gainsborough's mouth. The bunny hopped away with such speed it amazed her.

Tifa stood up and looked at her surroundings. As far as the eye could see there were flowers. All sorts of flowers, flowers Tifa didn't even know existed. One could go crazy here. She began to walk through the field of flowers towards what appeared to be a house.

"So what do you think is happening Cloud?"

Tifa continued to walk, waiting patiently for Cloud to answer. When his answer didn't come she began to grow suspicious. She searched around the vast field of flowers searching for him.

"Cloud!"

She ran through the path of fields, not caring that she was crushing half of the flowers. She ran faster, continuing to call out his name. She searched desperately, her vision began to blur with tears.

"Answer me!" She brushed tears from her eyes. "CLOUD!" Her scream could be heard throughout Aerith's Promised Land and her personal hell.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Cloud Strife's body felt light, as though it was floating through the air. His head was pounding and there was an eerie sound coming from nearby. He opened his eyes and gasped loudly. All around him were dark, bitter pictures of hell.

"Nibelhiem," Cloud muttered as a very familiar scene flashed before his eyes. The fire even included the screams of the citizens. He saw people fall for windows, their bodies engulfed in flames. The fire disappeared and was replaced by the Mako reactor.

He was forced to watch Sephiroth cut through Tifa's father like paper. Mr. Lockhart's blood splattered the ground and Sephiroth calmly walked on. The scene blinked out to that of Tifa and Sephiroth struggling over possession to the Masamune. Sephiroth won and raised the sword high.

"NO!"

Cloud realized that his screams could not be heard. Sephiroth swung the Masamune and it cut a path across Tifa's chest and stomach. The force of the blow sent Tifa plummeting down the stairs. Blood arched through the air, after her airborne body. She hit a first set of stairs and then another. Until, finally, she lay still.

"Tifa," he moaned unable to bring himself to do much else. The picture blinked out and Cloud forced his eyes shut. But the pictures continued, even though his eyes were closed.

Cloud recognized the familiar setting of the Forgotten City. I don't want to see this! But hell paid him no mind.

Aerith, kneeling, was praying for Holy, the savior of the planet. He could see himself watching the praying Ancient. He was then forced to relive his worst nightmare.

Sephiroth plummeted from the ceiling, his Masamune poised, ready to strike. Cloud's screams of rage filled his mind but still hell continued. The sword slammed into Aerith's body and cut through her. The look on Aerith's face was one he had seen countless times. Sephiroth pulled the Masamune from Aerith's body, a small smile played on his lips. The Masamune came out blood stained, taking Aerith's life from her body.

The picture finally blinked out and was replaced with one Cloud had never witnessed before. A field of wildflowers, as far as the eye could see. Cloud felt his rage slipping, the picture was one he didn't need to fear. Then he saw her, Tifa, standing in the field waving to him with a large smile. He tried to raise his arm to wave back to her but found it impossible.

Fear raced through him again when he saw the shadowy figure standing to Tifa's right shoulder. Sephiroth raised his Masamune and gave Cloud a nasty wink. He swung his mighty sword wide. Tifa's head was cut from its body, blood sprayed Sephiroth who was now smiling. Tifa's head floated to the ground, her long beautiful hair flying behind the severed head. The severed head hit the ground, a smile still on those dead lips. Sephiroth's harsh laughter filled his ears.

"TIFA!!!!!"

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Tifa trudged through the fields, occasionally a sob would escape her lips but other than that she was quiet. She had deposited the jacket that went with the dress a few hours ago, in her search for Cloud.

"Never did like that jacket," Tifa mused.

She had run for what seemed like hours with no sign of Cloud. She had given up when the sun had begun to set. She had decided to head back to the house she had seen earlier. The talkative bunny's followed her, but they kept a good distance away from her. She reached the house finally. If the walls are pink I'm going to scream she thought pushing the door open.

"Thank heaven," she whispered when she saw the walls where a normal shade of white. She kicked the door closed and tossed the jacked on a chair. Her stomach growled in protest when she thought it would be just best to get some rest.

"Fine, fine," she said whipping up something for her to eat. She ate in silence, listening to crickets that sat just outside the window. Once the food was gone, yawns overtook her. She slipped into the bedroom and out of the pink dress. She crawled into bed wrapping the blankets around her body.

"I hope wherever you are Cloud, it's not as bad as having bunny's talk to you," she whispered before falling asleep.

How wrong she was.