Hello everyone! :D I'm Kairi and this is my little FFVII fic that I am
working on. The basic plot is that Aeris comes back and the whole gang goes
after some new threat to the Planet. I havent gotten too far, and none of
it has anything to do with the plot yet really, but just be patient and
tell me what you think, k? And if you dont like it dont just say "Ur fic
sucks!" tell me why, k? K!
Ch. 1 An Introduction: Memories of the Past
Lifestream. It is such a strange thing. It seems so gentle and beautiful when you first think about it--a river composed of the souls of everything that has ever died on the Planet, yet the source of life for everything that will ever be born. But although gentle, it is also powerful. About 500 years ago, the whole world watched in awe as the Lifestream swallowed Meteor, just as it was about to land on Midgar. If it was so powerful, however, why hadn't it been able to stop Meteor before Midgar was destroyed? The people of Earth have asked themselves this so many times, Barret more than any of them. His Marlene had been there, had been one of the thousands who died that day. But there is no answer to that question. The great floating city is gone, and that's all there is to it. It is nothing but ruins now, a pile of rubble, covered in jungle, where the greatest city on earth once stood. And it has made people wonder-- was it really Meteor that destroyed Midgar? Or was it possible that the Lifestream itself did it? No one really knows. Perhaps it did. One thing is for certain-- it is possible. The Lifestream has done many strange and inexplicable things. Stranger still, however, is the way the things Lifestream does can affect so many different people in so many different ways. But to tell about all those people would take an eternity. This story is only about one of the millions whose lives have been changed because of the Lifestream, one of them being Cloud Strife. After the destruction of Midgar, Cloud just put the past behind him. He knew he had to get on with his life, and there was no point in worrying about it anymore. He was tired of thinking about whether he was real or a clone or how just how he got here. He was alive now, and he was going to live his life the way he wanted, without thinking about the past at all. He went back to Nibelhiem with TIfa. She reopened her bar, the 7th Heaven, named for the one she once owned ion Midgar, and Cloud opened a weapon's shop. Often on days when there were few customers, he would close up early and go over to TIfa's bar to have a drink, or just sit and talk with her. He loved living in Nibelhiem, not that there was really anywhere else to go anyway. But it did bring back so many memories, only a handful of them good. And he didn't seem to know anymore which memories were real and which ones weren't. His mind would often wonder, despite his promise to himself, to thoughts of the past--of his childhood there in Nibelhiem, if it really was real, and of his journey with Tifa, Barret, and the others. And of Aeris. There were times when he missed her so much. He hadn't even known her that well. But why did she have to die? She had been the first to know about Meteor, and she had prayed to the planet for Holy, prayed for the only thing that could stop Meteor. And Cloud wondered-- Aeris had been an Ancient, the last remaining one, and she had been so close to the Planet. It had no doubt told her many things. It told her about Meteor didnt it? It had to. How else could she have known? Aeris knew so many things, and Cloud wondered--had Aeris known she was going to die? Had she known that she would have to sacrifice her own life to save the Planet? And still went to the City of Ancients to pray for Holy? Often Cloud thought that she probably had known. He remembered that day so clearly. It seemed that one scene would be burned into his mind forever. . .
Aeris, kneeling at the altar, so calm, so peaceful, her eyes closed. . . and smiling. She was smiling. Then Sephiroth, appearing behind her so suddenly. No time to do anything, no time to stop him. It was over before anyone could move. The horrific sight of that sword, the long, thin, cold steel of the Masamune, piercing her heart, tearing through her flesh, and emerging stained with blood, on the other side of her thin body. Aeris, lifting her bowed head and opening her eyes--those bright, beautiful, green eyes, shining the color of emeralds--and smiling. She was still smiling. Still smiling, though by now it was certain she must have known her fate.
But she knew before that. Yes, Cloud assured himslef, she had to have known. And those images, they played in his head, over and over and over again. He would never forget them--Sephiroth, pulling the blade back out, Holy falling, falling onto the altar, and bouncing off it, flying through the air for only a second, glimmering with a strange dim light, and landing gently in the pool below them dissappearing from sight beneath the water. Thn Aeris too was falling, falling forward onto the altar, her pink dress stained wiht blood, her brown hair spilling about her, and her beautiful green eyes once agian closed, never to open again. Cloud had thoguht about these things so many times, and often visions of Aeris haunted his dreams too--her bright green eyes staring at him, asking him "Why didnt you save me?" And though he appeared fine on the outside, there were times when he felt so guilty he could barely stand it, despite the fact that there really wasnt anything he could have done to save her. But he didnt think about that. Cloud really beleived that he surely could have done something he could have done to save her. But most of the time, Cloud could manage, somehow, to push these thoughts out of his mind, telling himself there was no use thinking about it--it was over, in the past. And when thoughts of Aeris left his mind, they would quickly be replaced with thoughts of Tifa--whether she felt the same way about him as he felt about her, and what exactly it was that he felt for her. Could it really be love? Or was it just friendship? He didnt really know. But the day that this story really started, Tifa was the farthest thing from Clouds mind. This one day, no matter what he did, he could not drive thoughts of Aeris from his mind. It was on that very day, a year before, that Aeris had died, and no matter how hard he tries, he could not forget it. So there he sat, in Tifa's bar, thinking about Aeris and that day a year ago, his guilty conscience bothering him worse than it ever had before, until Tifa, noticing that something was wrong, walked around from behind the bar and sat down beside him.
Ch. 1 An Introduction: Memories of the Past
Lifestream. It is such a strange thing. It seems so gentle and beautiful when you first think about it--a river composed of the souls of everything that has ever died on the Planet, yet the source of life for everything that will ever be born. But although gentle, it is also powerful. About 500 years ago, the whole world watched in awe as the Lifestream swallowed Meteor, just as it was about to land on Midgar. If it was so powerful, however, why hadn't it been able to stop Meteor before Midgar was destroyed? The people of Earth have asked themselves this so many times, Barret more than any of them. His Marlene had been there, had been one of the thousands who died that day. But there is no answer to that question. The great floating city is gone, and that's all there is to it. It is nothing but ruins now, a pile of rubble, covered in jungle, where the greatest city on earth once stood. And it has made people wonder-- was it really Meteor that destroyed Midgar? Or was it possible that the Lifestream itself did it? No one really knows. Perhaps it did. One thing is for certain-- it is possible. The Lifestream has done many strange and inexplicable things. Stranger still, however, is the way the things Lifestream does can affect so many different people in so many different ways. But to tell about all those people would take an eternity. This story is only about one of the millions whose lives have been changed because of the Lifestream, one of them being Cloud Strife. After the destruction of Midgar, Cloud just put the past behind him. He knew he had to get on with his life, and there was no point in worrying about it anymore. He was tired of thinking about whether he was real or a clone or how just how he got here. He was alive now, and he was going to live his life the way he wanted, without thinking about the past at all. He went back to Nibelhiem with TIfa. She reopened her bar, the 7th Heaven, named for the one she once owned ion Midgar, and Cloud opened a weapon's shop. Often on days when there were few customers, he would close up early and go over to TIfa's bar to have a drink, or just sit and talk with her. He loved living in Nibelhiem, not that there was really anywhere else to go anyway. But it did bring back so many memories, only a handful of them good. And he didn't seem to know anymore which memories were real and which ones weren't. His mind would often wonder, despite his promise to himself, to thoughts of the past--of his childhood there in Nibelhiem, if it really was real, and of his journey with Tifa, Barret, and the others. And of Aeris. There were times when he missed her so much. He hadn't even known her that well. But why did she have to die? She had been the first to know about Meteor, and she had prayed to the planet for Holy, prayed for the only thing that could stop Meteor. And Cloud wondered-- Aeris had been an Ancient, the last remaining one, and she had been so close to the Planet. It had no doubt told her many things. It told her about Meteor didnt it? It had to. How else could she have known? Aeris knew so many things, and Cloud wondered--had Aeris known she was going to die? Had she known that she would have to sacrifice her own life to save the Planet? And still went to the City of Ancients to pray for Holy? Often Cloud thought that she probably had known. He remembered that day so clearly. It seemed that one scene would be burned into his mind forever. . .
Aeris, kneeling at the altar, so calm, so peaceful, her eyes closed. . . and smiling. She was smiling. Then Sephiroth, appearing behind her so suddenly. No time to do anything, no time to stop him. It was over before anyone could move. The horrific sight of that sword, the long, thin, cold steel of the Masamune, piercing her heart, tearing through her flesh, and emerging stained with blood, on the other side of her thin body. Aeris, lifting her bowed head and opening her eyes--those bright, beautiful, green eyes, shining the color of emeralds--and smiling. She was still smiling. Still smiling, though by now it was certain she must have known her fate.
But she knew before that. Yes, Cloud assured himslef, she had to have known. And those images, they played in his head, over and over and over again. He would never forget them--Sephiroth, pulling the blade back out, Holy falling, falling onto the altar, and bouncing off it, flying through the air for only a second, glimmering with a strange dim light, and landing gently in the pool below them dissappearing from sight beneath the water. Thn Aeris too was falling, falling forward onto the altar, her pink dress stained wiht blood, her brown hair spilling about her, and her beautiful green eyes once agian closed, never to open again. Cloud had thoguht about these things so many times, and often visions of Aeris haunted his dreams too--her bright green eyes staring at him, asking him "Why didnt you save me?" And though he appeared fine on the outside, there were times when he felt so guilty he could barely stand it, despite the fact that there really wasnt anything he could have done to save her. But he didnt think about that. Cloud really beleived that he surely could have done something he could have done to save her. But most of the time, Cloud could manage, somehow, to push these thoughts out of his mind, telling himself there was no use thinking about it--it was over, in the past. And when thoughts of Aeris left his mind, they would quickly be replaced with thoughts of Tifa--whether she felt the same way about him as he felt about her, and what exactly it was that he felt for her. Could it really be love? Or was it just friendship? He didnt really know. But the day that this story really started, Tifa was the farthest thing from Clouds mind. This one day, no matter what he did, he could not drive thoughts of Aeris from his mind. It was on that very day, a year before, that Aeris had died, and no matter how hard he tries, he could not forget it. So there he sat, in Tifa's bar, thinking about Aeris and that day a year ago, his guilty conscience bothering him worse than it ever had before, until Tifa, noticing that something was wrong, walked around from behind the bar and sat down beside him.