Cloud omake… Hearken to the white Angel
I know where to find her
She's in the Promised Land.
Lets go see her.
Cloud sits on the steps of coliseum, his wing unfurled, trailing black feathers across the sand. " Said I'd find her no matter what… and now I'm helpless… stuck in a never ending sea of darkness…" He angrily digs the tip of his sword into the dirt. "I wish I had never made that deal with Sephiroth."
Come into the darkness with me,
I can give you the power to find her
I can take you to the Promised Land
…if you will serve me…
Sora stands behind the one winged man, his Keyblade slung over his left shoulder. The slightly smug look on his face suggested that he had just won a big match. "Hey Cloud… What ya doing?"
Cloud looks up at the smiling boy, his eyes still deep in thought. "Just thinking…"
Sora hunches over, letting his elbows rest on the top of his knees. "That doesn't seem like you. You seem like the type of person who thinks better on his feet. You should enter the platinum round. That guys a real challenge." Sora stands quickly and wanders over to the world exit along with Donald and Goofy. Before leaving Sora turns to Cloud flashing a peace sign and disappears through the door.
"The kid's right." Cloud shakes his head solemnly. "This isn't like me"
Come
Cloud opens the door to the coliseum, greeting Phil with his usual fierce glare. "The kid said the platinum round is more my style." Phil reluctantly backs away to let Cloud pass.
Cloud, enters the Coliseum Arena, a dark wind blows across his blonde spikes, he feels that something from the Darkness is coming. He stops in the center of the stadium, his eyes shifting from side to side, to spot the source. A feather drops lightly on the ground. Footsteps echo against the stone walls. Could turns to see Sephiroth approaching with a wicked little smile across his face. They face each other, sizing each other for the inevitable battle.
"So we finally meet again… Sephiroth…"
"I was searching for you"
"Although my existence is limited, I can still feel you in the depths of my own nightmare... The darkness that existed in front of my own eyes"
Sephiroth extends his hand, his platinum hair swaying softly in the light breeze. "I was the one who invited you to the darkness. Taking away all the Light, you realized that there is no path of yours but darkness that awaits for you"
Cloud and Sephiroth draw their swords. They were poise themselves for battle, the earth shakes, the atmosphere weighs heavy on the two fighters as they circle each other.
The two charge forward, Metal against metal clashed and rings though the now darkened sky. They move back and charge forward once again. Cloud turns his body, shifting his height to block Sephiroth's attack. Attack after attack, blow after blow, each were deflected with great skill and strength. Cloud flies forward, his sword poised to kill. He skids to a stop as Sephiroth teleports out of harms way and into the air. Cloud looks up charges towards Sephiroth. Their swords clash, glinting in the fading light. A flash pf light fills the air, both fighters look to the sky. The sky shimmers with little flecks of stars, each going back to their original place. The coliseum glows and unnatural gold. The two fighters stand facing each other, both watching the other dissolve and disappear into the sky.
"It's the re-birth." Sephiroth grins widely, sheathing his sword. "We may not get to finish this fight… but at least I get the satisfaction of knowing I won't be alone in hell."
Cloud sheaths his sword and watches the last of Sephiroth disappear. He stands there utterly alone in the world now, a soft echo streams from his lips just as the rest of him disappears.
Aerith…
And then the world turns black.
Come
Your not suited for the darkness
Hearken to my voice
Come
Cloud looks up from the center of a pitch-black room. From his position on the ground he can see a pale white spec of light against the endless sea of black.
Cloud…
Can you see it?
"Yes…"
…That light…
It's yours
Grasp it… Take it
Cloud reaches up with his clawed hand, surprised to find a hand reaching out for him. He grasps the hand, squinting his eyes from her bright aura. The girl smiles faintly, her words echoing endlessly in his mind.
The Promised Land…
All you must do is wish for it with your whole being
She kisses him lightly on the cheek, folding her satin-like white wings about him.
"I do…"
* * * * *
"Well what do we have here?" Cid sits hunched over the semi conscious Cloud, an unlit cigarette handing loosely from his lips. "It seems the prodigal son has returned."
Cloud shifts uncomfortably on the front stairs of Hollow Bastion, letting his eyes adjust to the new light. He sits up, grasping his head.
"Ya look like ya've been through hell. Lets get ya inside." Cid offers his hand to Cloud. Cloud scowls at the sentiment but takes his hand anyways. Cid pulls this arm around his neck to help support Cloud's staggering steps. "Lets take you to the library… I'm sure the girls'll know how to take care of ya." Cid drags the man through the halls of Hollow Bastion, when they reach the Library doors Cid releases his arm to open the door. "Ladies… I have someone here who needs some help." He gestures towards Cloud who is having troubles standing up.
Aerith looks up from her book and turns with a smile. "Bring him…" Aerith's eyes widen in surprise as Cloud brushes past Cid and stops in front of her.
"Aerith?… I made it back to you. I never thought I would. I had been trapped in the darkness so long; I had almost forgotten why I was here. But you… You saved me. You called to me just as the darkness swallowed me whole." Cloud wraps his arms around Aerith's shoulders, pulling her close to his chest. " I want to…" Aerith puts a finger to Cloud's lips silencing him mid sentence.
"Save your strength. We'll talk later. Lets get you to bed."
Cloud wakes up to find Aerith folding his newly washed worn and tattered scarf across the nearby nightstand. In his dreamy haze he could see the outline of silvery white wings. He sits up, rubbing the rest of sleep from his eyes. "You never let me finish back there."
Aerith turns a smile to the blonde man. "Oh?"
"I just wanted to say… Thanks…"
Aerith walks to Cloud, placing a hand on each of his cheeks. "I never gave up on you… I only wish I had found you before you had to suffer so much." Her face tilts slightly as her lips press against his.
I will find her… in the Promised Land… I don't care what it takes…I love her.
I know where to find her
She's in the Promised Land.
Lets go see her.
Cloud sits on the steps of coliseum, his wing unfurled, trailing black feathers across the sand. " Said I'd find her no matter what… and now I'm helpless… stuck in a never ending sea of darkness…" He angrily digs the tip of his sword into the dirt. "I wish I had never made that deal with Sephiroth."
Come into the darkness with me,
I can give you the power to find her
I can take you to the Promised Land
…if you will serve me…
Sora stands behind the one winged man, his Keyblade slung over his left shoulder. The slightly smug look on his face suggested that he had just won a big match. "Hey Cloud… What ya doing?"
Cloud looks up at the smiling boy, his eyes still deep in thought. "Just thinking…"
Sora hunches over, letting his elbows rest on the top of his knees. "That doesn't seem like you. You seem like the type of person who thinks better on his feet. You should enter the platinum round. That guys a real challenge." Sora stands quickly and wanders over to the world exit along with Donald and Goofy. Before leaving Sora turns to Cloud flashing a peace sign and disappears through the door.
"The kid's right." Cloud shakes his head solemnly. "This isn't like me"
Come
Cloud opens the door to the coliseum, greeting Phil with his usual fierce glare. "The kid said the platinum round is more my style." Phil reluctantly backs away to let Cloud pass.
Cloud, enters the Coliseum Arena, a dark wind blows across his blonde spikes, he feels that something from the Darkness is coming. He stops in the center of the stadium, his eyes shifting from side to side, to spot the source. A feather drops lightly on the ground. Footsteps echo against the stone walls. Could turns to see Sephiroth approaching with a wicked little smile across his face. They face each other, sizing each other for the inevitable battle.
"So we finally meet again… Sephiroth…"
"I was searching for you"
"Although my existence is limited, I can still feel you in the depths of my own nightmare... The darkness that existed in front of my own eyes"
Sephiroth extends his hand, his platinum hair swaying softly in the light breeze. "I was the one who invited you to the darkness. Taking away all the Light, you realized that there is no path of yours but darkness that awaits for you"
Cloud and Sephiroth draw their swords. They were poise themselves for battle, the earth shakes, the atmosphere weighs heavy on the two fighters as they circle each other.
The two charge forward, Metal against metal clashed and rings though the now darkened sky. They move back and charge forward once again. Cloud turns his body, shifting his height to block Sephiroth's attack. Attack after attack, blow after blow, each were deflected with great skill and strength. Cloud flies forward, his sword poised to kill. He skids to a stop as Sephiroth teleports out of harms way and into the air. Cloud looks up charges towards Sephiroth. Their swords clash, glinting in the fading light. A flash pf light fills the air, both fighters look to the sky. The sky shimmers with little flecks of stars, each going back to their original place. The coliseum glows and unnatural gold. The two fighters stand facing each other, both watching the other dissolve and disappear into the sky.
"It's the re-birth." Sephiroth grins widely, sheathing his sword. "We may not get to finish this fight… but at least I get the satisfaction of knowing I won't be alone in hell."
Cloud sheaths his sword and watches the last of Sephiroth disappear. He stands there utterly alone in the world now, a soft echo streams from his lips just as the rest of him disappears.
Aerith…
And then the world turns black.
Come
Your not suited for the darkness
Hearken to my voice
Come
Cloud looks up from the center of a pitch-black room. From his position on the ground he can see a pale white spec of light against the endless sea of black.
Cloud…
Can you see it?
"Yes…"
…That light…
It's yours
Grasp it… Take it
Cloud reaches up with his clawed hand, surprised to find a hand reaching out for him. He grasps the hand, squinting his eyes from her bright aura. The girl smiles faintly, her words echoing endlessly in his mind.
The Promised Land…
All you must do is wish for it with your whole being
She kisses him lightly on the cheek, folding her satin-like white wings about him.
"I do…"
"Well what do we have here?" Cid sits hunched over the semi conscious Cloud, an unlit cigarette handing loosely from his lips. "It seems the prodigal son has returned."
Cloud shifts uncomfortably on the front stairs of Hollow Bastion, letting his eyes adjust to the new light. He sits up, grasping his head.
"Ya look like ya've been through hell. Lets get ya inside." Cid offers his hand to Cloud. Cloud scowls at the sentiment but takes his hand anyways. Cid pulls this arm around his neck to help support Cloud's staggering steps. "Lets take you to the library… I'm sure the girls'll know how to take care of ya." Cid drags the man through the halls of Hollow Bastion, when they reach the Library doors Cid releases his arm to open the door. "Ladies… I have someone here who needs some help." He gestures towards Cloud who is having troubles standing up.
Aerith looks up from her book and turns with a smile. "Bring him…" Aerith's eyes widen in surprise as Cloud brushes past Cid and stops in front of her.
"Aerith?… I made it back to you. I never thought I would. I had been trapped in the darkness so long; I had almost forgotten why I was here. But you… You saved me. You called to me just as the darkness swallowed me whole." Cloud wraps his arms around Aerith's shoulders, pulling her close to his chest. " I want to…" Aerith puts a finger to Cloud's lips silencing him mid sentence.
"Save your strength. We'll talk later. Lets get you to bed."
Cloud wakes up to find Aerith folding his newly washed worn and tattered scarf across the nearby nightstand. In his dreamy haze he could see the outline of silvery white wings. He sits up, rubbing the rest of sleep from his eyes. "You never let me finish back there."
Aerith turns a smile to the blonde man. "Oh?"
"I just wanted to say… Thanks…"
Aerith walks to Cloud, placing a hand on each of his cheeks. "I never gave up on you… I only wish I had found you before you had to suffer so much." Her face tilts slightly as her lips press against his.
I will find her… in the Promised Land… I don't care what it takes…I love her.