A\N: Yes, its finally here. A sequel to "Plea From The Darkness", but not the one I hinted at in the epilogue. That, is yet ANOTHER sequel. *Dodges multiple pointy objects*

Also, if you haven't read "Plea From The Darkness", then you will understand VERY little of what's happening here.



Chapter I: Beginning of a new beginning.





Aeris Smiled.

Yes, she was very much still dead, but her memory lingered, and therefore so did a part of her soul. This was the part that Yuffie had met three months ago, while on her quest to save Vincent, who had been killed by the fierce remains of an ancient demon. This was the part that would aid Cloud in his new adventure, one that would surely take him across the world.

Yes, Aeris smiled with her spectral lips.

THIS would be a fun adventure. And no-one would need to get stabbed this time...

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Cloud flopped down wearily on the couch in living room, as he always did after keeping an eye on a very drunk Cid and Barret. They had tried everything that could possibly enter the mind of a drunken man, including trying to create world peace. Cloud had just stopped them as they went to the phone, to call up lord Godo, Red XIII and Reeve to make a meeting. Red and Reeve would laugh, but Godo would be pissed at them.

Cloud and the others hadn't heard from Vincent or Yuffie since the incident at the mansion, and Jarred had disappeared from the world's eye after the incident as well. Everyone suspected he was off somewhere causing havoc, but since no-one had complained about any black-skinned people blowing things up left and right, so they could only hope he was scheming some evil plot.

Seph X had also disappeared, which was weird considering he had grown somewhat attached to his followers, Jarred, and the AVALANCHE. There was much speculation as to where he could have gone, but they agreed he was probably just restoring himself. He had become very battle worn from his fights with mechanic demons.

It had been a month since the incident with Mech-Head and his hoard of mechanic soldiers, and everyone was eager to forget the demons cruel time upon this plane of existence. No-one really had enjoyed having to fight again, especially against Mech-Head.

Cloud sighed. Things always get worse after the job gets done, as his recent adventure had proven. He was glad it was all over. He could sleep again without wondering if the building he was sleeping in was going to be destroyed by a rampaging demon.

The LoS riders had become the private guards of Reeve, alongside the Turks. Together, they made a force to be reckoned with. Things went at a very slow pace since then, something Cloud was infinitely appreciative of.

But, unfortunately, the hero has no rest, as he is about to find out to his great dismay.

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Jarred Rath liked sun bathing. It gave him a nice, warm feeling all over. Best of all, he couldn't suffer from a sun-burn, so he let his days go on and on, listening to the sounds of the ocean, and working on his non- existent tan.

Jarred Rath liked his islands. They were a nice, small group of islands that had formerly belonged to Wutai, but Jarred had reasoned (With a VERY mean look on his face) that they would be better off in his hands. I mean, why wouldn't anybody trust him with a few random islands?

Most of all, Jarred liked blowing up boats that tried to get on his island. It was his version of fishing. He waited by the shore, waiting for an eager group of tourists to be enticed by the idea of going to the Nation Of Half- Breeds. (That's what he called his islands.) Of course, he gave them fair warning. After that the boat became fireworks. And for those that DID manage to get onto his island, there was a nice little sign on each island with the words 'please write your name here and I'll hunt you down and kill you.'

There was a surprising amount of people who wrote their name. Of course, Jarred merely put and x over their names to make it look like he had killed them.

Today, he was sun bathing, with his black skin glistening darkly in the morning sun. It was an easy life he led, far away from humans and their questioning glances, fearful glares, hateful looks. Sometimes he wondered if they were truly a race worth keeping. Could the planet have been drunk out of its mind when it decided to keep them? Naw. Maybe it was just plain stupid. . .

Oh well. Back to sun-bathing.

Slowly, his attention was taken in by the sound of sobbing. His keen hearing soon located the sound. He leapt to his feet, hastily pulling clothes on. (No mere human would have the pleasure of seeing him half- nude!) He rounded the bound of the silky beach in search of the intruder.

After a moment he saw what was crying. A small child, looking lost and forlorn, on her knees crying. Thin rags covered the child's body, which must have been scorching her skin by now in this heat.

"What are you doing here, child?" He asked with pure sympathy. He couldn't bear to see a child in need, not after the scars that had been left on his past. No child deserved to weep.

The crying stopped. The child's head slowly, and Jared got a good glance at the child's face.

And he gasped.

The child's skin was dark grey, like his, with red eyes!

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The northlands are a harsh place. Even more so if you happen to be a machine with a nasty scar running down your face. You run the constant risk of freezing to death. But if you're a machine, you also run the risk getting water inside your circuitry and malfunctioning your way into a terrible death. These were the hazards of Seph X, the only mechanic Sephiroth clone on the face of the world.

His black eyes peered through the thick cloak at the white mass that was the snowstorm around.

"I hate snow." He muttered. "Why didn't I learn my lesson in Midgar, Eh?"

He plodded on, back to cave near Gaea's peak.

"Who's idea was it to move up here anyway? I'll be damned if *I* made such a foolish decision. I bet it was Cloud, that sneaky bastard. Trying to off me. He's paranoid, I swear."

During his long, long, LONG time of being alone, he had begun to miss his living friends. But, being a Sephiroth clone he couldn't allow himself to admit that. Altogether he searched frantically for a reason to return, and greet his friends. It was funny, really. Machines didn't feel, but he wished he could be with the others.

He wondered why. This was definitely a question worth pondering.

Oh well.

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Vincent Valentine was, among other things, terribly afraid. He had survived mental fights with demons, been raised form the dead, suffered extreme pain, but he had never, EVER, seen a woman six months along the way with his twins. It was a sobering thought, which made him shiver all over, even to the tips of his black wings. Scary things happened when his wife, Yuffie Valentine, summoned him. Scary things indeed. He could hardly wait until those two little hellions inside her got out, so he would have the woman he fell in love with back, not this scary woman who had replaced her.

"Vinnie!" Yuffie called from their room. 'Vinnie' in question shivered.

"Coming dear!" He replied sweetly, for his manners would allow him nothing else. (Although he wished they would all just curl up and die!)

He reluctantly waked up the mansions massive staircase and into their room, to see Yuffie waiting behind the door, lying in wait to scare him.

And scare him she did. Vincent fell the fell in his hasty retreat from the room. Yuffie cackled evilly.

"Oh, Vinny! If I didn't know better I'd say you're terrified of me." She said sweetly.

Vincent pushed himself up.

"Who said I wasn't?" He countered.

Yuffie grabbed a pillow and whopped him soundly over the head.

"That's what you get for snide remarks like that!"

Vincent retreated from the room.

"Vinny! Come back!"

Vincent did come back, and was whopped on the head again.

"Don't leave me again!" She pouted.

Vincent smiled his dazzling smile. "I wouldn't dream of it, dear."







Yeah, Its short, but who care, really? Its here atleast!