Note: reviews plz, they're nice :) also, someone asked, is this a Yuffitine. don't know. I like yuffitines an' all, but the guy is eleven or so years older than her and he's undead, jus' seems spooky if ya ask me.

The lights were out but Cloud was alert. He couldn't get to sleep, in fact, he didn't want to sleep. Cloud didn't want to have that nightmare again. He felt that if he had the nightmare one more time it would be more detailed, vivid, he already hated the thought.

Why was he having these, why was it that every time he had the dream it got more realistic. Clouds thoughts wandered, was it to do with the weather, were they going back to hells gates just because one person was tormented by these horrendous images.

What annoyed him the most was that he had no clue what the dream meant. Who was the man with the cloak, why did he shoot at him, and why was there blood on his blade. Why could he not control himself when he knew he was about to get shot.

Cloud leaned back on his stool as he swirled a drink in his hand, he was worried about misleading the group.

Cloud looked down at his glass, he wasn't a big drinker, but he thought that he could do with a heavy drink tonight. His head started to throb; he got up and stared around the room.

Everyone was asleep and he wasn't going to start bothering them, they were about to embark on another journey and they needed their sleep. Cloud slowly walked towards the door, making sure he didn't wake anyone up, everyone was fast asleep anyway.

He opened the door making sure that it didn't disturb the others. The stars were like tiny crystals, shimmering in the distance, explosions of such devastation would make a people on a planet trillions of miles away so happy,

The sky was a marine blue and Cloud could hear the trains in Midgar as they left the slums. He went to the edge of the town that was parallel to the beach and sat on the only bench. Cloud liked the night air, it always seemed fresher when it was dark. He sat and looked at the waves as the crashed against the rocks.

He liked to see the waves collide with the cliffs. Cloud always viewed the waves as a plucky spirited army fight towards an undefeatable foe. That the legion would not give up, even though all their attempts looked like they were in vain. Till the cliff erodes away and gives into the mass that was its downfall.

Cloud heard a slight dull sound as someone sat beside him. But Cloud didn't look, he was still lost in the waves.

A hand gripped itself around his which caused Cloud to look over.

"hey" Tifa whispered as she looked in his eyes. Cloud smiled at her, then turned his head back to the waves.

"hey" Cloud replied, feeling a little more easy. "What are you doing up?"

"I heard you leave so I came to see were you were going."

"Thanks" Cloud said. He always liked it when Tifa did things like this, it cheered him up. "Did I wake you up"

"No, no" she said, moving closer to him and resting her head on his shoulder. "I was already up."

Cloud knew she was lying, but he was still grateful for her being there. He let go of her hand and put his arm round her, pulling her in.

"Why are you out here anyway?" she muttered, eyes closed and half asleep.

"I can't sleep" he replied, looking at her, he didn't know why she came out, he could only assume that she wanted to be around him. A grin cam to his face as he remembered the night he was with her at the crater.

"hmm." she forced out, before she fell asleep.

"Goodnight." He said as he moved a lock of hair from her face and kissed her on the forehead.

He pulled her on his lap and rested her in his arms like he would a baby. The sound of a train whistle in the background rumbled through the night.

He looked up at the sky to see the stars again, infinitesimal in size but infinite in beauty. He looked down at Tifa again, cradled in his arms, and he couldn't think of a more perfect night.

His eyes wandered back to the battalion forcing its might to the cliff. The mist as it rose from the war, like the blood of the defeated, like crystals of azure tossed in the air.

When the sun started to rise he headed back to the bar, Tifa in his embrace.

He brought her back up to her room, he wasn't sure if he should go in, she never invited him in, but he didn't want to wake her up. Making sure he had a grip on her he opened the door and walked in, looked around swiftly and set her on her bed. He kissed her on her forehead again and turned to walk away.

"Cloud?" he heard as he turned.

"Yeah." He replied, rotating to look at her.

"Don't leave, stay here. Lie down with me, please." She said looking up at him, her auburn eyes twinkled like the stars he stared at, longing to touch. It would have been difficult for him to resist, if he tried.

"Ok," he said, slightly uneasy. "It's nearly morning now anyway." He said as he slipped over to her side.

"You can lie under the blanket, if you want, we're both dressed." she said, eyes glazed over as she looked at him.

"Ok" he replied, setting the blanket over him. She moved her body so that she was flat up beside him, her arms wrapped round his neck, her head resting up at his.

Cloud simply put one arm round her as he looked up at the ceiling. He didn't know how to feel, she was beautiful, she could do better than him. He could feel her tender skin up at his and knew that she was asleep again. Her gently breath against his neck made him feel soft. He slowly fell asleep to her rhythm of her respiration.