Im back with chapter 2 !!!! Whoot, thanks to you all who reviewed glomps

Note: I have no spell check, i have to use the one on AOL which sucks, so my spelling might be a bit crap. Sorry for the long time updateing and stuff. School is evil.

Sephiroth: Im evil

But school is worst!!!

Sephiroth: Im eviliestest!!!!

Thats not a word!

Sephiroth: Shut up foolish mortal or ill get my mommy on to you.

oO okay!!! ON WITH THE FICT!!!

Sephiroth:: Wait a minute, why arnt i in this fict? Im the great Sephiroth!!!

-- read review, kill Sephiroth again!

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"HOW THE HELL DO I BUILD A HOUSE!!!!!" Cloud screamed to the mountain, if he was hoping for a reply he was sadly disappointed. Cloud sat in the middle of what seemed like a bomb site but was actual a lot of butchered tree branches. The tree behind him almost bare of its think arms, and the pocket knife in Clouds hand was blunt. The wood chipped and splintered and hacked to ruin. He fell back and let the soft grass caress him. He smiled at the sky, it was so peaceful here. No town for miles. Cloud knew he needed and axe and other building materials, it would probably be easier to hire a builder but Cloud was determined not to fail again. Like he had failed at so many things. But not this time. He set his mouth into a thin line of determination. He had plenty of gil and there must be a town somewhere. He couldn't sleep in that hammock much longer, bruises had started showing were the tree had punished him. He wished he had his gold chocobo, it would be very useful now. He looked at the landscape around him, recognising none of it from his journey, he doubted he would recognise any were he'd been on his journey. Places melted into each other and memories criss crossed into a complicated cross stitch pattern, mixing in an indescribable dance, till he couldn't even remember were it all had started. With The. flower girl? before? did it matter? He counted his gil and checked his sword . ... no Zax's. He felt....... strange using someone else's sword. Somehow felt wrong, as if he was snubbing the memory of his friend. He still couldn't fully remember Zax. Why he'd taken his sword, his life. Why had he become Zax? Was his life so bad? It might as well have been him who emptied round after round of poisonous bullets into Zaxs body. He shook his head. He needed the sword and Zax was dead. Life mattered. It was a gift, not to be wasted or thrown away. He shook of the sad felling that washed over him, he had a long walk. Might as well head off now. While the sun was still dancing its merry way across the sky.

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Cloud felt he'd been walking for miles, surely he'd reach the end of the Planet soon. He wondered which town was nearer, Wutai? Rocket Town? Nibelhemim? Cosmo Canyon? Gongaga? Junon? Any were but Kalm or Midgar, for that's were his friends would be for sure. His legs began to shake like jelly fish at the thought. He couldn't face them, not yet. He saw roofs and smoke crown the horizon, a town? He searched through his memory to give it a name. No not a town, it looked like a mass of tents, North Corel. He smiled. The perfect place. He walked into the place tentatively, he hoped no one would recognise him. But sunshine faces were everywhere, happy to be saved. They all greeted him with a friendly hello and then said no more. He walked up to one of the shops, the owner smiled.

"What can i do for you?"

"I need building materials." the shop owner nodded. And proceeded to go into a one side conversation filled with building jargon and words Cloud didn't understand. Telling Cloud what he would need for what and how much it would cost.

"I wanna build a house." Cloud said hopefuly, as if it would help him to understand. The shop owner laughed and piled Cloud down with wood, nails, hammer, saws, axes and everything else you could imagine. Cloud paid and then a though hit him like a run away train. How was he going to get all this back to his camp site.

"Want some help?" Cloud thought for a moment, he wanted to do this on his own, but all his determination would get him was a bad back and no shelter.

"Please." He helped load all the materials into a van and Cloud directed it as best he could. It was hard to recognise the area from the van but he soon found his tree. The materials were deposited and the van left. Now were to start? Walls and a floor, he guessed, and started to work.

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Tifa watched the silent town below. She lifted her face to the gentle breeze, it felt like gentle, soft hands caressing her cheeks, she closed her eyes, imagining the hand of one boy, pale skin like snow, and sea blue eyes. She turned her attention back to the town below, smiling. It was now lively and happy, fully of joyful sunshine. Everyone was happy. They had all stayed the night in Kalm and now Yuffie, Cid and Red XIII or Nanaki as he now ask them to call him were making preparations to go home. Vincent having no home decided to stay in Kalm a little longer. Barret also stayed, Tifa had no choice. They all knew now what happened to Cloud, and all understood. She had been surprised, but none of them had shouted or gone looking for him. She was glad. She wondered how Clouds first night alone had been, did he have his sword with him? Could he find shelter? Was he ok? had he landed safely? She hoped he was ok and that he'd come back soon. She wanted to go looking for him, but she knew he would be mad at her if she went and found him. Cloud wasn't the only one who needed to clear their head, she needed to be alone. The chocobo ranch was near by. Their gold, black, green and blue chocobos were there so she decided to go visit them. She packed a small lunch and left.

It was quiet, the soft feather were like a warm embrace. Not greedy or selfish and expecting nothing in return. She nestled more into the warmth of the bird.

"Wark?" she laugh at it puzzled look.

"I'm ok." She smiled, the chocobo was hers, and hers alone. After getting the gold chocobo Cloud had give her the green bird, because she has though it to be so beautiful. She guess now all the chocobos were in her care. The gold chocobo stopped around in it stall angry at being cadged. The blue one slept peacefully in the warm sun rays. She felt the straw scratching her legs but she didn't care. SHe watched the gold chocobo.

"You miss him?" the chocobo gave a surprised look at being addressed, then gave a loud and angry "WARK!" it kicked the door in it anger at being denied its freedom.

"You hate being stuck here, huh? You should be free." She was now standing in front of its stall, hand hovering above the latch on the door. "Free, go find him." She threw open the door and was almost trampled as the bird made its brake for freedom. She watched it leave, turning into a small gold spot, then fadeing into nothing.

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"AAARRRGH!!!!!" and angry roar like a caged beast eccoed through the green glowing walls. Long hair waving around like a cape. Eyes narrowed. Anger. Hate.

"Stop screaming, youre acting like a child!" the voice was soft and gentle with an air of anoyance put in for good mesure. The dark eyes turned to beight pure green ones. Softened slightly.

"Dont hate him, he didnt mean to....."

"Shut it, i dont want to hear it!" the dark eyed man stalked away and the pure green eyed shoke her head.

"So much hate, for what?" she looked at what the man had been looking at, the only think the man seemed to look at. A small whilpool, and image of a younge blonde. She touched the surface gently, tears came to her eyes, they sparkled and a strangled sob escaped her lips.

"Cloud."

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Cloud almost fell over as something jumped at him grabbing his hair, he saw a glint of gold and realised it was his chocobo. He didn't realise till then how much he really missed the bird. He smiled at it started to attack his hair with a happy vigour.

"..... chocobo head...." the word floated through the memories and from the past like a ghost rising through a veil of smoke. It was said in a kind jokey way and always followed by a laugh. He smiled. This was something from his past, he knew it. This was his memory. His memory. He smiled at remembering something and was spurred more to find out more about his past. To find out who he was, and who he is.

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A glint of steel, moolight the only hope. Shadows. Hiden. Who? Cloud felt a cold sweat of horror grip him. The dream again. The feeling of someone thinking of him, hateing him. Wanting to kill him. Sephiroth? No. This wasnt Sephiroth. The real Sepiroth had died long ago. This person, was someone diffrent, someone he knew, but who? and why?

Sephiroth: Why arnt i i this fict!!??

Review please!!Dont leave me alone with him! eyes Sepiroth cautiously. Hes up to something i know it!