Note: too short, I made it longer…I think
It was dusk, he had been up for a while, the fire left the logs snickering and snapping. Why did he get up? He being Cloud Strife, wait-was he Cloud? Or was he just a puppet like he had been told? He had found it; he was neither, not the liar's clone, or a fake experiment. No, he wasn't Cloud anymore, he no longer knew who he was. He was no worse then Sephiroth; if he couldn't have let Sephiroth kill Aeris, he was standing right there! Cloud couldn't stand it anymore. It was three months since that day and he still couldn't get over it.
'What is wrong with me?' Cloud thought, 'Why can't I let it go, still thinking about that day?' Cloud got up and grabbed his buster sword. 'I don't think it was a friendship, it was more.' He said looking out at a world he saved, but not alone. He wasn't strong enough; if he was he could have saved another innocent life. He couldn't live with himself.
Tifa was cleaning a mug at the bar down in sector 7, it had to be repaired but it was back in business, Cloud stepped in, "Overflowing Tifa." Cloud said. Tifa looked at Cloud, "you seem frustrated, what's wrong?" Tifa asked curiously. "I wish I could see her smile, laugh like she did back on the rooftops, what have I done?" Cloud asked yet stated. Tifa was rather perky earlier, but this had to darken her day, 'why do I put up with this?' she thought, 'he's too depressed to ask anything of him…' Cloud looked at Tifa, Tifa looked at Cloud." Where's the happy Cloud? You saved the world!" Tifa asked, like a therapist, Cloud stared down at the floor, "he's not dead…I can feel it." Cloud said. Tifa gasped. "Then you are correct my adversary, you are correct." A familiar voice said.
Barret was sitting back watching the people walk along the sidewalk without a care in the world…then he heard a bottle smash. "What's the matter wit' the bashed booze- S-s-s-ephiroth!" Barret asked, Tifa was kneeling, clearly injured, and the one winged angel was holding Cloud by the neck. "You know," Cloud spat some blood at Sephiroth, "You sword is a tad too sharp…I don't like it in my face." Sephiroth stared at Cloud, "You can't kill me, it's not as if you are strong enough." Sephiroth replied, "and I suppose you think that's…funny?" Sephiroth being the inquisitor, Cloud's eyes narrowed, Sephiroth's eyes widened.
Cloud reeled his leg upward straight into Sephiroth's face.
"Tifa you all right?" Barret asked, "I don' know what's going on out there, but I sure don' like it." Tifa nodded and got back up, "Why can't we ever have a single non-interesting plain old boring day?" Tifa replied.
Cloud took out his buster sword and hacked at Sephiroth, but was blocked by the Masamune.
"Come, Cloud you can't hope to defeat me." Sephiroth gloated, "You have become soft…as many do when someone like me passes you by."
Cloud casted fire, catching Sephiroth's cloak on fire "Why can't I hit you?" he yelled. Sephiroth threw his flaming cloak at Cloud, "You're to weak."
Barret turned and grabbed Tifa by the hand, "No 'ur not." Barret said to Tifa, trying to turn back, "we're goin' to get help, besides the bar will last." Barret stated. Tifa looked back at the bar, "I'm worried about Cloud more then the bar."
Cloud was knocked into the door, "This fight will end soon Cloud, you can count on it," Sephiroth said, Masamune to Cloud's neck.
Cid was pacing the hangar nervously, "You know what this needs?" Cid looked at the Highwind, he had been talking to himself five minutes ago. Cid just stared straight at the ship, "I think it needs a new paint job." He replied to him self, "I can't take it any more!" Barret charged in. "How long have you been here?" Cid asked his newly emanated companion.
"The sooner I get this over with the better," Sephiroth whispered in Cloud's ear, "I've got more lives that I need too end." He continued. "Why don't you end this then?" Cloud asked even though he knew the answer, "It's simple, or are you stalling?" Sephiroth lowered his blade, "you've changed Cloud, maybe you're not as weak as I thought, but then again," He looked at a beaten up man, shameless and arrogant but still weak. "You are too weak, I may be cruel, but you don't deserve to die, not until you suffer. " he vanished.
The day was ending, and there was little time on Tifa's clock, She kicked open the door to the bar followed by Cid, and Barret, "Why'd we go that far for Cid anyways? Oh my god…" Tifa gasped more than said…She ran straight to Cloud, the bar was destroyed but she cared more about Cloud, more than anything. "Cloud can you hear me? Cloud?"
He could hear just fine, but he was in darkness, 'what'd it mean? What did it mean?' he thought.