Beginning Notes:  I fixed that height problem in the last chapter with Cloud. I could have SWORN that he was 5'9" in the game. Bah, oh well. I went back and re-edited it a bit to fit. And the reviewer for chapter 4 is…. *drum roll*  … It's a tie between Mandy138 and Sioux! That of course is for their help in correcting that height problem! Thanks guys. And thanks everyone else for your reviews! I can't believe all of you are sticking through this with me. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII or the characters, yadda, yadda, yadda… I am not making money off of them or this fanfiction, blah, blah, blah…

Chapter Warning:  Reference to nudity. (No actual descriptions or anything)

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---- Complicated Souls ----

---Written by: Isrea---

---- Chapter Five ----

---Lonely Reflections---

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For every thing there is an appointed time; and there is a time for every purpose under the heavens. A time to laugh, a time to weep; a time for peace, and a time for war…

There is a time and a place to reflect upon one's life. A time to think about the past, to reprimand oneself for one's mistake and, maybe, praise oneself for good deeds. And there is a time to make things right…

For one Zackary Donovan, that time is now…

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The first thing he felt when he came to consciousness was the cold. All around him there was a biting cold as though he lay in the snows of the tundra, like ice, sending shivers up his spine and speckling his exposed skin with goose bumps. He shivered once though he was too numb to feel the pain it caused his unused muscles. But slowly the cold passed out of his limbs and the air became warmer. Soon the area was at a tolerable level and he relaxed a bit.

Under him he could feel ground, rock cut into perfect smoothness and polished until every blemish and mark had been buffed completely out. He was lying on his back, chilled stone pressed against his backside, but he could hear and feel nothing else around him. No sound was present, no quiet day or nighttime noises, and not even the hiss air existed, though he could somehow breathe. There was no sound in the air but that of his own beating heart and his breath, which seemed viciously louder then it should have been.

"Where am I?" his voice was coarse, rough and gritty like he'd eaten sand. He swallowed hard, grimacing at the gesture when pain laced through numb nerves and stiff muscles. He felt as though he'd not moved in centuries and when he tried to open his eyes he found he hadn't the strength to do so.

It took surprisingly less time then he thought for someone to answer, though he hadn't actually expected an answer in the first place.

"You are here."

Again he tried to open his eyes to see whom it was that was talking to him but he could not. He tried to move but couldn't, fiery pain rushing through every taut muscle in his body.

"Now, now, don't over do it. You've been asleep a very long time. You need to let your body get used to its now living state." The voice called again, closer this time. He could distinctly make out male overtones in the voice, tones that sounded suspiciously familiar. The voice sounded so much, so much, like an old friend of his… he just couldn't place whom. But the voiced sounded more… what, youthful?

"Who are you?" he gritted out, disliking the dry state of his throat with every word.

"My name is Riphothes Tashada." The male spoke again, yet even closer this time. He could feel the youth's clothing brush against his shoulder now as the stranger moved beside his immobile form. They felt like… robes? Was this guy wearing robes? Then the voice sat and his clothing then brushed against his thigh and Zack tensed painfully, thought whirling through his mind as realization hit him.

"Am I naked?"

"Yes."

He didn't like this at all. He couldn't move… couldn't do anything to defend himself… And he was naked. It's a good thing that he'd never been very modest. "You needn't worry about me, Zackary. The last thing I want to do is hurt you." the voice continued.

It was crazy, really crazy, but somehow he believed the stranger that he could not see, the stranger with the familiar yet not so familiar voice. "Where is 'here'?" he ground out, once again trying to pry open his eyelids to get a look at his surroundings, but he was still denied that little luxury.

There was a soft chuckle and suddenly there was a palm on his face, warm as it covered both his eyes with open palm and fingers as though warning him he couldn't open them just yet. Zack was about to protest this sudden movement when Riphothes took his hand away again, tsk'ing at his companion's distrust. "You are here, as I said… Its hard to give a name to what does not technically exist." He seemed to pick up a hint of sarcasm but he wasn't sure. "People of your world often give names to things, needlessly tagging places with labels. I've never really understood that custom myself, though others of my kin have." The stranger's voice mused. "So if you need a familiar term I guess you could call this Limbo, if you like."

That information hit him like a ton of bricks and for a moment Zack was silent before he managed to stutter. "I-I'm dead?"

Another soft chuckle. "Not really, Zackary. Not anymore." This confused him, which only seemed to amuse the strange ghost like voice. "You are in Limbo but its not quite the 'Limbo' that everyone thinks it is. Everyone conceives Limbo to be a physical place between the spirit realm and the real one; a place that you go if you cannot be accepted into the Lifestream properly. They say that souls go there and forever wander its endless planes because of past deeds. That isn't really what your 'Limbo' is."

There was a short pause in which nothing was said and he got the feeling that Riphothes was trying to pick his next words carefully.

"The place that you now lay is a place set apart from the Lifestream. It's a separate part of the Lifestream, cut off from the rest of it, but a part of it all the same. It's where people and animals and plants go when their souls are about to be reborn… You know all about the rebirth cycle of the Lifestream, right? Where all life energy comes from the Lifestream and returns to it when things die, to be reborn into something else, right Zackary?"

Zack nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat. "Just call me Zack."

There was a pause and he got the impression of someone nodding before continuing. "All souls that come here are no longer dead. They were dead once, but they are given physical body and returned to the surface of the planet usually in the form of children still inside the mothers womb. Of course, none of the souls actually know what's going on while it's happening, and we never let them keep their own memories. It would mess up the whole system."

He could hear himself breathing hard. He was going to be reborn as a child again? He was going to lose his memories? He didn't want to forget anything. He didn't want to loose his precious memories of his friends and their SOLDIER days. It's all he'd ever had that he'd considered worth any value.

And then it hit him like a flash, slamming into his brain like a train. Images ran through his mind of a silver haired demigod rampaging through fire-choked streets. A shining sword leapt through the air, spilling blood and carving a path of carnage in its wake. The sword was unmistakable; it was Masamune. In a rush memories flooded his mind. Memories of a dying brunette laying on reactor floor, a silver haired man in black speaking of his 'mother' and her desires, and a badly injured blond lying prone; his friend, his brother. A gaping wound was in his chest, though the blond went on to fight the one he'd called friend, using Zack's own sword to defeat a man they'd both cherished. Then came Hojo and his twisted experiments, scalpels and screaming and blood everywhere, with cold hospital tables and rooms that smelled too strongly of mako. He remembered sitting in those two glass cells, separated from Cloud and any physical contact save doctors by only a few feet of glass… he'd watched his best friend slip in and out of insanity so many times, watched as Hojo changed him, made him into something the blond had never wanted to be. He'd cried for his friend, wishing in a vain way that he could escape and take Cloud far from any hurt and pain and help return the light to those lifeless eyes…

And he'd tried… he'd tried and he'd died for his one mistake. He'd left too wide a trail. Let them follow too close… In his panic he'd been risky, taking chances with a life that wasn't his to take chances with. But somehow he knew that he'd not failed completely. Cloud Strife was alive somewhere, he knew it. And that brought him at least a little bit of joy.

Zack gasped as his mind took all that in, snapping his eyes open in a rush of adrenaline that screamed through his veins. He felt like crying, screaming, throwing up and laughing all at the same time and he wanted to do so as well, if only to express his momentary confusion. But he did none of those things. Instead he simply continued to stare up at the green nothingness above him, breathing hard and not entirely sure he was seeing it. Green surrounded him on all sides, expanding outward endlessly with no walls or ceiling, only a green stone floor beneath him. The soft glow that radiated down on him was soothing and he was able to calm his hectic thoughts, mesmerized by the swirling mass of light around him that he knew was the Lifestream.

"But of course, you're a special exception, Zacky-boy." The voice that he had entirely forgotten existed said again, a grin in its tone. The stranger pushed off of the ground with his legs, setting his hands on his knees and dusting imaginary dirt from his robes. Zack looked over, ignoring the moment of searing pain it caused, and got an eyeful of long white robes draped over legs and a lean waist. The half robe just barely touched the ground around the teen's bare feet, spidery black lines etched into almost every bit of the fabric in some ancient design that Zack could not even begin to fathom. His eyes traveled up and caught an expanse of a broad bare chest, chiselled to near perfection for someone of his age. Up over the shoulders continued his gaze, meeting hair that was familiar until it reached the face, kind and smooth and angular with welcoming jade eyes. Silver-white framed the youth's face in long strands that fell just to his shoulders and brushed bare skin with every movement. The straight shiny hair reflected the glowing green world around them and turned it a light tone of green but there was no mistaking the original color for anything other then platinum. Zack was very much started at this teen's appearance. He was so familiar, but the face was different, and the eyes… It couldn't be him. Riphothes was barely older then sixteen, after all. Or looked it anyway.

"Heh, so you get clothes and I don't?" the second in command of SOLDIER said, smirking despite the situation. "No fair."

"Oh, you get clothes." And with that he snapped his fingers, the well-known SOLDIER uniform suddenly settling against Zack's skin as it appeared on him. Zack merely gaped at the magic. "Its just that you didn't need them before now."

Sparkling jade eyes as bright as the Lifestream itself smiled down at him and, with an air of confidence, Riphothes reached down and patted the top of the spiky haired SOLDIER's head. "Now, you give 'em heck for us, alright Zackary? Cherish what we've decided to give you. Guard it close."

Zack was about to say 'Its Zack, and what did you give me?' when he suddenly felt himself falling. The ground gave way under him and he desperately tried to grab at something above him that would save him from his downward plummet, but nothing was there and the pain in his body made it impossible to hold on anyway. He continued to fall into the green nothingness head first, feeling more and more light headed as he went. Above him Riphothes was waving his fingers down at him impishly, a mysterious smile on his face as his form began to shrink in the distance.

"And don't forget to breathe, I hear that the first step in resurrection is a doozy!" his voice called down, echoing amid the murmur of green voices that had enveloped Zack's mind as he fell.

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The ebony haired man closed his eyes as all thought left him and his mind was emptied, feeling his body become light as a feather as voices rang out clear and gentle in his head. He continued to fall, slowing down even as he descended, unable to think clearly as long as the murmuring in his mind continued. Voices that reminded him sharply of the Lifestream echoed all at once, making it impossible to discern what they were saying. It was as though a haze has settled over his mind, only getting thicker the closer he came to the bottom of this green abyss.

And in that haze he was given a moment in which all logical thought and doubt was muddled and only raw emotion could shine through, leaving him in a state where he was so clear headed that he could reflect without remorse. He took this opportunity while he had it to look back on his life, what he'd done and where he'd gone and who with. He called to mind all the joyous moments in his life, the laughs and the good times, smiling to himself when the beaming face of a young blond interrupted his thoughts. A moment later a smiling silver haired general and a raven-haired young man joined it. The three of them stood in the practice yard after one of their frequent sessions. He could remember it clearly…

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"Sephiroth, do you think I have a shot at the SOLDIER retest next week?" the blond asked, sheathing the broadsword on his back with ease.

"Of course you do. And this time I'm going to make sure it's graded fairly." The silver haired man replied, straightening and sheathing the Masamune at his waist.

The raven haired SOLDIER beamed and hung an arm around the shoulders of the stony general. "Aw Seph, your always looking out for the little guys, aren't you? How heroic."

The General shrugged and smirked, eyeing Cloud a moment, amused by the raised golden eyebrow that challenged him to say anything about his companion's size. "Well, he is very little, isn't he Zack? Someone has to make sure someone doesn't trip on him."

Zack let out a howl of amusement and leaned forward more, grinning. "Yea, guess your right. Hey, I've got an idea! Maybe we should get him a toothpick for his birthday! He could use it for a sword at the SOLDIER retest!"

"Just you wait until I get my hands on you two!" the blond fumed half heartedly and dashed after the retreating backs of his comrades, shaking his fist in the air. "I'm going to kick your asses when we get back to your place!"

"We'll just have to go to your barracks first then, won't we?"

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Zack chuckled to himself, glad that he'd taken an interest in the blond way back when instead of just brushing him off as another Trooper. It was just something about him, something in his eyes, maybe, that had entranced the second in command of SOLDIER into finding out more about him.

After a moment more of reflection he seemed to stop falling, a warmth spreading through his still slightly chilled limbs as soft air brushed against his skin. For that moment he felt completely at peace within, as though his spirit was being lifted through the heavens on wings. In that single moment he knew he wasn't going to die or forget, that there was still more he had to do, and he stopped looking onto the past and started looking toward the future. He didn't know where he was going or why, but he did know he had a purpose. A reason. There was something he was being sent back to do.

And he'd be damned if he failed this time around. He would not make another mistake like the one he'd already made.

People had spent enough time suffering for his mistake. It was time he set things right again.

Zack suddenly felt warm arms wrap around him and he tensed, but then leaned into the touch with a smile when he smelt the familiar fragrance of roses and lilacs. He got the distinct impression of love from the other and when he opened his eyes the form of a pink clad woman with long chocolate brown hair and large, caring green eyes was brought to sight and he smiled wider. She was tinted with the glow of green that shone from the very air around them and it gave her an ethereal appearance to her otherwise stunning beauty, but she seemed different from the last time he'd seen her. Much more… wise? It was almost as if somehow she'd come to understand the workings of the world in a much more natural way then he could ever hope to. She had this stronger light that shone in her bright eyes, this aura of power and peace that soothed his heart…

"What are you doing here?" Why was she here? Was she?… Could she be?… From the look in her eyes he already knew the answer. Yes, she was dead. But the air of confidence and the proud tilt of her head told him she'd died doing something she'd thought was right.

Zack had always had this natural ability to perceive what people where thinking and feeling by just looking into their eyes. Just by sharing a stare with him, one could reveal everything about them without knowing it. From her… from her he saw great strength and love, and a passion that had led her to do something drastic. She'd died in honour, and he guessed that she'd done it willingly.

She'd sacrificed herself so that others could live…

She smiled at him a moment and kissed his forehead, saying something in another language that he didn't quite catch. Then she squeezed him gently and brushed one hand through his spiky black hair, her green eyes full of soft love. The two of them still cared deeply for each other but time had dampened their feelings and experiences of the past had weakened that love. She leaned in and spoke again softly, this time in English.

"Watch out for him…" she whispered in his ear, her breath light and warm on his neck. "He's not as strong as he pretends to be…"

"I know." He responded without thinking, knowing instantly whom she meant. It was hard not to when an image of the man was brought to mind from an outside source. Zack didn't know why she wanted 'him' protected. 'He' didn't usually need protection. Zack didn't know the dangers that existed in the living realm but he would do what she asked, if only because it was her, and because it was 'him'. He took one of her slender hands in his and grinned when she looked at him hopefully, winking at her. She squeezed his hand fondly in return and smiled back at him, reassured that someone was looking after 'him' when she could not. But there was a worry behind her bright eyes, like she knew something that Zack did not, but dared not voice it yet.

"I have to go back," she whispered again, leaning back from him and giving him a soft smile. "And you must return to where you belong… Goodbye, my dear Zack."

"I know. If he is in danger, things must be going terribly wrong." He let his hand rise to brush it through her bangs, feeling her silky hair between his fingers. That same hand cupped her cheek and he smiled sadly. "Farewell, my sweet flower girl…." He said, leaning up to plant a soft chaste kiss on her rosy lips for the last time. When he drew back there were glimmering tears in her eyes and he was aware there were some in his own as well.

"Protect him, Zack. He means a lot… to everyone… You must be his Guardian Angel when no one else can…"

"I will Aeris, I will…" he said, letting her hand slide from his with a longing look, wishing this moment didn't have to end. "You love him deeply, don't you?"

A soft smile. "Yes, I suppose I do… Promise me?"

"I promise Aeris."

He felt a pang of loss when she let go and he started to fall again, knowing it would be the last time he'd ever see her. He reached out his hand as he began the slow decent down, feeling her fingertips brush his own in a final farewell both knew would be the last. No more words were spoken between them. None were needed.

Slowly the smiling form of the flower girl drifted into the distance above and he sank to the depths below. And so they parted once again in good conscience, knowing their love was gone and faded, and knowing that both had duties to do and must push forward. It wasn't so bad, really. She had learned to love again, and he would do so too… if he could. But he believed that in their hearts they'd always have their time together… In their hearts they would always love at least a little…

That was what was running through his mind as suddenly he was gasping for breath as ice cold washed over him and he dropped like a rock through the green haze of Lifestream. He was sent spiralling down into the depths of the world's consciousness before he was shot back up again, slamming hard into something that would turn out to be his own physical body.

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Somewhere, a very much alive Zackary Donovan gasped for his first lungful of conscious air, snapping his eyes open to a white ceiling with blaring lights that hurt his eyes. Around him people scurried and the sound of machinery whirled, frantic shouts being tossed from one person to another. He reached out to grasp at something, dragging gulps of air deep into his lungs. He blinked several times against the glaring white lights above him and latched onto the sides of his own bed, trying to straighten out where he was and what was going on.

Amidst the chaos of human life the words "President Reeve" and "Mr. Strife" were the only ones he heard…

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Back in the Lifestream Riphothes smiled to himself and shook his head; taking a few steps back from the place Zack had vacated only moments previous. He liked the spirited human, if his opinion counted for anything. He couldn't think of a much better man to rest the hands of the world in. There were others like him, but they had yet to gather. Riphothes only hoped that time would not run out before their rag-tag group was complete.

As for time running out…

He turned his back on the hole in the ground that was not really ground and started to walk away even as it began to close. All around him the Lifestream stirred and the voices murmured gentle words of remorse, but he paid them little heed. He didn't need the voices of the Cetra to tell him what happened next. He knew his fate…

He continued to walk for a short distance before he stopped and stretched out his hands before him, watching the human looking appendages for a long moment. He turned them over so that he could see the backs of his hands and then shook his head when they flickered and became translucent. A soft sigh escaped him and he used one translucent hand to brush back silver locks of hair, then let both fall to his sides. His Lifestream colored eyes began to lose their light even now as he watched the souls of the Cetra in their delicate waltz, swirling and swishing around him in wisps so carefree and peaceful. A few brushed his skin and grazed over his chest, leaving a calm and tingly feeling in their wake that didn't die from his skin until long minutes later.

Riphothes looked up into the green above him and saw, high above, a shimmering light that shone upon some far away surface. Like sunlight that danced on the surface of the sea he could see its white rays penetrating the waters of the Lifestream. It filled him with a kind of peace and he knew that the planet's voice was with him, calling him, crying for him.

"Even in this place… Even among the Cetra and the Lifestream and the voice of the planet, am I not safe from your wrath, Chaos?" he asked the air.

But he got no return answer and Riphothes only sighed. Then he smiled a sad sort of smile and closed his eyes, feeling his body as it passed from a physical state to that of a ghost. He could feel his spirit as the darkness claimed it, a tiny light struggling against a vast darkness that threatened to swallow even the planet's own light.

"Be safe Zack. Find your friends and fulfil your combined destiny. For darkness is coming…and if you do not find a way… then no one will…"

A hand rested on his shoulder then, green wisps of Lifestream floating up from her skin to curl in the air and wrap softly around his silvery hair. The air was suddenly filled with the scent of roses and lilacs and Riphothes took a moment to inhale the airy fragrance. Then he smiled sadly and tipped his face down from the light above, bringing his own hand up to rest it on the woman's. "Thank you, Aeris. Your comfort is much appreciated."

"You did the right thing." She answered back, squeezing his shoulder in emphasis. "He needed to go, and you needed to send him… without him they would be incomplete…"

The quickly fading apparition of Riphothes chuckled softly. "Even with Zack they are incomplete. Even if 'he' does find all of them and the second one is revived… even if Isrea's prophecy comes true and all the Chosen come together… they will still be incomplete." The silver haired youth sighed, now almost completely gone. "How can only half a group defeat a full one? But… I suppose…" and the youth mused on this a moment, then smiled a warm smile. "If there was any on this world that could stop the darkness… it would be them. I pray to Holy that they make it in time, especially since we cannot interfere in this one."

"Yes, we can interfere very little this time. Every time one of you comes in contact with a Chosen, Chaos senses you and attacks. And with each soul he consumes, he gets stronger…especially you and your kin."

"Isrea has already been consumed by the darkness. I can feel her no longer… Now I must join my sister in our eternal rest. Or torment, if you will." He smiled weakly then. "I assume this won't be a very nice experience."

"Goodbye my friend. I will miss you while your gone. And when you come back, you'll see that they are the ones, that Isrea and I were right all along." Aeris said at last. She let her hand fall away from his shoulder and took a step back when he turned to face her, Lifestream eyes settling on her.

"You believe without a single hint of doubt, flower girl. You believe so blindly and so strongly that they will win, don't you?" She nodded slowly and he smiled softly at her even as the last traces of his form vanished. All that was left on him were his echoing words dying in the still air. "Very well, flower girl. If you believe… then I believe, too…"

And then he was gone. Aeris stood there a moment; eyes fixed on the spot her friend had been only moments ago, wishing that the darkness had taken her instead. But of course she was different then him, then them. They were not Cetra, not them… they were something far greater then she or the Ancients… The Cetra did not have such a strong connection with life that they could address the living at will. Not unless the entire Cetra race decided to do so like when she had convinced them all to defeat Meteor...

Aeris finally turned and started to walk away, moving off to join the rest of her kind. "I think, perhaps, this is the beginning of a long and terrible journey…only this time I won't be around to help…I feel so useless."  She sighed softly and looked up, her eyes falling on the voice of the planet that shone its white rays through the Lifestream. Only her worry did not go away, it only grew. "Zack, Cloud, everyone… please, be careful…"

And then she too was gone, dispersing her physical body to return to the flow of Lifestream that she now called home; to her long forgotten race who welcomed her with open arms…

And to a mother that could only offer condolence to her distraught daughter. The one who'd once been called a flower girl...

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--- To Be Continued---

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Author's Notes:

1. Well, just a bit of the "Other Side" point of view there. Got a bit of Aeris action in as well as a new one of those 'people' like Isrea was. *Sniff* I loved this chapter. I think the part with Aeris/Zack interaction was bit too mushy, but it worked (I hope). Cookies to anyone who can guess were I got my first few lines. "For every thing there is an appointed time; and there is a time for every purpose under the heavens. A time to laugh, a time to weep; a time for peace, and a time for war…"

2. Not much to say this time around. E-mail me, review for me please, and that you guys already know how. ^_^

3. I hope this chapter answered a lot of your questions on how Zack got to being alive again. Obviously, Riphothes did it using the Lifestream's rebirth process. ^_^ How he got his body back isn't explained yet but can't that just be chalked up to magic, huh?…. Guess not, huh. Hmm, maybe I'll explain that one in future chapters, or I could just leave you to figure it out on your own… XD Sorry about any mistypes or misspells, I didn't get a chance to send it to my betareader since I wanted to send it away tonight. *Phew* It was a lot of work typing this thing out.

4. My wrist hurts really badly. _ I injured it a couple of days ago playing basketball and have been working on this chapter non-stop since I got hurt. My parents told me no more computer because I type too much while I'm on it, only making my wrist hurt more, so I have to spend a couple of days away. Now my whole arm hurts. _  I hope it won't send me back TOO far in writing the next chapter. But I'll work extra hard on the next chapter, I promise! This is just a heads up on why my next chapter might be late. (Not that I keep a schedule anyway. _ )

And now on to my responses…

Mandy138: Yea, it is beginning to shape up, isn't it? I was hoping to keep going with a bit of mystery for at least a couple more chapters, but things had better start getting explained or I might lose my readers, right? And about the link, yea, it doesn't show urls on the fanfiction site when I upload, so it cut it out. E-mail me if you want it.

Sioux: Important plot device? Maybe… *twiddles her thumbs and whistles innocently…* ^_^

Kaze: Thanks. And yea, poor Reno. He just kind of struck me as the kind who would try for the front seat all the time. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy the rest of my story.

Sparrow9: Thank you so much for your inspiring comments Sparrow. Sometimes all an author needs to hear is those few words to keep 'em going. ^_^ I appreciate it.

Katie: I am glad you liked my chapter and I hope this chapter cleared up a bit about Zack for you. ^_^ Though how he is going to affect Cloud… we'll have to wait and see, won't we? ^_^ And as for the part about Cloud being disoriented, yea, I figured I had to explain what happened instead of just leave it blank. People would get mad at me then. ^_^

RavensHaelo: You think its funny that they get along? Hmm. Well they kind of are the types that would forgive and forget if only because its in their best interests, not to mention both had just been 'doing their job' back then. Thanks for your review!

Angry Angel: THANK YOU SO MUCH! Thank you for actually taking the time to read my fanfics! And you responded to every chapter too, thank you!! ^_^ *huggles* and I thought that three squished Turks was a kind of cute image too. And Reno being jealous of Zack? You'll have to wait and see. ^_^ And yes, banshees should be silenced. Don't worry, they get their just rewards for that little irritation!

Minako: I hope this chapter answered a lot of your questions Minako. I tried to explain the whole Zack thing as best I could without giving away too much of the plot.

Well everyone, wait for my next chapter to be up. I hope to explain a bit about the Reactor and what's going on with everyone else in the next one. It'll probably be a long one, to get some Cloud and Zack interaction in too. After all, Zack just woke up, didn't he?