Author's note/ WARNING:Now Now Now...Guess who came back. YOU CAN'T KEEP AMEROWOLF DOWN! No way! So far...I've been checking out stories and I must say. I'm not impressed. That's ok, I'll show you youngins how we do it oldschool like back when I was n00b.

AHA! This is my old story...And I'm going to revise the whole damn thing. As well as my others. So be ready...AMEROWOLF REVOLUTION!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing in this story, but I own the story and if I decide to put an OC in I own that too. I don't own my fucked up cookie either oh but what fun I would have if I did. BWHAHAHAHAHA! Anyway this isn't true to his childhood either.(orginal disclaimer) wasn't I a funny n00b...

Part One:

Chapter 1

Father's apprentice

"Tifa are you up yet?" Mrs. Lockhart yelled up the stairs. Tifa looked up from her piano. Today was the day that her best friends were leaving Nibelhiem. Tifa got up and ran down the stairs in a rush, almost tripping several times.

"Hey calm down kid." Her father said as she ran into him. Mr. Lockhart was a tall man with black wavy hair who worked as a blacksmith in their town of Nibelhiem. His smith was in the small part of their kitchen. He was always relatively dirty because he worked in there a lot. Tifa had always considered him to have a light black beard because of all the soot. Her father set his large strong hands on her small shoulders to keep her from falling over.

"Sit and eat breakfast I don't think they will leave without saying goodbye." Tifa's mother said sitting her down in a chair almost forcefully. Mrs. Lockhart was known to be the best cook in the town. In fact when she taught Tifa to cook she said that her father had put the smith here because the customers just wanted her cooking. That was very true many did come for the food. Her mother was also very beautiful too she had flowing brown hair that reached to the middle of her back. Her father often said when he got in trouble that her piercing blue eyes burnt a hole in his heart. Tifa had always wanted to be like her mother. She was so strong, and it almost seemed like she could withstand everything.

"Andrew get in here so we can have a nice family breakfast." Mrs. Lockhart yelled into the kitchen. Soon after that, Mr. Lockhart came out wiping his hands on his pants leaving large black smears on his overalls.

"So are you sad to see your posse leave?" her father said as he sat down at the table. Tifa just nodded her head. That was such a fatherly thing to say. He always said things like that to prevent silence. Her father loved to talk and hated when it was quite. Blacksmith really was a great job for him. With all that pounding there was hardly ever a quite moment. Even in the evening he would sit in the kitchen and tell stories to her, or to anyone else that was around. Tifa also suspected he talked to himself when he was alone.

"Well now I'll have more time to help you in the shop Papa." She said happily smiling as she poked at the questionable looking food on her plate. It was a quite good dish, but you couldn't tell by the way it looked.

"Umm well I already hired myself an apprentice, but I think it would be okay if you helped show him the ropes." Her father said nervously eating his toast. "Besides girls should be out doing...girly things" Tifa ignored that last comment he uttered through a mouthful of toast. She did do girly things, but they weren't very fun. Now pounding on a slab on a slab of iron, now that's fun.

"Oh who is it?" Tifa said a little dejected. She shuddered at the thought of how boring it would be without her normal jobs in the smith. Or how horribly stupid his new apprentice could be. Some of the boys in this town weren't exactly chivalrous.

"Kid who lives next store, let's see here his name is..Um…." Her father said scratching his head.

"You mean Cloud, Papa," Tifa said interrupting his pondering.

"Yes Cloud that's his name…I should remember that shouldn't I…anyway that boy is frightfully shy, but he's the only one who applied." Her father started rambling as he read the paper.

"You should go before you get caught up in his rambling." Tifa mother said sighing at her father. Tifa got up and gave her family a little bow and left. She walked out into the bright morning air.

As much as she hated being awake in the morning she did love the fresh dew filled air. It was so nice and sweet smelling outside. Like fresh rain and spring flowers. A small door slamming interrupted her thoughts.

"Hey Cloud" Tifa said as she waved to her neighbor. She never said much to him. Sometimes she saw him outside looking at something, but she never thought much of it. He was usually fighting someone. He was quiet and he seemed sweet, but he was always violent.

"Howdy" her said quietly slinging a empty burlap sack over his shoulder.

"I hear your going to apprentice my father" she said walking next to him. She felt kind of awkward, but not scared. Most people said that he would jump anyone and beat them down. She didn't see how he could do it. Most of the children had at least a good foot over Cloud. She thought he was kind of cute being so small.

"That's right." He nodded giving her a small smile.

"Tch...Good luck when I help him all he does is tell stories." Tifa said waving her hand to some people she passed.

"I don't really mind. Where are you off to this morning Tifa?" he asked shifting the bags on his shoulder.

"Well I'm going to see the kids off. Are you going too?" Cloud stopped and shifted from foot to foot. Tifa thought he had kind of an odd look on his face.

"No, My mother needs some supplies." Cloud begun to walk off and turned to open the door of her grandfather's shop.

"Oh well I'll see you later today then." Cloud froze with the door half open and turned around.

"What?" Cloud said kind of nervously. A man came out and pushed Cloud out of the way. His face tightened and his eyes narrowed into slits. He looked like he was going to tackle him. Then he stopped and his features loosened.

"I'm going to help teach you." Tifa said smiling widely and enjoying the frightened look on Cloud's face, and the fact that he didn't attack that man. She walked off towards the end of town she had heard that Cloud liked her. She felt sorry for the kid that got that information out of him. He probably spent several days in bed. She didn't normally see him in town people said he would go out side of town and kill monsters. Tifa didn't really believe that, but it such did sound cloud-like.

"You Tif I'm so glad you made it, aren't you Tyler." Monica said happily running up to her. Monica was one of Tifa's best friends, but she had recently married and now is going to move. She had shoulder length black hair and small buckteeth. Monica was very short actually about three-fourths the size of Tifa. Monica, her husband Tyler, and the three members of her posse were among the ones leaving. Biggs, Wedge, and Jesse all came running around from the front of the car.

"Yeah sure." Tyler said loading up the car. Tyler was one of the main people Cloud got into fights with. He was very cocky and really doesn't know when to stop. Tyler had short black hair that was always fuzzy if her didn't have it spiked up. Tyler had a narrow face and almost always had a scowl on it.

"Oh don't mind him. It's to early for us." Monica said clamping her hands on his shoulders. Biggs, Wedge, and Jesse all nodded their heads.

"Yeah for me too." Tifa said yawning, "Where are you headed?" She added.

"Well were catching a ship at Costa De La Sol, then were off towards Kalm." Tyler said as he attempted to close the trunk.

"Well we're going to Midgar. There's got to be something better there." Jesse added as she tried to pull Biggs from on top of Wedge while the three of them were fighting about who got the front seat.

"Wow what a long way." Tifa said quietly. She kind of felt sad that she too wasn't leaving, but her family needed her here. She didn't want to leave the safety of Nibelhiem.

"Don't worry Tifa we'll visit. I hope you'll be okay with out us here." Monica said putting and arm around her slumped shoulder.

"Yeah I'll be okay here. It seems like I'm the only one not leaving." Tifa sighed and sat down on a log by the old truck.

"You could always make friends with Cloud." Tyler smirked as he leaned on the car..Tifa glared at him in confusion.

"Fine I will!" Tifa shot back at the tall scrawny man. Tyler slumped over the side of the old beat up truck laughing.

"We should go now" Monica stood up on her toes and gave Tifa a hug. Tyler walked over and hugged the too.

"Did I invite you?" Monica said. Tyler just shrugged as he got into the drivers seat. He also saw Biggs shoved out the window onto the ground.

"I felt left out" he said as he strapped his seatbelt on. Monica got into the seat next to Tyler and Biggs hopped in the back with Wedge and Jesse. The truck started up and Tyler stuck his head out th window.

"Good luck being friends with that punk!" He shouted over the roaring engine. The truck drove off and Tifa watched all of her friends wave as they disappeared onto the horizon. Tifa sat and watched the now empty horizon. She suddenly felt a lack of things to do.

A/n: if anyone oldies are reading you noticed I took out the song. I didn't like it...