Disclaimer: If I owned Final Fantasy VII, this fanfiction wouldn't be possible. Thank you, Square-Enix.

Aerithism

Eleven: Normal Day III

Evere blinked at the blood-soaked battlefield. What was once a tourist destination was now a decimated field. The buildings had been burnt to the ground. The Apostle statues that were on the beach had been defiled. Tifa's head had been removed, Yuffie had bullet holes through the torso, and Cloud had been turned into pebbles.

The brunet shook his head at the destruction. The World Restoration Organization… The newest private army…

/Flashback/

"Kid! Hey, Kid!"

Evere raised an eyebrow as he turned towards the speaker. A round man in a red jacket with white fringe leaned against a black van. On either side was a badly groomed lackey. "Wanna go to Costal del Sol?"

"You're with the WRO?"

The blond-mohawked lackey nodded slightly. "Yeah… What's it to you?"

The brunet shook his head. The WRO should be safe… And I need to get to the Western Continent…

/End/

"The WRO was created to help people… Now, it's an unofficial army."

Walking up the main road, he looked for any survivors of the massacre… There were none.

Heiress paused before the wooden door labeled 'Class 4-B.' Furrowing her eyebrows, she glared at the sign. "Why can't I just be home schooled?"

"Because that would be suspicious… Don't want an angry mob with pitchforks after us," Azrael shrugged her shoulders.

Glancing at the door, the brunette frowned. "Don't you have any compassion?"

The silver-haired girl stood silent for a few moments, staring into space. "Oh, yeah… That got killed right before AC…"

"Huh?"

With a smirk, Azrael wrapped her hand around the smaller girl's waist… And opened the door; Heiress tumbled in. "Have a nice first day at Ajit Public School," she called and slammed the door in the brunette's face.

Heiress stared at the door several minutes before getting up and dusting herself off.

"Will you please take your seat, Miss Gaynes...?"

The brunette moved to her small desk slowly; the snickering from other students following her.

"Okay, today's lesson is on the demon Sephiroth… Sephiroth was created by the Planet when the people of Gaia turned away from the Cetra culture. Other places may claim that Sephiroth was a war hero or an experiment, but there is no evidence to support this…"

Kill me now.

Sid leaned against his home. He inhaled deeply from the cigarette, only to release it in perfect circles. These smoke rings would float over the city of Highwind. It had grown since he had been there last. Where the rocket (that no one believed actually existed) was, a tall apartment building sat. Cars would zoom past any which way.

Taking another drag from his cigarette, his eyes landed upon the central plaza. The Maiden's arms were outstretched, as if she wished to fly. Cid raised his spear towards the sky and Cloud stared in the direction of a setting sun.

This #$&'n' place has #&$'n' changed.

"SID!" Oh, #$&.

His sister stormed out of the house, and grabbed the cigarette from his lips. Throwing it to the ground, she glared at her brother. "Don't you know that stuff can kill you?"

"Tell me about it…"

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Yeah, Azrael's line inspired me to write Lost Compassion, I think…

Sid figurine for lilalou, Selunchen123, Wolven Falls, Amimegustamuchascosas, SilverKitsune013, and Great redwyrm for reviewing.