A/N: Firstly, BIG WARNING. Mentions of rape, alcohol, homicidal/suicidal thoughts. This is rated M for a reason. I usually don't do disclaimers for any of my stories, but I am for this one in particular because this is loosely based off of a true story. And some chapters might get crazy intense.

Secondly, I do not glorify rape.

So if any of this is triggering, please leave and go find yourself a happier story to read. Please don't come at me on the way out because I did give you a very thorough warning.

Enough with my rambling, here is the story.


It all started with a cup.

Cloud was at a home party, a friend of a friend's. The blond had recently joined Third Class, and those who joined with him had decided to celebrate. His old bunkmate invited him to some house party, and Cloud accepted.

He at first had plans to celebrate with Zack, who was in the works of pushing to become his mentor. But unfortunately Zack was called away on a mission. So Cloud opted for his old bunkmate in the end. And together they entered some house not far from Loveless Lane. Apparently there will be Seconds and Firsts that will be invited too, so Cloud was nervous.

The party was easy going. Drinks and pizza passed all around as music played. Everyone chatting up a storm. At some point Cloud lost his friend in the crowd.

Then someone bounded over to him and started small talk.

"Where are you from?"

"Nibelheim." Cloud was feeling a little buzzed by this point. He took another sip from his cup.

"Damn. That's in the middle of nowhere, huh? No wonder you left." The other laughed, and Cloud joined with a short chuckle.

"What about you then?" The blond finally took in the appearance of the other. The uniform told Cloud this man was Second Class. His dark hair and mako infused eyes didn't stand out to Cloud in particular.

"I'm from Kalm." There was something about that smile made Cloud uneasy.

"Oh, forgive me. Where are my manners? The name is Brandt."

"Cloud." He finished the last of his cup.

"Shall I refill your cup for you?"

"I suppose." Cloud handed him the cup.

Soon enough Brandt returned with two full cups. They continued to converse about training and hopeful wishes to be noticed by the higher ups. At one point Brandt began to refill Cloud's cup without even asking. This set off a red flag, but Cloud was enjoying their talk. He didn't want to say anything that would upset his new friend.

Then things took a turn when Cloud began to feel hands not his own feeling up his side and leg. Alarm bells rang inside his head. Cloud felt his heart run cold and his stomach drop. By now the alcohol was hitting him, however he still had his sense of logic.

He needed to get away. Cloud scrambled to stand up. He stood so suddenly that he was a little dizzy from the movement. The blond steadied himself and managed to stay on his two feet. Cloud then began to move towards the door.

All around him the world was swaying. However he managed to keep his body upright and not stumble. He looked up and could clearly see the door. It was only some ten more steps into freedom.

"Hey, where are you going?" Brandt asked as he followed.

"I'm going home." Cloud mumbled, more to himself than to the other man following him.

An arm wrapped around his shoulder. It was after this moment Cloud's memory was fuzzy, and he didn't remember anything else.

xXx

Sephiroth sighed as he awoke to his phone going off. Silently he answered without checking the name. Usually at this time it was either Lazard or Tseng, if he read the clock next to his bed correctly.

"Forgive the late call, general, but I may need your help breaking up a party consisted of SOLDIERs." Tseng's voice explained calmly.

Oh, not these again. Sephiroth dreaded these occasional calls. But he understood the reasoning. He was among the best, and, if he wasn't around then it was left to Angeal or Genesis to take care of these problems. If any of the big three ranking SOLDIERs showed up then everything calmed as the Seconds and Thirds dispersed to their residences.

Usually there were only warnings given to those too drunk to realize their commanding officer was there to break up the party. However the morning after the poor soul sobered up and hopefully learned his lesson.

"I'll meet you at the ground floor." Sephiroth promptly hung up to get changed.

Before long he was inside one of the Shinra issued cars with Tseng beside him. Sephiroth raised a brow at the driver, recognizing Reno and Rude in the front seats. Odd, usually Tseng and Sephiroth were enough to disperse the party.

"This is apparently a big party, Sir." Tseng didn't miss any details as usual.

"Should we have people on stand by just in case?" Sephiroth almost scowled.

"Most will crap their pants at the sight of ya, big boy." Reno snickered from the front passenger seat.

"True enough." Still, Sephiroth couldn't shake the feeling something was off about this night.

When they arrived, the music was loud even from the outside. Sephiroth entered and swiftly located the source of the music and unplugged it. Within seconds angry SOLDIERs turned in fury, only to freeze in their place at the sight of their general.

Their expressions were priceless.

"Now that I have your attention, it is time for the party to end and everyone go home." He stated coldly. His commanding voice was enough to snap them back to reality as they slowly made themselves scarce.

Tseng hung by the front door, watching for anything suspicious. Reno and Rude helped those stumbling around to get out and into their perspective rides. Sephiroth was ready to return to the vehicle he rode in when a lonely Third Class caught his eye.

"Cloud? Has anyone seen Cloud?" The young SOLDIER asked around.

No one seemed to know. Sephiroth approached the young man. Since the Turks were busy, he figured it wouldn't hurt to help someone out.

"What does he look like?" The general asked the young man.

"S-Sir! Uh, well, he's easy to stand out. Blond spikes, blue eyes." The Third Class explained, his face growing pale.

"Let's search around." Sephiroth lead the way around the house. Behind him the young SOLDIER asked anyone they passed if they seen Cloud.

Someone in the hallway stopped at the name. Sephiroth paused, eyeing the Second Class SOLDIER. He had brown hair and hazel eyes. Or perhaps the mako infusion turned them hazel green.

"Does he have blond hair?" The brunette wondered.

"Yeah! Spiked like a chocobo?" The Third Class nodded.

"I last saw him with Brandt. He didn't look too good, though. They went into that bedroom in the back, on the right." He directed down the hallway.

A sinking feeling hit the pit of the general's stomach. With every step Sephiroth hoped for the best. Maybe the pair were passed out. When he opened the door however, his heart sank.

"Cloud!" The Third Class SOLDIER tried to bolt to his side, but Sephiroth held out his arm.

"Go get Tseng. Don't touch anything, this is an active crime scene." Sephiroth instructed as his general instincts kicked in.

"Y-Yes, Sir." The young man nodded, before turning and ran back down the hallway.

"You there, Second Class...?" Sephiroth turned to the other young man who had decided to follow them.

"Gavin. Sir." He saluted.

"Stay here with me to describe this Brandt person to the Turks."

"Yes, Sir." He nods, face pale.

Sephiroth returned to the sad sight before him. Cloud was lying on his back, nose swollen and a bloodied black eye. The worst part were his pants pulled down to his ankles. Some part of the general wanted to cover him up for some decency, but he knew it had to wait until the Turks collected their evidence.

As he thought of this, he felt a cold rising fury that he never felt before. It rose high within his chest, higher than any previous instances where his anger took hold of his heart. By the looks of this boy, he couldn't be much older than twenty. So young. And while he himself saw the possible attraction, he wouldn't force himself on this boy.

Whoever did this will pay tenfold.

When the Third Class SOLDIER returned with Tseng, Sephiroth willed away his fury. At this very moment he must remain calm despite the situation at hand.

"We should have taken names down before making them disperse." Sephiroth comments, his voice cold. Tseng took one look at the unconscious blond and sighed. Behind him the other two Turks showed up to say everyone was nearly gone.

"What happened to him?" Reno did a double take. Soon as the words left his mouth the redhead looked like he wanted to smack himself. He turned away with a silent curse under his breath.

"...I'll grab the camera." Rude understood the protocol.

"I'm going to need statements from both of you, gentlemen." Tseng took out a small notepad and a pen. "General, you are relieved from your duties for the rest of the evening."

"When you're done I will be the one to take him to the infirmary. He is one of my men, Tseng." Sephiroth wasn't in the mood. This boy was Third Class, the maroon color uniform said so. Therefore this man was his responsibility, despite never having met him before.

"Very well." Tseng knew better than to argue.

Sephiroth returned his gaze upon the boy. He silently vowed that whoever did this was going to pay one way or another. He intended to make sure of it.