A/N: Yay! I got some reviews on it! This story was only gonna be about 10 chapters long but I sat down the morning and drafted out chapters 11, 12 and 13! I have nearly finished writing it (I have been doing it at work whistles) so you are garrenteed at least all of it and a bit more! I rule. Visit my fan site to make requests!

NINE WHILE NINE

Chapter One The Final Battle

Cloud regarded the small glowing orb in the palm of his hand. Such a small thing that held so much mystery. That could have the power to save or destroy them all. A war was coming. Was this the wepon that would help him win this was alone as he intended?

He took a deep breath and closed his hand around the materia, taking it into himself. He paused. He felt no different. He only hoped that when the time came this would not have been a waste of time.

"Shouldn't you be doing something more productive than sitting on your ass?" reno spoke from the doorway, a smarmy smile cossing his face as Cloud features darkened angrily.

Could got up and stormed toward the door, pushing Reno aside. "Shouldn't you be out getting a life?" He spat spitfully as he ran down the stairs. Reno stood for a moment and stared after Cloud. It had felt as if a shock had been sent through his shoulder. He looked down at Cloud as he stepped out of the door. Whisps of blue smoke drifted from his figertips and vanished. the door slammed shut behind him.

"That boy needs to get laid."

"Good to see you again... Cloud."

"Wake up... Cloud."

Cloud's eyes fluttered and opened, but he was far from being awake. His whole body ached, his head worst of all. It had been two days since his defete of Sephiroth, but the anger and fear he had felt then still filled him - topped with a constant, all over pain.

"Cloud, you can't carry on like this. You need to see someone about it, you shouldn't still be felling this way." Tifa spoke quietly, placing a comforting and almost maternal hand on his arm.

Cloud raised his hand to his head. It hurt so much he thought it might split in two, and the anger plagued him to a point that he feared for Tifa's safety in his presence.

"Who or what is it that's making you so angry?" Tifa asked, a slight irritation at Cloud's on going silence.

Cloud sat bolt upright and for a moment his mind became clear. It wasn't the anger of pain liguring from the last battle, it was being created by something, and he was almost certain he know what that was. "I need to find Vincent."