I know I know, I haven't been updating this as much as I should, but hey college isn't being nice to me this semester. So, this story has been cut back to weekends. Not to worry, I am writing another chapter now. Thanks for all of the reviews though. It makes me actually want to sit down and suffer through another chapter.

Disclaimer: I do NOT OWN Final Fantasy or any of its characters!

Wounds Of The Heart

Early the next morning, Tifa woke up and yawned. It had been a long night as she had many nightmares. She had tossed and turned so much that her covers were all messed up. Sighing, she wiggled out of them and grabbed her clothes to change into. Her brown eyes held some sadness as some of the moments in her nightmare flashed before her. It seemed that she would never be able to get her mind off of losing both of the boys that she loved so much. Shaking her head, she changed and looked in the mirror. A small smile came to her face as she imagined Cloud walking through her door and smiling as he wrapped his arms around her. The smile grew as she remembered her son's words. 'He will come back because you love him.' Such strong and yet, true words. Cloud would eventually come back. He always did. The pain in her heart seemed to be relieved for the moment as she laughed some. Her five year old son was smarter then her at times.

As she came out of her dream state, she heard struggling going on. Frowning, she snapped her head to the door and quickly ran to it. Opening it up quickly, she saw another silvered haired man pulling her son down the hall. "Stop!" she called, not even thinking to grab her Materia. She ran down the hall, only to skid to a halt as another silvered hair man stepped in front of her. Her eyes widened as he drew a sword. Tifa took a few steps back. "Give him back." she said, her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles were turning white.

"Tell us where Cloud is." the one with the long silver hair said.

"I don't know where he is. He left a long time ago. Hand over the child." she said, warning in her voice.

"I can't do that. I need to know where Cloud is."

She sighed as she couldn't get through to them. Looking up, she smirked. "You will just have to fight me then." she said, standing in a fighting stance. True, she hadn't fought in a few years, but that knowledge came flooding back as she ducked around the sword being swung at her. A smile came to her face as she could let out her aggression on this poor soul. A right jab came from her, followed by a left one. Over and over, she punched, trying to defeat him so that she could get Sora. It wasn't until she heard his tiny voice calling for him that she looked up for a brief second, only to see that he was being dragged out of the bar now. Her eyes widened as she ducked once again at the sword coming at her.

The silvered haired man smirked as he backed out of the bar slowly, still blocking her moves as best as he could. He could see that her anger was taking its toll now as she was franticly trying to get the boy back. "Bring Cloud and you may have the boy." he said, before vanishing out the door and to the bikes.

That didn't leave her much time, but the dark haired woman ran to her room and grabbed her Materia. With that she left the bar and ran after the bikes that had a great distance on her. Tears were filling her eyes as she realized that there was no she would be able to catch up with them. "Sora! Sora!" she called as she slowly stopped running. "Sora...no you can't leave me either." she said, cupping her face in her hands and crying. For now not only had she lost her love, but now her son as well. Things were turning from bad to worse. She couldn't seem to get a break.

To busy sulking over the events that just occurred and realizing that she couldn't get him back without Cloud, she sunk even lower. Tifa couldn't hear the bike coming from behind her until it was right up on her. She swung around, her fists ready to fight again. Although her eyes were full of tears so that everything was blurry, she still was going to fight, to regain what little family she had left. Through her tears she could see a man, and she gulped as she ready swing on him. However, her eyes didn't take in that there was no boy with this man. She continued to weep some as she stood there.

The man looked at her with a straight face, no emotion could be seen. He watched her actions for a while, and then sighed. "Need a lift?" he asked, pulling his glasses up to reveal bright blue eyes. He saw that expression on her face and looked away to the horizon.

Tifa gulped as she wiped her tears away and looked at him. A gasp came over her before her eyes widened. No, this was all a dream. He couldn't be right here. A small nod came from her as she watched him. However, he had changed. This had to be a dream. She didn't remember him being like this before, and then it hit her like a ton of bricks. He had been out on his own again, alone. He had reverted back to his old self. A sigh came from her as she didn't say anything. Tifa merely got on the back of the bike and wrapped her arms around him. She made sure that it wasn't to tight, like she normally would have. For something else was on his mind and she didn't want to make things worse, but smiling and saying how happy she was that he was back. For all, she knew he had no intension of running into her today.

The silent one rode on, although his cheeks were slightly pink as he realized that she was behind him. His heart was trying to do flips, but he wouldn't let it. He couldn't afford to give her that hope of him returning. Not until he finished what he had set out to do. "Where are you headed?" he asked, trying to mask his happiness that he was glad she was safe.

She smiled some as she remembered what is was like to be near him. Hearing him speak like he used to made the smile falter some. "To where those silver haired men are." she said, remembering that they had Sora. Her heart hurt as she recalled his voice calling for her to help him.

The blue eyed man looked back slightly. "Silver haired men?"

"They have my son." she said, sadly.

His hands gripped the bars of the bike tighter as he now how more on incentive to take those men down. They were already causing her pain by making him leave her alone, and now they took her son. "We will get him back." he said, looking ahead as he saw the bike trails and a smirk came to his face.

She smiled some as she nodded. 'Hold on, Sora. Mama's coming.'

Meanwhile, Sora was tied to a chair while the three were examining him. He frowned as he looked at them. They asked him questions about his father, but he couldn't answer them. Even if he could, he wouldn't. "When my mom gets here, you guys are going to be in trouble." he said, sticking out his tongue.

One of the men growled. He was the tallest of the three. His hair was the shortest as well. As soon as the boy stuck his tongue out, he backhanded him. "Show some respect."

"Loz.." the one with hair to his shoulders said, trying not to damage the child to much.

"Heh, is that all you got? My mom hits me harder then that." Sora snickered. However on the inside, he was worried that his mother wouldn't get here. He was scared that she wouldn't be able to find him.

Loz looked at him. "Kadaj, he looks just like him. You don't suppose..." he said, trailing off.

The one called Kadaj looked at Sora again and studied his face, then his eyes. "Those eyes, yes, they are like brothers." he said, with a twisted smirk on his face. A evil light laugh came from him as he turned his back on the small boy who was glaring at him.

Chapter End...

Dun Dun Dun, lol. Yeah, its surprising how fast I can write a chapter when I really want to. Welp, I hope that you like this as much as I do. I really love Sora. Poor thing. Although this is just the beginning of the drama. Stay tuned for more. See ya soon, and don't forget to review!