The title of my story, for those of you who don't speak Japanese, means "please write it again." I thought that was apt for this story.

It had been sad, saying goodbye to his friends - sadder than he'd thought it would be. Tifa cried, of course, and so did Marlene and Denzel. His other friends were surprisingly quiet and supportive, but that made it worse in a lot of ways. Vincent's expression didn't change, but Cloud suddenly knew that the ex-Turk would have shed a tear, if he hadn't forgotten how to cry years ago. That firmed his resolve and he made a slightly rash promise - when he was back, back in that previous time, he would make sure to seek out and befriend each and every one of them again.

That made a few smiles appear, and once again he was struck by how much he liked these people. But this was something he needed to do, and so one evening Cloud fell asleep in his room above Seventh Heaven...

...And woke up ten years in the past.