Cid yelled at a pilot, "What the fuck are you doing, man?" A young, red haired pilot nervously flipped switches on his plane dashboard. He had entered Cid's school of pilotry to start an air delivery service, and was now severely regretting it. The Tiny Bronco sputtered to the ground slowly, damaging the landing gears heavily as it landed.

"Oh my god! In all my fuckin' years of flying this fuckin' ship, you are the worst mother fuckin' engineer yet! You fail!" The pilot ran away, crying. Cid lit a cigarette, and took a long drag from it. Barret walked towards him, wielding an Ultimate Weapon in his hands. He had learned to carry it very well, and could now do many of Cloud's famous tricks with it.

"'Sup, fool!" Cid stared blankly at the sky, and then responded, "Where's Cloud? He hasn't been here all day, and he's makin' me worry."

Barret heartily laughed, and then replied in a joyful tone, "You? Worry? That's such an awkward combination! Although I know what you're talking about. He makes me worry a bit too." Nanaki ran towards the two on the tarmac at full speed, and he ducked just as a shuriken flew over his head.

"You bastard! How dare you steal my phlogiston!" A typical lovers struggle. Ever since Nanaki fell for the lass...

"And what happened with Vince?" he followed up his question.

"He said that Tifa's warmth and comfort awaits. I think he meant that they were sleeping in that coffin together." Barret responded with a tone that can only be explained as flamboyant.

"Come back here so I can kill you!" Yuffie's childish screams echoed across Rocket Town. Cid thought, So that means that... Cloud's abandoned the Teef? And she fell for Vincent? That's a damn strange turn of events.

Cid then reached out, and grabbed Yuffie by the collar. "Relax, damn it! It's not like we don't have another thousand tons or so stored up!" Yuffie sighed, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Come, Nanaki." Nanaki followed the ninja as they headed towards the buggy. Their warehouse was all of the way in Nibelheim.

He took another long drag from his cigarette, then through the inch long butt on the ground, and stamped it out. "Well," he responded, "I've got to prepare the festivities. I'm gettin' married today, and this is my last scheduled lesson." Barret nodded, and started running for the Tiny Bronco. Barret was a great repairman, now that he learned from Cid.

Cloud walked to the altar on which Aerith died. He had come a long way from Nibelheim to see her one last time, before he left the waking world.

"Hello Aerith." He went up to the altar, in a praying position and, in his mind, Aerith responded.

'Cloud, why are you here?'

He hesitated, and then replied, "Tifa's gone. I can't stand life without her. You and her were the reasons for life I had, and you and she are gone."

'Are you quite sure she's gone?' she asked with a duh sort of tone.

Cloud thought for a moment, and then answered, "Yes, I am sure of it. I could not find her, no matter where I looked."

'Well then, if you are unwilling to look, then you can commit suicide. But please just look for her once more?' Aerith was somewhat worried for him.

"You knew I was planning to come here and commit suicide?"

'Yes, Cloud.'

"Interesting... but look. She's dead. I've looked on all four corners of the earth for her, to no avail. You are my last angel, the last person that I have to keep me from losing my mind. And the only way to see you, truly, again, is to go to the Promised Land. And since I am not a spaceship designer, nor a Cetra, the only way to get there is through your guiding light. Please, Aerith, help me come to you."

Aerith was flattered by these words. It seems like he's been thinking of this for a long time. 'Okay, Cloud,' the Cetra angel replied, 'here's what you're going to do to join me in the Promised Land. But before you start this, are you sure you don't want to continue looking for her?'

"I am sure." Cloud answered with a metallic will. He would join his angel in a world.

'Okay then, Cloud,' Aerith nervously responded. She had never done this before, seeing as how it was a process just discovered for those Cetra who had human loved ones. "First, jump into the Lifestream. Next, go down to the Holy materia and grab it. Afterwards, swim to me, and hold my right hand with the Holy materia in your hand as well. You'll then have to fight... oh my."

"What is it?" Cloud heard a challenge in her hesitation.

'Well, remember Gi Nittak? Picture him the size of 3 Ruby Weapons.' Aerith was very scared.

"I think I can handle it, what then?" Cloud's sense of optimism and confidence surpassed all other.

'It will compress itself into a black hole of sorts, pulling everything in.' Aerith turned a page in her Cetra spellbook. 'That's where you jump into it. If I set up the ritual right, you will appear next to me in the Promised Land.'

"Okay, Aerith, I'm ready. Are you ready?" Cloud asked the nervous Cetra.

'Yes, Cloud, I am ready.'

With that, Cloud jumped into the Lifestream. He didn't know exactly where the Holy materia was after it fell from her altar, but he was sure he could find it. He remembered where he placed her body into the Lifestream, and there it lie, perfectly preserved. He frantically searched around, until he spotted a small orb. Racing towards it, he examined it. Fire2 materia. Then he noticed that there was a Striking Staff next to it. Aerith's old materia. He examined each orb, and found Holy about a foot away from the staff. He then swam over to Aerith, which was a feat in itself, for he had almost run out of air. He held the Holy materia in his left hand, and with his left hand, held Aerith's lifeless hand. Suddenly, he was teleported to another realm, a very large, grassy field judging from what he could see. That's when he saw the humongous monster.

Vincent examined the now cleaned house. He had woken up at 1:00 AM, judging by his electronic watch, and cleaned Shinra Mansion from top to bottom. It was now 12:00 AM judging from the same watch, and he had worked all day to have everything look nice. Not a speck of dust was visible even to the microscope, not a single piece of trash existed in the mansion. Just right for Tifa to wake to. Now to make breakfast. Vincent never seemed to tire, except in battle. But now he had to remember, what was his darling's favorite breakfast. He sat down on a large, desk chair, and took a moment to think. The moment grew into moments, which grew into hours... he had drawn a blank. It shone 6:29 AM on his watch when he finally remembered what she liked.

Tifa loves omelettes with sautéed onions, green peppers, and a touch of salt! he remembered Cloud's words as he tried to be a chef a while ago. Might as well run down to Nibel Market and buy these things quickly... Nibel Market happened to have just gotten a new shipment of fresh vegetables and eggs just as he got there. It cost him 1,248 gil for the required ingredients. Vincent slapped the money on the counter and ran back to Shinra Mansion. How the hell do I cook omelettes? was the question that kept running into his mind as he ran, but he was determined to cook Tifa's favorite food for her. He ran into the masterwork kitchen and looked at a recipebook for egg dishes. "Step one," he read, "grease frying pan, fry eggs into a sort of oval shape? This book is a load of crap, I might as well use Father's recipe for omelettes. He used to make the best omelettes ever..." As he was pulled into an eggy flashback, a rooster crowed out. Damn, gotta cook this omelette now! he thought as he set up the frying pan and the ingredients.

By the time he was done, the omelette looked perfect in everyway. Vincent must've unlocked a weird talent in his cooking, and his Chaos gene surprisingly didn't activate. He walked down to the mansion basement, holding his fresh plate of egg ecstasy in his hands.

-o-He thinks I didn't activate? The fool! Watch your guard, Valentine, you're letting it down! Tifa will find my surprise quite painful!-o- Chaos contemplated within the confines of Valentine's mind, waiting for a day to come. where he can fully release his monstrous spirit...

TBC...

A/N:Well, it wasn't a one shot, like I said. Woo, a big chapter for man, one novella for mankind. Note how I am using 3 sides of different stories.

-Tauren Chieftain