The days seem longer, much more drawn out then they once was, or maybe it just me feeling this. Everyone seems on edge, the spark fueling the hated of the people. War in it coldest form, I feel afraid, but not for myself but for the child within me, for I wish I could be strong again.

As I ran from the water droplets, I couldn't help to stand and wonder. Tifa once said something about how the world changed from when it was in ShinRa hands to Sephiroth's. Sure when Sephiroth came to power people started living in the rich and wealth homes they never thought possible, but in came with a price, be a follower and hope you will not be killed or …

People running for their lives, a man, no a monster smirked as he calmly walked to his non-believer, the town people looked terrified as the Silver haired monster came close to the traitor.

'Y…you Monster.' The traitor snarled, the man knew he was about to die and he wanted to prove Sephiroth wrong.

'My, my harsh word for your God, you need a lesson in manners.'

'MONSTER,' the man screamed as he held a simple butcher knife, ready to die, ready to kill. 'I WILL HAVE PEACE IN MY LIFE!' I could never forget no I could but…

The monster smirked even more, his eyes dance with amusement, and his hand clinch his sword. All I know is I seen red, Blood never looked so Beautiful, so…

"You need to stop spacing out." A deep, strong, yet familiar voice call out within the rain.

"You need to stop sneaking about; it's unhealthy for you, dear twin brother." I smile, as the man I call brother step out from the darkness.

"Whatever." I couldn't help to laugh, his ever so favorite word is seemingly way to cliché for his taste, but it fits him. "Would you stop laughing, we need to get home."

"Okay, okay just calm down little Lion." I know I should go this far when pushing his button, but it so funny to see his reactions.

"Little Lion," He flinch at my nickname for him, but suddenly start to smirk, and when he smirks you know you're dead. "Well then it seems the 'Angel of Strife' can crack a few jokes, I'm as you put it 'Little', then you should be able to find your oh, so favorite Winged -Heart necklace, that just got gone, oh I don't know five seconds ago. " He said what now; no, oh no he did not just. I guided my left hand to my neck to feel for the Necklace, which just so happen to be in his hand, great.

"Angel you brought this on yourself."

After I got my necklace back, somehow, we started to walk back home. For some unknowing reason I start to think, well about our appearance. He has somewhat short brown hair, cold gray eyes, slightly tan/pale skin, and stood at 5'11 with a slight built. Looking over my own appearance, it hit me to realize how different my brother and I look. I had extremely long blond hair that isn't spiky, wicked red eyes, pale skin, and stood at 5'6 with a somewhat of a built. Oh, and for at weird fanboys who want to know if I have Tifa's boobs, yes I have them and they kill my back. Sixteen years old and I already has back pain, I still wonder how Tifa fought with these.

"What are you thinking about?" Look up at my brother in questioning glance.

"Wha, sorry I didn't hear you I was trying to see the possibility of Zell getting a hotdog."

Author's Notes

So what did everyone think? I understand if you don't understand what going on so I will try to explain.

With Tifa's book anything for it will be underline.

Flashbacks and Dreams are Italic

So… I'm guessing a lot of people know who her Brother is, and for those who don't it Squall Leonhart. And sorry if he seems a bit out of character.

Anyone seen Hetalia, ya that were I got the Boobs cause back pain.

Everyone who has played FF8 knows how hard Zell tries to get a hotdog, poor guy.

I don't own Final Fantasy 7 or Final Fantasy 8 and I never will.