A/N: The prompt 'Find' could've been used for either Denzel or Cloud, as they did find each other. I wanted to focus on Denzel, though. Cute little boy, all alone in the world with no where to go. He finds this bike and subsequently finds a home within the owner of said bike. No, the scene doesn't go exactly like in the movie, as he tries to call his parents and has an attack in that one. I like this version, though. It's quieter, and shows Denzel's thoughts on being found by this quiet young man-child. (And I see Cloud as being half grown and half stuck in his teenage years. He didn't get to grow up properly.)

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII Characters and Places belong to Square Enix.

He stumbled through the rubble of Sector Seven, a lead pipe in his hand dragging across the hard dirt ground. Broken pipes, rusted metal and heaps upon mounds of metal scraps surrounded him. He looked around with dead eyes, his mouth a tired, grim line; he had seen far worse as of late.

Slowly, he made his way out of Sector Seven into Sector Six, looking to be in about the same state as all the other sectors of the slums of Midgar. His mouth twisted then as he felt tears well up in his eyes; Midgar was a dead city. Everyone who had refused to leave was sick, injured, dying or dead. His parents had been missing since the fall of Sector Seven. He was alone and sick. The black ichor that had started to spread like ink spilled on paper was dark and sticky on his forehead, constantly trickling at least a little bit of thick ooze, showing that he was as sick as the rest of them.

He sighed a little, bumping his lead pipe against a few bits of rubble and piping, watching them it with a dull interest in dead blue eyes. He looked up once in a while to make sure he wasn't going to run into anything harmful, like monsters or a gang of some sort trying to make a living. So far, all it had been was empty space, just rubble and corpses to keep him company.

After a long time of walking, Denzel stopped and looked up again to try and gather his bearings. Right in front of him was a large structure still standing as if everything was fine with the world and nothing had gone awry recently. It was a church, of all things. So maybe there is a God. He thought, frowning a bit as he walked towards it curiously. As he got closer to the structure, he noticed something else that was strange: a shiny black motorcycle.

His eyes widened as somewhere deep inside of him, the curiousity of the little ten year old he actually was piqued. He ran towards the motorcycle, stopping just a foot from it to stare at his reflection in the shiny black metal.

Dropping his pipe, Denzel slowly raised his hand and ran grubby fingers along the motorbike, making sure not to actually touch it in case he got it dirty. He looked around to make sure no one was around, before he started to walk around the machine, staring at the engine and all the funny little gears.

"Hey,"

Denzel froze up at the sound of a deep, male voice, eyes wide in terror. He looked over his shoulder to see a tall man standing there with blonde hair and blue eyes that had an odd green shine to them. The man seemed…sad. Lonely.

Like him.

"What're you doing here, kid?" The man asked then, walking over to him. He had a large sword on his back that Denzel's eyes fixed on in fascination. The man seemed to notice his fixation and looked back at the sword himself. "Ah, that's just to protect me from monsters." He shrugged as if he could care less, before stopping in front of Denzel, kneeling in front of him. "You lost or something?"

Slowly, he nodded.

"Do you know where your parents are?"

He shook his head.

"…Do you know if they're…?"

Again, he shook his head. He heard the man mutter a curse and he scratched his forehead in habit, wincing as his nails scraped across the stigma. He whimpered softly, face scrunching up.

"What's wrong?" Denzel pulled his hand away, showing the man the black ooze from his illness. Another oath was muttered and the man sighed, flipping open a cell phone he kept on his person. He held a hand up for Denzel to be quiet for a moment, looking out into the distance as he listened to the other line. "Hey," he said then suddenly as the other person picked up. "I found a kid by the church. He's sick and hasn't got any parents. Looks like some of the orphaned kids in Edge." He paused, nodding quietly. "That's what I was thinking. Alright, I'll bring him over. Thanks Tifa." He hung up then and looked at Denzel. "Alright, you're going to come with me, okay? I'm going to bring you to live with a friend of mine. Her name's Tifa." He paused, looking unsure. "Are you crying?"

Denzel shook his head even as he wiped his eyes with the back of his dirty hand. He wasn't crying. Not because he was sad, anyhow.

He was crying because he was finally found.