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Sentient Love

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII and I'm making no money here either. All of this is purely for entertainment purposes only.

Summary: Dreams lead Cloud back to The Forgotten City where he comes into contact with a spirit made flesh. A blast from the past wants this young avatar for their own devious designs and it is up to the ex-SOLDIER to protect him at all costs. Language, MM, OC, Violence

Chapter Five

Cloud reached down and picked up a shiny piece of blue sea glass. It was felt perfectly smooth and the sea had polished it up nicely. He placed it within his netlike baggie along with shells he had found and continued swimming along the sandy bottom of the coral reef. He swam through beams of brilliant sunlight, witnessing a whole other world through the glass goggles he was wearing. All manners of colorful fish swam around him and he could see all kinds of exotic plant life. It was a blue world filled with all manner of brilliant hues.

A medium sized rainbow colored fish swam by him and Yuffie was holding onto its tail. She looked back at him and waved with a big grin on her face. He waved back and felt himself smiling, too. What she was doing looked like a lot of fun. The fish was smaller than Mr. Dolphin and didn't look like it was being bothered by Yuffie hitching a free ride at all.

It made him wish that he had an underwater camera. Perhaps he would see if he could find himself one. It would be really cool to take pictures of all the fun stuff they were doing and make some kind of album or scrapbook. Something to hold these kind of precious memories that can be so easily forgotten, so that when depression punched him hard in the throat, he'd be able to open it up and take in all the good stuff.

Maybe I should keep myself a journal from now on. Write only the good things I can remember about Zack and Aerith. I can keep it on the altar. Create a positive space I can retreat to. A room where I can feel them with me.

Something shiny caught his eye and he dove down to take a look. On the bed surface he spotted a gorgeous shell poking out of the white sand. When he picked it up, he discovered it to be the size of his palm and deep enough to hold some dry beach sand in it. It would make the perfect natural incense burner. It was pale pink in color with reddish looking spots here and there. He placed it in his bag and kicked off the bottom towards the surface for some air.

His blond head broke the blue surface and he drew sweet air into his lungs. He pushed his goggles back and tied his baggie to his waist and floated on his back in the warm sunlight. The water moved under him, causing him to gently bob up and down on the surface. In this tiny moment, he felt absolutely free.

Zack whistled. "Boy oh boy, the price of freedom is steep."

"Yes," Cloud bit his bottom lip and looked up at the sky. His eyes stung and he shook his head in order to keep from crying again. "And you bought it for me."

Yuffie broke the surface a few feet away and waved to him before diving back under. She looked to be having a blast herself. The teen was looking for treasure no doubt. She would probably keep diving until dark. That's how obsessed she got when it came to treasure hunting. There was no telling what she might discover along the reef…and that suddenly made him really paranoid. The last thing he wanted was for Yuffie's curiosity to piss off a sea monster and cause it to go on a rampage. That would really cut into Tifa's sunbathing and he didn't want to see her pissed again.

He put his goggles back on, made sure his baggie was secure, and dove back underwater with a gentle splash.

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Tifa had her eyes closed, but narrowed them when she felt a shadow looming over her. She squinted one eye open in irritation at having the sun blocked, but opened the other one when she saw that it was a very sour looking Vincent. She sat up on her lounger. "Are you okay?" She asked, looking up at him in concern. "What happened?" The poor guy looked like he'd been sucking on a lemon while being tossed around in a storm.

"Where's Yuffie?" He deadpanned, sounding even more miserable than when she first met the poor guy.

She pointed her index finger out towards the rolling waves that were crashing gently against the white shoreline. "She's swimming out there with Cloud. I assume they're exploring the reef for shells and treasure no doubt."

Vincent gazed out to where she was pointing. He leaped up into the air, shooting off like a bullet towards the reef and splashed down in the water like a comet. She got to her feet and ran a little bit towards the sea, suddenly seeing him rising out of the water with Yuffie writhing all pissed in his arms.

"What the hell are you doing, Vincent?" Yuffie was yelling and kicking her legs as they both soared overhead back towards Cloud's villa. "Put me down this instant! I almost had that treasure! Damn it! Now Cloud's gonna win!"

Tifa watched them go and scratched the back of her head. She turned back to the sea, spotting Cloud when his blond head broke the surface. He quickly began to swim back to shore and there was something really big chasing him at high speed.

"Oh, shit!" She hissed when she realized it was a Giant Bottomswell that was after him. "CLOUD!" She yelled, frantically jumping up and down, frantically waving her arms like a mad person. "HURRY!" She turned to the people on the beach. "GET BACK! MONSTER ATTACK! RUN!" And that was all anybody needed to hear. They ran with no questions asked.

"FIREBALL!" She heard Cloud yell from behind and the entire beach shook from the sudden explosion. She spun around in time to see the Giant Bottomswell be engulfed in a gigantic ball of flame. It writhed, shrieked, and collapsed into the water with a huge splash and sizzle.

The resulting splash sent a whooping Cloud straight to shore on a giant wave. She turned and fled. "Goddamn it!" She shrieked as the wave crashed behind her as she jumped behind a lounge chair. The wave deposited Cloud on the beach with his head in the sand before rolling back out.

She peeked over the chair to see Cloud lifting his head out of the sand and getting to his knees. He was coughing, spitting out sand, and making all kinds of funny faces as he clawed at his tongue with his sand covered hands.

Gods he's powerful…and so pathetically adorable…it hurts…

Just where the hell had he gotten that materia? Hadn't she taken it all from him and locked it up? She hated it when he kept secrets and hid things from her. She was going to have to search the whole villa now when he was out.

She stood up and swore she'd never seen someone's eyes get so big when he spotted her looking at him the way she was. He looked just like a little boy who'd been caught with his hand in the goodie jar without Mother's permission. It would be cute if she wasn't so mad.

"What the hell was that about?" She asked, walking up to him.

"Yuffie," he gagged, still pawing at his tongue. "Treasure…"

She rolled her eyes. "Of course."

She wasn't even going to mention the materia. The sand in his mouth was punishment enough. She hoped it tasted really nasty.

"My bag!" He gasped, checking himself and breathed a sigh of relief when he'd found it. He stumbled to his big feet and she helped to steady him against her better judgment. "Water?"

"Come on," she sighed, shaking her head. "I'm going to have a talk with that girl."

"Vincent?" He wheezed.

"Flew off with her," she answered, leading him across the beach to the vendor who was peeking out over his stall. The poor vendor looked clearly shaken by seeing that giant monster rise up out of the ocean like that. He surely believed the world had been about to end again. "He clearly only confides in her now. I can't believe he just flew off without helping you."

Cloud made a face at her. "Did I look like I needed any help?" He asked, puffing out his broad chest. "I took care of it all by myself."

"Everything is okay now," Tifa ignored him and calmly assured the rattled vendor as she helped Cloud into a seat. "My dumb blond friend here successfully shooed away the enemy and he would simply adore a glass of your finest water to wash his grainy mouth out with."

Cloud gave her a hurt look, which caused her to ruffle his hair as hard as she could. He growled at her. It only served to make her ruffle harder.

The vendor was more than happy to serve them both.

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Rufus put down his expensive, high-powered binoculars and looked at Reno on his left and then at Rude on his right. "Did you two see that?" He asked, doing his very best not to gawk like some captivated tourist. That had been the biggest fireball he'd ever seen someone shoot. That was MASTER level magic right there. The kind of magic that was rare and damn near godlike. "He took that giant sea beast down with one massive hit." He'd only ever seen one other do something like that, and thankfully that bastard was dead and rotting in a sunken crater.

"Did you see how his head went under the sand?" Reno asked, laughing out loud. "He came up spitting and clawing like a puppy."

Rude never made a sound. He was probably thanking the gods that he wasn't the one on the receiving end of that fiery attack. The last time he'd faced Cloud, he'd ended up in the hospital. He wasn't in any hurry for that sort of thing to happen again.

Rufus elbowed Reno and took another look through the binoculars. Cloud was taking a drink from a tall glass, looking to be swishing it about in his mouth, gargling, and then turned his head and spat. Rufus made a face, but didn't comment on just how gross that was to him. Cloud continued doing that several times before ordering another glass. Rufus watched him down the whole thing in seconds.

He whistled.

I wonder if he's that fast with liquor?

"Come on," Rufus said, rising to his feet. "It is time to put my plan in action."

"Boss," Rude said, rising with him. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," he answered, walking away from the railing he'd been spying from. "You have to hit me hard enough to knock me out. That's all. What's so hard about that?"

"The hitting you part, Boss," Reno answered for Rude. "We don't like that bit."

Rufus stopped and turned to look at them. They didn't want to hit him? Everyone wanted to hit him. Many wanted to see him severely injured or dead.

Well, they are my TURKS. I take care of them. They want for nothing. Of course they don't want to harm me or see me harmed by others. Then who would buy them pretty shiny so they can entertain themselves? Nobody.

"I'm only going to be mad if you fail to knock me out," Rufus said, turning to walk away once more. He didn't need to look to know they were following him. They always followed him. They were like his shadows. Always there.

And when I finally get Cloud on my side, I'll be sure to up their pay again. Maybe I'll even buy them some new vehicles to run around in. That will make them happy.

He narrowed his eyes.

Happy? I want to make them happy? I have changed. Since when did I start caring if people were happy?

"Um, Boss?" Rude asked from behind.

"Hmm?" He asked over his shoulder.

Reno chuckled. "The yacht is docked back that way…at the dock…"

Rufus stopped. He'd been walking in the opposite direction. In fact, he had no idea where he'd been going or why.

"Right," he said, quickly changing direction. "I was just testing the two of you to see if you were paying attention."

Both men bowed, but gave each other a worried glance after Rufus passed between them.

I am going to make myself a part of their little group. They will have no choice but to take me under their wings. No way will they leave me to fend for myself. They are too goody-goody and heroic to ever do that. Surely they've forgotten all about that little execution ordeal. I only meant it at the time. Now I feel really bad for having done it.

He stopped in his tracks.

No! Not again! I'm not going to beat myself up over that. Not this time. I know! I know! If they had been killed, the whole world probably wouldn't be here right now. I know! I KNOW! Oh, I wish I could forget everything. I was so arrogant and self assured that I wouldn't fail. I can't believe I thought Shinra could stand up to the forces of the Planet itself and win.

"You okay, Boss?" Reno asked, stepping up beside him.

Rude stepped up on his other side, looking at him from behind the dark sunglasses he never took off.

He nodded. "I'm fine, Reno. Let's just get back so we can go over this plan one final time before implementing it."

They followed him.

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Vincent landed on a red rooftop and put Yuffie down. She had kicked and squirmed the whole way. "I can't believe you did that!" She yelled at him, spinning around on him. "I was this close to getting that treasure! Why did you do that for?"

"I think I made Cid cry…"

That stopped her in her tracks. She looked up at him and blinked several times. There was no way she had heard that correctly.

Cid cry? No way! He's too badass for that.

"You what?" She asked, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "What did you do?"

"We fought," Vincent deadpanned, looking away from her. "It got violent. He dumped a trashcan over my head and banged it really hard. It hurt my ears."

"What did you do?" She repeated, trying to picture what he'd just said without snorting.

"I transformed, tossed him off a bed, chased him down, destroyed a door, may have started a small fire, and then tormented him for a good while before finally leaving him to suffer for what he'd done to me," he listed off on fingers. "He told me that he thought it was me he was kissing. He'd forgotten which side I was sitting on, so he'd kissed the dark headed guy on the other side thinking he was me."

Yuffie blinked her eyes some more, doing her very best to take all that in and process it. That was the most she'd ever heard Vincent blab in such a short period of time. And that's exactly what he was doing. He was blabbing, like he was lost and very confused.

"I want him to suffer," Vincent growled, flexing his talons. "But, I couldn't stand it when he started crying in the hay."

"Hay?" She asked.

"The stables," Vincent answered. "I tossed him into the hay or something like that. He went down easily enough. All that drinking and smoking. Makes a person weak."

"He was drunk and thought he was kissing you?" She asked him, finally realizing just how dumb this whole thing was.

Vincent nodded. "But, he was still kissing another guy. That's wrong."

"Yes," she told him. "It was wrong. It still is wrong, but he was drunk off his ass and thought he was kissing you, which means he was only thinking of you."

Vincent narrowed his eyes. "It doesn't matter."

"Doesn't it?" She asked him. "Do you want it to be over? Cid doesn't. Not if you left him crying in the hay."

"I wish him to suffer," Vincent told her, nodding his head, looking as if he were convincing himself it was just. "He deserves it. This will teach him just how bad getting drunk is. I don't mind him drinking every now and then, but not…" He stopped himself and cursed under his breath.

"See?" Yuffie grinned from ear to ear. "You want to forgive him. You just don't know how. You've never forgiven have you?"

Vincent looked as if he wanted to stomp his foot, pout and start crying himself.

Oh, my gods! Praise them for I am single. Men are such babies. They are worse than children.

"Wait a day or two to cool down," she said, walking up to him and wrapping her arms around him, doing her very best to soothe him. "Then go to him and do what I'm doing right now. Just hug him. Don't say anything. You don't even have to say you forgive him or that you're sorry for beating the hell out of him. The hug will say it all and then after kissing and the makeup sex, the two of you will be at ease to talk with one another."

Vincent was silent for several moments. She looked up at him and saw that he looked to be taking in and processing everything she had just told him.

"Now," she said, letting him go. "Can we go back to the beach? I want to get my treasure."

Vincent nodded, picked her up, and they both took to the air again.

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Streams of opalescent light gleamed as he ascended crystal bright pillar steps that led up to the quartz domed temple. All around him memories echoed like naked bones being exposed to the pearly rays of the full moon. He could hear the cheerful laughter, he could taste the salty tears of anguish, he could feel the sharp sting of burning black hatred, and all around him he could see the bliss of hope.

Oh, such love…

Upon awakening, for a split second, he had looked through the lime-green eyes of the last Ancient, and he had seen a young man who looked at the world with blue eyes that had witnessed too much sadness. The soul which was shrouded within those bones was naked, trembling as if in a constant winter, battered, bruised, horribly scarred, weeping tears that cut, and that soul was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

He had felt his female vessel smile, and he had been about to call his name and reach out to him, but that was when the pain had come from the back and stole the female's breath. The vessel had stiffened, lime-green eyes widening in shock, but the serene smile had remained in order to try and comfort the blue-eyed boy who looked as if he were about to shatter into a billion particles.

Oh, such pain.

Standing in the center of the temple, he used the light around him to take a beautiful and pleasing shape. He raised his head and lifted his arms, calling upon the very elements in which he controlled. Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water.

Holy.

Holy. Holy. Holy.

The water all around the temple began to glow an emerald green. He began to dance to the sound of The Planet's heartbeat. Shimmering wisps of Lifestream began to rise from the water and swirl around him, filling the temple with brilliant radiance. Within the Lifestream, he could hear a million-million voices. It was all laughter, singing, prayer, happiness, and love. Oh, it was such love.

"Come." He spoke with a voice that could command a mountain to bow.

Within the Lifestream, he saw a figure begin to take shape and was walking towards him. The closer this figure got, the more physical it began to look.

"Hi!" The tall, spiky, sable-headed young man with sky blue eyes greeted him with a warm smile and friendly wave. "So, why have you called me here? I was in the middle of a game. I was winning."

"Will you walk with him?" Holy asked the spirit.

The dark headed young man cocked his spiky head to the side, looking like a big eyed puppy. "Huh?"

"He will never die," Holy told the spirit. "Mother will never let Cloud Strife die. The Planet needs him. The Planet will keep him forever. He is immortal. Will you walk with him?"

Those sky blue eyes suddenly looked a million years into the distance and they widened.

"Will you have him walk alone forever?" Holy asked, walking up to the tall ghost. "He will never be able to be with you as he is now. Even if he were to try and destroy himself, as long as one cell remains living, Mother will keep bringing him back. Will you walk with him, Zack Fair?"

Ghostly tears spilled from those azure skies. "Chocobo Head…" He gazed all around him as if trying to hear another voice within the Lifestream.

Another figure stepped from the green glow and Holy took a step back. This figure was beautiful, graceful, and clothed in emerald splendor. She wrapped her glowing white arms around Zack Fair's waist and pressed herself up against his broad back.

"Go, Zack," she spoke, giggling and that empathy was contagious. The air was filled with happiness. "Walk with him."

Holy lowered his head. "You are not as he is. You are spirit. You will become as Odin, as Bahamut, as Leviathan."

"A Summon?" Zack asked. "You will make me a Summon?"

"Yes." Holy answered with a smile on his glowing ruby red lips, lifting his head. "I will make you a Summon only he can call upon. The two of you will be eternally bound to the other. His undying love and devotion to you will grant you physical form and power for a short duration of time in the material world."

The female behind Zack poked her head over his broad shoulder and those lime-green eyes were smiling at him. It was she who had called and raised him from his deep sleep. The voice of The Planet. She who Mother had taken as her own. Those radiant white arms tightened around Zack.

"He will always depend on me though," Zack said, frowning and looking torn. "He will never learn to stand on his own."

"And why should he have to stand on his own, Zack Fair?" Holy asked him. "He has stood on his own, and if you do not agree to this, he will always stand on his own, forever. Forever alone and always standing on his own. Only through you will he rise and shine and be the eternal defender of The Planet."

"Aerith?"

"If you choose to walk with Cloud," she answered him. "Like him, you can never come back here until all is done and there is nothing left."

He looked torn.

"He needs you," Holy told him. "He will need you more than ever if he is to do what must be done."

"Must be done…"

Again those eyes were shown a world that would be should he not agree.

"Choose," Holy spoke and his voice was love. All around him was warmth, peace, and love. Everything was right. Everything was as it should be. He held out his hand. "Come."

"I'll be here," Aerith whispered, slowly releasing him. "I'll always be here watching until we're all together again."

"I love him," Zack whispered, slowly lifting his hand and tears were streaming from his eyes. "I chose to be a hero and save him. I died and left him all alone in the rain. How can he ever forgive me?"

"Take my hand," Holy beamed, filling the world with light. "All will be well."

Zack Fair placed his hand within Holy's and the world became song. Holy embraced the weeping spirit and began to spin. He spoke the ancient words of power, feeling himself filling with joy.

He ignored the growing storm as if it were a thousand years away.

To be continued…

Please review and tell me what you think. Blessings to all.

~Flora
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