A/N: A friend of mine has been asking me to re-publish an old fic of mine, Final Fantasy 7-2. I have decided to re-write it. Hopefully, it will be better.

Midgar. It was a mere shadow of what it once was. After Meteor, things changed. Tornadoes had destroyed Midgar. It was no longer a 'two-story' city. It was just a larger city amongst the world.

Former Avalanche members could never rest. Cloud, Vincent, Cid, Red XIII, and two ex-Turks, Rude and Reno, joined together. The Turks had put aside differences to preserve world peace. They lived in a building recently constructed for them.

This new home had twelve rooms. It was a white Victorian, just big enough for them. It had two floors, with the top containing bedrooms. There was an excess of bedrooms, allowing guests to come often. It had a large kitchen, and three bathrooms. The living room held trophies. Weapons, uniforms and such adorned it.

Cloud Strife was a destroyed man. His mind was a wreck. He had insomnia, anxiety, and anything else stress brought. He was disgraced by his fellow comrades. Yuffie Kisaragi had become a materia thief. She did hit and run missions to add to her arsenal. Tifa Lockhart divorced Cloud after six months of marriage. She recently was diagnosed with Mako Poisoning. She died one week before. Cait Sith was shut-down by Reeve as he was too busy for games anymore. He had a world to put back together.

Cloud spent long hours staring out the window. He never let his past die. He wouldn't be happy. In early morning when he found an hour of sleep, he would end up crying himself to sleep. He had been emotionally shattered. He couldn't, no, he wouldn't, let it go. Cloud was an emotional wreck.

"Hello Cloud." announced a voice from behind.

A man in a red suit appeared at his door. He had well-combed black hair, cut almost expertly. He had black leather shoes on. He carried a briefcase, that looked very heavy to Cloud.

"What do you want?" Cloud sighed.

"I am a representative of Cosmo Canyon. We have been attacked by a woman, who steals our materia and runs out. We tried to fight her off, but she killed half the militia. Please help." announced the man.

"Fine. We will be there tomorrow."

Cloud grabbed his radio lying on his bed.

"Cid, this is Cloud. Prepare the Highwind. We got a mission." Cloud announced.

"Got it. I'll get her on." he replied.

Cloud turned to find the man gone, traceless. He walked out toward the landing dock. He hated this life so much. He just wanted to fade away. Unfortunately, he couldn't. He was too public of a figure. He stopped, sighed, and advanced.

Cloud thought for a moment. He wasn't the only person with problems. Reno had become addicted to cocaine and his life and fortune was in ruin. Rude had finally become mute after a knife to the throat. He actually wished he'd talked more. Vincent had his problems, Hojo, Lucrecia, and others he kept to himself. Red XIII was blamed for Bugenhagen's death and was shunned by those he was to protect. Cid was wanted in Rockter Town for assault and battery. He had beaten Shera ti the point of death.

Cloud got ready for there new job with a mere tear in his eye…