A/N: more drabbles. and a tragedy oneshot inspired by a prompt on pinterest about the most tragic scene between a boy and girl, who've never met before… Should be fun. *insert disclaimer*

Avenged sevenfold, welcome to the family.

It was strange to think this way of Cloud, but the blonde had become very much like family to him- in a strange way. Always fighting it, not accepting- aggressive... But that was part of the deal, he guessed. He himself was the same way for the same reason- losing all those he cared about and being subject to a scientist's needle and scalpel for years. He felt sorry for him and attached to him even as much as the blonde angered him, but soon enough it wouldn't be an issue. He knew that one of them would lose- and he was certain it would be the blonde, and then they would rampage together.

Fallout Boy, Sugar we're going down

It was an awful thing to feel, this sudden rejection. Vincent decided he had a right to spy, as much as he felt the pain of losing his relationship with Lucrecia over something so confusing and dark. So he sat hiding in the closet, jealousy and disgust filling him as he watched what occurred in those tainted sheets with the love of his life, and a man he'd come to despise. And when the time came that she regretted going along with the horrible things the other man did with the child, it was too late to win her back. The bullet penetrated his heart.

Paramore, Fences.

"They won't ever see you as normal anymore. They're all the same, so quick to judge those who show any superiority over them. There's no turning back anymore." The tall demon who was a hero seemed to caress the words into his mind. "I can help, if you let me in. Help you escape the thoughts they can't keep inside." A deep lull.

"Shut up." The blonde said and went back to sleep.

Stone Sour, through glass.

Facing the others again had been difficult after what he'd done. Facing her was worse. He wanted to hope she'd seen him no differently than before, but he'd hit her. He'd hit Aerith and she'd probably hate him. It was worse that he could still feel the corruption that caused his episode swirling inside his head, that man's voice echoing and telling him things he didn't want to hear. It felt like he'd been there forever, locked in his head with that horrible voice and nothing else. He couldn't escape it and he knew she would notice, and her eyes would shine less bright than normal for a second, and he'd do something he'd regret again- he just couldn't turn away.

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For some reason he couldn't explain, he felt himself inexplainably drawn to her- the woman two seats ahead of him in the train. Something about her laugh like twinkling stars and sunshine and fresh dew on garden flowers brought a sense of nostalgic deja vu. Though Cloud swore he'd never seen the woman before, a persuasive feeling in his gut told him they'd been the most intimate of friends, the most casual of lovers, but it also spoke to him of loss. Loss of self, loss of something important and cherished that he lost all purpose in life after it was gone. So much so that he wandered. But Cloud was only 12. He couldn't have, unless it was that previous life his brother always vaguely referenced but never spoke about in full. Whenever Cloud asked him, those green eyes would narrow wistfully, one lithe hand would tuss up his already untameable locks, and wisps of silver would tickle him as the man leaned over to speak to him softly about how some things were best left forgotten. Part of Cloud always clenched at those words, as if some part of him knew the meaning, the irony there of…. The blonde lost his train of thought. The woman turned around, and as she did, Cloud realized two things; the first being that she couldn't be more than three years older than him at best, the second that her eyes were the richest green he'd seen in his life. Unlike his brother's, which were pale and sharp with a shimmer cold as ice, hers were dark and speckled with the entire spectra of the rainbow brimming warmly from their soft depths. Her eyes were a forest were blossoms never died, and the larks sang the most beautiful ballads of all eternity, a variety of fae folk clad in rose petals dancing in the light dappling through the leaves of the tall oaks and winding vines of morning glories, through the daisies and the narcissus and the calla lillies that gracefully swayed along the floor. Her eyes were kindness and compassion and life itself, her smile gently radiating from there lively depths. Clouds breath hitched as he stared entranced, only coming to when a familiar hand brushed his back.

"Cloud, it's almost our stop." His brother whispered, the blonde unable to see the smirk forming as he stared sullenly at the girl he'd never meet. She looked at them in that moment, smiling sadly at him, before gently looking at his brother. The tall silverette nodded at the girl. "Aerith."

"Sephiroth." She returned, voice like church bells at a funeral, beautiful but tragic as she nodded back and watched them leave.

"...Aerith…" Cloud repeated, trying out her name. He stared longingly at her as they turned to leave. "I... " Sephiroth shook his head and pulled the blonde away.

"Don't. I will alert you that she is your soulmate, but you will never be content, her fate always dictates she dies young, and you've never been prepared for it." Sephiroth left out the fact that fate had come to her in his own form in most incarnations, polar opposites doomed to continue their cycle. He gave Cloud a tender look, leading him home, wiping each tear away without a word, because he knew after so many cycles, it would always be the same.