A/n: Right. Of all things I chose, I choose to to write a new story and not update any of my other ones... Gd job me... ==; But! I did try and write my other story but it is not going very well. And I spent less time on my laptop and more time on lazing myself on the bed... Well, I just wanted to try writing a FFVII fic... And tbh, I wrote a lot and my obsession towards SefiKura is not backing down... So Sephiroth x Cloud for the win! Omg I am so freaking sorry crai... ;-; /Sentence to Guilty for Life cell.../ Anyway stop with my ranting... and do forgive my grammar and tenses... and enjoy this new story...

Disclaimer: I've always wanted to do this... xD I don't own ff7 nor the characters! Cuz' if I do there will be shit tons of time travelling things and SefiKura! ;3

Summary: Cloud took on a path that the Planet offered him. And travels to the past, not really but really. [What kind of summary is this...]

((Prologue))

Cloud's POV

It has been 500 years since Sephiroth died, and probably 400 years since all of my friends had left me for death; Vincent still lived, along with me in a small hut just outside Migar ruins. I have not age a day since then too. However, I doubt we can stand this loneliness any longer. So I prayed, I prayed to planet for Vince's death, Chao's release and then, my death. But nothing is given as an answer, for I can't hear the planet's voice.

Another century has passed, I can't take it anymore. It's driving me crazy, everything is driving me crazy. I fear insanity more than anything else. So I help to seal Vincent away when I suggested to die. Vincent wished me luck and bid me goodbye before going back to the lonely slumber he had abandon before. And I too, bid him goodbye before travelling to the nearest mako pool I find; Cut wounds, even fatal ones did not affect me, so I figured that maybe mako could kill me.

And so it did, I dive into one. I can the pain ravishing my senses as mako seeps into my skin and further into me. However that was when I heard Her voice, "You cannot simply just die. For you have become one of my safeguard, a WEAPON."

I can hear her mocking tone, laughing at my stupid attempt but I can also hear her panicking. It was working, my plan was working.

"However, if you can't stand it anymore… Maybe I can offer you a path, but this path has no ends. It keeps going, and it never stops."

I struggle to give Her an answer, before I realized there was no more mako, only darkness. So I speak.

"I… If it meant that I can see them again… And not go back to what I was experiencing before… I guess I could try and take this path." Was my answer to Hers. Again, I can hear her soft chuckling.

"Very well. No matter what fate throws at you, make sure you never choose death. And when the time end, you will yet make your way to another journey. Farewell my son." Then, a bright light fills my vision and in a blink of an eye, in front of me was the silhouette of Midgar, in the most perfect condition I have ever seen.

3rd Person POV

The young teen, Cloud Strife was a rather feminine boy. He possessed a rather cute baby face, brightly shone blue doe eyes with a pale complexion and a small mouth. On top of it all, was his infamous chocobo-like blonde hair. He sat at the edge of the boat, covered in a thick cloth, head down and refused to take another look at his surrounding. He felt sick just by thinking about it, motion sickness urgh. It was rather cold as it was near the end of the fall season. Cloud had just travel through space, just find out that he was yet again travelling on a fairly small motor boat to Midgar. He would assumed that he still had his enhancements from Prof. Hojo's sick experiment and his experiences from his past; since Fusion Swords was right beside him, but Fenrir was not, and probably would not be here. He merely just regressed in age, not that there was a lot to regressed in appearance; He was slightly shorter and looked a bit less mature. Luckily for him, he was covered in those thick cloth to arise any suspicion from the other two passengers and one driver, not that they probably cared. Then, the boat came to an abrupt stop.

"We've reached Midgar. Move on, kids."

Ah right, Cloud was travelling to Midgar to apply for SOLDIER, to follow the dream of becoming his oh-so-great idol, General Sephiroth. He shuddered at that thought of Sephiroth being his idol, and alighted from the boat, one hand holding his beloved sword and the other, a fairly large bag. But before, going to Shinra tower, the main headquarters, he ought to go visit a certain yet-to-be flower girl. And so he did. He made his way to the church in Sector 7 Slums. Avoiding any trouble he could possibly cause, he sneaked into the church, where he named it Aerith's church. There was no one in, maybe it was late in the night,and therefore Aerith wasn't in. However, he could use the place to spend the night in, no matter how cold it might be. Cloud was used to it anyway and so, he drifted into a nice and peaceful sleep where he had not have one in many years.

Back in Shinra tower, there was a grumpy silver haired general in his own office. Why was he grumpy? It was because one of his two favourite commanders, namely Genesis Rhapsodos had been causing troubles for him by increasing the amount of paperwork that he has to do. Damage reports, complain reports, new cadets/soldiers reports and more fucking reports... All these darn paperwork was not going to disappear unless he went through all of them and sent them away to the respective departments.

The silver haired general was Sephiroth. Sephiroth was also feminine looking, but screw that idea when he had this scary, intimidating aura around him. He had the most beautiful long silver hair and a slight tanned complexion with sharp features. His cat-slit green eyes was one of those features that made him looked intimidating. Grumpy Sephiroth was not going to let Genesis off easily, and so he sent those reports to Genesis and for him to not slack, he appointed his other commander, Angeal Hewley to be a watch guard. However, grumpy Sephiroth stayed as grumpy Sephiroth.

In the meantime, in Genesis's office, Genesis was being grumpy too and Angeal was quietly siting on the sofa with his arm crossed, eyes closed; but that did not mean Angeal was sleeping, and Genesis knew that fully well. The auburn haired commander, Genesis was in his usual clothing, red long coat with black clothing underneath, crossed leather straps, the SOLDIER symbol, black boots and a pair of shoulder guards. His red rapier was resting at the side of the large desk. Angeal however was in a standard SOLDIER 1st Class uniform. And he has a standard SOLDIER sword, along with his iconic Buster Sword, both resting at the side of the coffee table in front of him.

"'Geal, I can't take this anymore!" Genesis complained, hands griping his hair, "This is supposed to be Sephiroth's paperwork!"

"You were the one to cause those paperwork." came a curt reply.

"But!"

"No buts. Take responsibility for what you have caused."

"I was just teasing them... And accidentally got angry!" Genesis huffed, burying his head into the paperwork and mumbled, "There is no hate, only joy... Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return..."

"The night is still young, my friend." Genesis yet again, sighed for umpth time.

And so, Genesis was suffering to complete all this paperwork...

Tobecontinued...

A/n: Well that's the prologue.. Until next chappie... and until next time :) Happy new year guys! (Gmt+8)