It has taken me forever to put this story idea into actual words. I have no idea what's going to happen with it. I am just going to go with the flow. It will not be epic length, but the other chapters will be much longer than this one.

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Chapter 1

Cloud had lived a long and full life. He'd killed Sephiroth, rid the world of geostigma, and killed Jenova. He had also killed Hojo, killed Sepiroth (again), and killed half of Shinra. On top of all that he killed Sephiroth, saved Aerith, saved Zack, demolished Shinra…

Let me rephrase that, Cloud had lived several long lives.

It never seemed to be enough for the Planet. She tossed him back in time over and over again. Cloud had gotten pretty good at saving the world. He had even helped Sephiroth break Jenova's control a few times. Heck, Cloud had even gotten married a time or two!

This life however was coming to an end. Cloud was on his death bed, taking his final breaths. He closed his eyes one final time.

And then woke up.

Cloud sat up in his bed. He looked down at himself.

"Hm…seems like she dropped me in Niebelhelm again." He muttered to himself.

The Planet always took Cloud back between the ages of ten and fifteen. This time he was a bit younger it seemed. It was a nice change of pace actually, he could barely remember anything from when he was actually seven.

Cloud yawned and got out of the bed. He scratched his back and blinked blearily at a poster of Sephiroth.

"That's strange…I thought I didn't get that poster until I was ten?"

Something was up here…

"Mooom!" Cloud yelled, "What year is it?!"

It wasn't until his fourth go round that he could save Claudia Strife's life. The first couple of times Cloud had come back he had broken down into her arms. When he finally got to know her he realized that Claudia Strife was a very accommodating woman. She was the type that rolled with the punches and didn't bat an eye when something strange was thrown at her.

Cloud loved her to pieces.

"It's –whatever year the author is too lazy to figure out the math-" she yelled back.

"How old is Tifa?!" He shouted.

"Fifteen and too old for you!" She shouted back.

"This…is new." Cloud blinked.

Cloud was seven years old. Cloud was seven years old and everybody else was their normal age.

"This complicates things."

Many of his plans were null and void now. He was too young to join Soldier which was a pretty big part of plans A-M (Cloud really liked being in Soldier). He was also too young for plans P-Q.

"Guess I'll have to wing it." Cloud walked into the bathroom and stopped at the sight of himself in the mirror. He really was an adorable seven year old. Pretty angelic looking actually.

Cloud knew exactly what to do now.

"Mom! Can I borrow your pretty white shirt?"

"Yes! Don't get any dirt on it or I will kick your butt!"

The Strife's had pretty good lungs on them.

-time skip-

Cloud walked into the decrepit mansion like he owned the place. He knew where the monsters were, what books weren't full of BS, and more importantly where Vincent Valentine was located.

He approached the coffin and opened the lid slowly.

Vincent looked up in awe. Above him was a small child garbed in all white. The being had golden blonde hair, and bright sky blue eyes. The child, no, the angel smiled down at him compassionately.

"Vincent Valentine," the cherub smiled benevolently, "I am your salvation."

Looking back at it a few years later, it took Vincent longer than he would like to admit to realize that Cloud was no angel.