A/N: Hmm not many reviews for the previous chapter. But hey, I don't care. As long as I know there are some people reading, I'll continue writing.

He loved dancing, the beat, and the swift movement as together they stride on the floor like it was water. It flowed, almost like a feather floating down the sky. Though this dance was different, it didn't much feel like a flow; but edgy and cornered. It must have to do with the fact that he danced with a young 10 year old.

"Cloud," she whined, "Dance properly. I gotta learn how to, so I can be like a princess.." she smiled.

The things he did for kids. It would always get to him. The fact that he could let down a 30 yr old male for forgetting to meet him at a pub, but not a 10 yr old child who begged him to teach her how to dance.

"What about Denzel?" he asked, still shifting around the room helplessly with the girl near his waist.

She rolled her eyes, and tossed her eyes over at Denzel who sat at the lounge chair watching. "He doesn't know how," she stuck her tongue out at him and then smiled again.

"I do too," Denzel stood up furiously and threw his fists to the side.

The dance paused, as they turned to the angry boy. You could almost see the blaze of fire erupting from his flesh as he eyed her angrily.

"I can so dance," he said confidently, "You just don't want to listen to me."

She rolled her eyes, and released her hold on the adult's hand. "How do you dance then?" she asked, taking a step closer.

Cloud watched the two arguing for what seemed like hours. He looked over at the poor boy who was lousily giving up in the argument. There was always something about Denzel when it came to Marlene. Denzel would never call her names, though she did to him all the time. He shouted back at her, and never won any arguments.

"..I'll teach both of you how to dance," Cloud spoke up suddenly.

The two threw their eyes over to the adult. Silence now filled the room.

"Together, I'll coach you two," he added nervous from their intense stare.

Marlene stared furiously for a moment, not letting her grounds down. Especially not to a boy. She must have learned that trade from Tifa. Eventually a small smile appeared on her lips and she nodded.

"Okay," she smiled, and took Denzel's hand.

"No arguing," he pointed a finger at two of them.

The two nodded.

"Okay, first.."

Life would never be the same again. Since the days he walked in and vowed never to leave, his life had become more than just life. It had become his world. A world which he lived in with pure adoration for those who surrounded him. They were much like each element of his world.

He was the land, Tifa was the water which covered most of him and made him whole, Denzel was the trees that swayed quietly, Marlene was much like the wind, with her piercing scream when the breeze was strong and then there was Reiyh, the new addition that was the rivers for he was part of Tifa.

This was their dance, their life. His world.