Do not own….no matter how much I wish I did.

Cloud walked along the city street, casually dodging passerby as he made his way to Seventh Heaven. Carefully adjusting the case of alcohol he was asked to deliver in order to replenish Tifa's diminishing supply, he once again asked himself as to why he chose a more simplistic way to travel rather than the faster and less laborious way of riding on Fenrir.

"I suppose I do need the exercise, it's not as if I've been doing much really," he sighed to himself, "besides, Fenrir deserves the rest."

Silently musing on the harsh treatment of his beloved motorbike, he didn't notice the flash of red hair and blinding grin until it was too late.

"Heya Blondie!" A certain red-headed Turk exclaimed, "Any of those for me?" He asked while casually hanging off of Cloud's back, his right hand slowly inching toward the shining bottles.

"No, get off." Cloud said curtly, mindlessly shrugging off the redhead. "Besides, don't you have a job to do Reno?"

"Of course!" Reno said with a smirk, "Protecting the innocents of this city, and for all I know you could be kidnapping those poor bottles of liquor for a dastardly scheme. Better that I take them off your hands and put them into protective custody."

Cloud merely snorted in reply, "Where, in your stomach? If anything, I'm protecting these bottles from you-Argh!"

A shock of familiar pain suddenly spiked through his head. Forgetting his earlier priority, he dropped his precious cargo, neither the sound of shattering glass nor Reno's cries of concern were able to pierce through the bubble of searing pain that now consisted of his entire world.

The last thing he heard before everything went black was an eerily similar voice saying eerily similar words that he would never forget.

"My Puppet."

Author's Note: Yay! My first fanfiction! Hopefully you all like my first chapter.