Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Trip In To Town ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

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The hotel room was dark, old and dinghy the moon shone brightly through the window emitting rays in the single-bedded room. Everyone got to sleep in there own rooms tonight. There were all on the bridge of exhaustion and would collapse at any second the trainings that there going through. Cloud Strife was sprawled out on the bed watching out of the two-story hotel in his room. That Bastard Sephiroth, Cloud thought. He’s so damn evil! He has plotted against the world and trying to exceed in dominating the planet and getting stronger and what’s worst is he’s a step closer to reaching his goal. He has the damn Black materia. Shit it’s my entire fault; He cast a spell upon me at the temple, which I couldn’t defend my self. My body began to quiver. It felt like ice fled throughout the inside of my body and froze everything it touched. But yet Sephiroth had the power to control my every move. I could see each person’s expression as Sephiroth led me towards him self, making me hand him the materia, Tifa’s cry in confusion, Barret cursing (not to appropriate to be said twice) at the top of his lungs at me. I guess he had no idea what was going on. It was some sort of mind control Sephiroth seemed to be able to read almost all my thoughts, my fears, pain and shameful pleasures. Barret is too thick for his own good. I mean well why the hell would I just go on and give the black materia to him, knowing what sort of things he could do. Just little things come in mind like mass destruction some sort in that category. Cloud Strife sat up from his bed and walked towards a cabinet where Heaven’s Cloud was leaning. He picked it up and walked back to sit on his bed. Cloud reached for a container from the side table and into his pocket and brought out a cloth; he began to polish his long trusted sword. Thoughts began to run through his mind. He could understand why his crewmembers would be furious with him. He added a ton of stress on all of them now that they have to get back the black materia and also find a way to stop Sephiroth.

Minutes passed by, Cloud was still polishing the sword. The cloth moved smoothly against the stainless steel. Cloud glanced out of the window. The moon was high into the sky it was probably midnighthe thought. I should get some fresh air. The blond stood up once again and stretched, his muscles tensed up, the ridges of his biceps flexed, his shirt raised up a bit, showing his toned out body. “God that feels good” He relaxed, picked up his sword and attached it to the straps on his back. He walked near the wooden door and turned the knob gently, not wanting anyone to awaken.

Cloud Strife carefully walked through the halls of the hotel paced down the wooden stairs and ended up in the lobby. Faint lampshades were placed around the hotel.

“Good evening sir. How may I be any of an assists to you?” The gentlemen at the desk presented.

Cloud walked towards the entrance door as he looked at the man “Oh. Everything’s fine, I just wanted to take a walk or something”

The man at the desk smiled at him. “Alright have a good evening.”

Cloud walked out the door and closed it behind him. It’s weird being back in Nibelheim. He reminisced. So much has happened when I left to join Solider. Tifa told me she doesn’t remember ever talking to me or thinking of me until I left this town. She realized how much I mean to her. God. She could have told me earlier. But no it doesn’t’t matter what I feel back then. Even if I was in love with her when I was young, I was a no one. No cared about me. All the kids blamed everything on me, with situations that didn’t even involve me. With things now Tifa is like a sister to me and nothing will change that. A breeze brushed pasted him. Chills ran down his back he began to walk around the water tower and ended up at his old house he used to live in with his mother. He has no idea what ever happened to her. Cloud looked up. The stars were gleaming brightly.


Cloud strife walked around the little town. Almost every scenery reminded him of something. A vivid squeak was heard north beyond the water tower. He headed towards the sound. He reached a largely iron gate reading Shinra mansion. He pushed open the gate with a loud screech following after. The mansion looked old and rusted. It seemed no one has entered the building for a long while. The concrete was cracked; shrubs and tress were brown and shrivelled Cloud walked towards the house and opened the door. Clear in the view were two fairly rusted staircases leading up to the second floor. On either side on the first floor are two large rooms. Sudden a sensation in his stomach began to pull him towards the stairs. One foot after another. Cloud. What was that? Cloud thought in confusing. He was standing on top of the stairs, looking around. Cloud. Is there someone else in the house? Cloud…Come to me. The sensation in his stomach stopped. He withdrew his sword and carefully strides towards the right wing of the building. The voice became louder. Cloud reached a small greyish room. It was empty expect chairs tossed to one side, a bed with broken springs poking through the mattress, drawers dusty with clean fingerprints. Cloud The voice sounded like it was coming from within the walls. He walked towards it and tapped the wall with his sword. The barrier sprung open revealing its secret. Stone stairs revolved down in to the dark. The blond put back his sword and step on the first stair, a series of torches lit up the whole dark dungeon. He slowly walked along the stairs that was set before him. Lower and lower the staircase went. It felt like it would never end until the last step was reached. The dungeon was cold and dim. Probably a few people have come down here but never been able to exit, by the look of pile of bones that was set away in a corner. Cloud walked all the way to the end of the dungeon until a faint glow was lit in a creak in a hard wooden door. The feeling in his stomach began to react. He couldn’t’t stop it. Cloud felt his body being control. Without thinking he’s body pushed open the door and was being pulled in. Cloud Strife’s eyes widen. The object that was upon him could have stabbed a knife in to his heart, for this was the worst position he could ever been in. The one person that can destroy his life, even the entire world was sitting at a rich oak desk in a leather chair in front of him. Sliver long hair, black trench coat covering his body, Green-piercing eyes stared at him; a smirk dwelled on his face. Cloud walked into a trap and had no idea where he went wrong. Sephiroth was staring at him with a calm expression. Cloud still had little control over his body and felt chills fled through his body.

“Well, now what a surprise this is for you to drop” Sephiroth spoke. The tone of his voice was smooth and slick managing his cool. He stared along Cloud’s body. His intense gaze left burning sensations up and down the helpless body that was standing at his door.

Cloud tried to suppress feeling rising from deep within. Cloud gulped. “What the hell do you want with me, you have already everything. Don’t you have something more important to do?” Cloud shot back. Like taking over the world, he thought. A flick of Sephiroth’s wrist and in an instant an invisible thread was wrapped around Cloud’s pelvic. Cloud gasped with a sensation stirring below. He was pulled right against the grand desk.

“As a matter of fact I do have better things to do in my life, than to converse with measly human beings. But you see taking over the world like you say, isn’t all I do.” Sephiroth’s leaned across the desk, their faces nearly touching. His voice turned deep and husky. “Seducing and spite pleasure is what I do best.” Sephiroth felt cloud swallow hard. He loves the reactions he put on people. The fear and fright in their eyes turn him on extremely. Meagre humans quiver in the site of him and of his power. The seduction and pleasure is just for fun.