In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
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Tifa sighed and looked at the table. What really happened. She was one of two people who actually knew that. She had gone over this conversation countless times in her head, but now that it was happening, she was having trouble finding the words.
"Cloud," She started slowly, "That time...at Nibelheim...you, well, you and Sephiroth weren't the only ones with me in the reactor. There was" She hesitated, " another person with us. His name was Zack. He was the one in Soldier, Cloud, not you. You were there as a member of the Guard. And when we came here...it was like you had merged with him somehow." She shuddered and another teardrop fell from her eye. "I'm sorry for not telling you earlier. I'm sorry. I just...you were so busy with your new life her, and with Sephiroth later...I didn't want you to have to deal with this, too." She continued staring at the table, her body shaking.
Someone else? Zack? He recognised the name but he wasn't sure where from. And then it clicked. Was it the same Zack that Aerith knew? Cloud's mind wracked with pain as he tried to remember his past. Everything Tifa said, made the thing even more confusing. He wasn't even in SOLDIER? It was like his life was nothing more than a dream. He was living a lie...
Cloud slid himself backward making the uncomfortable sound of the chair scraping across the floor. He turned his head away from Tifa, looking down diagonally staring at, well, nothing really. He just needed time to think, get thinks straightened out. It was going to take time and he knew it was going to be difficult. I suppose Tifa knew too. But Cloud wasn't just going to accept this straight away, how could he? It was such a difference between what he thought and reality.
"Why..?"
Cloud mumbled...
"Why didn't you tell me before!? I deserved to know!"
He then said raising his voice in an angered tone. Cloud wasn't really angry at Tifa, he was mainly angry at what had happened. It just made everything so difficult. This day had to come eventually, but Cloud wasn't so sure he could handle the truth. His mind was messed up enough already. But, I guess, things in his head are going to get worse before hey get better...
Tifa looked up and stared at him sadly. "Cloud, if I had told you earlier, it would have been too much. Sephiroth was on the loose, we had to rebuild everything...I just...didn't think you needed this on top of everything else."
In her heart, Tifa knew she should have told him earlier. She was afraid that he would lose his resolve and that Sephiroth would go unchecked, but she couldn't tell that to him. Sephiroth...he needed to be stopped.
Her mind went to the photograph she still kept on her at all times. It was laminated, a bit worse for the wear but still good quality. Her, Sephiroth, and Zack. What had happened to Cloud to make him and Zack like this? Where was her savior now?
No. Cloud was still Cloud. His memories, strength, even his eyes might be different, but he was still Cloud. Nothing could change that.
( ooc: I'm so sorry I haven't posted here in like... well, ages! )
Maybe she was right. Maybe he couldn't have dealt with this before. But what if he still couldn't now? This just made everything completely different; he had no recollection of his own past, only Zack's. And what's more annoying - who is Zack!?
It was a mess. Cloud just couldn't take it.
Suddenly, Cloud shot up to his feet turning away from Tifa and towards the wall. From there, he took a step forward to push his whole body weight into throwing his fist against the wall accompanied by a clearly annoyed shout. He punched the wall as hard as he could trying to release some of his anger, but it didn't really seem to work. Though, it did hurt quite a bit, it was pretty clear by the way Cloud then cradled it in his left palm. It's not surprising it hurt to be honest, he had left dents in the wall where is knuckles had smacked it.
"...Sorry."
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He mumbled under his breath. And then, with deep breaths, Cloud turned his back to the wall and slumped against it. He slid down into a sitting position against it with his knees up.
"...Maybe I should go. I need time... Time to think." [/sub][/blockquote]
Hardly realizing what she was doing, Tifa got to her feet. She went to the piano near where Cloud was sitting. Cloud couldn't be comforted by words now, she knew. So she sat down, put her hands on the keys, and played.
It was a melody that she had known since before she had come to Garden. From before the incident. From before she could even play the piano. It was a melody that her mother had taught her, that she had played for everyone she had known and grown up with.
A melody of comfort in those who loved and sadness at loved ones lost. A melody of the tragedy of history, the hope for the future, and the beautiful melody of the two intertwined.
Most of all, it was a melody of home. The warmth of an open fire safely in a fireplace. The glow of friends' faces as they sat and laughed beside it. The feeling that all was right in the world once more.
Tifa poured her heart and soul into it, eyes closed as her fingers gently drew from the piano the memories of the past and the pure notes of home. She didn't notice as orbs swarmed around her. Glowing, pure in color yet each one a different hue. By the time her fingers played the final note, they had disappeared. She opened her eyes and looked at Cloud, praying that she had helped.
That music. There was something about it, but he just couldn't work out what it was. Soothing - that was probably the best way to describe it. It seemed to calm Cloud, if only a little. He sat still, looking down with his arms rested over his knees. The music helped him to concentrate and think things through; perhaps it opened up his subconcious mind or something, because a face popped into his head;
A man that looked similar to himself, but with black hair. Who was it? Was this 'Zack'? But Cloud didn't have time to work it out, as another image replaced that one in what seemed to be no more than a second...
Himself? As nothing more than a Shin-Ra Infantryman? He had never remembered that before. But even this didn't answer as many questions as it asked. Was this his own past? Zack's past? Or just a twisted combination of the two? Thus far, he had no idea.
Suddenly, Cloud snapped back to reality. The music had finished already. It seemed to go so fast for him. Sure, it helped, but Tifa would have to sit there all day playing the piano to give Cloud enough time to sort things out. And he didn't expect her to. She had helped enough already.
"Thanks for all your help Tifa, but this is something I have to sort out myself..."
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Cloud said, sounding much more like himself now - not as angry and annoyed as before. He then pushed himself back up to his feet and reached to his side, grabbing his weapon from its position propped up against the wall. With minimum effort, he brought it over his head and put it in its usual spot, on his back. Cloud then headed for the exit, pulling open the door, glancing over his shoulder one last time before leaving;