The Other World Returns

They Will Never Trust Me

Me: Jade Tatsu made a story and mentioned about doing a sequel. However, Jade Tatsu lost interest in making a sequel, so I offered to do one.

So, I hope you guy's like mine just as you like Jade Tatsu's. If you never read Jade Tatsu's story, then I suggest that you go read it before you read this story. Some things might be wrong, but at least I tried.

Now, let's get on with the story and I hope you enjoy the story!

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Cloud sighed, looking over the railing of the building. Down below, people trained relentlessly. This world had some differences from his, but at least he was making a place here, though it did take some time.

It has been nearly a year since he came to this world and helped destroy Jenova, who was using this world's Cloud body. It has been nearly a year since he met this world's Sephiroth, who was completely different than his. This Sephiroth had feelings, had a mind that didn't just involve 'mother' who was friends with this world's Avalanche, whereas this world's Cloud was their enemy. At least he didn't wear what Jenova Cloud wore, he was fine with his own clothes.

That was a hard transaction for Cloud, seeing faces of friends but who weren't his friends and who saw him as the enemy. But he could understand. When he first saw met this world's Sephiroth, he reacted out of fear and anger and then confusion when Sephiroth acted like the one he knew.

He was getting used to being a General since he never was in his world. Sephiroth was helping him with that, but he left some things in Cloud's control so he could slowly learn what to do. And it's wasn't just Cloud who had to get used to seeing him and realizing he was different then Jenova Cloud.

The WRO soldiers, some of them were former Soldiers who didn't make the cut but knew Jenova Cloud.

Jenova this, Jenova that. Cloud heard enough of that name to last a lifetime.

Oh, how Cloud hated that name. It didn't help that some people would call him that, like this world's Avalanche, mostly Tifa, to spite him. He would prefer being called a monster then being called Jenova. It was something that would make him twitch and glare before asking to be called Cloud and stating Jenova is dead. Permanently dead, but some people still don't believe it, like Avalanche.

"Dad?"

Of course, some things overcame the little annoying things and bought a smile to Cloud's face. Like Denzel. He was a boy Cloud found when he went over to see Aerith's Church of this world. He found the boy passed out of hunger and brought him home and fed him. It was then Cloud found out that he was sick and helped him get better. By the time Denzel was better, Cloud had grown attached, Sephiroth had as well.

So, in the next couple of days, Denzel became the son of Cloud and Sephiroth.

Smiling, Cloud turned and looked at Denzel, the eight-year-old grinning over the fact he could call someone Dad again. He turned eight about a week ago, something Cloud was happy for.

Denzel had wavy light brown hair and blue eyes. He wears a short sleeve dark green button-down with an undershirt. Underneath he has dark wash denim jeans and sneakers. He wears a necklace with a Fenrir ring attached, something Cloud gave him for his birthday. He was taking lessons on how to fight with a metal rod, something he used when he was on his own and carried around on his back.

Denzel had learned that Cloud was from another world and that he looked like a very bad person, or alien in this case, in this world who he was taking the place of. Denzel couldn't care any less and ignored Avalanche when they tried to tell him to stay away from Cloud, which they tried stopping by locking Denzel in a room. That didn't work out how they planned.