It was supposedly an ordinary day at Radiant Garden. Of course, that meant there was always a high probability of things going wrong at any given time, Sephiroth thought sarcastically. He was wandering the streets, looking over the progress being made on the rebuilding. He still patrolled for Heartless and other threats.

Then there were those who believed he was one of those threats. Some of the people were nice enough to him while others were leery. He didn't bother anyone and at least they didn't bother him either.

Usually.

The situation with Cloud was a special case.

He paused at a house with a picket fence, just resting his hand on the top of it while his mind wandered.