The Angry Duckling

Cloud, anticipating the end of the world, instead wakes up crammed into a body not his own. Or maybe it is his own—just tiny and enhanced and, oh yes, primed to be some kind of MIND-CONTROLLED ASSASSIN. That wouldn't be so bad, if he hadn't arrived just in time to be imprinted on his handler like a baby duck. And, even worse: that handler accidentally ends up being Sephiroth.