Allrighty! This is a Final Fantasy fanfiction obviously and I would first of all like to thank DanyuUshiha and her wonderful video, because if it wasn't for that video I would've never come up with the amazing plot that's found it's way into my head!

Anyways this will probably end up having SOME smut, but not much because I don't like nosebleeds! Anyways, Enjoy. And REVIEW!!! because if you don't I won't write!

Chapter 1

"Who are you?" he whispered.

The blond girl smiled and shut her sketchbook, crossing her hands over it. She was small. Really, really small. Yet she had an air of confidence around her that Zack couldn't quite place. The room they were in was completely white, and had only one chair in it, which the girl occupied. This place definitely didn't look like something you'd find in the life stream.

"My name's Namine, and your name, is Zack." she smiled at the surprise that made itself known on Zack's face.

"How do you know my name?"

Namine shrugged, shaking her head. "Secrets of the life stream I guess."

"This doesn't look like the life stream, or feel like the life stream for that matter."

"That's because it's not."

All right, now he was confused. Really confused. So first he fought Shinra, check. After that he died talking to Cloud, check. Then he saw Angeal, and Aerith, in the life stream, check. And now…he was here. That's weird. Nodding to himself he decided to ask the most obvious question he could think of.

"Why am I here? And where is here?"

Namine laughed, reminding him of bells. "You're here because I want to help you. And here, is where I live. An alternative world from yours."

"You want to help me?" he asked.

"Yes. You're hero Zack. And I've decided to give you another chance to return to your beloved ones. To return to him." she finished with a wave of her hand.

She stood and walked over to him, flipping her sketch book open and passing it to him, looking up about a foot due to her small height. Zack accepted the sketch book, looking in to see a picture of his sword shoved into the ground outside of Midgar. Next to the sword stood Cloud, looking up at the sky.

He ran his fingers across the penciled form of Cloud before asking: "How are you going to do that?"

"Simple. All you have to do is sign your name here," she pointed to the corner of the page. "Next to my name. And you'll wake up here. But, there's a catch…"

He smiled and chuckled. "There always is. What is it?"

"You have to fight. One battle, that's all I ask. But you have to fight alone, and you'll have to fight….him." she averted her eyes and grabbed the sketch book.

Namine flipped to another page and handed it back and pointed to the only figure on the page. Zack couldn't stop himself from the hardened look his face had taken on. This was the man who had forced him to do what he did, the man who took away his once friend. Well at least it was Zack's friend. He could never figure out if it was a one sided relationship or not.

"So you want me to fight Sephiroth?"

She gasped, and there was a certain emotion in her eyes in which he could not place. Sadness? Guilt, perhaps.

"It's the only way. Sephiroth is a ghost that lives on inside of you. You have to be able to fight your inner demons. And Sephiroth is one of them."

Zack nodded. "What am I fighting with?"

Namine smiled sadly before motioning towards the other side of the room. Leaning against the wall was a sword that looked frightening resemblance to that of his buster sword. "It's not the same sword you used, but it's a replica."

The sword glowed lightly before vanishing, only to appear again in his hands. Grasping the sword in two hands, Zack experimented a few swings, before nodding to himself.

Namine walked across the room to sit on her chair before grabbing a pencil from seemingly nowhere. With a look of determination mixed with fear she asked, "Are you ready?"

He nodded slowly before falling into a ready stance.

"Bring on the big boy!"

"So this is how the great Zack Fair will end?" Sephiroth chuckled darkly before bracing the Masamune's tip against his throat, enticing a gulping reflex from the ex-soldier.

Zack had several cuts lining his body, not many deep, but a select few were practically raining blood down his body. Yet Sephiroth showed no sign that he was in pain due to his injuries. Namine stood at the other side of the room from them, she shook her head lightly and turned, not wanting to watch him die. Again.

"Sephiroth….what happened to you? Where did the real you go?" he whispered.

Zack squeezed the hilt of his fake buster sword, waiting for the moment he hoped would come.

"The real me?" Sephiroth laughed and lifted the Masamune only an inch. That was all he needed. Zack swung the sword with all his might, striking Sephiroth in the side. Sephiroth's face twisted into an angry rage was the last thing Zack remembered as he passed out.