Disclaimer: Mmkay, I don't own FFVII, or any of the characters (unfortunately...but can I borrow Sephy? xDD).
Just a random idea for a story that I got the other day and thought 'hoshit, gotta write that up XD'...as you do. Have rated this a 'T', just to be on the safe side. Anyway, enjoy, and please review
The two stood facing each other, poised for battle, their swords pointing towards the other. The taller of the two was shirtless. His muscles rippled in the semi light as he tensed, staring at the younger, blue eyed blonde before him. The blade of his sword was so long, that the very tip nearly touched the blonde, even though there was ten feet between them.
'Are you just going to stand there, Strife, or are you going to hit me?' taunted the taller man.
'Why, do you want me to?' Strife replied.
'I could catch you off guard and kill you within seconds,' the other man smirked.
Strife bared his teeth, one word uttered, barely more than a snarl.
'Sephiroth.'
A gust of wind swept up around Cloud Strife, as he raised his sword, the point facing upwards, as a fireball began to grow at the tip. It enlarged rapidly, rays of light shining out in all directions, but then shrank to nothingness, as the circulating gust simultaneously died down.
Before Sephiroth had a chance to react, Cloud had launched himself, swinging wildly with his powerful sword, each frantic swipe catching Sephiroth across the chest. He found himself being knocked back a step with every successful blow.
Cloud momentarily stopped the endless onslaught, and jumped high up into the sky, arms reaching as far back as they could, as another bright sphere started to expand, the rays of light jumping out bright than before, illuminating much more of Cloud and Sephiroth's dark, murky surroundings, before finally dropping, striking Sephiroth with an amazing blow across the face, down the chest, the sword crashing into the ground hard from the force of the momentum. Sephiroth found that he was nearly bowled off his feet from the power of the hit.
He sagged, wounded critically, only just managing to keep himself from collapsing to his knees. He only just managed to raise his head to stare at the one who had almost killed him. Cloud was standing a safe distance away, but close enough to sneak in another swift jab, should it be necessary.
Something wet, and thick trickled down Sephiroth's forehead. He raised a hand to it, and realised that he was bleeding.
Cloud turned his attention away from Sephiroth, to the Lifestream, particles of which had started floating before him. He stared around in a trance, gaping up, and held out a hand. If he concentrated hard enough, he thought that he could make out what looked like another hand, reaching out of nothingness, to grasp onto his own.
He interlocked his fingers with the fingers of the mystery hand, and was pulled out of the way of the Lifestream. He made one last glance back, to notice that Sephiroth was nowhere to be seen.