The two girls stepped off the train as it stopped. The taller girl had her black hair tied back into a ponytail and her dark blue eyes were behind a pair of black sunglasses. She wore a long, dark red jacket over a pair of dark pants and tank-top. On her feet was a pair of combat boots.

Beside her, the shorter girl had two blond pigtails on her shoulders. Her golden-brown eyes darted around nervously as she stuck close to her friends' side. She wore a white cloak with orange triangles lining the rim. She wore a pair of lace-up boots with a pair of leggings tucked into them and a long-sleeved black shirt.

They each carried a duffel bag on one of their shoulders. The taller girl had two Buster Swords strapped to her back. People went out of their way to avoid her. The shorter girl clung to a staff as they walked through the crowds.

Kitty looked at the poorly drawn map, then at the tall building they stopped in front of. "So, this is Shin-Ra?"

Angel nodded. "Guess so. Unless these directions are wrong and the sign is lying to us."

Kitty laughed lightly as they stepped inside. "They could be. That one fella looked like some creepy perv who lures girls to his harem for his amusement."

Angel sighed as they walked to the front desk. "You say that about everyone you meet that's male. Our names are Angel and Kitty. I believe the President is expecting us."

The young woman behind the desk nodded, typing on her computer. "Yes, he is. Go to the top floor and go all the way down the hall. It's the last door to the left. You can't miss it. First, please hand me your weapons."

Kitty gripped her staff tightly. "Why do you need our weapons?"

"I'm sorry if you feel offended. It's merely a precaution."

Angel nodded, lifting the two swords off her back. The young woman wrote her name on two tags and tied them to hilt before straining to place them against a wall. Kitty reluctantly handed over her staff and leaned over to slide the daggers out of her boots. The young woman stared in shock as Kitty pulled several guns off of her form. The holsters remained hidden by her shawl.

The woman simply took a small plastic box and placed the guns inside with Kitty's name on the lid. "They'll still be here when you return for them. The president is waiting for you."

The girls nodded and Kitty shifted closer to Angel as she noticed the eyes on her. Other than the young woman, they were the only females. SOLDIER was 99.99% male. The tiny .01% were female desk workers. Not a single member of the fighters were female. Until now, that is.

Angel gently grabbed Kitty's forearm. "It's alright, Kitty. Once they see us fight, they'll leave you alone. Plus, you've got your big sister here."

Kitty nodded, clinging to Angel's side. The elevator stopped at the 49th floor and two males walked in. They both had black hair, but the shorter male's hair was more like a porcupine.

The older male stopped short. "Are you young ladies heading to the president as well?"

Angel nodded as Kitty hid behind her. "Yes, sir. We're the new recruits."

He nodded as the younger male hopped into the elevator. Kitty scooted closer to Angel as he looked over at her. "You're a little cutie."

Angel gave him a glare. "You back off my sister. We don't know you and you don't know us, so don't flirt until you do."

The teen simpered as the older male chuckled. "My name's Angeal and I'm the Puppy's mentor. He's harmless enough."

Zack glared up at Angeal. "Hey! Don't tell them that stupid nickname."

Kitty giggled and the elevator stopped. She looked at it curiously. "Huh. That was a short ride."

Angeal nodded. "Shin-Ra likes having nice things. The trick is making sure they stay working. Here's the president's office. Fair warning, don't be offended by anything he says and don't harm him. He doesn't take lightly to that."

He held the door open and let the girls walk in first. The president looked to be a short, portly man with a blond mustache and hair. His piercing, blue eyes watched the two girls sit down. Kitty ignored the cushion and sat down on the arm of Angel's chair.

Zack and Angeal walked inside, shutting the door behind them. "Good," the president began, "you're all here. Angel and Kitty, the first test you two have to fight against Angeal and Zack together. This will be a great exercise for your teamwork and to see how well you two do against two trained SOLDIERs in the flesh. Do not worry about holding back against them."

Angel nodded. "You two have a problem with that?"

Angeal shook his head. "Of course not."

Zack smirked. "You two haven't had Mako injections yet. Don't expect to win against us."

Angel smirked as Kitty simply said, "Don't get cocky. We've been working together for the past seven years. I'm guessing that's longer than you two have been."

Zack chuckled sheepishly. "Got us there. But still, we're bigger and probably a lot stronger." Angeal sighed, wanting to slap his pupil.

President Shinra chuckled lowly. "This is going to be an interesting battle. I can't wait to watch."

Angeal raised an eyebrow. "You're going watch?"

The short man nodded, standing. "Yes. You have five minutes to prepare and gather the weapons you plan on using. We have an entire arsenal of weapons for you to choose from."

Angel shook her head. "Don't worry about that. We have our own, sir. We just need to retrieve them."

~A few minutes later~

Kitty double-checked the guns for ammuntion. They were all full and ready to be fired. She made sure they strapped on tightly to her form. Zack looked over at her curiously. "Why do you have so many guns? Why are they strapped so tightly to you?"

Kitty shyly said, "You'll see. You are like a puppy with these questions."

The simulation room changed into a large arena with several pillars. Angel called Kitty over to her and Kitty stood beside her. Angel quietly asked, "How should we do this?"

Kitty tilted her head to the side, eyeing Zack and Angeal. "I don't think they work together like we do. I don't think Angeal will use that big sword unless he's forced to. Zack's movements are wild and erratic, but you'll know if he makes contact."

Angel nodded. "Start off separately before teaming up. Sound good."

Kitty grinned as her pupils dilated, almost covering her entire iris'. "I get a treat if we win, right?"

Angel rolled her eyes. She should've figured Kitty would let her dark side take over. "Of course. Don't be reckless."

"I call dibs on the pup."

Somebody shot off a gun, signalling the start of the fight. Kitty disappeared as Angel drew one of her swords. Angeal charged towards Angel as Zack looked around for Kitty cautiously, his sword drawn.

He jumped back as a large chunk of rock was tossed his way. He heard giggling and caught a glimpse of Kitty's white shawl before a large fireball was sent towards him. He dived out the way, mumbling, "Dammit, this girl's not going to let me get close to her."

He jumped, hearing a voice next to his ear. "You wanna play closer? Okie dokie~"

Zack swung his sword, but it was stopped by a pair twin daggers. He noticed that Kitty's pupils were dilated to extreme propportions. He silently cursed, jumping back away from her.

Angeal regretted choosing to fight Angel. He didn't want to fight Kitty, for fear of injuring her and hurting his own honor. Angel swung her Buster Sword with one hand, using her other to deflect his blows.

Her hand didn't have a single mark on it from his sword. He didn't want to use his own Buster Sword, but this was a quickly losing fight. He glanced at Zack for a moment, only to be kicked in his stomach.

He stumbled back, catching his breath. Angel smirked at him. "You should pay attention to your own fight. Kitty shouldn't hurt him too badly."

He drew his Buster Sword, dropping the smaller sword. "'Too badly'?"

Angel shrugged. She drew her other Buster Sword. Now, she held one in hand. "I'm sure you've read our files. She's bipolar. You can tell when her dark side comes out because her pupils dilate more than usual. Now, let's fight."

Kitty twirled around Zack. She had replaced one of her daggers with her staff. She hit Zack's head once again with her staff. He growled lowly, slashing at her with his sword. She dodged, giggling hysterically. "Gotta be faster than that, puppy~"

He glared. Zack reached into his pocket and grabbed a small potion. He downed it quickly, feeling the energy rush through his veins. The potion was no normal healing potion. It was a haste potion.

Now that his movement were faster, he could keep up with Kitty. Kitty's giggling increased as he cut her arm. Blood stained her arm and shawl quickly. She laughed, running over to Angel.

Angel noticed this and shoved Angeal away from her. She quickly sheathed her swords and met Kitty half-way. Kitty jumped up, using her staff as leverage. Her staff fell to the floor and she tossed her bloodied shawl off.

Angel lifted Kitty onto her shoulders so Kitty was wrapped around her neck like a snake. Kitty's legs straightened out and Angel began to shoot the guns strapped to them at the two males.

Zack now understood why they were so tightly strapped to her. He dodged the bullets, thanking the haste potion for his new speed. He hid behind a pillar, panting beside Angeal. "So, you decided to use your sword? Not worried about wear, tear, or rust?"

Angeal lightly glared at him. "This is an emergency. I didn't realize how strong they were."

Zack nodded. "That smaller one, Kitty, is insane. Her file wasn't lying when it said she was bipolar."

"We can't hide behind here forever. I'll cover you."

"Got it."

Angeal stepped out from behind the pillar, Zack staying close behind him. Angeal blocked the bullets with his massive sword. Kitty had moved on Angels' shoulders, now having her own shoulders pressed against her sisters'. Her face was slowly turning red from being upside-down.

Kitty bent her body and Angel shot off the large gun on her back. Angeal held his ground as the sword rattled in his grip. The two males wondered how Kitty could move so easily with so many guns strapped to her small form.

Once they were close enough, Zack got ready to jump as Angeal crouched down. Zack let out a battle cry as he jumped off of Angeal's sword, swinging his own at the two girls. Kitty stared in shock as the sword cut her left thigh.

The wound wasn't particularly wide, but was thick. Kitty screamed loudly, nearly shattering the two-sided glass that the few spectators were behind. Angel winced at the sound and set Kitty on the floor.

Zack stared in shock as the simulation ended. A small pool of blood formed around her leg, staining his boots. Angel took off her belt and tied it tightly above the wound. She turned to Angeal. "Do you have a potion?"

Angeal nodded, tossing one to her. She uncorked it with her teeth and stuffed a piece of her jacket in Kitty's mouth. "Bite down on this. Gotta keep that tongue." Kitty did, with tears streaming down her face.

Angel poured the potion directly onto the wound. Kitty bit down harder on the jacket, her screams muffled. Angel winced at the sound. Angel truely hated seeing Kitty in this much pain.

The wound began to close, leaving a dark red mark. Angel sighed in relief as the blood stopped pouring and Kitty's screams turned into faint whimpers.

Zack had an apologetic look on his face. "I didn't mean to hurt her so badly. I'm so sorry, Kitty."

Kitty hissed at him, letting her sharp teeth show. He flinched, looking down. Angel looked up at him. "She'll be okay. She's just in pain right now. Don't expect her to be nice to anyone except me. Is there a doctor here or someone along those lines?"

Angeal nodded. "I'll show you the way. I must warn you, he's a little... um... crazy."

Angel scooped Kitty into her arms. Kitty wimpered as her leg was moved. Angel looked down at her apologeticly. "Let's get going before she starts screaming again."

"I agree."

Zack sadly watched them leave. He grabbed Kitty's fallen shawl and staff. He looked at the bullet casings around him. Those two girls were powerful together and very close. He had a feeling that if he were to fight them as enemies, they'd kill him without mercy. Zack figured he should be nicer to them and start by washing the blood from her white shawl. Even if he hated doing his own laundry.