I hope I didn't take too long to post. I'm trying to keep up with my other stories but in truth...I really just want to work on this one. It's too much fun to write. XD

Chapter #4

As soon as Sephiroths sword spun past Clouds head and lost behind them, he swooped in on his bike but his timing was off by a mere few seconds when Sephiroth twisted and his fist collided with the younger silver haired man. Clouds sword narrowly made a gash across Sephiroths back, catching the mans attention.

Weaponless, he had little choice but to pull away. Cloud persevered though, catching up, blade striking for the neck. Sephiroth dodged the initial attack before his bike slammed against Clouds. Cloud yelped as his leg was being crushed. Sephiroth had moved his leg up so it wouldn't be crushed and quickly kicked the thick blade out of Clouds grip. Cloud,-with great effort- unlocked his bike from Sephiroths and steered his bike so it was a little distanced from his enemy.

"It's been a while, hasn't it, Cloud?" Sephiroth smirked, as he attempted to ram their bikes together again. Cloud mirrored the movement so he was away from the collision. His leg felt numb and bruised from the abuse and he wished to have then feeling return to his leg before he met again in collision. A steady pattern was made of swooping in and away and racing forward.

Cloud frowned as he saw that he needed to refill on gas as it was empty. Suddenly braking, the bike turned sideways and came to a stop, sliding a bit farther than Cloud had intended. Getting off his bike Cloud watched as Sephiroth continued on for a bit until he spun around and headed straight for Cloud. He was almost at Cloud when Sephiroth spun the bike, jumping into the air. Managing to kick off the revolving bike, he launched himself after Sephiroth. They both heard and felt the explosions of their bikes colliding but ignored it as in midair they fought fist-to-fist. As gravity got its way they began to descend towards the ground. Sephiroth caught Clouds arm when it next swung forward and twisted it so he held Clouds arm behind the blondes back. Cloud grunted in pain, trying to twist free. Sephiroths other arm came around, locking against Clouds neck. He felt his legs hit the ground and they buckled under the pressure but Sephiroth held him up and his vision suddenly blurred.

"How does it feel, Cloud? Does it feel like your life is slipping away like a memory?"

Cloud didn't answer but Sephiroth had the feeling right. Even if he did want to respond he probably couldn't. His body was growing weaker, his vision doubling and pain was ripping through his arm and he couldn't escape. Cloud tried to kick feebly at Sephiroth but his world was fading too fast. Suddenly Sephiroth released him, shoving him to the ground. Cloud fell face first into the dirt, rocks cutting his face and arms as he tried and failed to catch himself. He gasped for air, body shuddering. Sephiroth kicked Cloud onto his back, making it that much harder for Cloud to catch his breath. Clouds hands rose to his neck as if it would help to bring air through it. He massaged it, ignoring the pain in his arm from being strained too much.

"I don't have time for you right now. So sorry to disappoint." Sephiroth said as he walked off leaving Cloud in the dirt, face cut, neck bruised, and arm aching.

"You aren't going anywhere." Sephiroth paused as he heard the harsh words spoken to his back. He turned slightly, flicking some strands of hair away from his eyes to see Cloud better as the blonde sat up, then got to his feet, shakily.

"And why is that, Cloud? Can you stop me?" Clouds eyes shot up and locked onto Sephiroths. For a while they stared, not blinking nor turning away. Slowly Sephiroth let his eyes slip shut, a smile gracing his lips as he sighed. "So be it." He said and shot forward. Cloud narrowly twisted out of the way, hand reaching out and taking hold of Sephiroths long hair and tugging him back. Sephiroth grunted in frustration but twisted back and punched Cloud across the face. Cloud spun back onto the ground. Sitting up he rubbed his bleeding cheek and rolled as Sephiroths foot came down for an attack on his stomach.

"Stop running Cloud." Sephiroth chuckled and easily side stepped Clouds punch. Again and again Cloud made failed attempts to hit Sephiroth, frustration mounting on him. Suddenly Cloud jolted back, as if burned. Sephiroths' face contorted in confusion at the sudden movement and then Cloud was on top of him. Sephiroth tumbled onto his back, Clouds fist coming in contact with any part of Sephiroths' body that wasn't being blocked by his muscular arms. Sephiroth, for some unknown reason, couldn't catch Clouds' flailing arms, the younger man twisting them away just in time to successfully land another hit on the silver haired man. Cloud squeezed his legs against Sephiroths sides to make it that much harder for the man, one fist hitting Sephiroth square in the chest, making the man gasp at the sudden jolt that knocked the air from his lung. Cloud wasn't really paying close attention to what he was doing, just wildly punching and trying to hurt the man that was the source of his anger. Sephiroth. The silver haired man bellow him who suddenly had a smile on his slightly flushed face.

"Are you becoming a murderer now, Cloud?"

"No! I'll only kill you." Cloud growled but the slight hesitation gave Sephiroth the chance required to escape. His hands hooked under Clouds legs and he tipped him, throwing him slightly so he slid across harsh gravel. Swiftly he returned to standing while Cloud did the same, a smug look plastered to his cut and dirty face. Sephiroth and Cloud stared for a while before continuing their fight, fists slamming into each others bodies, an occasional kick successfully planting itself somewhere on the others body. This wasn't going anywhere and both knew it, they just continued, trying to wear the other one out or see who falters first. Cloud made the grave mistake that cost him his life. His eyes caught something moving in the distance and his attention on the fight faltered. Sephiroth swooped in real close, his hand clamping around Clouds slim neck with his other came swinging around and he snapped his neck, immediately ending his life. The smaller body crumpled to the ground, a heavy thud sound made by the sudden fall. Sephiroth was shocked that Cloud made such a foolish mistake. It was so easy to kill him but it never had been before. As easy as Sephiroth made it look to avoid him it was difficult in reality. Every move was close and made the hair on the back of his neck tingle and his heart would jump in his chest when at times he managed to avoid a blow by pure chance.

"Well, that was disappointing, Cloud." Sephiroth murmured to the corpse, kicking it slightly, making it flop onto his back. Cloud looked more at ease now that his life was taken. All the suffering and pain he felt, all his horrible memories and troubles from the beginning of his life to now permanently ceased. His face was clam, and although covered in dirt and dried blood, was calm and relaxed as if he was in a better place. He probably was. Sephiroth brushed a few strands of blond hair from the closed lids concealing vibrant but now dull and blank, soulless, blue eyes. Sephiroth, with mild discomfort, hoisted the dead body over his shoulder and carried it over to a shaded part in the land, lying the body down with some care for a somewhat worthy opponent. Had Cloud actually wished to die? He would never now. It didn't matter now. He would never find the answer. The words would never be spoken again through those cold lips, from the mind of one as calm, and selfless as Cloud.

He left before he could stare into a trance at the body and ponder the many reasons why the fight ended to quickly with such an easy snap of the blonde's neck. The silver haired man walked in the direction that he felt a strong aura reaching out to him, unconsciously calling him. There were two, in fact. Both of different strengths but same fear and hatred built within them. Their auras, strong, bold, nervous, yet cold, he constantly felt them with in his body. It coursed through his veins, pumping in his heart, ringing through his mind and in his very essence. It was because of course he was to return in one of their bodies, as they were his clones. Some more compatible then the others. Kadaj for instance: he was the best for him to return in but Sephiroth was back now it matter neither as to how he was back nor why. He had startled the three younger silver haired men and even killed one of them. One lift didn't matter to him. It was one of many and if they refused to help they would be punished. Loz was merely an example. He gave him the opportunity to make his strength clear to the others.

Sephiroth, despite his other goals in life, wanted random pleasure to pass by the time. He needed reasons to punish them as to keep them loyal but it seemed to backfire with Kadaj and Yazoo. They held something dear to each other that should not be there. He didn't want them to be together unless he approved of it. They belonged to him and he would command them as he pleased. He would make them do things, make them fight, make them kill, make them scream, make them hurt and make them make love. Only with his permission.

No matter where they went now, he would always find them. They were always connected and whether they knew that or not didn't matter. He would hunt them down and hurt them. He had yet to decide if killing them would be worth it. It was much more fun just to punish and even this chase proved fun. He frowned as he saw smoke abruptly rose into the sky and the auras, the power of the two remaining silver haired brothers, weakened to an almost invisible state. Sephiroth lightly chuckled to himself and continued to walk in that casual pace of his, heading in the direction of those two he was hunting.

The wind blew harder, dust and sand lifting up and sweeping over the planes. His eyes squinted against it but he only continued on. For such a hot place it felt cold. Whether it was his mood or the wind but what comforted him was the weak fragrance he could almost smell was the cut flesh of the two weak bodies that he just knew were lying motionless on the ground in an unconscious state. He figured they would wake before he would get there.

Let them wake up. They couldn't go too far before he'd catch up. Even so, he would continue to hunt them, killing anyone that came in his path. He had let to retrieve his sword so he altered his direction slightly so he'd by pass the two younger males. They could wait. He would not continue for them until his sword was back with him.

A grin returned to his face as he thought of all the possibilities to torture them, punish them, and make them scream and cry. The mere thought pleased him and made a spark of excitement rise in his chest. The anticipation was threatening to overwhelm him, to make him change course but he squashed it and continued on for his blade. Kadaj and Yazoo would have to wait.

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Well…That's it for this chapter. I know…no Kadaj or Yazoo. I deliberately left them out of this chapter. I promise you'll see more of them in the next chapter. If you have any ideas or insist on me adding something I'll see what I can do. Advice is always helpful.

For now until next chapter, ja ne! And yes I know this chapter was shorter then the others. XD Oh well. :P