I don't own Bleach or Cloud. Honestly, I don't even own the plot. Hope ya'll enjoy.
Cloud watched as the two men fought viciously, one trying his hardest to kill the other. He enjoyed the fight, the younger mans speed and power was increased ten-fold. The kid was more determined than Cloud was to become a Soldier.
Cloud suddenly began thinking about his home. He thought about Tifa and how she was always smiling. He then thought about his latest employer, Barret. That bastard owed him money! Just because he's in a different dimension didn't mean that he'd let the man slide with pay! Cloud watched Mr. Urahara dodge an array of slashes. He was nimble, maybe more nimble than Sephiroth.
Sephiroth. Cloud's shining eyes became filled with fire. He thought about that murderous man and how he slaughtered his home town. Cloud wanted to do nothing more than kill that man.
"Then kill me." Cloud's eyes shot open with fear. He slowly turned around. What he saw shocked him. There stood Sephiroth, in all of his notorious glory. "Kill me. If that is your will, do it." Cloud stood up and gripped his sword. He gritted his teeth at the silver haired murderer. Cloud ran and tried to slice him. Sephiroth disappeared.
"You always were weak." Cloud was filled with fear. He turned and saw Sephiroth staring at him. He held a bland expression on his face. Cloud ran at him again and swung his massive sword. Sephiroth stepped to the side. Cloud stumbled forward, resulting in a dry laugh from Sephiroth. Cloud jumped up and kept swinging at the man, who effortlessly dodged every attack.
"Stop playing with me!" Cloud yelled. His temper flared as he continued to slice.
"Is a toy not meant to be played with?" Sephiroth said. Cloud was getting angrier by the second. His pace picked up. He was trying his hardest to destroy this man, this so called entity. "Draw your weapon and fight me!"
Sephiroth smirked. When Cloud swung at him, he didn't try to dodge it. His blade appeared in his hand and he stopped the opposing blade. Cloud was straining to push Sephiroth back, but the man looked calm. There was no strain from his end. This fueled Clouds anger.
"This grows tiring." In one swift movement, Sephiroth swiped Clouds blade out of his hand. He then twirled around and impaled Cloud up to the hilt. "Fighting me is futile. Death is inevitable." He pulled out his sword. Cloud collapsed into the dirt. He looked up and saw the silver haired man slowly fade away. "Death is inevitable." He repeated as Cloud lost consciousness.
Clouds eyes fluttered open. He grimaced as the bright light hurt him. He looked recognized the room, this was Mr. Uraharas room. He wondered how he got there. He then remembered his fight with Sephiroth. He swiftly sat up and looked at his chest. He saw no bandages, or not even a scar. They must have some really powerful medicine in this dimension.
"You're up." Cloud turned and saw Mr. Urahara standing at the door. In his hand was a cup, it smelt like it was tea.
"Where's Sephiroth?" Cloud demanded.
"Who the hell is that?" he responded as he took a sip of his cup.
"The man with the silver hair. Long black cape. Longer sword. The one that I was fighting!"
"I have no idea who your talking about. Maybe you were hallucinating. I mean you were slicing the air, and trash talking it as well. I think your losing your marbles man." He took a long sip of his tea as Cloud stared at the ground in disbelief. Was he going crazy? "But… I do think something is going on." Cloud shot him a look. "You aren't the only new energy I sense. There's one that's similar to yours… just much more ominous, and it's hard to trace. It pops up, then disappears. It's also very powerful, maybe the strongest I've ever felt."
Cloud clenched his fist. "Where is he? I have to stop him before he kills more people!"
"Are you deaf? It's nearly impossible to trace him. I think he's sitting somewhere building power. Honestly, you need to the same. Even though you have your sword, you can't beat him yet. Oh, and by the way, Congratulations on that."
Cloud stood up. He held out his arm and his massive sword appeared. It looked like his old blade, except this one was pure black. It was eerie in a way. Cloud was absorbed into the sword, he felt like he wanted to talk to it. "Where is it coming from?" he wondered.
"Honestly, we don't know. It sort of just appears to people with an immeasurable amount of spiritual energy." Cloud swung the sword. It felt much better than his previous blade. It was lighter, yet more destructive. It dissolved back into the air. "Listen, me and you will train individually. Ichigo is exhausted after our sessions. We leave for the rescue mission in a week. In your current condition you'd be a liability. Be up at three a.m."
Cloud nodded his head. As Mr. Urahara left the room he looked at the clock. It was 2:56 a.m. That damned Urahara…
A/N: Ok… I'm back in school so this story will be coming at you quickly. This chapter was short and rather uneventful. I'm not going to go into detail about the training session, the next chapter will go straight into the Soul Society. Alright…
