Disclaimer: I don't own either Harry Potter or Final Fantasy VII and it's spin-offs.

Author's Notes: Wow, a chapter that wasn't solely in Harry's point of view. The end of this chapter hints at something hinted at the end of Insanity's Wisdom. Anyone who figures it out gets a cyber-cookie.

Sword Work
AKA Why You Don't Turn Your Back on Teens With Sharp Objects
(DT)

Harry leaned against a random rock formation bored out of his mind and a simple practice sword held semi-limply in his hand. A year after he arrived and he was finally starting to learn the basics of swordsmanship. If he could survive Cloud's beginning lecture that is. So far it was a loosing battle. He didn't even have Vincent to keep him company any more since he'd ran off five minutes into the lecture. He swore he saw Vincent give him a 'sucks-to-be-you' look before he did his disappearing act.

Cloud was currently facing away from him looking out over the plains of Midgar from the top of a cliff. He did a slow blink as the gears in his head started turning again. A simple equation popped into his head. An occupied Cloud facing away from him plus a sharp, pointy object in his possession equals a cure for boredom. An insane grin spread slowly across his lips as he edged closer to Cloud as quietly as possible. He'd have to thank Vincent for those Turk stealth lessons.

He cackled evilly as Cloud went sailing over the edge of the cliff with a yelp. He took a moment to catch his breath and savor his victory before promptly doing an about-face and taking off running as if the hounds of hell were after him. No way in hell he was going to be still there when Cloud got back to the top of the cliff.

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At the bottom of the cliff, Vincent watched Cloud as he laid in a heap as he stared up at the top of the cliff, a bland 'what happened?' look on his face.

"This is what you get for turning your back on a bored teen with a sharp, pointy object," Vincent said slight amusement coloring his voice.

Cloud just grunted and give Vincent a look that clearly said 'shut up'.

"Are you going after him?" a raised eyebrow accompanied the question.

"I figured I'd give him a five minute head start. He's not enhanced after all." came the calm reply.

"Yet," was the softly breathed response, barely a whisper on the wind.

Cloud stood up and dusted off his cloths before looking back up to the top of the cliff. Cloud smiled.

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