Invictus

by Cpl.Hicks

Although controversial, mako injection is the first step toward becoming a SOLDIER. Fresh out of the country, Cadet Cloud Strife is eager to receive his 'rite of passage', at whatever the cost. But when he finally obtains his wish and is injected the mysterious cells, the side effects prove deadly and threaten his sanity and life. (C/S: M for language, violence, sex, drugs)

25. A Lesson on Swords

Author's Note: Yet another complicated chapter. :P Funny how the relationship between Cloud/Sephiroth keeps evolving into something more than what I initially thought it'd be. In fact, their segment was originally a lot different than what's been posted here. I delayed uploading this chapter, though, because it didn't feel right. So I went over it one more time with a different take. I think this turnout makes the most sense. Playing Dissidia and reading up on the Hero/Villian archetypes, it's natural their relationship would initially start out like this.

Again, I want to thank the people who posted their comments for last chapter. Your support means a lot to me. Okay, so enough mushy talk! :B In this chapter! Dr. McClain enlists some unlikely help to protect her patient. Candy Land. And Cloud has a session with Raven. O_O

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CHAPTER 25: A Lesson on Swords

It'd been a while since Dr. McClain took a trip down to the Slums. What was it now? Over three months? Since the first day she walked into Shinra's Headquarters, she had little to no time to visit her former patients in the underworld. She missed and worried about them all the time though. As dysfunctional as they were, some more than others, they were her extended family. Granted, her private business was a modest one and she hardly got paid for her services at the Slums. She was always one month late on her rent. Still, the renter gave her a break and the people donated whatever they could for her private practice. They were family. Even though she technically had only one grandson, Dr. McClain referred to the children in the Slums as her grandchildren. Back in the day, they had all come to visit her office for treats and snacks. It would be nice to see them all again; to catch up and see how they were doing. And behaving. Unfortunately, her trip to the underworld was business-related. Dr. McClain had someone very important to meet. It concerned a sensitive matter that demanded complete discretion.

Riding in the train, Dr. McClain sat by a window and watched the bright morning sun in the sky. It was early, just barely eight seven. On the streets, people flooded the sidewalks; many of them hurrying to work. It looked to be a pleasant morning in Midgar after the showers from last night. The train eventually turned the tracks and made its long journey down a dark tunnel. The underworld awaited beyond it.

Dr. McClain checked her watch. She frowned and quietly grunted to herself. She was running ridiculously late for her meeting. The commute took longer than she anticipated. She suspected why. According to the red-flashing monitors above her head, security had been raised to Level Five; max. Every fifteen minutes or so the train temporarily stopped at a check point and the onboard surveillance systems activated. They scanned all passenger freight cars for proper identification. Any possible threats detected meant an automatic lockdown of the entire train. Dr. McClain wasn't sure what brought about this increase in security except that it made a lot of onboard commuters annoyed and tensed, herself included.

"Damn Avalanche," a man in a business suit mumbled next to her. He shook his head and fidgeted with the suitcase on his lap. "I'm late for work because of them."

Curious, Dr. McClain turned to him in her seat. "Avalanche…?"

"Yeah, didn't you hear the news this morning?" he replied, "They bombed the Northwest Vista train. Both the train and tracks are currently under repairs. That's why many trains have been rerouted this morning. I gotta take this train and transfer on Solomon Street just to make it to downtown now. It's ridiculous."

The businessman pointed at the monitors overhead. Dr. McClain followed his direction and observed a live newsfeed.

"The Northwest Vista train that commutes directly to Midgar Downtown was hit last night by several cocktail bombs," a female reporter announced onscreen, "The train derailed and ten people suffered from minor injuries. Thankfully, SOLDIER operatives had been dispersed to bring the situation under control. The suspects responsible for the attack had fled the scene but all signs point to eco-terrorist group, Avalanche, as the responsible party. While details remain sketching, Avalanche has been involved in six other public incidents in Midgar this month. President Shinra will be issuing a public statement to the press this afternoon with regards to their recent attack. Stay tuned as more information unfolds. And now for the weather…"

Dr. McClain turned away from the newsfeed. Well. That certainly explained a bunch. She honestly wasn't sure what to think about the situation. Having lived in the Slums for so many years, she was fully aware of the underground group that steadily rose in numbers to defend the planet. She'd met many of Avalanche's prominent members on more than one occasion. That was back in the day when they spray-painted their message on walls, conducted friendly protests outside Shinra's Headquarters, and performed a few clever guerrilla acts throughout downtown Midgar. They wanted to raise attention to the negative effects of mako energy consumption on the planet. They had a noble cause. So what the hell happened?

"From what I heard, a few undercover SOLDIER operatives are onboard the trains to survey things," the business man disclosed. He rolled his eyes and growled. "I just hope they get these creeps. Our taxes are paying SOLDIER good money to keep the peace. Pretty soon we'll have a mandatory city-wide curfew if this keeps up. General Sephiroth better turn up with the head of this group's leader soon or he'll hear an earful from me!"

During the duration of the trip, the business man continued to gripe and complain. A bit annoyed, the elder psychologist left him to his own devices and simply stared out her window again. They were in the underworld now; consumed by darkness. The glamorous bright cityscape of Midgar was now replaced by rusty pipes, broken concrete walls, and corroded metals. Dr. McClain had nearly forgotten how dark and dreary the Slums were. As the train passed over landscapes of garbage and makeshift homes, she felt a tang of guilt. This world… it was in crumbles. Overshadowed by the world above, the children of the Slums were made to sleep in the filth Midgar's residents carelessly disposed of. Even the rats, themselves, weren't better off here. Thousands of Slum residents died from starvation and diseases every day. Dr. McClain regretted not returning to her former place of residence. Sure, her research in mako infusion was vital and brought her closer to understanding its effects on the human mind and body. And yet, she felt as if she'd effectively abandoned the people of the Slums by taking the job.

"Now arriving at Sector 7," announced the tram conductor through the speakers. "Please have your proper identification cards out before exiting the train. You will not have permission to leave the platform until you've been approved by security. This is for your own safety. Thank you for your cooperation and have a nice day."

Dr. McClain stifled a groan of annoyance as she dug out her Shinra Identification card from her large purse. My, how the times had changed since her last time here. Until today, the world was routine and predictable. It was safe. But change was in the air. She felt it. It was an uneasy feeling that washed over her like a chilly breeze. Taking a deep swallow, Dr. McClain tried not to be overwhelmed by it. Instead, she waited for the train to come to a halt.

Once security checked her card, she was given permission to exit the train. With cane in hand, the old woman carefully descended the steps. Then she stood at the platform along with everyone else and searched for her welcome party. Filled with nostalgic feelings, Dr. McClain observed the place she used to call home. A few of the makeshift local establishments she remembered in this area were no longer there, likely deteriorated and torn down. She took a deep whiff of the air and immediately sneezed. Ah, yes. The air of the Slums… It always agitated her mako senses. There was dirt, mold, and all sorts of nastiness in the air. When she blew her nose on a handkerchief she found black gunk intermingled with her mucus. Disgusting…

Searching for her pick-up party throughout the platform, Dr. McClain caught sight of the train graveyard to her far right. She briefly smiled. The train graveyard was a well-known infamous place throughout the Slums. It consisted of abandoned trains that had either outlived their usefulness or were too broken beyond repair. She remembered seeing them exactly in their current position when she first arrived at the Slums. Nothing had changed. Riddled with beer cans, cigarette butts, and used condoms the train graveyard was known as a hang-out spot for gangs and couples. Dr. McClain inwardly smirked to herself. She braved that area several times in her past adventures. Her sole mission was to find and scold any child she'd come across. Pulling them by their tender ears, she'd drag their scrawny little asses back home to their worried parents. Thankfully, none of the gangs or prostitutes minded her theatrics. Hell, they often invited her to join them for their daily ritual smokes around a nice fire pit. She'd hear their tragic stories.

Dr. McClain exhaled slowly. Indeed, it had been too long.

"Oh my, what's this, what do I see?" a female's voice suddenly emerged from behind. It sounded loud, excited, and very high-pitched in volume. "Do my anxious eyes deceive me? Or could it be I see my beloved Granny?"

A tiny smile crept across Dr. McClain's lips. She recognized the owner of that particular voice and turned around. She discovered a seven-foot tall, dark-skinned woman there. Both of Dr. McClain's brows suddenly rose.

"Sugar?" the psychologist started and strained her back as she tried to look up at her. "Oh good God, honey, you're wearing your damn stiletto heels today."

"Of course I am, my darling!" replied an attractive and flamboyantly dressed woman who towered over Dr. McClain like a coliseum. Her long, blue fake lashes batted each time she blinked while her glittery eye shadow flickered with many colors. The woman quickly exclaimed, "Today is an important day, after all. When you asked to meet with me, Granny, I just haaad to look my best for you. Oh, how I've missed you so! C'mere and give me a big gushy hug, my love!"

Due to the extreme height difference, the psychologist found herself hugging Sugar's lower waist. With the heels, the seven-foot-tall woman was even taller than many doorframes allowed. It didn't help Sugar had her wavy, pink hair tied up in an extravagant, over-the-top, up-do style. For a moment, Dr. McClain simply looked up at the dark-skinned woman. Sugar really was a piece of work. Her hot-pink, poker-dotted corset tightly squeezed her waist and pushed up her enormous triple-D breasts. Meanwhile, an elaborately-designed multi-layered pink skirt trailed all the way down to her ankles. The front part of the skirt, though, was hiked short and accented her long legs.

With such a glitzy aristocratic style, the extremely tall female could capture the attentions of any man or woman miles away. Of course, when they first met a lifetime ago Dr. McClain had known her as Jupiter Madison, a lonely former male patient who had trouble coping with his sexual orientation. A young man with a promising future, Jupiter had previously lived above the Plate as the lead computer programmer for Shinra's Tech Department. Once his alternate lifestyle was discovered, though, he was promptly fired and moved to the Slums. Completely homeless, Dr. McClain had taken him in and nursed his mental wounds. In time, Jupiter recovered and became a born-again-human. Dr. McClain was pleasantly surprised to see Sugar advance in more ways than one in the world.

"Who are these people?" Dr. McClain inquired and noticed several peculiar characters nearby. "I haven't seen them before."

There were five men directly across them; each sturdy and extremely well-built. They donned glittery pink suits with matching bowties and star-shaped sunglasses. In their hands were a variety of bright-pink weapons that ranged from spiked clubs to crowbars to handguns. Dr. McClain wasn't sure whether to fear them or cock a brow.

"Oh, pay them no mind, Granny," Sugar reassured her with a darling smile. "They are my bodyguards. Spice was against the idea but I just haaad to have them. They're former Turks, you know!"

"Ex-Turks…?" Granny repeated; wide-eyed.

To the old woman, this was the equivalent of owning five lethally dangerous and undomesticated python snakes. To Sugar, though, this was the equivalent of owning five must-have brand shoes. The charismatic computer hacker had likely made arrangements with the Turks themselves to keep her five guards. No Turk was allowed to leave the organization unless in the body bag, after all. Thankfully, Sugar made it work.

"Yup, Spice and I got really lucky, Granny. There was a price on each of their heads when they defected. The poor puppies. But I took them in and now they are under my protection. Isn't that right, my gorgeous precious babies?" the tall woman cooed to them and lovingly stared at her five bodyguards like a mother would her babies.

The five former Turks remained silent and on guard. Nonetheless, their faces slightly blushed and there were hints of smiles on each face.

Dr. McClain softly chuckled. While the entire situation felt surreal, she didn't put it past Sugar to be ambitious and smart enough to hire former Turks as her personal bodyguards. Sugar and her partner, Spice, were heavy-weight figures in the underworld. And extremely smart. Their computer hacking skills were renowned throughout the entire world and a valuable commodity. Additionally, they stayed connected with the right people, such as the weapons and materia dealers in the Slums. Together, they formed an impressive underground network that reached the global level and rivaled Don Corneo's own stronghold in the underworld. It was this type of power and influence that made Sugar and Spice feared and wanted criminals. They were a threat to Shinra, especially when they were suspected of supplying Wutai with classified information and arsenals. Of course, it helped that the dynamic duo had a strong cult following in the Slums. Their popularity and willingness to share the wealth granted them anonymity and protection from the likes of Shinra. In short: Sugar and Spice were the Emperor and Empress of the underworld.

"What do you think of their uniforms, by the way?" Sugar asked Dr. McClain while the old woman surveyed the ex-Turks. She lightly tapped a manicured nail on her chin. "I found their former black attire to be completely unfashionable and devastating, so I dressed them up in something more horrorshow. Don't they look fabulous now?"

Dr. McClain laughed. "Yes, they look very pretty, my dear. As do you."

"Oh, Granny, how I love you! How I adore you! Can I keep you? Can I have you? Can you be mines forever and ever? I can give you the ultimate make-over. You can be pretty in pink. You'll be the hottest, sexiest bitch in the block!"

"Er, no. That's quite all right. By the way, where is Spice? I don't see him here."

"He's in the usual place. We will go to see him now. Yeah? We can have a cup of milk-laced tea and engage in a mind-boggling chat over cats and mice and everything nice, my Granny." Sugar turned to her bodyguards and snapped her perfectly glossed, long-nailed fingers at them. Eagerly, she announced, "Come, my adoring sweethearts! We embark on our glorious journey back to Candy Land. Prepare the gallant steed and pop open the bottles of Champaign. We ride!"

Escorted by the five bodyguards, Granny walked side-by-side with Sugar while they exited the train station's platform. From time to time, they stopped whenever someone requested a picture with Sugar. The Empress of the underworld was more than happy to oblige. Despite Sugar being a notorious kingpin, Dr. McClain did feel proud of her former patient. Sugar had embraced her identity and carved out her own path. She'd blossomed into a flower of her own choosing. Now, Sugar was an infamous celebrity of the underworld, their rightful Queen. Even the people from above the Plate adored her and catered to her overly flamboyant lifestyle.

Within a few minutes, they finally reached Sugar's gallant steed. It was an eight-door, rainbow-spray-painted limousine with sparkling rims that changed colors. Dr. McClain could tell the metal alloy of the vehicle was designed to block bullets. She also spotted several mini-guns mounted at the sides. Sugar and Spice were dearly loved in the underworld, but they received daily death threats from both Don Corneo and President Shinra. As a result, Sugar and Spice took extra precautions and even raised their own army called the Pink-Tarts. Donned in pink hockey masks, this band of misfits consisted mostly of mercenaries and former asylum patients. They fought on the couple's behalf as well as ensured that weapons and materia dealings went smoothly. Staring at two heavily-armored vehicles next to theirs, Dr. McClain found members of the Pink-Tarts inside them. Unlike Sugar's personal bodyguards, they dressed more casually with pink shirts and faded jeans.

"After you, my ever-loving Granny," Sugar expressed with a wink. The tall woman opened a door for her former psychologist.

Dr. McClain leaned in. At first, the old woman hesitated and simply stared at the interior. No surprise, there was pink everywhere; Sugar's favorite color. Even the luxury flat screen TV was pink. Dr. McClain noticed the entire seats were covered with a pinkish, soft fur too. In contrast, both the flooring and ceiling were coated white. She sniffed only once and detected a smell similar to fresh-baked cupcakes. Sugar's limo definitely had a princess feel to it. Meanwhile, a small disco ball rotated on the roof and broadcasted a spectrum of wild colors throughout the luxurious space. The old woman nearly gasped when she noticed an actual aquarium above the mini-bar. Various live and exotic fishes floated in the water. The water was dyed pink.

"Impressed, are you? Surprised?" the tall woman observed with a giggle. "Don't be shy, don't be coy. Step inside my castle on wheels and embark on a wondrous voyage with me, my Granny."

Dr. McClain carefully got inside. She took a seat at the far back. As she sat, Sugar followed after and occupied the space across the old woman. Trying to get comfortable, Dr. McClain readjusted her bottom but frowned when she felt something poke her. She reached a hand down and pulled out a long, rubbery object.

"It seems you've misplaced this," Dr. McClain amusingly informed and wagged the silicone dildo in her hand.

"Oh my, I nearly forgot about Mr. Happy-Happy!" Sugar said with a hearty laugh. "I'm so relieved you found him for me. How I missed him. Spice and I were being artistically creative the last time we road together. We've gotten into a ritual of picking up random miserable people we find on the streets and making them happy-happy again."

With a remote, Sugar turned on the pink-framed television screen. It revealed a recording of five homeless men engaged in various sexual acts. The sounds of their constant panting and moaning echoed loudly inside the limousine.

"Spice likes to record his works of art," Sugar revealed with a slight shimmer in her hazel eyes, "He built a museum to house his spectacular video work. He even opens the museum up to the public on weekends. Ah, my Spice. My love, my universe, my glorious walking-and-talking cock on legs… He's such an avant-garde artist. Don't you think?"

Dr. McClain stared at the work of art onscreen again. She inwardly hoped Sugar scrubbed the limousine clean before she picked her up.

"It's real horrorshow," mentioned Sugar very seriously, "A curator liked what he saw at Spice's museum and plans to take the gig up to the Plate. Imagine that? Certainly, it'll be a real educational and delicious knick-knack for Midgar."

"That's nice." Dr. McClain suddenly frowned and added, "But aren't you worried about… you-know-who?"

"Who? Dumb and Dumber?" Sugar said and referred to both Shinra and Don Corneo. "Pft. As if they can do anything to us. Besides, Spice is so excited! He's already working hard on his next masterpiece for the show. You'll come to the big event on opening day, right? It'll be horrorshow. It'll be fabulous. It'll rock your world upside down and make you see pink everywhere!"

"I wouldn't miss it. Tell me the date and I'll make arrangements to be there." The old woman smiled and passed Mr. Happy-Happy back to his original owner.

"Horrorshow! I'll be sure to message you a-s-a-p when we have a date. In the meantime…" Sugar accepted the sex toy and cradled him in her arms. "Ah, welcome back, Mr. Happy-Happy. I will properly put you away now. It's nap-nap time. You've had a hard day. Of course, if you'd like to get acquainted with my wonderful-ever-exciting-Granny…" Sugar grinned and looked up at Dr. McClain with one brow raised.

The old woman cleared her throat. "Some other time, my dear."

Sugar giggled.

While Sugar shoved the rubbery dildo inside her purse, all five bodyguards entered the limo. They sat at the other sections of the vehicle to give the two women some privacy. Once the doors were slammed shut and secured, the driver pulled the rainbow-colored limo away from a curb. The two heavily-armored cars followed suit. As they made their way to their next destination, Sugar turned on the music. Through the impressive speakers, a cheerful and upbeat song played alongside the sex video's crude noises. A bit overwhelmed by it all, Dr. McClain stared out through the dark tinted window and observed the Slums' streets they passed by.

"Drink, my fair lady?" offered Sugar from across with a bottle of Champaign in her hand already. "I serve only the best poison."

"No, thank you. I've many appointments to attend after our meeting so I must be in my tip-top shape. Maybe next time." Dr. McClain kept her eyes glued to the outside scenery for a second longer. Then she turned to her female companion. "By the way, I am so sorry for not arriving in a timely manner."

"Nonsense! Think nothing of it." Sugar smiled and poured herself a drink. "I knew the train incident last night would have a negative effect on public transportation and its arrival times. I am just so grateful you were not in that train yesterday, Granny. Please, my love, do be careful. It is not safe these days. The sky is falling and pigs are learning to fly."

Dr. McClain frowned and waited for her to elaborate.

"The Wutai war may be close to an end, but the world is finally opening its eyes. It's ready to pass judgment on Shinra. Several groups have risen to take up arms against him." Sugar paused and stared at Dr. McClain. Her thin, finely shaped brows pulled together and formed a worried expression. "This includes anyone affiliated with his company too, Granny."

Dr. McClain slowly nodded her head and understood Sugar's implications. She was an employee of Shinra and, thus, perceived as an enemy to some now. A bit depressed by this, the old woman wondered if it was possible for her to return to the Slums once she'd completed her mako infusion research. She had every intention of coming back. There were many people of the underworld that required her help.

"The incident last night…" Dr. McClain said and leaned forward in her seat, "According to the incoming news reports, it was Avalanche. Is this true?"

"Indeed, that group has gained quite a name for itself once Fuhito took charge," confirmed Sugar. "I've been monitoring their online activities. Fuhito… He's quite the oddest, obsessed little man I've ever known. I wouldn't want to be caught in a dark alley with him, even with my guards."

Dr. McClain noted the serious tone in Sugar's voice: she was tensed. Curious, the old woman remarked, "Avalanche used to be a decent group that fought for a good cause. Fuhito… who is this man? I've never heard of him before."

Whistling along with the current song on the stereo, Sugar pulled out her cellphone hidden between her enormous breasts. With only a few clicks, the profile of a young brown-haired man with thin-framed glasses appeared onscreen. Sugar passed the cellphone to Dr. McClain. The old woman closely observed the man's features onscreen. She noted his thin lips and dark-slit eyes. This was… Fuhito?

"You've missed a lot of interesting not-so-horrorshow happenings here during your absence, my love," mentioned Sugar, "Fuhito is a major player in Avalanche, alongside Elfe and Sears. He's managed to enlist many of your patients in his army for his cause, in fact."

"My patients…? Recruited?"

"When the cat is away, the mouse shall play," Sugar regretfully informed.

Dr. McClain's shoulders slumped.

"Fuhito is a smart and cunning man." Sugar took a sip of her drink and made a face when she added, "He's also a complete wacko. Many are taken by his charisma and brilliance, including his own people. They believe he will lead Avalanche into victory and save the planet. They've no idea what a naughty-naughty boy he really is. During his brief stunt as an intern for Shinra's Science and Research division, he'd written a statement-of-intent when he requested to serve as Dr. Hojo's apprentice."

"And?"

"His application was immediately rejected and removed from the archives."

"Why?"

"The paper was too extreme for the Board to approve. It took me some work, but I recovered the document and read it myself. I wholeheartedly agree with the Board's decision. Fuhito is crazed; a fanatic. He firmly believes in the restoration of this planet through purification. I'm sure you'd absolutely looooove dissecting his absurd mind, my Granny. It's certainly a mess in there. None of his pieces align right."

"When you say purification… what does that mean?"

"The eradication of you, me, and everyone else," Sugar explained and took another gulp from her glass. "Fuhito is an extremist, intent on human genocide. He figures that by wiping everyone out, he can restore Gaia to her untamed, pure self. As for us, we'd return to the Lifestream and fuel the planet with our spiritual energies."

"Restore Gaia to her untamed, pure self…" Dr. McClain repeated slowly. She stared at the man onscreen for a moment longer. Then she returned the phone to Sugar.

"It was him who'd assigned a few of his lower ranks to dismantle the train last night," Sugar revealed, "along with other wicked tasks."

"Why?"

Sugar shrugged her shoulders and shoved the cellular device between her breasts again. "Partly to screw with President Shinra and make him afraid of his own shadow. He also enjoys sending those pretty boys in SOLDIER out on a wild goose chase. However, Fuhito is dead-set in unleashing chaos in Midgar. The small scrimmages here are just a taste of things to come. He's working on something more horrorshow. When the time comes, he'll unleash a full-on attack and burn this city to the ground before he moves on to the rest of the pie."

Sitting back against her seat, Dr. McClain looked stumped. The news here was absolutely horrible. She'd been gone for over three months and, already, the world was falling apart in the Slums. Her former young patients recruited by some madman? Without someone to guide them, the children of the Slums had apparently sought leadership elsewhere. Dr. McClain wondered if she could reach out to them again. As for Avalanche itself, she knew its leaders; Elfe and Sears. They were good people. While they were determined to bring back balance for the planet, it was never to this extreme. Until this Fuhito character came along. Perhaps if she got in touch with Elfe and Sears she could settle the peace and help them restore the original message of Avalanche.

Quietly, Dr. McClain asked, "What's this big business Fuhito is planning on?"

"I am still figuring that out myself," informed the computer hacker and tenderly stroked the surface of her glass with a thumb. "According to the transcripts I decoded from Avalanche's cryptic online chats, though, I know it's something to do with Condor."

"Condor…" the old woman repeated slowly.

Dr. McClain recalled Sephiroth's sudden departure to Condor last week. Dr. Vivian had mentioned to her that he'd gone to settle a huge riot at the mako reactor there. She wondered if there was a connection between this riot and Fuhito's plans.

"My love, let us leave this depressing talk for another time," Sugar advised from across and set her glass down on the small table between them. She leaned forward. "We haven't seen each other for a long time so I'm eager to hear what you've been up to. I've missed you dearly!"

The old woman forced a smile on her face. Always on the move, Sugar absolutely hated lingering on one particular thing for too long, especially if it was a serious matter. Dr. McClain eventually entertained her host with a few stories while they traveled through the Slums. As usual, Sugar's own tales were over the top and lingered between absurdity and wittiness. The old woman choked on her spit a few times.

It wasn't long until they finally reached their designated area. Deep in the southern point of Sector 7, Sugar and Spice's hideout was rather clever. They were in a car junkyard of sorts, surrounded by discarded vehicles and rubber tires stacked high. All three convoys drove deeper into the landscape of rusted metal until they stopped at a seemingly dead-end. From her view, Dr. McClain discovered an entire audience of abandoned 18-wheeler trucks around them. One member of the Pink-Tarts suddenly exited their car and ran to one of the big-rigs. The truck's rear facing them, he activated the shutter of its semi-trailer. A second later, a ramp descended from it. The first heavily-armored car drove up and disappeared inside the big-rig. Dr. McClain felt their limousine move again. Like the first convoy, it headed in the direction of the 18-wheeler.

As the limousine drove up the ramp, Dr. McClain soon discovered the supposed semi-trailer was actually an entry point to a long and dark tunnel. It led down into an underground system. Looking out her window, Dr. McClain saw only darkness. The beams from their cars' headlights penetrated through the darkness though and they drove deeper and deeper into the underpass. At some point, they made a turn and entered another long-winded passage.

"Before the Plate, this city once thrived on the ground and had created its own sewer tunnel system," the flamboyant hacker broke the silence again. "We decided to use the tunnels to travel about the Slums without detection. No one, except for our people, knows this. You can keep a secret, right, my Granny?"

"Of course," Dr. McClain replied and understood the need for secrecy. If President Shinra ever discovered how Sugar and Spice regularly commuted he'd flush out the sewer tunnels to remove its unwanted pests.

They continued driving for roughly fifteen minutes until they stopped again. As before, one of the Pink-Tarts exited the car and turned on a flashlight. Curious, Dr. McClain leaned closer to her window and watched him. His single beam of light wandered a bit through the darkness until it shined on a massive, rusty metal door. The Pink-Tart member approached a console at the corner and inputted a numbered combination. Seconds later, the door creaked loudly. It slowly slid aside. The dark tunnel was suddenly consumed by colorful lights.

"Welcome to Candy Land," Sugar suddenly said with a smile, "City of sugar, spice, and everything nice!"

Dr. McClain blinked. She saw a flurry of people and shops on the other side of the massive metal door. The area was impressively large. It was at least the size of two stadiums with a ceiling that spanned three stories high. Once an aqueduct, the area was now dubbed Candy Land; an underground metropolis lit by dark lights and neon signs everywhere. Large, colorful structures took up most of the space. They consisted of residential homes and shops arranged in gridlock patterns. The underground city was obviously inspired by Wutai and Cyberpunk themes. Glow-n-the-dark lanterns and kites floated high in the air with the aid of enormous air duct fans that spun together alongside the outer edges of the city. Meanwhile the establishments themselves were either modeled after traditional Wutai homes with wood and rice paper materials, or an industrial-driven style with metals and light beams. Despite being situated underground, Candy Land was an extravagant sub-world that consisted of various pleasures.

For the most part, the residents of Candy Land were young. They ranged between their teens to late thirties. Dressed in gear that glowed, their brilliantly colorful clothes reacted to the dark lights that surrounded them. It was a regular night rave party down here. Amusingly enough, Candy Land's residents reflected the tastes of Sugar and Spice. Dr. McClain noticed half of the people shared Sugar's preference for the highbrow, refined style. With top hats and extravagant hairstyles, they dressed in their aristocratic clothes and walked as if they owned the world. In contrast, the rest of the citizens donned leather and bondage-type of attire. Their hairs varied from dreads to semi-shaved heads. With tight-fitting belts, spikes, and goggles, these Cyberpunk neighbors didn't seem like the type who gave a fuck. Even so, they got along with the aristocrats and commenced in various activities together. With residents like this, Candy Land was clearly a city for the strange and adventurous.

"Time to vamoose, love," Sugar told Dr. McClain as the limousine pulled to town's designated parking area.

One of the five bodyguards opened Dr. McClain's door. The old woman stepped out of the vehicle and slowly looked around her. My god, the sights… She was amazed by the sweet sounds of music and chatter as well as the pleasing aromas of various foods and perfumes in the air. Glancing at some the shops, she realized Candy Land had all the essentials of a city, from its own boutiques to its libraries and medical offices. Dr. McClain wanted to laugh. To think her former male patient would become one of the leading architects of this. It was no wonder why President Shinra wanted her removed. She and her lover had successfully made a world within a world.

Almost immediately, the residents of Candy Land took notice of the new arrivals. They quickly gathered around Sugar, their Queen. However, both her personal bodyguards and members of the Pink-Tarts formed a human barrier to block them off. Sugar blew kisses at everyone though and at some point flashed her triple-D breasts at them. In the process, she broke her cell phone when it flung loose into the air. Sugar simply laughed. After earning much applause and whistles of approval, the extremely tall woman shoved her impressive knockers back inside her corset and took Dr. McClain's hand. She strutted forward with one long leg crossing the other.

As they passed by many shops, Dr. McClain continued to take in the city. She shook her head; amazed. "How did you build such an incredible place, Sugar?"

"We got horrorshow people on board," the other woman answered back with a proud smile. "Many of them were former employees of Shinra like me. For example, the chap who laid out the groundwork for Candy Land was once the director of the Urban Development Department. Shortly after his sex scandal, he was replaced by pretty boy, Reeve Tuesti, and moved to the Slums. And our mayor here was actually the former mayor of Midgar until he got pushed out of the office by Shinra's puppet, Domino. So yeah, Spice and I just gathered these lost sheep and gave them a purpose again. Now, everyone is happy-happy."

They headed north, past a few bakeries and drag queen tailored boutiques. Dr. McClain was surprised to find a lack of protest messages on the walls or propaganda posters. The city was clean of all that and seemed to thrive exclusively on various pleasures, from sweets to sex shops. It was also interesting to see an absence of violence and public authorities here. Dr. McClain expected a fight to break out any minute and unleash chaos. None did. Instead, the people conducted themselves without a care in the world. Dr. McClain did notice a heavy presence of the Pink-Tarts, though. She suspected they were the law enforcers of Candy Land and kept the peace.

"This place really is something," Dr. McClain noted and sounded impressed. "Considering how many of your people were jaded by the company, I'm amazed your lot chose not to retaliate against Shinra and, instead, stepped up to the plate to create this paradise."

Sugar laughed. "Yeah. You already know how much I despise Shinra, Granny, but I've moved passed all of that dillydallying. So has the Mayor and others. Candy Land is free of the politics and senseless war."

"What do you mean?"

"We no longer concern ourselves with the elitists and representative groups," the tall woman elaborated, "Here, we're equal opportunists. We don't care for specific ideologies and religions; with saving the planet or controlling mako energy; with telling anyone who is right and who is wrong. None of that is welcomed here. That's why our city is secluded from everything and everyone. Candy Land is a place where people can be free to pursue whatever passions they want without ridicule or harassment."

Dr. McClain could definitely see the carefree lifestyle enforced in this place. Many scandalous activities that were considered great offenses in Midgar were openly embraced in Candy Land without judgment or persecution. Given the challenges Sugar faced in her own life, Dr. McClain could certainly understand why she wanted to build a utopia and escape hard reality.

"We invite only the free-thinkers and lovers of the world," Sugar continued and raised her hand to the people around them. She smiled. "We're all here to have fun and enjoy the simple pleasures of life, my love. This is something members of SOLDIER and Avalanche and other similar groups could never understand. It's why we don't allow them here in Candy Land. Let them and the rest of the world fight over pointless causes. We will have our pie and enjoy every crumb of it before our bodies collect to dust."

Sugar didn't speak another word when they reached a rusty steamed-engine train. It was stationed by itself, away from most of the city's mainstream action. The only one of its kind, the vintage train stuck out like a sore thumb. Dr. McClain had no idea how it got here. However, she suspected Sugar claimed the relic from the train graveyard and transported it down here with the use of the sewer system. It was now a place of residence. From where she stood, Dr. McClain could observe a dining room and kitchen along with other traditional-setting rooms. Further down the train, she also spotted a coal hopper that had been converted into a pool. Likewise, a cattle car was changed to an outdoor patio.

"Home sweet home," Sugar mentioned with a pleased sigh.

"Looks cozy," Dr. McClain remarked and observed the armed guards nearby.

No surprise, security here was tight. There was a Pink-Tart stationed at every few meters and formed a perimeter. Additionally, machine guns and surveillance cameras were mounted across the train's lengthy body of metal. Sugar and Spice spared no expense at protecting their lives from potential threats, even from their underground kingdom.

Dr. McClain followed Sugar toward one of the freight cars. She noticed a stack of computer monitors just outside an entry point. Currently on, they flashed a variety of colors and video montages. The imagery was a mixture of various animals and insects engaged in sex. An inflatable sex doll sat on a rocking chair next to these monitors. In its hands was a sign that greeted everyone: Welcome Sex-Crazed Stargazers.

With a giggle, Sugar led Dr. McClain inside her home. They traveled down several freight cars. The psychologist was surprised to see how each section changed dramatically from pink and glamorous, to dark and twisted. Apparently, both Sugar and Spice divided their spaces to their preference. There were two kitchens. Two living rooms. Two restrooms. Two everything. Dr. McClain was amazed the couple somehow made it work.

They finally stopped at one area of the train with walls two times higher than the previous sections. The entire space was black on black. Black furniture. Black walls. Black floors. Black curtains. Black fixtures. About the only parts of this room that emitted light came from the very end of the freight car. A series of lit monitors and keyboards were cluttered there, hung in the air with heavy duty cables. They formed a giant hive. It was at the center of this hive that Dr. McClain found a man sitting upside-down in a chair. He was suspended in the air with bungee cords.

Spice.

Currently connected online, Spice was unaware of his two visitors. His face was covered with a metal visor, save for his cherry-black lips. Spice wore a black-meshed shirt and knee-high boots assorted with belts and chains. His leather black pants tightly hugged his slender hips and revealed a diamond-shaped symbol below his belly. As Spice sat upside-down, shoulder-length dreads dangled over his head like slithering snakes.

Like Sugar, Spice was a computer whiz. From what Dr. McClain could recall of his past, he'd come from a well-respected clan in Wutai. Spice had attended a prestigious university and was slated to become head of the family. Once his highly conservative family learned of his sexual orientation, though, they disowned him and gave all lineage rights to his younger brother. Dr. McClain deeply sympathized with Spice. Living in the Slums was definitely a step down from his former status. Of course, his worse punishment had to be his separation from his young brother. They had been very close. The two were unable to reconnect again. Dr. McClain sensed a lot of unresolved issues for Spice. It certainly accounted for his violent and moody behavior.

"Spice, my dear," Sugar announced in a sing-song melody, "Oh Spiiiiiice!"

Unresponsive, Spice stayed online. His gloved hands moved in the air. Issuing multiple commands with hand gestures, the monitors around him filled with an endless amount of computer codes that scrolled continuously. It was a language completely foreign to Dr. McClain. To Sugar and Spice, though, it was simple A-B-C logic.

"Spice, my dear, we have a guest," said Sugar once more, "Please be a sweetie and conquer the cyber world some other time. Granny is here."

"Granny?" At this, Spice froze in place. Then he brought his hands to his face to remove the holographic visor. The Wutai man with dark eyeliner and Biohazard contact lenses slowly grinned upside-down at Dr. McClain. "Granny… So it is you. How the fuck are you, you mistress-of-the-peace whore?"

The elder psychologist shrugged her shoulders. "Still alive and kicking, son. I see you still haven't lost your charm."

Spice spun the chair upside down in the air and unlatched the harness that hooked him to the seat. His big boots clacked loudly when he landed on solid ground. Dr. McClain was surprised the blood hadn't rushed to his head and unsteadied him. Then again, the man enjoyed the high. Addicted to various drugs, he often shot enough drugs into his system to put down an elephant. His eyes on her, Spice smiled and wandered to Dr. McClain. She was prepared to ask about his current condition until he unexpectedly wrapped his long arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground for a tight embrace. The old woman yelped. Granted, he was a slim-shaped man with a five-feet-two height on him. Still, the Wutainese could definitely bench-press with the best of them.

"I'm glad the world above the Plate didn't swallow you up, honey," Spice expressed sincerely and gently kissed her on the forehead. Then he put the old woman down and headed to a bar area lit only by dark lights. "Can I fix you something? A White Russian?"

"No, I'm fine." Dr. McClain breathed again and readjusted her sweater. "This old lady has tons of work to do after this."

Spice nodded. Briefly, he strolled over to Sugar. The tall woman bent down to her short-height lover. They exchanged a sloppy kiss, tongues and all. Afterward, Spice returned his attentions to the bar straight ahead while Sugar took a spot on a black leather couch. To Dr. McClain's great relief, Sugar turned on a lamp to brighten up the overly dark space. Able to see better, the old woman sat next to Sugar on the couch and waited for Spice to join them.

"Let's get to business, shall we?" Spice suggested to Dr. McClain from the bar area. He grabbed a black glass and two bottles of liquor. "It's not like you to come to us for assistance, after all."

"I suppose not."

"I'm guessing it's something big and requires complete discretion, yeah?" the Wutai man continued and mixed the two drinks in his glass. He paused and immediately asked, "So what's going on, Granny? Why are you here?"

As she removed a folder from her purse, Dr. McClain answered, "There's a man I'd like to investigate. It requires the use of your… talents. Don't worry, I'll compensate for the labor."

"Oh, honey, your Gil is no good to us," Sugar expressed and lightly patted Dr. McClain's knee for reassurance. "You're our Granny. For you, we'll be happy to assist for free. Just tell us what you need."

Dr. McClain slowly nodded. Afterward, she said, "I need you two to monitor the activities of a certain scientist for me: Dr. Hollander. He's the…"

"Second head of the Science and Research division," Spice completed for her and sounded intrigued. He grabbed his mixed drink and joined the two women on the couch. Sitting left of Dr. McClain, he asserted, "That's ironic you mention him, Granny: I was looking over the budget expenses in his department just now. Someone from the company is transferring nearly twenty percent of the Science and Research funds to an unknown third party."

Dr. McClain frowned. She was surprised to learn there was a thief amidst Shinra's staff. Her initial suspicion instantly went to Dr. Hojo as the culprit. However, it wasn't in his style to steal. While he was certainly an obsessed and disturbed man who had no problem overstepping ethical boundaries for the pursuit of science, taking Gil was beneath his character. Dr. Hojo was simply too proud to steal. It had to be someone else.

With resign, the psychologist folded her arms and sat in silence. Truthfully, none of this was her business. It had nothing to do with her purpose here. Some part of her wondered why Spice was invested in the company's business affairs in the first place. He didn't mettle in these types of investigations. Did someone hire him?

"Spying on a Shinra scientist, huh…" Spice grinned. "That should be really fun. One question, though: why?"

Dr. McClain opened the folder in her hand. She pulled out the profile of a patient. "I need it for his protection."

Spice accepted the profile and glanced over it with his partner. He read the name next to a mug shot. "Private Cloud Strife."

The old woman nodded a confirmation. "He's a young cadet in Shinra's mobile infantry until. He's also my patient. He's recently been mixed up in some funny business with Dr. Hollander. I need to know what Dr. Hollander is up to. Cloud is… special."

"I can see that," Sugar remarked and slightly blushed. "Why, he looks absolutely adorable and cute! Even his name is brilliant. Cloud. Aw, doesn't the sound of his name make you think of happy-happy, fluffy thoughts, Spice?"

Spice kept his eyes on the profile in his hands. Then he snorted. "Closeted."

Dr. McClain frowned; confused. "Excuse me?"

"Cloud is a closet gay," Spice declared.

"I am not sure if that's relevant, but…"

At the other end of the couch, Sugar reached over and snatched the profile from Spice's hands. Looking it over, she slowly shook her head. "You think so, Spice? I don't know… I'm getting a bi-vibe from him."

"You are?" Lost in their private conversation, Spice blinked and took back the profile. He was silent for a moment until he argued again, "No, babe. He's all-the-way-gay. I'm sure of it."

"Sorry, dear, but you're wrong on this one. My happy-happy radar detects bi. He's a lady's man. And a man's man. Aside from that, look at the adorably cute face of his! Aw, he is so pretty! I don't know whether to hug him or violate him."

Surprisingly enough, Spice smiled. "Oh, yes, he's quite a lovely boy."

"He's cute."

"He's horrorshow."

"He's shy."

"He's aggressive."

"He's from the country."

"He's the angst-y, kinky type."

"Oh, yes. He looks naughty."

"I like him a lot."

Sugar looked up at her lover with a glint in her eyes. "You know… I've always wanted a boy to add to our happy-happy family."

"Really, baby?"

"Yes," she confessed.

"We should adopt him then."

"Really?" Sugar sounded excited now.

"Yes, my love. But I gotta say: there're a lot of responsibilities in raising a boy."

Sugar started to tear up. "I'll take good care of him, I swear."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I'll feed him and make him pretty and everything. I'll treat him good."

"I know you will, baby."

"So we're having a boy?"

"Yes, baby, we're having a boy."

Sugar suddenly turned to Dr. McClain with tears streaking her face. Too hot and excited, she waved herself with a hand and exclaimed, "Oh my god, Granny! Can you believe it? I'm going to be a mommy!"

Sitting in the middle of the two on the couch, Dr. McClain's mouth gapped opened. She was speechless.

"When can we see our baby, Granny?" Sugar demanded next and clapped her hands together happily. She bobbed up and down on the couch. "Soon, I hope?"

Spice nodded and drank from his glass. He appeared as serious as a father-to-be would. "Yes, we would like to see Cloud. The boy needs to see his mom as soon as possible."

Dr. McClain had no idea how this conversation transpired. One moment they were talking about gathering information from Dr. Hollander's network… The next, adoption? She sighed and had to put this conversation back on target. "Look, I'm glad you approve of Cloud. But I came here to investigate Dr. Hollander's research. I want to know what he plans to do with Cloud and why. He may be a threat to the boy."

Sugar's expression turned hard. "Nobody messes with my baby. Nobody."

"That's right," echoed Spice and emptied his glass. "Some man fucks with him, I'm gonna fuck him back. We'll run a twenty-four-seven surveillance on Dr. Hollander's ass. If he so much as touches a hair on our boy…" With one hand, Spice crushed his drinking glass into several pieces.

Dr. McClain stared at Sugar and Spice in silence. Granted, it was weird the duo wanted to adopt Cloud into their family. It was also a bit dangerous. They were notorious kingpins of the underworld and both Sugar and Spice lived life to the extremes. They would expose a sweet country boy to all sorts of happy-happy vulgarities. Of course, this could've been Sugar simply being Sugar. She indulged herself with whatever fascinated her before gradually moving onto something else. So long as Sugar and Spice agreed to monitor Dr. Hollander's activities, perhaps Dr. McClain would play along. Sugar would eventually lose interest in Cloud and completely forget about him. Right?

"Look, I'll see if I can bring Cloud around," Dr. McClain said but was careful not to make any promises. "In the meantime, I can count on you two?"

"Of course, Granny!" Sugar bobbed her head. "I'll do anything for Baby!"

"I just want you two to survey Dr. Hollander's research and find anything in his computer files worth noting," the old woman urged. "Don't do anything rash, please. It's important I know what he's up to. I need to know the type of experiments he intends to conduct on Cloud as well as any other important tidbits."

"No problem," Spice reassured her. "We'll be your eyes and ears, Granny."

"I'm leaving Midgar for a few days next week," she informed, "I'll check my email, though, so contact me through our regular secured line."

"Sure." Sugar batted her long lashes and quickly asked, "I don't suppose we can pick up Baby from school today and have lunch together?"

"No, Cloud has mid-terms coming up so he needs to stay focused," Dr. McClain deflected and emphasized his proper name. "Please understand, Sugar and Spice, it's a stressful time for him."

"All the more reason to have Baby with us," pressed Sugar eagerly. "All work and no play makes Baby a sad Baby."

Almost immediately, the odd couple discussed potential activities for the new member of the family. Dr. McClain sincerely doubted Cloud was old enough for half of the endeavors they had in mind. Sitting between them, the old woman mentally blocked it all out and sighed at the two. She knew Sugar and Spice would help. They'd hack into Dr. Hollander's files and retrieve whatever dirty little secrets the scientist hid under his sleeve. That would get her one step closer into figuring out Dr. Hollander's angle. With any luck, they'd also find some dirt on him, something she could use against the scientist. Even with these perks, though, getting the infamous power couple to focus on their assigned task was going to be a challenge. Dr. McClain gently massaged the bridge of her nose with two fingers while Sugar inquired about Cloud's underwear size and favorite color. Suddenly, she desperately needed a drink.

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Yawning a few times, Cloud had trouble keeping his heavy eyelids opened for more than a few seconds. His shoulders slumped as he dragged his feet forward and passed a set of electronic doors with his unit. While Turbo Toraz discussed all sorts of plans for his birthday weekend, Cloud simply nodded and kept quiet. He was in dire need of sleep. Last night's series of wild, bizarre events had taken a toll on his body. The drug the Committee had used on him must've had a reaction to the alcohol he'd also consumed that night because he woke up this morning feeling like complete shit. All of the muscles in his body ached and his movements were sluggish. No surprise, then, he didn't complete his run on the wall today. The big obstacle course exam was only a few days away. Unfortunately, Cloud was too exhausted and numb to think straight, let alone, perform any laborious activities. Damn.

As the rest of the cadets filed into a large training room, Cloud sat on the benches with his motley crew. The tired cadet let out a low rumble from his throat. He certainly wasn't in the mood to start the day with this class. Because they still had several minutes left before their session officially started, he rested his eyes for a moment. They were already suited up in black overall uniforms for today's Preliminary Sword Fighting Class. Whereas previously they conducted their sword classes in the Practice Hall, they'd been recently moved to the Training Room of the Main Company Complex. It was tons better. The size of a basketball court, the entire floor was padded to make for soft landings. Additionally, the walls consisted of mirrors that aided students in properly evaluating their combat stances and movements. Amusingly enough, the mirrors reminded Cloud of a dance hall.

As everyone continued to wait, Cloud opened his eyes and got on his feet. He stood in front of a mirror and observed his own tired expression. With dark circles under his eyes, he'd certainly seen better days. His strange dreams lately weren't helping any either. Last night, he saw the entire city of Midgar in fire and in a state of arrest. The screams of thousands filled his ears while he saw rivers of lights shoot across the sky. The ground shook violently and it felt as if the planet would crack apart. The last event Cloud remembered from the dream was running across a landscape of filth and garbage. The entire environment was dark and smelled terrible. A man dressed in white was ahead of him. He walked straight into a burning building and disappeared inside. Despite the imminent dangers, something propelled Cloud to follow. He had woken up after that.

The cadet took a deep breath. For whatever reason, the dream still shook him up. Something about it made him tensed. Cloud forced himself not to get too over worked by it though. A small smile gradually formed on his lips when he noticed the reflections of Turbo Toraz and Midget. Both of them goofed around and waltzed together a few feet behind him. They moved their feet clumsily and nearly tripped on themselves. Cloud slowly moved one step forward and one step back before he spun around and smoothly slid to one side. He couldn't help it.

Memories of dancing with his mom instantly surfaced in his mind. She probably would've liked this room. Playing music on her record player, they had dedicated many hours of the day to dancing, especially during winter times. Mom was adamant about teaching him moves since he was a child. Light on his feet, Cloud had an ability to catch onto steps fast and move without effort. Mom was in the middle of teaching him a very complicated, frantic multi-step routine before he'd set off to Midgar. It was the waltz of the demon, she once told him. What was it called again? It was a strange name…

Cloud momentarily froze when he caught sight of Raven's reflection on the mirrors. The tall, dark cloaked instructor entered the training room alongside their regular swords master. This was the sole reason why Cloud dreaded this class. Whereas fighting with the sword had always been Cloud's dream, he could do without the present company. Already, he felt his stomach stir unpleasantly. Raven's dominating presence was instantly noticed by everyone else in the room. There was still one minute left on the clock, yet, all cadets quickly assembled into formation and stood at attention upon Raven's arrival. Cloud did the same.

This man… He did not screw around. Cloud knew it from personal experience. This sadistic man tossed down the whip whenever someone fucked up, intentionally or accidentally. For the past few days, Raven had made an example of Cloud. The young cadet suffered his wrath many times over, both physically and mentally. Simply put, Raven did not tolerate feebleness in his camp. Any time Cloud screwed up for anything Raven nailed his ass to the wall. Indeed, Cloud felt pushed to the edge by this no-nonsense instructor. Thankfully, he was able to withstand whatever punishment administered to him. Either he was too stubborn or too naïve to know any better, but Cloud refused to submit to this instructor. After all, it was his persistent nature that made it impossible for the previous drill instructors to break him. Raven would be no different.

Cloud still wasn't sure why Raven picked on him so damn much. Did he look that weak? Perhaps the instructor, in his own absurd way, attempted to transform him into a deadly fighter through tough love. Or maybe the indifferent man simply gained a perverted fulfillment from their little cat-and-mouse game. Whatever it was, Cloud was determined to resist him, even if it meant more punishment. The way he saw it, his humility and pain was the price he had to pay for his readmission into the program. He was not entitled to complain, not when the General had given him a second chance at redemption. Big boys did not cry, Cloud reminded himself again and again.

As if he was aware of Cloud's current train of thoughts, Raven turned and stared at his direction. Already in formation with the rest of the cadets, Cloud did not move. He remained at attention and looked straight ahead. Cloud tried to maintain a calm demeanor. Granted, Raven's tall figure and dark mask disturbed him, but he could not afford to be intimidated by this instructor. If he so much as blinked, Raven already had him by his claws.

"All right, everyone," started the class's swords master up ahead. He stood next to Raven and paced the floor with his arms crossed behind him. "As you know, this is a precursor class designed to introduce you to the use of swords. For the past few weeks we've been going over the basic moves. Today, though, you're in for a real treat."

Cloud observed the swords master pull out a broadsword from his back sheath. For the cadet, it was exciting to see actual steel for the first time. Up until now, his group exclusively saw and employed wooden sticks. Because this was still the first section of the introductory swords class, Cloud and his teammates were not allowed to scrimmage with actual swords. That would occur at the second part of the year.

"We're going to briefly push ahead and introduce some of the standard swords issued to Third and Second Class SOLDIERs. Supervising today's training session will be Raven." The swords master briefly nodded to him. "You've all seen him in our class many times before. However, what many of you are not aware of is his level of swordsmanship skills rival that of the General himself. He will be taking over the class today and offer valuable tips. Pay extra attention."

That bit of revelation admittedly surprised Cloud. He didn't figure Raven to be a swords master. If anything, he looked like the type of man who disposed of his enemies with an axe or some other god-awful torture device. Up ahead, the swords master stepped aside and gave the other man the floor. The tall, raven-masked figure advanced forward and addressed the assembly now.

"There are various types of blades issued to SOLDIERs," he began; his monotonous voice echoed across the large training room. "Even if you intend to remain at the infantryman-level, it is required you learn how to handle the broadsword. Thankfully, it is a basic weapon. Its level of power and weight is balanced enough to allow even the novice to use."

Raven took a few more steps forward and raised his own broadsword from his sheath. He twirled it several times with his left hand effortlessly. Cloud could no longer see the blade, only a blur of movement and the constant glint of the metal. Raven tossed the sharp weapon into the air once and instantly caught it without as much as a glance toward its direction. The entire assembly watched the spectacle with wide-opened eyes.

"For those who do aspire to become a member of SOLDIER," he continued and set the blade to his side, "understand that each sword type offers different statistics and opportunities. It will be your responsibility to determine which variation is suitable for your unique needs. Be honest with yourselves, cadets. Know your limits and strengths. That is the key to becoming a formidable swordsman."

Intrigued by this topic, Cloud continued to attentively listen and observe Raven's lecture. With the aid of the swords master, the masked man addressed the other swords available to upperclassmen and discussed their positives and negatives. The amount of knowledge this man possessed clearly indicated how intimate he was with the sword. This certainly explained why Raven was so heavily invested in the class. Up until now, Cloud had assumed he was yet another drill instructor who simply supervised and made sure the teachers conducted their classes accordingly. Curious now, Cloud wondered just how good Raven really was with the sword. Surely, no one could equal the great General himself. Right?

Within the next hour the oral part of the class was completed and each cadet was assigned to practice on a standard issue blade. At this, Raven demonstrated a few fundamental attacks in front of the class along with some defensive parries. His moves were soundless and elegantly executed. For the most part, the class followed along and duplicated the moves. A few struggled due to the weight of the metal or poor eye-to-hand coordination. Thankfully, Private Strife was able to keep up with Raven and successfully replicated all of his moves by his second try. Learning swordsman moves was no different than learning dance steps, after all.

"All right," the swords master declared at the last hour of the lecture, "I think you all know the basic moves so I'll let you all scrimmage with each other until the end of class. Apply what you've learned from Raven and practice it on each other."

Every metal sword was returned. In their place, each cadet was given a basic attack stick. At first, it seemed ridiculous. Cloud didn't join Shinra's army to play with wooden sticks. And yet, he'd heard of the accidents and amount of cadets that entered the infirmary from previous years. One poor son-of-a-bitch accidentally sliced off his fingers during practice while another impaled his sparring partner after losing his balance. Understandably, the higher-ups wanted to play things on the safe side.

"Raven and I will be going around to square off with you boys," the swords master informed. "Give us a good show."

For a moment, Cloud noticed Raven not move. Somehow, he got the impression he did not want to interact with their sorry lot. However, Raven eventually nodded back and took the attack stick offered to him by the other instructor. Cloud halfway expected him to come to his direction and square off with him. Surprisingly enough, Raven casually walked to the other side of the room in search of other potential sport.

"Damn, I'm having trouble with that last routine, yo," Turbo Toraz griped nearby.

"Me too," added Midget with a frown.

Cloud turned his attention away from Raven and glanced at his two distressed colleagues. "What's the problem?"

"Everything, yo. I'm not good with a damn sword. And I keep tripping all over my feet. I can't move a damn, yo." The cadet tried to lunge forward but his foot work was a mess. He tripped over himself and landed on the padded ground with a thud.

Admittedly, everything the man claimed was true. Of everyone in this class, Turbo Toraz was the worse. He ran his mouth better than he ran his sword. He often practiced his sword moves during the times Cloud practiced on the wall of rock. Unfortunately, like Cloud, he had not progressed much. It would take a miracle for Turbo Toraz to properly fight with a sword, which was why the cadet had his eyes on being an infantryman shooter instead.

"I suck myself," echoed Midget with a pout. He looked at his wooden stick as if it were some vile object. "I keep losing my grip and forgetting the steps."

"You gotta move with a flow," Cloud told them. "It's not about remembering steps. It's about moving your body to a steady beat."

"Easy for you to say, yo," countered Turbo Toraz.

Cloud stared at them. Then he smiled. "Both of you: put your sticks down."

"Huh?" Midget blinked.

"Trust me."

Both men put their sticks on the ground.

"Okay, boys, follow my lead."

Cloud stood in front of the wall of mirrors. He began to perform a waltz, something the two men attempted to execute before class started. Cloud swayed his feet left to right, back and forth. All the while, he elegantly swung his arms as if he were holding a partner in his arms.

Turbo Toraz made a face. "Yo, stop messing around, Cloud. Raven will fuck you up if he finds you dancing in his class."

"I told you to trust me," Cloud spat back. He continued to move and sway his feet and arms. "This will loosen you up. It's a three-beat routine so follow my rhythm, okay?"

Both Turbo Toraz and Midget exchanged a long look. Then they shrugged their shoulders and followed Cloud's lead. At first, they moved rigidly. Their arms were as stiff as boards and their legs jerked awkwardly. However, as they steadily got into the rhythm, their bodies loosened up. Turbo Toraz and Midget grinned while they faced each other and performed the waltz. Their moves became more fluid and their eye-to-hand coordination went smoothly.

"Move up with your left foot, then slide right and close your feet together," Cloud calmly instructed the two men. "Afterward, move back with your right foot and slide left. Remember: keep it to a three-beat rhythm and make good eye contact with your partner."

Both cadets complied. They shifted their bodies left and right.

"Now we're going to rotate at a quarter each turn, using the same three-beat steps until we return to our first position." Cloud stepped forward but this time moved at a diagonal turn. He repeated the moves again and again until he stopped at the place he initially began. "One-two-three… One-two-three… One-two-three… Got it, guys?"

Turbo Toraz and Midget nodded. Within seconds, they executed the same pattern Cloud displayed and successfully waltzed together. Neither man was as tensed as when they first started. Their moves became precise and none of them tripped on their feet. Once they finally stopped, Cloud continued onto the next stage of the dance.

"Now we add a rise-and-fall element to this dance. Balance is very important since a lot of the foot work depends on how well you move between the heel and toes of your feet." Cloud performed the same dance moves but this time rose and fell on his heels. "We'll move low on the first step and rise on our heels slightly on the second step. By the time we slide onto the third step we move down again. Okay?"

"Consider it done, boss," said Midget.

The two cadets eagerly repeated the steps Cloud laid out for them. Their dance had more of a livelier feel now. Cloud was pleased at how fast his two colleagues caught on. Of course, it had much to do with getting them to finally relax. They no longer worried about the details. They moved according to natural instinct. Without realizing it, they had successfully remembered and performed a whole routine. Once the two men were done with the moves, they turned to Cloud for their next order of instructions.

"Great. Now bow your head to your partner," Cloud said and executed a very low gentleman's curtsy.

Both men laughed and followed suit. They bowed to each other.

Turbo Toraz rose from the curtsy and turned to Cloud with a large grin on his face. "That was really fun, yo. My body feels a lot better now. Lighter."

"Yeah," added Midget, "I still don't know what the point of this exercise was, but it was a nice warm up, you know."

"Let's keep doing this until our bodies move instinctively on their own, all right?" Cloud suggested for them.

The trio stood in front of the mirrors and continued to follow the three-beat dance while everyone else in the class resumed practicing with their attack sticks. Granted, Cloud knew how silly they looked and was grateful Raven was too busy at the other end of the training room to see them. Their group really did stick out like a sore thumb. Still, he thought the dance was a necessity. It did get Turbo Toraz and Midget to move smoothly and effortlessly than before. They'd have no problem working on Raven's routines now.

"Yo, me and the gang are heading to the pool during recess hour," Turbo Toraz suddenly mentioned as he swayed left, "You comin', Cloud?"

"I'll see if I can make it. I need to practice on the wall again. I'm also thinking of seeing Professor Elysium this afternoon."

"Professor Elysium? Whatcha need to see that man for, yo?"

Cloud scoffed and turned at a step. "For our midterm paper. I need some help with my research topic."

"Yo, you're such a fucking boy scout, Cloud. Always doing things by the book and shit."

"I nearly got rejected from the program last week, Toraz," Cloud muttered back and sighed. "I need to be on top of everything. I can't fuck this up."

The three men rotated together and performed another curtsy at the end of the routine. Turbo Toraz laughed and apparently liked this part of the dance and committed another bow. Midget snickered and playfully punched his arm. Immediately afterward, they started all over again.

"How'd the business last night go?" Midget curiously asked and sounded breathless from their nonstop movement.

Cloud paused. In a low voice, he answered back, "You know I can't discuss this with you guys. It's between me and them."

"I know. But I heard some other poor bastard got written up in the book recently. Any clues who it was?"

Again, Cloud hesitated before answering back. He really wasn't allowed to tell them what happened at last night's meeting. Besides, he didn't want his companions to accidentally get sucked into the heavy shit he was in. This was between him and the Committee. As for the other unfortunate bastard that was also written up in the Black Book… according to an email sent to his inbox this morning, Cloud expected to receive his three missions later today. The cadet sighed. He still didn't know if he had the heart to stop him. In order to save his own ass, Cloud needed to sabotage this other guy's assignments. Still, it would only come to that if he failed to complete his own three tasks.

His three tasks… Damn. Cloud had to start planning on them soon. According to the Executive, the tournament was next weekend. Somehow, he had to put a stop to it. It wasn't like he could pull a fire alarm or some stupid prank like that. He had to seriously think out a good battle plan.

"Check it out, yo…" Turbo Toraz said quietly and broke up Cloud's thoughts.

All three of them momentarily stopped their waltz. They turned and observed Raven across the training room. The tall and intimidating man was currently with Corporal Maniac Macs. Cloud witnessed his fearless squadron leader move forward and attempt to land a hit. However, Raven merely stood in one spot and parried each attack with a simple flick of his wrist. As fast and strong as Maniac Macs was, to Raven he moved at the speed of a crawling snail. With three simple efficient moves, Raven tapped his opponent's vulnerable areas and sent him to the ground. Cloud blinked. Even with a stick, Raven's attacks proved painful when asserted with the right amount of pressure and accuracy. He saw Maniac Macs clutch his stomach with both arms while Raven calmly moved on to his next victim.

The rest of Raven's other opponents shared Maniac Mac's fate. Three strikes and they were out. By the time Raven took down a sixth man, Cloud was fully aware of Raven's uncanny sword skills. The swords master did not exaggerate after all. The man was fucking lethal. Private Stutters and a few others eventually joined Cloud and his small posse. They all watched Raven with a mix of horror and amazement.

"Yo, you think it's the General hiding behind that mask?" Turbo Toraz asked abruptly and continued to watch Raven put down another cadet. "There's a rumor he actually visits the camp nowadays. Supposedly, he dons the raven mask during his visits to the bathhouse with the Commander."

"Bullshit," Cloud spat back. "That's ridiculous."

"You and your stupid rumors again, Toraz," griped Midget next.

The idea that Sephiroth was hiding behind that mask seemed too outrageous for Cloud to believe. Surely, the drill instructor who had been making his life a living hell for the past few days was not the cool-headed, highest-ranking man of Shinra's army. The General had better things to do than to spend his time playing cat-and-mouse games with him. Although, Cloud did admit Raven was damn good. He could also imagine the best swordsman in the world besting everyone with just a wooden stick. According to his biography, Sephiroth was only four-years-old when he completed all of his sword training. Of course, Raven could also be some other high-ranking officer; maybe even that asshole, Commander Rhapsodos. Yeah, Cloud wouldn't put it pass the Commander to come here with a serious vendetta against him.

Having just taken down his sixth victim on the third strike, Raven calmly took a few steps away and moved onto a new foe nearby. Private Gun-ho Gaza looked like a deer caught on the headlights of an armored truck.

"Nah, seriously," Turbo Toraz defended himself, "Yo, I heard General Sephiroth actually attends these classes just to see if he finds something that needs fixing for next year's curriculum. Commander Rhapsodos is also out and about, I hear."

Nearby, Private Stutters overheard Turbo Toraz and shook his head. "I c-c-can't imagine the great General ever coming here and b-b-beating the living crap out of us l-l-lowly cadets with a w-w-wooden stick." He briefly stopped when he heard Raven's latest victim yell in agony from across the training room. Stutters winced. "D-d-damn. That looked like it hurt. Gaza is gonna h-h-have one helluva bruise tomorrow."

As the sounds of pain and misery resumed at the other side of the training room, the small crowd of spectators immediately dispersed when the swords masters barked at them. Everyone resumed their practice stances. Meanwhile, Cloud and the two others continued their waltz routine.

"Yo, where'd you learn how to dance, Cloud?" Turbo Toraz asked.

"From my Mom."

"What, did she want you to become a professional dancer or something?" joked Midget. "I gotta say, you are really light on your feet. You're fast too. And you got the body build for it. You're really good."

"If I didn't know any better, Midget, I'd say you were coming onto me," the young blonde playfully sneered back.

"Fuck you, Cloud."

"No thanks. I'm saving myself to get raped in the showers or something."

Midget stuck his tongue out. Afterward, he quickly said, "Seriously, though, do you like dancing?"

Cloud shrugged his shoulders and bowed his head on their last move. "I dunno. I don't hate it. But I'm not too crazy about it either. In fact, dancing was something my Mom always wanted for me. Of course, I think it has to do with my dad. She once told me he was an excellent dancer. Apparently, he was the one who passed down all the dance steps to her."

"Yo, your father," Turbo Toraz interjected, "You never told us about him."

"There's not much to say. He died before I was born."

"Maybe that's why your mom wanted you to learn the steps then," Midget replied with an easy smile. "She wanted you to be her new dance partner."

"I guess. Mom tried teaching me a very complicated routine before I left for Midgar. It was some sort of devil's dance." Cloud paused. Then his face lit up. "Oh yeah! I remember the name of it now. It was called the Omnislash."

"Omnislash?" Midget scoffed. "That sounds so retarded. What kind of…?"

Midget suddenly grew dead quiet.

"What?" Cloud asked and cocked his brow at him curiously.

He noticed both Midget and Turbo Toraz stop dancing. They looked directly behind him. Cloud felt his skin crawl when he dared a glance at the mirrors in front of him. He suspected who was with them and eventually confirmed it when his eyes found a familiar figure practically tower behind him. If he had the power to disappear into oblivion, this would definitely be the opportune moment for it.

"Cadet Strife," Raven announced evenly. "Exactly what are you doing? I've been keeping an eye on your group for the past hour. Throughout this entire time you three have been dancing when you all should be practicing the moves I instructed in class."

Cloud turned to face him. He took a deep swallow and slowly replied, "My apologies, sir, I merely…"

"Did I give you permission to speak, cadet?"

"No, sir."

"Your disobedience is becoming most taxing to me, Private Strife, as is your incompetence. Of this entire lot, you are the only one who remains incapable of properly following orders or directions. Truly, this is the second time I've had to question if the General made a sound decision in keeping you in this program."

Cloud stayed quiet.

"Perhaps it is best you not bother with the mid-term exam since you cannot keep your end of the bargain," Raven continued to berate him, "You've proven yourself not worthy of SOLDIER and have insulted me greatly with these continuous theatrics of yours. As you were the architect of this situation, you will receive full punishment for it." The instructor shook his head and let out a low growl. "What gave you the impression that dancing as opposed to participating in today's activities was acceptable? Speak now. Allow me to understand the inner workings of your unruly, troublesome mind, boy."

Cloud took a deep swallow and tried to control the rapid pacing of his heart. He felt regret for not following Raven's instructions. He certainly didn't want to offend him. Still. Cloud had only the best of intentions for his two companions. Both Turbo Toraz and Midget were now able to move their bodies naturally and faster. They could perform more adequately with the sword. Of course, Cloud doubted Raven wanted to hear any of this. To him, it was nonsense and a distraction.

It was days like this Cloud wished he were like any normal boy. He hated how everything about him was at odds with the world, especially standard protocols. He also hated how his mind functioned differently. In his head, the incorporation of dance steps made sense. It was a means to an end. In fact, Cloud was starting to understand his Mom better. She was dead-determined to teach him many dance moves. But there was something else behind her motives that started to come to light, something he hadn't noticed until now. Those dance moves…

"Sir," Cloud started, "My comrades were having a bit of trouble executing the techniques shown in class. I wanted to help them with their foot work."

"Absurd," Raven shot back. "It appeared more like trivial activity to me."

"With all due respect, sir, I merely offered an alternative teaching method."

"So now you are a self-acclaimed swords master who teaches men to waltz than to fight? Is that what you are suggesting to me?"

Cloud knew he was walking on thin ice right now. He had to choose his next words carefully. "No, sir. I wanted the men to loosen up a bit with my routine before moving onto yours, sir. With your permission, I'd like to have one of the men from the class spar with Turbo Toraz."

Nearby, Turbo Toraz blinked and looked horrified. Not only was he being put on the spotlight, but he was being asked to scrimmage off with another cadet.

"Why, boy?" Raven demanded immediately.

Cloud's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't like being addressed as boy. Still, he kept his thoughts to himself and replied, "I want to prove to you the merits of my sword techniques, sir."

"Your sword techniques?" Raven chuckled. "Is that what you call what you've been doing this entire time?"

"Yes, sir," Cloud defended himself, "If your techniques outmatch my own, then I will concede and accept whatever punishment you have in mind for me, sir."

"As if you had a choice."

The entire class grew silent. The air suddenly felt still. Even the swords master nearby observed this scene with an intense look on his face.

"Will you voluntarily resign from your post if your comrade fails the match?" the dark-cloaked man suddenly challenged. "Will you put that much at stake just to prove the merits of your sword techniques?"

Cloud briefly looked at Turbo Toraz. He noticed the petrified, worried expression on the other man's face. Cloud shared the same feelings himself. There was a chance Turbo Toraz would revert back to his old self and forget the entire moves and trip over his damn feet again. Cloud was also unsure if the waltz routine taught to him by his mother could even counter an actual attack. Thus far, it was merely a theory. Never in his wildest thoughts did he connect dance steps with combat techniques. It seemed like a far stretch. It would be easier to concede and accept whatever punishment Raven had in store for him than to risk it all.

"Well, boy?" the taller man pressed. The slight pitch in his voice indicated he was deeply amused by Cloud's hesitation. "Will you stand down and admit to your own imprudence or take up this challenge?"

Raven's mockery prompted Cloud to relax his shoulders and narrow his eyes. No… No, he couldn't back down now. He had to stand his ground against this man. Cloud refused to give Raven the satisfaction of another victory over him. Even if he failed, he had to send the instructor a message: he would not yield.

Cloud's voice was low when he finally replied, "Yes, sir. I'm willing to put that much on the line."

Raven stood still. Cloud wasn't sure if the man's challenge originally served as a mere threat to get him to back down. The cadet was serious and determined enough to call him on his bluff though. There was no turning back now. If Raven wanted his resignation, then fine. He'd been asking for it for the past few days. At this point, nothing shocked or upset Cloud anymore. His time with the Committee last night proved he had the strength to stare fate in the eye and take action.

"You definitely amuse me, boy," Raven finally said. His voice was soft when he later added, "You certainly have conviction. Very well, I will accept these conditions." Raven pointed at Maniac Macs and addressed him. "Indulge me, Corporal. You will participate in this rather preposterous scrimmage."

From the crowd, the Corporal slowly took a step forward. His jaw was set tight and his eyes danced between Cloud and Turbo Toraz. Quietly, he replied, "Yes, sir…"

Cloud grimaced. While the Corporal had suffered a good injury from Raven earlier, the squadron leader was still strong enough to fight another match. He was also currently the best man with the sword. Apparently, Raven didn't want Cloud to settle for a mere defeat. He wanted a great, humiliating one for the cadet. The blonde inhaled sharply and turned to his distressed comrade.

"Yo, I can't do this…" Turbo Toraz immediately muttered to Cloud when their eyes met. "I… I get all tangled up with my steps remember? I… I can't…"

"You did great just minutes ago," Cloud replied with a reassuring smile. He placed a hand on his shoulder. "Your body moved instinctively on its own. You just gotta go with the rhythm and follow my lead."

"Follow your lead, yo?"

Cloud nodded. He removed his hand from Turbo Toraz's shoulder and waited by the sidelines. Maniac Macs soon appeared in front of Turbo Toraz. Both cadets had their wooden sticks in their hands now and stood in an attack stance. Meanwhile, the entire class circled around them. Cloud made sure he stood in clear view of his comrade. Turbo Toraz watched him for a moment until Raven spoke again.

"Commence in the battle," he ordered.

Almost immediately, Maniac Macs lunged forward. As he did, Cloud vocalized loudly the dance steps to Turbo Toraz.

"Lower step back, rise slide left and lower again with feet together. One-two-three… One-two-three… One-two-three…"

Having committed the action enough times by now, Turbo Toraz's body automatically executed the move. With ease, he performed the back steps and actually dodged Manic Mac's incoming attack. A few members from the crowd gasped in surprise. Both the swords master and Raven stood quiet. Meanwhile, the Corporal was on the move again. He recovered from his failed attempt and tried to swipe at Turbo Toraz's head. Almost instantly, Cloud ordered a new command for his comrade.

"Bow gracefully for me, Private!"

Turbo Toraz performed a gentleman's curtsy and avoided the head-swipe altogether. The momentum of Maniac Macs' unsuccessful attack left him spinning for a moment. Cloud knew the Corporal's failed attempts took up more physical energy than necessary. It was better to plan carefully and risk getting hit than attack numerously and exhaust the body. Cloud saw an opening and issued his final command.

"Lower step forward, rise slide right and lower again with feet together. One-two-three… One-two-three… One-two-three… Lunge!"

With hands moving in synch with his feet, Turbo Toraz followed Cloud's orders and moved forward for an attack. While he didn't have time to go over offensive moves with Turbo Toraz, the cadet nevertheless had enough basic training to land a good hit on Maniac Macs. Thankfully, Turbo Toraz did not trip and fall.

Smacked hard on the chest, the Corporal yelled in pain and stumbled back. He gasped for air and collapsed to his knees. Unable to compete properly, the match was decided and a victor was declared. The class of cadets hollered and whistled at the unexpected results. Turbo Toraz stood in the middle of it all, meanwhile. Lost in a daze, he was speechless and slowly stared at the wooden stick in his hand. The cadet had no idea what the fuck happened.

Cloud laughed and approached him. "Bad-ass, yo."

For Cloud, this was as big a revelation for him as it was for Toraz. Sword fighting really was no different than dancing. Each step required fluidity and precision. Perhaps that was why Cloud was one of the better swordsmen in the class. What he lacked in strength he made up with agility and speed. Cloud started to understand it now. And yet, it opened up many questions for him as well. His Mom… Was it all just a coincidence?

Once Cloud saw Turbo Toraz suddenly stand at attention and heard the class settle down, Cloud realized Raven was next to them now. Cloud brought his feet together and instantly placed both hands on his sides. He awaited Raven's verdict.

"Quite a spectacle, cadet," the drill instructor said. Surprisingly enough, his voice sounded amused. "If I didn't know any better, though, you have just declared your teachings superior to my own with this little scrimmage."

Cloud frowned. "That… That was not my intention, sir."

Raven tilted his head to the side. "No? Then if you could successfully instruct your fellow man how to perform your steps, then why not successfully instruct them with mines? That is, of course, if you felt your lessons were more valid than my own."

Cloud felt his stomach twist again. This did not occur to him at all. In fact, he'd merely wanted to help Turbo Toraz and Midget practice on their foot work. It had nothing to do with belittling Raven's own lessons. Of course, now that the drill instructor addressed this to him Cloud could understand how he came to this conclusion. In the end, Raven had administered today's lesson plans and it was their job to follow his routines; not deviate from them. Damn. Even with his win, Cloud lost anyway.

"You proved the merits of your sword techniques to me today," Raven spoke again, "However, if you feel you are more capable of teaching this class your methods then I suggest you put your Gil where your mouth is and best me in a duel."

Cloud didn't bother to answer back. He grabbed the attack stick in Turbo Toraz's hand and marched toward the tall, cloaked man with an intention to accept his challenge. Sure, everything Raven had mentioned was false. Cloud did not want to prove himself as the better man or instructor. He'd much prefer to stand at the back of the assembly and be unnoticed. Cloud only wanted to help Midget and Turbo Toraz. Raven's accusations and misinterpretation of his intentions greatly offended him though. Cloud was beyond pissed.

While every thought in his head screamed and insisted this was a terrible idea, the spiked-haired cadet wasn't going to allow the instructor to demean him like this. Raven may have handed his ass on a silver platter many times before, but there was much determination and resolve in Cloud's eyes right now. Even if this ended up with him receiving another ass-kicking of his life, the cadet wanted to shut Raven up and land at least one blow. So far, everyone who had fought him today didn't last for more than three hits. Here was his opportunity to show this man he was not going to bend over to him so easily.

"Yo, it was nice knowing you in this lifetime," Turbo Toraz joked from behind.

Cloud ignored him and stood in front of Raven. The instructor did not immediately react to the hard look on the cadet's face. Instead, he observed Cloud with that same silent sideways glance and crossed his arms. Cloud suspected the instructor thought he was either brave or stupid for accepting his challenge.

"So sure you can keep up with me, Private Strife?" Raven provoked from behind his mask at last. He softly chuckled.

Cloud frowned. "Maybe. Maybe not, sir. But I'm going to try anyway."

There was another pause before Raven finally said, "Good, cadet. Demonstrate your abilities and do not disappoint me."

Somehow, Cloud got the sense he was going to receive a severe punishment if he did not meet Raven's expectations. Many of his teammates who circled around them stood in silence. There was no turning back now, Cloud concluded. He needed to make this fight count and go after Raven with everything he had.

Taking his position, Cloud made the first move. He incorporated all of the strikes and defenses taught during class and swiped downwards. He nearly caught a piece of Raven's kneecap. The other man maintained his composure though. He stood in one spot and successfully parried Cloud's attacks. Already, Raven seemed to have discovered the cadet's weak points because he aimed at areas that slowed Cloud's speed and strength. The young man grunted when he swung his stick again and again. By the time he figured out Raven's strategy, Cloud had exhausted himself out. It was too late. Raven went on the attack and tapped several areas on his body. Cloud nearly collapsed to the ground after the third strike. Everyone, including Raven, expected the battle to be done. Yet, surprisingly enough, Cloud forced himself on his feet.

He needed to land just one hit. Just one hit…

Clenching onto his stick tightly, Cloud felt an adrenaline rush surge through him. He managed to lunge forward and strike at the spot closes to him: Raven's groin. Raven softly growled from beneath his mask. Cloud knew the man actually felt that. Unfortunately, the victory was short-lived. Cloud's strength quickly dissipated and Raven recovered. He struck Cloud again. As punishment for his brashness, the instructor asserted enough force in his forth strike. It sent Cloud backward. The cadet flew high and landed hard on the padding. The wind was knocked right out of him. Too stubborn to accept his own defeat, Cloud attempted to rise on his knees. Raven emerged from behind, however, and tapped him with his stick several times again. He first struck Cloud's upper back and then the side of his face. The cadet immediately collapsed like a ragged doll afterward and didn't move.

"Once again, Raven is the victor," the swords master declared with a hearty laugh.

Lying there for a few minutes, the cadet breathed hard. He ignored the ongoing whispers from his peers. Cloud realized he could not match Raven in either strength or speed. The drill instructor's fighting style was too superb; too terrifying. Raven had already calculated his flaws within mere seconds of the fight. Every action he committed was preplanned and executed perfectly. Raven's breathing was also consistent throughout the entire scrimmage. He never lost his composure.

While the battle felt like an entire eternity, Cloud knew it was done in a matter of seconds. The only satisfaction the cadet gained from the fight was the fact it took Raven four strikes to bring him down, not three. Plus, he'd managed to sneak one hit, even if that hit was somewhat controversial… Granted, it was considered a violation of the rules and Cloud hadn't intended to hit him at the groin. Still, that didn't matter. He landed a hit, yeah?

A low buzzing ring abruptly sounded off. It signaled the end of the session.

"Class is dismissed," the swords master announced to the cadets.

A wave of relief appeared on their faces, particularly from ones who had received a good beating from Raven. It was time to hit the showers and prepare for lunch now. As they recollected themselves and shuffled out of the training area, the blond-haired cadet slowly stood on his feet. With unsteadied legs, he wobbled slightly and struggled to regain his balance. His body still throbbed from the blows Raven had administered. Thankfully, Cloud managed to stand on his feet and not fall over himself.

"You did well, Private Strife," his swords master commended when he approached him. Afterward, he joked, "You smacked Raven on the family jewels though. I suggest you not do that again."

"Yes, sir," Cloud murmured back and massaged his jaw with a hand.

He didn't dare spare a glance at the drill instructor behind him to see how he currently faired from his one injury. Cloud was surprised Raven didn't tear him apart for it. Wearily, Cloud looked ahead. Midget and Turbo Toraz waited for him to join them for their showers. Cloud couldn't wait to leave this day behind him. He took one step toward his two companions until a stern voice cut through the air.

"Not you," Raven ordered firmly from behind. "I would like to have a private word with you, Cadet Strife."

Cloud froze. Both Turbo Toraz and Midget lowered their faces, unable to decide whether to stay or leave. With a forced smile on his face, Cloud nodded for them to take their showers. They didn't need to witness yet another hard lecture from Raven.

The two cadets reluctantly left. With a sigh, Cloud turned and faced the tall man that stood behind him. He knew some serious shit was going to happen. Everything from the dance routine to his infamous strike warranted retaliation from the raven-masked figure. Cloud kept quiet and forced himself into an attention stance to receive his instructions and, no doubt, punishment. Meanwhile, the class's swords master approached Cloud and Raven from the left.

"I'm heading to lunch after this, Raven. Will you join me, sir?"

"No," Raven responded evenly and handed him his wooden stick. "You may tend to your shower, Sergeant, and leave us alone."

Nodding his head, the other man headed off to the shower room along with the others. He disappeared behind a set of double doors that automatically parted for him. Raven returned his attentions to Cloud. They were alone in the training room now.

"At ease," Raven ordered briefly.

Cloud broke away from his attention stance. Still tensed, he folded his arms behind him. On the mirrors, Cloud noticed how disheveled he appeared right now. His face was glossed with perspiration while his clear blue eyes were cast gray from the room's lighting. A red bump from one of Raven's blows during their scrimmage formed just beneath his jawline. It was the same for his arm. Nearly every part of Cloud protested and burned with pain. He wanted to roll over and die. Still, the young man forced himself to maintain his composure and meet the man's steel-covered face.

"You may have proven your convictions to me, cadet, but you are a feral animal with no sense of coordination or composure," Raven declared at last. "Yes, you landed a blow on me, but you allowed your emotions to get the best of you. That was why you lost to me. And speaking about that rather naughty blow you landed…"

Raven removed the stick still in Cloud's possession. He promptly struck the cadet at the same area he'd been hit. Cloud collapsed to his knees and grasped his injured groin with both hands.

"Now we are even, yes?" Raven announced in a neutral tone.

Groaning, Cloud looked up at the tall man. Damn. He should've known he'd do that. When the instructor spoke again, Cloud expected more patronizing remarks at his expense or another physical assault. Neither came. Instead, Raven surprisingly leaned forward and offered his hand to him. From the ground, Cloud hesitated and blinked. Then he slowly took the hand. Their fingers interlocked and he got back on his feet.

"Admittedly, I take satisfaction in your vicious and unpredictable fighting style," confessed Raven calmly and tossed the stick in his other hand across the room. "Your swordsmanship skills reflect both your raw nature and the seamless flow you displayed during your waltz routine. I see some real genius behind your alternative learning methods."

The cadet kept silent and simply listened to Raven's words. If he didn't know any better, the instructor just complimented him.

"But style means nothing without substance, cadet," Raven cautioned shortly after, "It is as imperative to analyze a situation as it is to execute the necessary actions. Next time, calculate your opponent's strengths and weaknesses and act accordingly."

Cloud understood and replied with a "Yes, sir."

"It is clear to me you've a preference toward swords," Raven began and circled around him. "Your potential is limitless, Private Strife. Unfortunately, you can definitely benefit from an extra lesson or two. You still have much room for improvement."

Again, Cloud stood and paid attention to the instructor. This was the first time Raven actually conversed with him as opposed to bark orders. Whereas he'd anticipated a harsh punishment for his earlier actions, the instructor provided him with valuable feedback instead. It was… nice.

"You've yet to retain a proper attack stance," Raven pointed out flatly. He now stood behind Cloud and stayed there.

Placing a foot between his feet, the instructor kicked one to the side to spread his legs. Nearly losing his balance in this action, Cloud grunted and fought to steady himself again. He finally regained his footing and listened to the rest of Raven's private lecture.

"Your feet must always keep at the same distance of your shoulders' width," the instructor stated. "This ensures proper balance and an ability to react to a leg sweep. Understand, cadet?"

"Yes, sir," Cloud replied quietly.

"You are also not controlling the pace of your breath, cadet," Raven added. "Breathing is extremely important, especially when you are in the midst of combat. You exhaust additional energy if you are panting like a wild dog in heat. Focus on your breathing, Private. If you can control it during times of an emotional outburst or an adrenaline rush then you'll possess the type of stamina to endure longer, more intense battles. Always expect the unexpected and maintain your composure."

"Yes, sir."

"Now breathe for me."

Cloud frowned.

"Inhale. And exhale. Do this now, cadet."

It was a rather funny request, Cloud thought. However, Raven was dead serious and did not say another word. Cloud began to breathe in through his nostrils and breathe out through his mouth. He maintained a steady pace and continued the exercise for several minutes. When Raven remained silent, Cloud briefly checked his instructor's reflection on the mirror in front of them. The tall, dark-cloaked man remained behind and watched over him, as if he were Death himself. Cloud wondered if Raven's lack of interaction was a sign for alarm. He was tempted to ask what was wrong until Raven's hand shot forward and clutched his neck.

"Expect the unexpected," the instructor said with a low laugh. "Remember?"

Choking now, Cloud's immediate reaction was to remove the fingers wrapped tightly around his neck with both his hands. Raven's hand might as well have been made of steel. The more he clawed and struggled, the more pressure Raven applied. The man was ridiculously strong. He had cut off his air supply with only one hand. Even when Cloud attempted to push him off, Raven did not move from his position. It was a losing battle. Cloud saw his face blossom red on the mirrors and his clear-blue eyes rolled back as he gasped for air. It was only when he temporarily laid limp that Raven released a bit of his hold. Cloud realized then what he needed to do. While every part of him wanted to break free from Raven's grasp, he had to force himself to keep calm.

It was easier said than done. Each time Raven temporarily released his hand Cloud desperately breathed, which instantly resulted in the instructor tightening his grip again. Red-faced, the young cadet shut his eyes tightly. He fought the urge to greedily suck in the air. When Raven relaxed his hand again, Cloud forced himself to breath in an even pace. Gradually, the instructor's fingers released until his entire hand finally fell to his side. There was a fresh red mark around Cloud's neck now.

"Better," Raven commended.

Coughing a few times, Cloud could only stare at the mirror with a look of relief and frustration. He'd nearly died. Raven didn't sound troubled by that at all! Either the man was confident in his abilities to overcome this challenge, or he didn't care. As the adrenaline rush caused by the horrific event slowly subsided, a wave of calmness washed over Cloud's body. The lack of oxygen and near-death experience had produced a natural high for him. Standing with his shoulders slacked, he found himself too elevated to be angry or upset much. He was simply grateful to be alive.

"You also require retraining in the way you hold your weapon," Raven asserted a short time later. "You are depending too much on your fingers and arm strength. That is why you fatigue so easily; you're consuming more physical energy than necessary. The trick to handling a sword lies on the wrists. A swordsman's fluid movement depends largely on them."

From behind, Raven grabbed both of the cadet's hands with his own and placed them in front of Cloud. Raven's hands slid to Cloud's wrists. He massaged them with his thumbs. Raven's body pressed behind his back and his warm fingers touched Cloud's bare wrists. The young man suddenly grew rigid. He could feel the heat from the other man's body and hear his steady breathing from behind the mask. The way Raven's thumbs rubbed on his skin in small circles, Cloud wasn't sure what to make of it. His wrists had relaxed and slackened under his touch. Yet, the more physical contact this instructor made, the more Cloud felt at odds with the situation. And himself.

"Relax," Raven ordered, sensing his tension. Afterward, he commanded, "Now, move your wrists in circles to further loosen them up."

The younger man complied.

"Good. Imagine wielding your sword, if you will…" Raven brought Cloud's hands together and positioned them as if they were holding onto something. He moved Cloud's wrists left and right, up and down. Softly, Raven added, "See how more fluid your strokes become, Private Strife? How it requires less effort?"

Raven leaned closer to observe Cloud's face. Cloud didn't realize it before, but the instructor smelled of sweet vanilla. It was a charming scent. Cloud sniffed and exhaled slowly. Even with the mask, Raven's deep and smooth voice vibrated throughout his body. His heart pounding a bit faster, Cloud soon realized his mouth had gone dry. It was the silence that followed after that made him nervous. Even when Raven maintained his close distance he said nothing. It was difficult to know what was on Raven's mind, especially when his face was hidden behind a metal mask. Cloud observed his reflection on the mirror and attempted several times to decipher his body language. Then he lowered his gaze to the ground and stood numb.

Cloud felt the room become smaller and more confined. The air had somehow gotten hotter. He didn't understand why. Yet, there was something about the way Raven touched his wrists right now that caused his body to become warmer than usual. Even when Raven had wrapped his hand around his neck before, the violent action had brought forth a new sensation that was uncomfortable but also… pleasing? Breathing through his mouth, Cloud had difficulty maintaining an even pace again. The longer Raven's hands remained on his wrists, the more nervous and disturbed he became. Cloud swallowed hard. The silence absolutely killed him. He wished the man would say something. Anything. The quietness of the room only inspired wild, frantic thoughts in Cloud's head. Was Raven upset with him? Discontent? The cadet hoped he didn't somehow disappoint him again. He enjoyed this peaceful moment between them. In fact, Cloud couldn't ignore the bizarre satisfaction he steadily gained from being in close proximity with this dangerous demon. Raven felt… familiar.

Cloud's skin grew hotter. Already, he felt his forehead become damp. When he stared at their reflections on the mirror one more time, the cadet was determined to understand what was wrong. His breath abruptly caught midway in his throat once he noticed something that wasn't there before. Panicked, Cloud nearly choked. He finally realized, to his utter horror, what may have caused Raven's sudden silence.

Funny thing about life-and-death situations… it gets the blood flowing. Your entire body gets all hot and you find yourself unable to decide whether to kill something with your bare hands or fuck the brains off someone…

Cloud bit his lower lip. Gaia… This was not happening. Not now. Not here. Not with this man.

"Sir…" instantly started the cadet; his voice broken and barely audible. "May I be excused? I… am not feeling well right now."

Cloud did not want Raven to look at the mirror and notice the budge on his pants. God help him, he did not want Raven to see it. Of course, he knew better. No detail went unnoticed by this meticulous-driven son-of-a-bitch. Cloud mentally kicked himself. He hadn't realized his own arousal until now. He suspected it occurred when Raven choked him. God, if Reno were here he'd laugh his ass off. The crazed Turk was absolutely right: the body reacted pretty funny to dire threats. Whereas some men piss or shat on themselves, others came hard. Cloud discovered he was the latter.

"I am not finished with my lecture," Raven finally spoke again in a matter-of-fact tone. Strangely enough, he did not sound bothered or disgusted by Cloud's current state. Rather, the man was still focused on his private lesson. "I want you to relay all that I've taught you, Private Strife."

"Yes, sir…" Cloud murmured back and tried to maintain his professionalism.

Sometimes he wished he was born a girl. At least a girl was physically built to conceal things about themselves, particularly of a sexual nature. Gaia, what was wrong with him? Was he that sexually deprived and lustful?

"Properly holding a sword is like the other equipment you handle every day," Raven resumed evenly and still had not released Cloud's wrists. "If you take the time to care about the other equipment you handle everyday then embracing a blade will become second-nature. Do you agree with me on this, cadet?"

Dully, Cloud repeated, "Yes, sir."

"Good. Then pull it out for me, Private."

Confused by the command, Cloud frowned. "Pull it out, sir?"

Raven lowered their hands together until they stopped on Cloud's zipper. At first, the cadet could only stare at their reflection on the mirror. Raven remained close behind him. Cloud did not trust his own senses, not even when Raven let go of one of his wrists. The instructor's fingers promptly pulled down Cloud's zipper and gently touched the budge he found there.

"Must I repeat myself?" Raven demanded softly from behind his mask.

"No, sir…" Cloud exhaled.

Raven leaned closer so that his voice carried directly into Cloud's left ear. "Do as I commanded the first time and don't test my patience, cadet."

Cloud hesitated.

"Is there a problem, Private?"

The cadet licked his chapped lips. "No, sir."

Both of Raven's hands settled on Cloud's waist while he closely watched him. Taking a deep breath, Cloud spread the unzipped front of his pants apart. It took him a few seconds to summon the courage to reach into his cotton white underwear. Raven must've had all the time in the world for this because he stood behind and did not emit a word or sound. Cloud chose not to test his patience though. His erection practically flopped up and down the moment he finally pulled it out. It was still a bit soft and the tender vein he liked to tease during masturbation had not popped yet. Still, the size of it had stretched long. The blood flowed evenly and thickened the impressively shaped muscle. Slightly embarrassed by his frontal exposure, Cloud's initial reaction was to cover his member with both hands. Raven's fingernails instantly pierced his waist, however. Cloud winced in pain until he took the hint and uncovered his penis. The tension on his waist released at last. Breathing again, Cloud stood still and allowed the other man to visually take all of him in. He paused when he felt something hard press against his backside.

Cloud's mouth partly opened as stared at the mirror reflection of Raven behind him. He had an idea what it was that pushed on his lower back. Surprisingly enough, having another man's erection pressed against his body did not disturb Cloud as much as he thought it would, even when it came from the harshest man in camp. There was something very erotic about it, something too sensual for him to fully comprehend. Feeling a bit bolder, Cloud breathed hard and pushed his underwear further down to expose the rest of his genitals to the drill instructor. He cradled and gently squeezed both of his sacs. Behind him, Raven's steady breath temporarily hitched from inside his mask.

"Now execute the gestures I've demonstrated to you," Raven whispered.

On the mirror's reflection, Cloud saw the superior officer tilt his head and closely observe him. The cadet felt as if he were being watched by a predator ready to attack him if he did not act accordingly. It was typical of Raven, of course. There was always an air of danger and intrigue that surrounded him. Cloud didn't feel as threatened by him today though. He enjoyed the way Raven's eyes stalked his every move; took in every inch of his body. He liked the way his current state of mind was hidden away by a frightening metal mask. It added to his mystery. Cloud quietly hissed when the other man's fingernails lightly grazed the sides of his arms. They traveled up his body. Even with the fabric of his uniform, Cloud's skin burned from his touch. He was quickly overcome by a feeling of vertigo and had trouble keeping his balance. Cloud shut his eyes and temporarily waited for the sudden lightheaded sensation to pass before he proceeded with Raven's order. Afterward, Cloud's hands circled around his flat stomach and moved beyond the belly point.

"Make use of your wrists, Private," Raven later added, "And repeat the movements again and again for me."

"Yes, sir…" the cadet replied obediently and took hold of the base of his arousal.

Despite some feelings of confusion and personal resentment, Cloud didn't care about sexual orientation questions and all that jazz. He simply wanted to fuck something. Anything. As he cupped his length with both hands, he recalled each lesson Raven brought up. He kept his legs apart to give himself proper balance and, with his wrists, moved his hands up and down his member in a fluid-like motion. To his credit, Raven was right: Cloud found much improvement in his grasp. Even as he stroked a bit faster his grip remained relaxed. The young cadet felt one of Raven's hands move up again. One hand now settled around his neck. Cloud's breathing had increased in speed and sound on account of the heated activity. Raven wanted him to exercise self-restraint.

For a few moments, Cloud complied and controlled his breath. Despite the sexual tension quickly building at the lower part of his abdominal, he managed to inhale and exhale at a steady pace. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. This action was repeated many times. However, Cloud soon found himself wanting to experience that wonderful natural high from before. He wanted to have it coincide with his sexual peak. Intentionally, Cloud gasped for air and prompted Raven to choke him. For reasons he couldn't explain himself, Cloud discovered the mere feeling of being choked as gratifying. It simultaneously caused his head to pleasantly spin and stir his erection. There was something very primal about the act. Raven must've realized how much he secretly enjoyed this because he softly chortled from behind his mask and tightened his hand's grip.

Cloud's hips began to move on their own accord at this point. Heavily aroused, the vein on his erection finally popped. Each time he grinded his arousal between the palms of his hands, he made extra sure to brush along the throbbing vein's path. Cloud gritted his teeth. Inside the large and vast training room, the sound of skin softly flapping against skin was heard. He worked his hands faster to produce greater sensations and sounds. A few beads of sweat slid down Cloud's face from the rapid activity. The damp-like musk of his own pre-cum reached his nose and he rocked his hips up and down faster into his hands. Meanwhile Cloud's face grew redder from the lack of oxygen. He choked when he attempted to spit out a vulgar word. Raven held him in place, though. His own hardness steadily rubbed against his back.

"Slow…" Raven commanded huskily into Cloud's ear and slightly loosened his hand's grip. "Move slowly, cadet…"

Able to breathe a little, Cloud sucked on his lower lip again and hummed pleasantly in response to the other man's words. He fucking adored the way Raven instructed him; the way his calm and even voice entered his ears and violated his body so obscenely. The instructor's authoritative nature felt very appropriate right now. It was almost ironic though. Just hours ago, Cloud wanted nothing to do with this man. Raven was a tyrant from his nightmares; the embodiment of judge and tormentor. And now? Now, all Cloud wanted was to shove his needy cock down the man's throat. He wanted to spread his legs wide for the raven-masked figure and receive every inch he had to offer.

With fingers clenched around his arousal, the young man groaned. He obeyed Raven's command and decreased his rhythm. Even so, Cloud had trouble maintaining the pace for long. He'd never anticipated how gratifying masturbation was until very recently. Always at odds with his own self-image, Cloud was enjoying these new quirks about himself. Today, he actually had an audience of one to witness his shameless hunger for sex. Moaning loudly, Cloud rested the back of his head on Raven's chest. Briefly, his eyes squeezed shut until they opened again and remained locked on the instructor's dark image on the mirrors. When he noticed Raven's attentions drift to his exposed genitals, Cloud fondled himself rougher; partly for himself but mostly for him. The instructor appeared content because he choked him tighter soon afterward. Cloud gasped. In that moment, Raven was his God; his universe.

"Slow, cadet, move slowly," Raven gently pressed again. "A good swordsman is well-disciplined. He maintains self-control throughout any ordeal."

The cadet was at full erection and had yielded more pre-cum over the head of his cock. Cloud withered with each movement he made. He wasn't sure how long he'd last, especially when he was in desperate need for air now. The hard muscle in his hands was also extremely sensitive to any self-inflicted touch.

Raven finally removed his hand from Cloud's throat altogether and allowed him to breath freely. The cadet had a coughing fit and gulped air. Raven laughed. With one arm, he wrapped it around Cloud's waist and gently pulled the cadet closer to him. Then he used his free hand to slightly lift up his mask. Cloud felt warm and smooth lips gently press on the crane of his neck. Groaning again, the cadet kept stroking his penis while Raven's tongue stuck out and gradually trailed up to his ear. Every nerve under Cloud's skin lit on fire. He felt the instructor nip and tug his earlobe between his teeth. Near to his climax, Cloud stared at the two of them together on the mirrors. They looked perfect.

"Not yet, Cloud…" urged Raven when he felt Cloud's body quiver. He later added, "A skilled warrior waits for the right moment to strike."

Somehow, having Raven address him by his first name made the event more intimate and special. Cloud loved the way the vowels rolled so easily from the other man's tongue. Raven had said it so softly, so carefully. His voice, alone, was more alluring than the crude sounds of sex itself. Unfortunately, Raven's demand proved too difficult. Cloud bit deeper into his lower lip when his body trembled beyond his control. His inner thighs shook and he initially wondered if he needed to piss or cum hard. A strong heat wave took hold of Cloud's lower regions and caused his abdominal muscles to lock in place. The sensation reached all the way down to his toes. His entire body stiffened and he held his breath. Seconds later, Cloud's entire universe exploded. His eyes saw nothing and everything at once. Then strings of white pearls sprayed thickly into the air.

A fat drop landed on Cloud's flushed cheek. Eyes closed, he was unable to work his mouth and body anymore. He was reduced to a sack of hot and very spent flesh. Cloud leaned against the taller man for support and softly panted.

From behind, Raven chuckled and still held him by the waist. His brilliant sound echoed into Cloud's ears. Apparently amused, the instructor shook his head and gently brushed back a few strands of hair from Cloud's damped forehead. "Patience, boy, patience. You strike too soon. You'll exhaust yourself like that. The ability to pace yourself is one important factor to becoming a worthy swordsman. Indeed, you have a long ways to go, my novice."

The drop of semen that had landed on Cloud's cheek dripped down. His heart pumped at a hundred miles per hour. A bit embarrassed by his own rash behavior, Cloud lowered his gaze a bit. He wished he had exhibited more self-control and not gotten lost in the moment. Raven didn't sound too upset, however. In fact, he lifted the young man's chin up with a finger. He leaned down and his face drew closer to Cloud's. His mask still raised halfway up, Raven's tongue slowly ran up his cheek to lick away the white goop. Raven lifted his head afterward and made a low, approving sound at the taste of it. Then he slowly let go of Cloud.

"We'll continue this lesson some other time," Raven informed quietly and put down his mask. "You are dismissed, cadet."

Bewildered, Cloud simply stared at him. He halfway expected the man to say something else; to give him some absurd punishment that condemned him for his inability to pace himself properly. Nothing else came. With some hesitation, Cloud pulled up his underwear and zipped his pants. Raven was unusually merciful with him today. Not that Cloud complained. He enjoyed his mentor's private lesson. It was definitely one hell of a way to get him to hold his sword properly. The mere thought of continuing Raven's lesson plan was a pleasant one and caused Cloud's member to stir slightly. Feeling a bit comfortable with their interactions together, Cloud hand-saluted his superior and marched toward the shower room. Only briefly did he shoot a glance at the mirrors to catch the instructor's reflection. Raven had not moved from his spot. He stood in the same place and watched him leave for the shower room.

Again, Cloud felt something very familiar about him. Raven somehow emitted an aura that caused his own body to generate with heat. It called to him; drew him closer. It was very much like the same electrical current he and the General shared the other day. Cloud sighed and quickly looked away from the mirrors. He dismissed the odd feeling as something from his imagination. Trekking toward the shower room, Cloud didn't want to embarrass himself by revealing just how hopelessly lustful he'd become in Raven's presence. Perhaps one day Cloud would understand these strange sensual sensations he encountered frequently. He felt as if some primal nature of his had awakened and was ready to embrace all the dirty thoughts that had consumed his mind. With a deep breath, Cloud recalled the color of jade and felt his skin grow hotter.

He is yours… and you are his…

Cloud was in desperate need for a cold shower.