Discalimer: yeah, we know by now okay?

Authors note: hey guys, here's an update. Sorry it took a while longer than I expected but lifes just been like that. Still read and enjoy

Hilltop

Midgar

Shifting slowly, green eyes opened onto a dark sky and stared around in confusion. Pushing himself up, Sephiroth realised that he was on top of a hill, somewhere on the edges of Midgar but had no idea as to how he had gotten there in the first place. His head hurt like mad and he felt drained of all energy. Hearing a stifled moan, he twisted around to find Cloud lying next to him with a soaked looking Kadaj huddled next to him. Twisting around, he tried to seek out the only other remaining brother but couldn't spot Yazoo anywhere which was very strange.

Shivering at the biting wind, he stood up and tried to work out what had happened. Nothing made much sense, as he was sure that he had fallen asleep in the lower cells of Shinra HQ and now he was out on the plains in a pretty precarious position. There were supposed to be small towns and hamlets around here but it had been an area which his parents refused to go near so he wasn't entirely sure.

Lowering his head, the young man shuddered in the breeze and decided to at least try and make some form of fire. Yes it would betray their position but right now they all needed the warmth. However it appeared that someone else had already thought of such things and there had been a small bundle of sticks gathered together but they were soaking wet as well. Glancing up at the sky, Sephiroth guessed that it must have been raining pretty hard at some point in time whilst he was asleep and noticing what rags of clothes he had left on his body which were also wet pretty much confirmed this.

Sighing, he sat down and tried to think of what to do. Somehow they had escaped, even though he had no idea, but they wouldn't be able to linger in one spot for to long because no doubt Hojo would not be best pleased at having lost not just one of his last remaining experiments but all four of them. The ones he claimed had been working out the best.

His mind wandered as the breeze played about, his hair following the changing direction in a slightly irritating fashion but with nothing to hold it back there wasn't really a whole lot else that he could do bar put up with it. Hearing a sound not far away, Sephiroth's first instinct was to grab the nearest piece of wood, which turned out to be no bigger than a fairly average twig, and brandish it fiercely towards the steadily approaching figure.

It was strange being able to see so well in the dark, a partial blessing of Mako he supposed, and within seconds he had picked out the similarly coloured hair and hastily fitted bandage to the left hand from the last spar they had. Rushing forward to help with the collected firewood, Sephiroth had to let out a sigh of relief, "Yazoo, are you okay?"

The boy looked up at him in surprise before nodding, "I thought you were sleeping." His voice was small, clearly he was on the verge of collapsing and Sephiroth had to sigh. Trust the second eldest to be stubborn enough to think of others before himself despite the situation. Actually for a moment he was reminded of Zack which made his heart ache. What he wouldn't give to have the black spiky haired idiot around right now.

"I was," he replied, taking the wood which was also sodden and tilting his head towards the others, "go and rest. You look worn out."

A tired smile crept across the features and Yazoo nodded before making his way over to the others without an argument for once. A couple of moments later and the second silver haired teen was fast asleep on the ground, wrapped around the opposite side of Cloud.

Smiling faintly, Sephiroth piled the wood but already knew that it was useless and scanned around again. Appeared that all the creatures and monsters were in hiding which was probably the safest idea right now. There was a distant rumble of thunder and the man sighed, shaking his head. They would all get extremely sick if they got caught out in the rain but with no visible light source he wasn't going to risk moving.

It was then that his eyes fell on an object not to far away. Frowning he walked towards it and picked it up. It transpired to be a sword, thin and long with a black hilt. It was covered in blood from slain foes and held a strange sense of familiarity about it. For a second, images flashed in his mind of fire, madness and a glowing woman in the labs but it faded all too quickly.

Shaking his head, Sephiroth found that somehow a scabbard had been left with it and quickly put the dangerous blade away before standing and heading back to his small group. They could rest for now, but they would have to move before the storm struck them. He just didn't know where to run to anymore.