Chapter Six
In the murkiness of the underworld, a figure sat, alone on a rock composed of human souls. His sword, gripped in his right hand, seemed alive with light, as the man's power surged through the sword, as if it were an appendage of himself. Hearing the sound of footfalls to his left, he didn't even bother to look up. He spoke softly:
"So, did you get the Cetra girl?"
"Unfortunately, no."
"And why not, dear Sephiroth?"
"A man got in the way."
"Was it that troublesome Strife that you're always rambling about?"
"No, it was Spike Spiegel."
"What? Spike Spiegel?"
"Yes, Vicious. Spike Spiegel."
Vicious, who had been motionless the whole time, slowly rose and started pacing.
"You know Spike?"
"As a matter of fact," Sephiroth stated, "I know him quite well."
"How-"
Cutting him off, Sephiroth continued, "Oh yes, I know Spike. It was years ago, back when I was still in Shin-Ra. Spike wouldn't remember it, no, it was too long ago. You see, Vicious, the Syndicate and Shin-Ra had a good partnership going. Shin-Ra was the corporation who took care of the business aspects, and the Red Dragons took care of the competition. It was a nice, secure deal. I had many dealings and meetings with some of the Dragons' top officials, being that I escorted President Shin-Ra everywhere.
"Well, a few years later, the Dragons decided that they were sufficiently learned in the business department, so they tried to take us over and destroy us. Leader of them was Spike, back then, a young rookie who had risen in the ranks quite quickly. Before I was able to get to the scene of the fighting, it was basically over. We had beaten them back. Those that weren't dead were fleeing. The last to leave, was Spike. I was in the shadows when he turned around, and he looked right at me. I never once forgot the look on his face, or what he looked like." "So, Sephiroth, you do know him."
"Yes."
"Well, Sephiroth, let's just hope you haven't lost your taste for revenge.
In the murkiness of the underworld, a figure sat, alone on a rock composed of human souls. His sword, gripped in his right hand, seemed alive with light, as the man's power surged through the sword, as if it were an appendage of himself. Hearing the sound of footfalls to his left, he didn't even bother to look up. He spoke softly:
"So, did you get the Cetra girl?"
"Unfortunately, no."
"And why not, dear Sephiroth?"
"A man got in the way."
"Was it that troublesome Strife that you're always rambling about?"
"No, it was Spike Spiegel."
"What? Spike Spiegel?"
"Yes, Vicious. Spike Spiegel."
Vicious, who had been motionless the whole time, slowly rose and started pacing.
"You know Spike?"
"As a matter of fact," Sephiroth stated, "I know him quite well."
"How-"
Cutting him off, Sephiroth continued, "Oh yes, I know Spike. It was years ago, back when I was still in Shin-Ra. Spike wouldn't remember it, no, it was too long ago. You see, Vicious, the Syndicate and Shin-Ra had a good partnership going. Shin-Ra was the corporation who took care of the business aspects, and the Red Dragons took care of the competition. It was a nice, secure deal. I had many dealings and meetings with some of the Dragons' top officials, being that I escorted President Shin-Ra everywhere.
"Well, a few years later, the Dragons decided that they were sufficiently learned in the business department, so they tried to take us over and destroy us. Leader of them was Spike, back then, a young rookie who had risen in the ranks quite quickly. Before I was able to get to the scene of the fighting, it was basically over. We had beaten them back. Those that weren't dead were fleeing. The last to leave, was Spike. I was in the shadows when he turned around, and he looked right at me. I never once forgot the look on his face, or what he looked like." "So, Sephiroth, you do know him."
"Yes."
"Well, Sephiroth, let's just hope you haven't lost your taste for revenge.