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The blue glare from his eyes put Cloud in a wash; he found it hard to concentrate. The area started to spin, the mountains around him changed to a dark red and the sensation of heat rushing up his back. His feet pulled out from underneath him as the ground shattered and crumbled into the fiery keep. The stench of brimstone on his nostrils made him light headed and faint.
He felt his arms move up his sides and grip the handle of his blade, stirring without thought. He couldn't think, he couldn't move his hands, or any other part of his body he couldn't concentrate on moving. He didn't want to move but he couldn't stop it, he felt his grip tighten round the grip. His mind went crazy, the image in his eyes were flicking. An image of Hades home, flames flickering up round his chest. Then an image of the crater, after the incident, with dense snow raining on top of his head, settling on the ground in deep layers.
An image of blood dripping off his blade and freezing half way down, leaving crimson indents in the snow, he looked up to see the dark features of a hooded figure in front of him smiling, but he couldn't make up the face of the character. Then, with a quick flick, a long barreled pistol was aimed at his chest, a slight laugh from the throat. He looked at the weapon, the finger, itching to pull the trigger, muttering words which he couldn't make out. He then seen the trigger glide back, the bullet released from the cartridge and the gun-powder's flash, that made him force his eyes shut. But he didn't hear the noise, nor feel the impact, in fact he didn't feel the snow hit his face, and he didn't feel cold.
He opened his eyes, it was dark, but he could see a ceiling above him. He was lying down. He turned to look around; beads of sweat ran across his forehead and onto, his pillow. He had been dreaming. He looked over at Barret, he was asleep. He sat up to wonder about the dream. He had this dream before, except he for the cloaked man, he was new to this recurring dream. Cloud found it hard to sleep that night.
When the sun came up Cloud was already awake, in fact, he hadn't slept since his dream, and was dressed and ready for action. He was in the garden, sparring with Barret. His blade gripped in his hand as he tried to dodge the clips Barret was unloading at him. His blade did little but stand in front of him and take most of the shots, while Cloud had some practice at his reaction time, phenomenal as it is. When Barret was done with his onslaught, he shifted his blade and lunged at Barret, taking him as surprise while he was reloading, hu swung the blade with force, and as fast as his arms would allow him to swing a blade so large, and of such load, stopping within an inch of Barret's neck.
"Checkmate!" Cloud said, raising a smirk at Barret's reaction.
"CHECKMATE! How the hells that checkmate, ya spiky haired ape!" Barret replied, still holding onto his empty clip.
Cloud let out a sigh as he sheathed his blade. "I could have killed you on that split second, then where would ya have been"
"I'll tell ya where a woulda bin, I woulda bin letting this clip empty inta ya chest, that's where a woulda bin," Barret Growled.
"You would have been dead, actually"
"Would I have, Would I? Well you didn't perhaps think, perhaps that I had a revive materia handy, did ya" Barret rebuked.
"Quit arguing, will you. Barret, face it, you haven't been training recently, have you, so cloud would have an upper hand from the start. Right!" Tifa interrupted, with a tone of anger in her voice. "Besides, it Clouds first day back, we don't won't him leaving already, do we?" she continued, looking at him and smiling.
"Guess not" he murmured, just low enough for Tifa to hear it,
Tifa always seemed to stick up for him, the majority of the time he was right anyway, but even back when they were young in Nebelheim, and all the kids were around Tifa, those kids would mock and ridicule Cloud, but Tifa stood up for him, and they would stop.
Barret glanced at Cloud with a look of victory on his face, Cloud turned away from him smiling and shaking his head.
"Where's the breakfast, I'm starving," Yuffie grumbled
"Quit ya yapping, kid, you can't expect to be waitered on han' an' foot, can ya. Go make it yer'self, stop forcing others to do ya chores." Cid snarled at her.
"Well sorry, mister grumpy," Yuffie replied, getting up from her seat an heading to the fridge.
Vincent was just standing there with his back against the wall in the shade, and RedXII was prowling around the same area, which seemed to make Vince uncomfy. Vincent always liked to be separate from the group, he never liked the company. When his wife, Lucrecia, died, he went to sleep, planning to never re-awaken. But when Cloud and the others woke him, he followed them on there journey as a thank-you. But Vince never expected to make friends with them, and he still found it hard to be with them.
RedXII found it easy however. Still a teen in his species and the oldest in the group. RedXII always made friends easily, think of a dog, lots of people love dogs, RedXII resembled a dog, a large, red, vicious, attack dog, but a dog none the less.
The sky started to darken again as a large mist covered the city, so sudden and unexpected, it got cold swiftly and small petals of snow started to drift down. Cloud Got a flash back of his dream, the wind shifting his hair over his face, making it hard for him to see. He felt a warm hand wrap round his waist, Tifa had snuggled up to him for warmth. Cloud looked down at her and then slowly moved one of his hands on her shoulder, to reassure her that he was there, that she had nothing to fear.
"We've had this type of weather a lot recently" Tifa whispered to him, with a formal tone.
"I know, we should get inside, don't want to freeze." Cloud exclaimed, slightly worried.
Cloud turned round to head to the bar to see a dark figure walk towards him, he started to sweat, which didn't help due to the cold weather. Cloud reached for his sword as the figure moved towards him.
Clouds eyes shifted, he was looking for confirmation of the sinister form lurking towards him, he gripped both fists on the handle, letting go of Tifa and unsheathing his blade to settle in front of him in battle stance. Cloud didn't know how he felt, or how he should have felt. The figure moved just into view and stopped, Cloud's grip suddenly loosened on the handle, the end of the blade falling to bounce off the ground.