AN: What's interesting is that a lot of the inspiration for this seems to come from other sources as well as FF;7/Kingdom Hearts and Buffy/Angel, the books I've been reading (Shogun and Cybernetic Samarai) seem to be giving me some ideas that fit Sephiroths views well, changing him enough to make him unique, our world has changed him, for the better, but he is still ruthless and cunning.
As for the daggers, they each carry the same two Materia linked together, a Fire Materia and an Elemental Materia, the perfect Anti-Vamp weaponry, right! And the reason they react to Dawn is due to her, she carries quite a bit of untapped power within her, far more than most people, the other Scoobies have accessed their internal energy in some way, or at least have access to it in a way or another. Giles had his time as Ripper, Willow's a Wiccan, Buffy and Kendra are Slayers, Oz is a Werewolf, Jenny has her magical abilities, and Cordelia doesn't have that level of power, at the moment anyway, she has capabilities within her, they just haven't triggered yet.
Also, Dawn and the rest still don't know that she's the key.
He walked alone, face concealed by his helmet, odd looks still came at him though, he was different, and both populations of the hellmouth knew that. He was dangerous, far more lethal than anything else they had seen, the wide girth they gave him was evidence enough of that.
Of course, the two blades that crisscrossed his back could be a part of that, but that still didn't explain the cops avoiding him as much as the others did. His ever present companions, Masamune and Draconis, the two blades he bore as a silent witness to his strength.
Whistler had shown up again, revealing that he would have to save his friends tonight or else all was lost, they didn't have what was needed to deal with what their enemy was sending out.
Sephiroth was heading there now, his bike parked and ready for a quick retreat if necessary to keep his secrets. He knew that this was for them, he could not risk them.
Xander supplied the heart to Sephiroths logic, cold and hot, together they were the perfect weapon. He sensed a ritual activating, a powerful one, for this world at least, but he was still stronger, much stronger.
He followed the power, finding an apartment and was about to go in when a snake like creature burst from the building like a rocket.
"What the hell is a Naga doing here?" he whispered to himself as he took off in pursuit, trigger haste with merely a thought. His connection with Gaia was filling him and allowing him to use the spells without the Materia he was used to in the other world, but he still couldn't use the summons, those were different, not drawn from the planets energy, but from the energy of a creature that's death formed the Materia.
His gauntleted hand instinctively reached for Masamune as he saw the monster crash through the entrance to the high school.
"I guess the pest knows it's gonna get taught a lesson," he muttered as he grabbed its tail just before it crashed through the library doors.
The thing spun, its attention diverted from its search, turning to face the leather clad swordsman that had grabbed it.
The Scoobies were still working on identifying the daggers, the blades themselves had been analyzed easily, the strange part was the odd, glowing gems each carried. They radiated odd magic that none of them could identify.
Giles had only seen the glowing when Dawn touched them, the rest of them didn't seem to activate them, and the stronger charms.
"I'm bored," Buffy chimed in, "Why can't we..."
And then all hell broke loose, a twenty foot long snake creature crashed through the door of the library with a sword wielding warrior dressed like a biker hanging onto its tail.
Dawn dove for cover a moment before the rest and spun, recognizing the figure, "It's him!"
"Who's him?" Buffy yelled as she went for weapons, the others following suit.
"The guy from the alley!"
"Oh crap," Cordy chimed in as a section of the table barely missed her.
Xander spun, releasing his grip and twirling through the air to land on his feet atop a magazine rack, Masamune in a calm two handed grip.
The snake turned to face the warrior Sephiroth reached out and decided to play with this thing. It was not a Naga, they had intelligence and did not have the reek of foul magic.
"Assenori would be unhappy if I let you live," Xander said calmly, his mind flashing back to the Naga who he had met and befriended, the only being other than Whistler who had visited him in his hideaway to the north.
The creature hissed at him and lunged, fangs and razor sharp teeth coming for him.
His training allowed him to remain still and calm, blade at the ready, the countdown to his own strike still counting within his head.
Under his helmet, his eyes were closed, his muscles relaxed, but ready.
The thing arced towards him and he let his power free, the surge of raw magical energy blasted outwards from him, the shields he had used to keep it from being detected dropped for a moment. The raw power shattered the windows and ruffled hair as the contained power surged for an instant before relaxing.
His mind remembering the book he had gotten the shields from, it would work to impress, the longer you suppress your magic with shields to keep from being detected, the stronger the release would be when it was loosed for a short burst, it is the excess energy that is a waste product of magic use, so every so often the shields must be dropped anyway.
The creature was stunned as he sidestepped and held the blade up and firm.
The snake monster screamed as its own motions let the blade slice through its scales like tissue paper, the cut itself was not deep, but it was painful.
Sephiroth smirked under the mirrored face guard as he watched the wounded creature slam into a set of shelves with school books, dropping it on it like a ton of bricks.
"Pathetic," Xander commented, "And to think that whatever piece of filth you are could assume the form of a Naga, I must say that I am quite disappointed."
The absolutely deadly tone of voice the sword wielder used was reinforced by his obvious skill.
The references to Nagas, and the naming of one was something that unsettled the watcher in Giles and intrigued the Ripper in him. The creatures were said to be extinct and quite powerful, that a man could say to have befriended one spoke of many things, all of which were in and of themselves neutral, but spoke of great power, and when the man had unleashed his full potential on the creature, he had felt pain in his head, the part of him that had used magic felt like it was being run over by a tank.
He wasn't sure if this was a friend or foe, but he wasn't going to make a judgment yet, just be cautions. He was living on the Hellmouth, of course he was going to be paranoid.
The creature spun to face him as he sheathed Masamune and chuckled, hands out from his sides, held out and empty.
It reared up to the highest it could.
Sephiroth reached out with his magic and both of his daggers shot to his hands, "Thanks."
Then he threw them both into the creature, catching it on each side of it, but through formerly undamaged skin and carrying it out the window.
He charged after it, leaping to the sill and launching forwards and into a backflip before dropping out of sight.
"Whoa," Cordy stammered as the black clad being vanished from the window, pausing as everyone dashed to the window to see what happened next, Buffy and Kendra trying to decide if they should join the fight or not.
The man was moving faster now, not bothering with quips now, like a inner killer had come out to play, and the creature was already injured, but this seemed to amp it up, almost as if its adrenaline was flowing, but do snakes have adrenaline.
The swordsman struck out, a snap kick that had an audible result with the sound of cracking bones before the serpent slammed into a students truck, flipping it over and collapsing the cab.
Dawn smiled slightly, this was an entirely new type of fighting, poetry in motion it seemed. Raw lethality bundled with the skills to back it up. He was moving in ways that seemed to be impossible for a human, her eyes swore she saw moves that would be impossible for any cheerleader or gymnast as he fought with a raw abandon.
Two silvery blades moved as singing blurs around him as he moved, always in motion, striking with precision, but he was still moving at speeds that though far in excess of even the slayers speeds, was nothing near the speeds shown off in the alley.
She stared in awe, this man was something different, a force of nature that was beyond anything she had ever seen before.
Sephiroth was still smiling, he was going to show this pest the true meaning of power. It had gotten boring to play with it, now was the time to end this debacle.
He tossed the three hundred pound coat aside with a loud thump and activated Haste once more, pausing only a moment to use Slow on his foe.
The raw power within him skyrocketed as he tapped into another part of his capability, not enough to free his wings, but enough to wreak enough havoc to let this be memorable to those who still watched, the civilians having fled from the fight, only the Scoobies were still watching as the ground started to crack beneath him. It was the level he had only used once before, but now that was a higher bar for the level, he could keep from needing his wings at a much higher level now, only when he needed far more power would he transform now.
He couldn't transform now, as it would reveal his identity, and it would offset the advantage of secrecy he was using in his hunting. The force blasting outwards was like a small bomb going off, an audible gasp from everyone watching as the viper charged, but he wasn't going to just injure it this time.
His strike screamed through the air, slashing through scales, flesh, and bone, as he spun, beheading the monstrosity with an easy slash that seemed to not happen, the blade, nor him moving, but the strike was faster than the eye could hope to see.
He stepped aside, avoiding the spray of blood as the creature hit the ground, body and jaws still twitching as the nerves hadn't even finished sending signals.
Xander paused momentarily to pull a short length of cloth from a pocket and cleaned the blood and gore from his weapons, sheathing them as soon as they were clean. The weapons were irreplaceable, and he protected them above the rest of his gear, it was part of what made him so lethal.
He grabbed his coat as the spell wore off, his speed returning to normal rather than a blur.
With a practiced motion he grabbed the two daggers, smiling at them for a moment.
He sat one on each side of the snake's body as he picked up the head and started off, the creator of this abomination would be treated to a personal visit from the one who put the beast down.
Jenny felt the magic flow as she braced herself for it, this being was something far beyond anything she had experienced, and she had experienced a lot. Before she was assigned to this town, before she had watched Angelus die, sacrificing himself to save those he cared for.
Never in her life had she seen something that seemed so unreal as the swordsman.
The building was seemingly deserted as the sun finished setting, the vampires going out to feed, leaving the others on their own. Then a heavy object shattered the skylight less than a second before it hit the ground a couple steps in front of Glory.
Her eyes identified it as rage filled her, it was the head of the creature she killed., and there was a note sticking to it.
"Minion," she said, waving a hand at the nearest of the creatures that served her, "Read me the note."
It nodded nervously as it scurried over and picked it up.
"Yes, mistress, it says, 'To whoever created this filth, this is your one warning, I am not to be trifled with and if you remain in town or even consider creating another being in the form of a Naga, you will die by my hands.'"
The demon looked nervous as he started backing away from the blond hellgoddess, "That's all it says."
The creature didn't even see the blow that killed it as the blond screamed her rage.
As for the daggers, they each carry the same two Materia linked together, a Fire Materia and an Elemental Materia, the perfect Anti-Vamp weaponry, right! And the reason they react to Dawn is due to her, she carries quite a bit of untapped power within her, far more than most people, the other Scoobies have accessed their internal energy in some way, or at least have access to it in a way or another. Giles had his time as Ripper, Willow's a Wiccan, Buffy and Kendra are Slayers, Oz is a Werewolf, Jenny has her magical abilities, and Cordelia doesn't have that level of power, at the moment anyway, she has capabilities within her, they just haven't triggered yet.
Also, Dawn and the rest still don't know that she's the key.
He walked alone, face concealed by his helmet, odd looks still came at him though, he was different, and both populations of the hellmouth knew that. He was dangerous, far more lethal than anything else they had seen, the wide girth they gave him was evidence enough of that.
Of course, the two blades that crisscrossed his back could be a part of that, but that still didn't explain the cops avoiding him as much as the others did. His ever present companions, Masamune and Draconis, the two blades he bore as a silent witness to his strength.
Whistler had shown up again, revealing that he would have to save his friends tonight or else all was lost, they didn't have what was needed to deal with what their enemy was sending out.
Sephiroth was heading there now, his bike parked and ready for a quick retreat if necessary to keep his secrets. He knew that this was for them, he could not risk them.
Xander supplied the heart to Sephiroths logic, cold and hot, together they were the perfect weapon. He sensed a ritual activating, a powerful one, for this world at least, but he was still stronger, much stronger.
He followed the power, finding an apartment and was about to go in when a snake like creature burst from the building like a rocket.
"What the hell is a Naga doing here?" he whispered to himself as he took off in pursuit, trigger haste with merely a thought. His connection with Gaia was filling him and allowing him to use the spells without the Materia he was used to in the other world, but he still couldn't use the summons, those were different, not drawn from the planets energy, but from the energy of a creature that's death formed the Materia.
His gauntleted hand instinctively reached for Masamune as he saw the monster crash through the entrance to the high school.
"I guess the pest knows it's gonna get taught a lesson," he muttered as he grabbed its tail just before it crashed through the library doors.
The thing spun, its attention diverted from its search, turning to face the leather clad swordsman that had grabbed it.
The Scoobies were still working on identifying the daggers, the blades themselves had been analyzed easily, the strange part was the odd, glowing gems each carried. They radiated odd magic that none of them could identify.
Giles had only seen the glowing when Dawn touched them, the rest of them didn't seem to activate them, and the stronger charms.
"I'm bored," Buffy chimed in, "Why can't we..."
And then all hell broke loose, a twenty foot long snake creature crashed through the door of the library with a sword wielding warrior dressed like a biker hanging onto its tail.
Dawn dove for cover a moment before the rest and spun, recognizing the figure, "It's him!"
"Who's him?" Buffy yelled as she went for weapons, the others following suit.
"The guy from the alley!"
"Oh crap," Cordy chimed in as a section of the table barely missed her.
Xander spun, releasing his grip and twirling through the air to land on his feet atop a magazine rack, Masamune in a calm two handed grip.
The snake turned to face the warrior Sephiroth reached out and decided to play with this thing. It was not a Naga, they had intelligence and did not have the reek of foul magic.
"Assenori would be unhappy if I let you live," Xander said calmly, his mind flashing back to the Naga who he had met and befriended, the only being other than Whistler who had visited him in his hideaway to the north.
The creature hissed at him and lunged, fangs and razor sharp teeth coming for him.
His training allowed him to remain still and calm, blade at the ready, the countdown to his own strike still counting within his head.
Under his helmet, his eyes were closed, his muscles relaxed, but ready.
The thing arced towards him and he let his power free, the surge of raw magical energy blasted outwards from him, the shields he had used to keep it from being detected dropped for a moment. The raw power shattered the windows and ruffled hair as the contained power surged for an instant before relaxing.
His mind remembering the book he had gotten the shields from, it would work to impress, the longer you suppress your magic with shields to keep from being detected, the stronger the release would be when it was loosed for a short burst, it is the excess energy that is a waste product of magic use, so every so often the shields must be dropped anyway.
The creature was stunned as he sidestepped and held the blade up and firm.
The snake monster screamed as its own motions let the blade slice through its scales like tissue paper, the cut itself was not deep, but it was painful.
Sephiroth smirked under the mirrored face guard as he watched the wounded creature slam into a set of shelves with school books, dropping it on it like a ton of bricks.
"Pathetic," Xander commented, "And to think that whatever piece of filth you are could assume the form of a Naga, I must say that I am quite disappointed."
The absolutely deadly tone of voice the sword wielder used was reinforced by his obvious skill.
The references to Nagas, and the naming of one was something that unsettled the watcher in Giles and intrigued the Ripper in him. The creatures were said to be extinct and quite powerful, that a man could say to have befriended one spoke of many things, all of which were in and of themselves neutral, but spoke of great power, and when the man had unleashed his full potential on the creature, he had felt pain in his head, the part of him that had used magic felt like it was being run over by a tank.
He wasn't sure if this was a friend or foe, but he wasn't going to make a judgment yet, just be cautions. He was living on the Hellmouth, of course he was going to be paranoid.
The creature spun to face him as he sheathed Masamune and chuckled, hands out from his sides, held out and empty.
It reared up to the highest it could.
Sephiroth reached out with his magic and both of his daggers shot to his hands, "Thanks."
Then he threw them both into the creature, catching it on each side of it, but through formerly undamaged skin and carrying it out the window.
He charged after it, leaping to the sill and launching forwards and into a backflip before dropping out of sight.
"Whoa," Cordy stammered as the black clad being vanished from the window, pausing as everyone dashed to the window to see what happened next, Buffy and Kendra trying to decide if they should join the fight or not.
The man was moving faster now, not bothering with quips now, like a inner killer had come out to play, and the creature was already injured, but this seemed to amp it up, almost as if its adrenaline was flowing, but do snakes have adrenaline.
The swordsman struck out, a snap kick that had an audible result with the sound of cracking bones before the serpent slammed into a students truck, flipping it over and collapsing the cab.
Dawn smiled slightly, this was an entirely new type of fighting, poetry in motion it seemed. Raw lethality bundled with the skills to back it up. He was moving in ways that seemed to be impossible for a human, her eyes swore she saw moves that would be impossible for any cheerleader or gymnast as he fought with a raw abandon.
Two silvery blades moved as singing blurs around him as he moved, always in motion, striking with precision, but he was still moving at speeds that though far in excess of even the slayers speeds, was nothing near the speeds shown off in the alley.
She stared in awe, this man was something different, a force of nature that was beyond anything she had ever seen before.
Sephiroth was still smiling, he was going to show this pest the true meaning of power. It had gotten boring to play with it, now was the time to end this debacle.
He tossed the three hundred pound coat aside with a loud thump and activated Haste once more, pausing only a moment to use Slow on his foe.
The raw power within him skyrocketed as he tapped into another part of his capability, not enough to free his wings, but enough to wreak enough havoc to let this be memorable to those who still watched, the civilians having fled from the fight, only the Scoobies were still watching as the ground started to crack beneath him. It was the level he had only used once before, but now that was a higher bar for the level, he could keep from needing his wings at a much higher level now, only when he needed far more power would he transform now.
He couldn't transform now, as it would reveal his identity, and it would offset the advantage of secrecy he was using in his hunting. The force blasting outwards was like a small bomb going off, an audible gasp from everyone watching as the viper charged, but he wasn't going to just injure it this time.
His strike screamed through the air, slashing through scales, flesh, and bone, as he spun, beheading the monstrosity with an easy slash that seemed to not happen, the blade, nor him moving, but the strike was faster than the eye could hope to see.
He stepped aside, avoiding the spray of blood as the creature hit the ground, body and jaws still twitching as the nerves hadn't even finished sending signals.
Xander paused momentarily to pull a short length of cloth from a pocket and cleaned the blood and gore from his weapons, sheathing them as soon as they were clean. The weapons were irreplaceable, and he protected them above the rest of his gear, it was part of what made him so lethal.
He grabbed his coat as the spell wore off, his speed returning to normal rather than a blur.
With a practiced motion he grabbed the two daggers, smiling at them for a moment.
He sat one on each side of the snake's body as he picked up the head and started off, the creator of this abomination would be treated to a personal visit from the one who put the beast down.
Jenny felt the magic flow as she braced herself for it, this being was something far beyond anything she had experienced, and she had experienced a lot. Before she was assigned to this town, before she had watched Angelus die, sacrificing himself to save those he cared for.
Never in her life had she seen something that seemed so unreal as the swordsman.
The building was seemingly deserted as the sun finished setting, the vampires going out to feed, leaving the others on their own. Then a heavy object shattered the skylight less than a second before it hit the ground a couple steps in front of Glory.
Her eyes identified it as rage filled her, it was the head of the creature she killed., and there was a note sticking to it.
"Minion," she said, waving a hand at the nearest of the creatures that served her, "Read me the note."
It nodded nervously as it scurried over and picked it up.
"Yes, mistress, it says, 'To whoever created this filth, this is your one warning, I am not to be trifled with and if you remain in town or even consider creating another being in the form of a Naga, you will die by my hands.'"
The demon looked nervous as he started backing away from the blond hellgoddess, "That's all it says."
The creature didn't even see the blow that killed it as the blond screamed her rage.
