Author's Note: Yeah, sorry for not updating in centuries. I haven't had internet for over a month now. But since I like cliffhangers (not really, but I love writing them for you all), I'll post this. Don't worry, I'll continue.

Drawing Out The Enemy

He withdrew his Masumune sword, which stood about seven feet long, and extremely sharp. With his strength in this sword combined, was almost exactly like a burning knife cutting through butter. Only not nearly as wide as Cloud's sword, about five feet in length and a foot and a half in width.

"SEPHIROTH!" Cloud yelled, allowing his voice to echo far off into the night, flocks of birds fluttering from several trees in the forest as a result. Cloud quickly unsheathed his Buster Sword, charging at Sephiroth in a wild frenzy of anger and hatred, his eyes glowing a deep pool of emerald. (It was a mark of SOLDIER members, their glowing eyes. It was as a result of being exposed to a decently heavy amount of mako energy, making their eyes glow like the such. Sephiroth had the same effect.)

Everything seemed to blur passed in a strong breeze to Cloud, his speed being fueled merely by his hatred and revenge to his one and only destined enemy. Sephiroth, however, did nothing but smirk, barely watching Cloud from a distance with one eye open.

"…Boy, have you got guts." He murmured, then swiftly dodged to the side as if going the speed of sound, immediately causing Cloud to halt in a sudden stop bringing up dirt in the process, much like a baseball player hitting home base on a close call.

"Sephiroth! I demand you back here!" He howled.

"Heheh, if you were a true SOLDIER you'd know where I am, and find me." His voice trailed off, and no matter how closely Cloud followed his voice, Sephiroth could not be seen.

He huffed strongly and kept his blade in ready position, glancing all about the deep dark green amongst the black and silent night. The only sound to be heard was the pant in his voice, deep inhales and deep exhales all from his anger, and not his energy. He heard a quick, silent shuffle in the brush. And no more than two seconds afterward…

"So, what's it going to be, kid?" Instantly, Cloud fell forward to the ground in an extreme shock of pain, letting out a painful grunt. Sephiroth had him. He had him pinned to the ground. A boot was felt slowly pressing against Cloud's back, gaining pressure. "…What a pity. Like a dog on the ground, whimpering…" He fakely frowned. "Cloud, you never had anyone by your side… you've never been anyone, you dog. You're a failed experiment, you know that? Failed! And look at you… under the feet of someone like me. I don't care what that idiot Hojo has to say, I'm no experiment. You're ju—"

"Sephiroth…" Cloud groaned, huffing and wheezing a bit to the dirt underneath him. But he lifted his head enough so he no longer tasted the dirt. He never did taste the dirt, he never will. Certainly not under the likes of Sephiroth. "I'm… no failed… goddamn experiment…" He managed to say under his breath. "Tifa… She told you her memories of me… I remember, the burning heat of my village… I remember going to the mansion… I remember feeling the fire nearly burn my skin, it hurt… but mostly I remember the heartache from everything you have done!"

"Say no more, you dog. You sound hurt, you sound out of breath… I don't care for your words, you failed experiment." He spat on the ground, dug his boot further into Cloud's back and drew his sword high into the air, staring down directly at Cloud with his emerald glowing eyes, brighter than ever. "…Let me put you out of your misery."