Stree woke up and found himself in a room he had never seen before. He sat up and got out of the bed. He looked around, and saw that the four walls of the room were flashing black and white.

"Strange," he said, turning around. The whole room seemed to contain nothing except the bed. He heard a thump, and turned around to find a cupboard behind him. He stared at the cupboard for a second, then, realizing that he was completely naked, ran over to it and opened it. He looked in and found all his favourite clothes in there, all in his size. He took out a black shirt and pair of jeans and threw them on, then turned around, hearing another thump. Sitting next to the bed, was a full size mirror. He stared at it for a second, then realized something, and moved right up to the mirror to look.

His scars were gone.

He reached up, not believing it to be true. Suddenly, there was a black flash, and his face suddenly contained innumerable amounts of scars. He gasped and stepped backwards.

"Where the hell am I?" he asked, his voice echoing strangely.

"You're in your mind," replied a soft voice from behind him.

Stree spun around, his hand flying, but stopped when he found out who was talking to him.

"You," he said, his hand dropping limply to his side. "But, you're dead."

"Do you know how hard it is to kill a Fayth, Stree?" asked Yojimbo from behind his mask., laughing slightly.

"I don't understand," said Stree. "If you are a Fayth, shouldn't you me gone with the rest of them?"

"I should be, but unfortunately I'm not."

The pulsing walls around Stree were starting to give him a headache, and Yojimbo's crypticd speeches. "Can you stop these walls from flashing? They're driving me insane."

Yojimbo walked over to one of the walls and examined it. "By the looks of things, you pretty close."

"Huh?"

"To insane.. the walls reflect yor state of mind. The way this is set out, not black, not white, means you're still somewhere in the middle. You not pure of heart, evil or good. And the flashing means that you've almost reached your breaking point. You should probably take it easy for a while."

Oh yeah. Big chance of that happening while every Fiend in Spira is after me."

"Ah. That. I think it's time some things were explained to you."

Stree stood up straighter. "About why they're after me?"

Yojimbo nodded. "You may want to take a seat." He gestured with his hand and a soft armchaird dropped to the ground with a thud. Stree sat down, and looked up at Yojimbo.

"So tell me why."

"You know how people from the dream Zanarkand were created by the Fayth, right?"

Stree nodded. "When I found out, I was a little confused as to why I didn't disappear."

Yojimbo nodded. "The reason you didn't disappear was because your Fayth never woke up. He enjoyed the feel of controlling people so much, he didn't want to relinquish it. He was cocky. Arrogant. And powerful."

"So he was the last Fayth." Said Stree.

"For a time. Eventually, the rest of the Fayth came back and tried to stop him. But he was too strong. All they managed to do was split him in two."

"Double the fun," said Stree.

"Exactly. Except the Fayth did their jobs right. The second version was the good half of him. All that was left was the bad. And they had the good half fighting alongside them, against his…brother."

"So what do you have to do with this?"

"Meet the brother," said Yojimbo.

Stree stared at him. "So, the one who's controlling me…"

"…is my other half. I couldn't. I wasn't strong enough. All I could do was give you extra strength."

"So why tell me this? If it's to help me not sleep at night, you've done a good job."

"That's not it," said Yojimbo, anger creeping into his voice. "You're the only one that has the power to defeat him."

"You're kidding."

Yojimbo shook his head. "Nope. The Fayth's have decided that it was up to me to train you, so I gave you my weapon, which gave you the extra power. Haven't you noticed the flame control?"

Stree brushed his hand across his face. "Yeah. Noticed that."

"Well, you're going to need it. Because unfortunately, my other half is stronger than I am."

"So what makes you think I'll be able to kill a Fayth?"

"You don't honestly think you have all that power in you for nothing, do you? You're the only one that has the power."

"Hang on a second. If I kill him, then you…"

"Yes. I die too. But it's necessary."

"But then, if you die, I die."

"That's also true. But like I said, it's necessary."

Stree threw his hands up to his head, in frustration and shock. "How? Cant you lock him up or something?"

Yojimbo laughed. "How human. You don't want to die. I know. Neither do I. but we have to help. You know how much of a danger he is. He has almost total control of the Fiends of Spira. Not one person is safe anymore. You can't honestly want preserve yourself and forsake all those people, can you?"

"Why not? Look what happened last time I helped someone!"

"You're referring to the Kry'tal girl." Stree glared at him.

"My sister."

Yojimbo smiled. "Your sister, then. Yes, you have suffered because you risked your life to help her, but is a life risked to help someone more fulfilling than a safe life for yourself?"

Stree opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"Stree, let me show you what will happen if your desire for preservation to prevent you helping."

"I –," Stree started, stepping backwards, but Yojimbo was too fast. He shot forward and stabbed his hand into Stree's temple. Visions assaulted Stree, ones of Burnig building children screaming, and a dark shape in the backgrounds. Suddenly, the pictures settled onto one. Stree found himself in the middle of a burning field. He looked around, and saw charred bodies all around him. He recognized one of them, and knelt down to see Rin, the shop owner, lying on the ground, and a sword slash that had him almost in tweo pieces. He heard a bang, and turned around to see several people running in the opposite direction. He followed them, and realized as he closed the distance that the leader was Tidus! They stopped suddenly, in front of a dark shadow that loomed up in front of them. He rann around them and saw that the shadow had taken form. It looked like Yojimbo, only larger, and made up of varying shades of black and gray. He looked at the group, and saw that they weren't even noticing Yojimbo. He turned his head and saw, standing in front of Yojimbo…

Himself.

Himself, but a darker version, wearing pure black armor, his hair now jet black, and a sword with a black fire-shaped blade.

"Stree, move," came Tidus' voice. His voice sounded as though it was comuing from a reat distance, and it echoed strangely.

The dark Stree laughed, but the laugh was not the laugh Stree remembered. It was colder than his coldest, and a lower pitch than he thought he was capable of. Slowly, the dark Stree reached from the ground, and put a black battle helmet on. He then lifted his left hand, and motioned for Tidus to attack him. Tidus moved back a bit.

"Stay here. All of you," he said to the rest of the group. Stree now noticed who was among this group. Kam was prominent among them, with Yuna and Wakka standing close by. Lulu was missing, as was Kimarhi. Rikku stood silently, and Paine was missing. Auron was gone as well. He looked on the ground and saw that the huge-yet-small-by-Ronso-standards body of Kimarhi was lying on the ground, near the dark Stree. Stree watched as Tidus stepped forward to face Stree's other side. The two attacked at the same time, but with one swipe, Stree cut the blade of Tidus' Caladbolg in two. He laughed again, then spun around and stabbed Tidus straight through the chest. Tidus dropped silently. Yuna screamed, and rushed Stree, but he sliced through her almost casually. The rest of them attacked, but they died quickly. Pretty soon, the only one left standing was Kam. Stree took off the helmet, and smiled at her, but it contained none of the protective feeling that Stree knew should have been there. Kam shook her head, tears streaming down her face. Stree shook his head too, then raised his hand. Flames formed around it, but none like the flames Stree himself knew of, these flames were black. Stree watched in horror as the flames grew in intensity, suddenly he shot his arm out and threw the flames forward, making them shoot straight through her chest. Stree cried out as she slumped to the ground, while the black version of himself laughed. Fury raging through him, Stree looked down and saw in his hand, a sword that was like the one his other self had, only pure white, with a silver and gold handle. He hesitated for only the slightest second, then ran forward, intending to cut down that twisted version of himself. The other Stree saw him coming, however, and brought is sword up in defense. Stree swung with all his strength, intending to push the other's blade back, but his sword shattered when it came into contact with the dark version! The evil one twisted his scarred face into a smile.

"Too weak," he said in a deep, yet strangely echoing voice. He raised his sword to strike, and Stree closed his eyes.

He opened them again to find himself in the strangely pulsating room, though it was less black now, and white seemed to fill a lot more of the space. He stood up and turned to find Yojimbo standing there, inspecting the wall. He turned around with a smile on his face. "I know what your answer will be, but I'd still like to hear it." Stree nodded.

"I'll do it."