As Yojimbo watched the battle unfold from his perch on top of the sphere pool support structure, he couldn't help but feel frustrated with how little help he was. He watched with pride as Stree fought his way through the city, stopping every so often to help a wounded civilian (that in itself a miracle), and wished he was down there, rather than just observing. He felt, rather than saw, a flash behind him, and turned around to face himself. A darker version, but still him.

"Hello, Brother," said Yojimbo.

The dark version of himself smiled. "Hello yourself. You're looking well, if slightly unarmed," he laughed.

Yojimbo smiled back. "Why shouldn't I be? I'm untouchable. If I die, you die, so none of your beasts can kill me, unless you want to risk yourself."

The smile disappeared from the dark ones face. "Just remember brother, someday I shall find a way to sever ties with you completely, then you shall be prey."

"And on that day I shall worry. But for now, let us enjoy the show."

"Yes we shall. But look. It appears that your pupil is about to face mine," laughed the Dark Yojimbo.

Stree ran through the burning streets of Luca, acting purely on reflex, ducking and sliding, then attacking when one of the many monsters jumped out from corners. Kam and Tidus, followed by the rest of his companions, were just barely keeping up as he cut through swathes of monsters with little effort. This continued up until the group ran into the blitzball theatre, when a group of monsters ambushed them and started attacking en masse. Stree was pressed down by two Behemoths as hundreds of Fangs, Vultures and any other Fiend he could name ran past to attack the rest of the group. Screams filled Stree's ears as the farmers and merchants that had come to fight were cut down through the fury of the beasts. He doubled his efforts, and had managed to kill one of the Behemoths when he heard Yuna scream out "No!" at the top of her voice. He slit the beast's throat and turned around to find all of his close companions surrounded by fiends, cut off from each other. He looked to see what Yuna had screamed about, and saw Kimarhi kneeling on the ground, holding his hand against his chest. Stree watched in horror as a Malboro lashed out with a vicious tentacle, cutting right through the Ronso's back. Another scream pierced the air, and Stree turned around to see a Couerl walking toward a weaponless Kam. Off to the right two more farmers were killed by the Malboro and it turned to kill more. Stree was stuck, and had to choose. He desperately wanted to save his sister, but another part of him wanted revenge on the beast that had caused so much destruction. His feeling clashed inside him, exploding inside him as they battles for supremacy. Finally his emotions burst out of him and a flash lit up the entire arena. His need to help Kam won, and he bolted over to her, completely dismembering the Couerl. He turned to ask Kam if she was alright, but stopped when he saw that she was staring in another direction. He turned to see what she was looking at, and felt his jaw drop. He looked across the arena floor and saw himself ripping apart the Malboro, using only his electrified dragon-tooth knife. Stree put his hand to where the knife should be and found it empty.

"What the?" exclaimed Yojimbo. "Humans can't split their personalities! That isn't possible!"

Dark Yojimbo laughed loudly. "Well, Brother, looks like you forgot something when you imbued him with your power. You not only gave him the tools to try, and I emphasize try, to defeat me, but you also gave him a way to create his own worst enemy!"

"No. This shouldn't have happened. I have to help him!" shouted Yojimbo.

"How?" asked Dark Yojimbo in between gasps of laughter. "Kill the other? That will kill him too. He's in the same boat as I am now!"

What the hell is going on here? He thought and the other him stopped, turned around and stared at him. Everything went quiet. Even the Fiends had stopped attacking and were silent. The other Stree started walking towards the centre of the room, and motioned for Stree to come as well. Stree obliged and walked to the meet himself. He stopped a few feet away, and watched the other him. He noticed that the other version of him was glaring at him. Suddenly, so fast that it was like a blur, the other version of Stree threw the daggers at Stree's feet, giving him an open challenge for battle. Stree didn't take his eyes off the other man, realizing that this was the man from his vision. This man would kill all he cared about if given the chance. But Stree couldn't just murder him.

"Sorry. I don't fight unarmed men," he said. The other version laughed and held out his hand. Dark flames danced around it for a second, then stretched out into a long-dangerous-looking sword. "Fine," said Stree, bringing his own sword to the ready. "Have it your way."

"You can't let them fight each other! If one kills the other, they both die!" said Yojimbo in frustration.

Dark Yojimbo laughed and replied, "that doesn't bother me, if Kry'tal dies, I don't have to bother with beating him myself. Either way, the problem is out of my hands."

Yojimbo growled, and pushed the darker self away, preparing to jump the incredible distance from his perch to where the two versions of Stree were fighting.

"No you don't, brother," said the dark version, grabbing Yojimbo before he could make any further moves. "They will fight their own battles."

Tidus watched, just as shocked as anyone else when he saw the two different versions of Stree run at each other. Sparks and flames shot through the air and they each danced around the other, anticipating each other's moves and acting accordingly. Even the Fiends had stopped moving and settled down to watch as the two versions of the same person battled with a ferocity that had to be seen to be believed. The only people who could make out clearly what was happening were Tidus, who desperately wanted to help, and Auron, who seemed reluctant to step in. Suddenly, Dark Stree blocked a shot, then whirled around and kicked Stree in the chest, launching him across the square in which they were fighting to smash through a heavy wooden wall! Black flames flared up on the dark ones arm, which he then threw out in a column that pushed Stree further into the wall! Seething with fury, the Dark man screamed, and the flames burned harder! Stree started to yell in agony as flames started to burn through his armor. Everyone was yelling and screaming for help, but the noise surrounding Tidus seemed to lessen, and a thumping noise from behind him started to get louder. He turned around and realized that they had been fighting right outside of his house. Seemingly unable to stop himself, he opened the front door and walked in to find the source of the thumping. He walked into his living room, and found the blade Wakka had given him so long ago, the Brotherhood, banging around on the floor. He picked it up, and it started to glow. Water erupted from the top of it, soaking Tidus from head to toe. Smiling suddenly, Tidus turned and bolted out the front door to where Stree and Dark Stree were.

Stree had gotten out of the flames and was fighting in close quarters again, trying desperately to get a shot in, but the dark version o himself was to fast, and too strong. Every strike that Stree made, his dark self blocked, then returned with three of his own. Stree's lungs were still burning from the roasting that he had received, and his reflexes had slowed down due to the running fight through Luca. He knew he couldn't keep up with his doppelganger, but he knew he couldn't let it win either. Seeing an opening, Stree cut low to his other half's knees, trying to hamstring him, but the dark one jumped it, grabbed Stree's ankle and tripped him to the ground. Stree tried to get up, but was pushed to the ground again by his dark self, who raised his own weapon to deliver the finishing touch to Stree.

Then suddenly, everything turned blue.

Ever since he had first started learning black magic from Lulu, Yuna and others, he found that he was able to use water magic a lot easier than any other. When he asked Lulu why, she said it was because of his love, or "obsession", as she referred to it, of Blitzball. Honestly, Tidus never really cared why, but he loved being able to do it. It was one of his strongest attacks, so when he launched the Waterga attack, he wasn't surprised when it knocked Dark Stree away. He quickly moved over to help Stree up, and noticed that steam was coming off him in large amounts. When Stree got up, he looked at Tidus from the corner of his eye, and hissed, "What are you doing? This thing could kill you!"

Tidus turned to face Stree. "I know we've had about a Farplane's worth of problems, Stree, but you're still my brother. I'm not letting anything kill you if I can help it."

Stree narrowed his eyes. "Well then, thanks. But that doesn't mean I forgive you."

"Doesn't have to," replied Tidus, turning to face the growling doppelganger.

"Remember last time we did the Fire and Water thing?" asked Stree, smiling slightly.

"Yep. I'm hoping it'll turn out better this time, though. Water tends to have more of a reaction on land than it doesn't when surrounded by water," laughed Tidus. "You know, I guess this puts an end to your history of being really single minded."

Stree laughed, and with that, the two brothers charged forward.