Disclaimer: I only own one of the characters in this fiction, and that's the Sorceress, who is my own creation as far as I know. All Final Fantasy characters are not mine!

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Chapter 4

"We should head to Junon." Vincent spoke up to Cloud out of the blue, several hours after Cloud's outburst.

"And why is that?" Cloud snapped, still obviously angry.

"Because, if we want to get Squall home, the first place we should check is in Shinra Mansion, on the continent across the sea. Since Cid has the Highwind, we need to head to Junon to catch the boat to the other continent." Vincent explained patiently.

"Why do we need to get Squall home? Why can't he just do it himself?" Cloud demanded.

"Cloud! Be nice!" Tifa scolded, her hands on her hips, making her look very motherly.

Squall couldn't believe it. He usually ignored people, and he didn't care how they acted, but Cloud was just being a jerk. "I never asked you to help me, nor did I ask to come here." He said calmly, sending an icy glare in Cloud's direction. "However, if you want to be responsible for an innocent girl's death, then go ahead and send me away. You heard the sorceress before. She'll kill Rinoa if I leave."

"Tch. I bet you're working with that lady to spy on us or something. Sorceress my foot." Cloud grumbled, feeling very angry at the world today for some reason. Inside he felt like something was wrong, and he had no reason to be this mean to everyone. Of course, that didn't help his mood. It only made him grumpier.

Squall's hand reached for his gunblade. "You know what? I'm really tired of your attitude, Cloud. I don't care if you don't believe me, but I am not going to stand here and let you try to ruin my life, you jerk."

Cloud turned his glare on Squall, his hand reaching behind him for his large buster sword. "Then you'd better stand somewhere else."

It was a stupid line, and Squall knew it. However, before he could tell himself to calm down, something inside snapped, and he was drawing his gunblade and aiming it at Cloud, finger ready on the trigger.

"Squall! Don't!" Tifa yelled, slightly panicked. She didn't know how strong Squall was, but she would bet everything that it wasn't nearly strong enough. Cloud had beaten Sephiroth. The Great General Sephiroth. No one did that... except Cloud, of course.

Cloud chuckled. "So... you wanna fight, huh? Alright. But don't come crying to me when you're missing limbs." He gave an evil grin and pulled out his Buster blade, leveling it at Squall.

"Not like anyone will listen, but I highly advise against this fight." Vincent mumbled from the side, figuring a fight between the two was inevitable, especially with the mood Cloud was in.

Vincent's words were mostly correct. The only one who listened was Tifa, and she was biting her lip nervously, torn with indecision. She couldn't decide between letting the two fight a bit, like boys often do, or doing her best to stop Cloud. She hesitated too long, however, since the next moment Cloud was swinging his sword at Squall's head, and the harsh sound of metal hitting metal rang out.

The minute Squall blocked Cloud's sword, he regretted picking the fight. He considered himself on the upper range of the strength scale, but Cloud was probably at the top. Luckily, the strong ones were usually the stupid ones. At least, that's what Squall hoped.

Cloud glared at Squall angrily, but it soon turned into a smirk when he felt how weak Squall's resistance was. The skinny little punk had no idea what he had just gotten himself into. He pulled his sword away from Squall's odd blade, and swung it again, this time at waist level. Squall jumped away, barely avoiding getting hit by the monstrous blade. Cloud pressed his attack, moving forward and forcing Squall to dodge even more, or risk getting sliced in half.

Vincent sighed and said to Tifa, "We need to intervene soon, or Squall is going to be staring at himself."

Shaking the gruesome image from her head, Tifa asked worriedly, "But, how are we going to stop Cloud? We don't want to hurt him."

"That may not be an option." Vincent replied, pulling his gun out of its holster.

"No Vincent! Don't shoot him. I'll try and talk-" Tifa protested, but was cut off by a gunshot.

Vincent looked at his gun for a minute, making sure it wasn't his, then looked up and saw Cloud holding his shoulder, and staring in amazement at Squall's smoking sword.

Author's notes: Sorry it's short, and that it took so long to post. I ran out of inspiration and had to play FF8 for a few hours to get it back... and that was after weeks of putting it off. I'll try to make the next one more prompt!