Jeez I don't know how this ones going to sound. School was soooo dull every time I tried to write my ideas got zapped. My reviews are showing up again so that's one problem out of the way. Thanks so much for the reviews especially those of you who answered my questions and played along in my guessing games. I think this is chapter 6. Haven't thought up the next chapter oh no! But I have the rest of the night to daydream.

Beware! There is a little bit of blood in this one so if you're allergic, skim over the third section.

Chapter 6

I fight alone

The man that had scoured the entire second district from top to bottom had finally given up his search. Whoever he had been searching for was no longer there. Out of anger his fist collided heavily with the nearest wall. He ignored the large indentation that was left behind.

It was supposed to end here. Their final battle was so close but apparently his opponent had had other plans.

"Have you given in already?" That voice was full of malice. His target had returned yet he didn't reply.

The other walked out from the shadows on top of the clock tower roof. "Well? Have you, Zack? The searcher felt like a boy in the others presence as he starred up to the rooftops. Feeling annoyed with himself he wondered how he had never heard him approach. "Are you prepared to fight traitor?'

The boy known as Zack glared. In one swift motion he had raised his sword a level with his shoulders. The blade was as long as he was tall. The metal steel had become rusted from years of battles and waiting for his return. The sword itself was quite plain and was without any overly detailed designs. Old scratches and dents from battles long ago were the only things that marked its surface. Two empty slots had been formed just above the hilt, the perfect size to hold materia.

Zack spoke at last. "Don't expect to make the first strike!" The other smiled evilly. He dropped gracefully from his resting place to fully face Zack.

"Then let's begin." He unsheathed the long masamune, the sword that only he had managed to wield. The rising moon's light glinted of the cold steel.

"This time Sephiroth, you fall." The two charged one another and their swords clashed. The battle they began so many years ago was coming to an end.

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Cloud kept his head down to the cold stone floor. The fear he felt from the newcomer was almost as great as for the one that brought him there. To his own surprise the other hadn't moved toward him yet. He peeked out from behind his small arms once again and admired the stranger. The man had moved further away giving Cloud his space. It was as if he were waiting for Cloud to do something first. He leaned lazily against the bars, almost as if he didn't care that anyone was staring.

He was tall and he wore a long black cloak that hung just above the ground. A thick hood hung from the neckline. Two long silver tassels had been strung through it and hung lazily down his chest. Between the tassels a long zipper ran from his chin and down to his feet. Every inch of his skin was covered in some form of black clothing except from the neck up.

His face was more visible now. His eyes were a piercing green and beneath them were two marks shaped like upside-down tear drops. His hair was a bright red and spiked back away from his face.

He reminded the small Cloud of someone. But as for who, he couldn't recall. Seeing Cloud's eyes searching over him, he cocked his head to the left trying to look at Cloud's hidden face. When their eyes met Cloud curled up tighter. The man rolled his eyes with a sigh and looked away.

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Zack slumped against an old wooden bench. His left hand was clutching his wounded stomach while the other held tightly onto his sword. It was as if it was all that stood between him and death. His vision was starting to blur and all he could see was the image of Sephiroth standing before him. He wondered if this was because the pain had caused his eyes to water or if it was the blood loss.

The former general seemed abnormally calm after all killing others wasn't new to him. He made an unexpected swipe a Zack's face, but his former friend just managed to deflect it.

"You honestly think you can still win?" he smiled fiendishly.

"No," Zack panted. "But you can still lose."

Sephiroth's calm facade faded but Zack doubted it was because of his words. The older warrior seemed to be somewhere else. To Zack's utter amazement Sephiroth sheathed his weapon. He turned slowly and walked away. When he reached the shadows he had previously emerged from he turned back to the boy. "I intend to savor your death." He stepped back into the shadows keeping his stare on Zack the entire time.

Zack was left to stand alone in their empty battlefield. He couldn't replay what had just happened, his mind was a fog. The thick taste of iron had flooded his mouth. He gagged as the crimson liquid dribbled down his lower lip. His vision finally gave in completely and he collapsed limply onto the bench with a hard thunk. His sword went clattering to the pavement while his left arm dangled over the edge stained with his own blood. As his mind began to slip away he wondered to himself.

"Will I wake up this time?"

Poor Zack :( This one was a little short. Congratulations to-Redwood you got them both! Axel was so hard to guess too. Also great job to silver chocobo 15, Tifavalentine99 and silenceinlight! If I missed anyone, sorry I'll mention you next chapter, for true.

Question: the marks under Axel's eyes are they black because in the few images I've found they look sort of purple. Keep reviewing it's all I have to look forward to after school. Well…that and sleeping.

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