Additional Training (Full)

by ChocoWriter

Cloud Strife- a novice cadet and an even worse warrior in his own mind. Despite standard SOLDIER training, Cloud feels he can't get any better at anything, increasingly weighed down by his own subconscious. Luckily, two experienced SOLDIERs step in. Chapters from the other story are condensed into one page.

Additional Training

By: Chocowriter

(I do not own any of these characters or material. Please enjoy. Copyright Square-Enix)

"Cadet Strife to office 3B".

Cloud craned his neck to the source of the tinny voice from his defeated position on the ground and let out a small groan. Several sets of eyes peered down at the spiky blond-haired cadet with varying expressions of pity, interest, or amusement. A hand interrupted his line of vision, offered by the man who had gotten him to this literal low point.

"Up you go, Cadet. Don't worry, you'll get plenty of tries to beat me in the future. You did good!"

Cloud (begrudgingly) stood up, meeting the pale blue gaze of Zack Fair, his instructor and (as of right now) loving tormentor. The constant humiliation of defeat by his teacher was not making Cloud's self-esteem any healthier.

"I know that self-deprecating grimace, Cloud. Whether you believe it or not, you're becoming a faster fighter. I'm impressed!" Zack enthused, patting Cloud encouragingly on the back. The strong blow nearly knocked an exhausted Cloud off his feet.

Regaining his balance, he straightened up and looked back to Zack. "T-thanks. Now, where is office 3B, sir?"

"Oh, I'll take you! And enough with that 'Sir' nonsense. Zack is just fine, Cloudy. As for the rest of you, cool-down and stretch with…" He looked around for a somewhat eager face, instead deciding on a cadet eyeing the clock wearily.

"You!" He pointed to the cadet who paled and began shaky arm circles.

"That's the spirit! Great job today everyone!" Zack gave his award-winning smile and Cloud could've sworn he saw several cadets actually swoon. Before he could take in the rest of the scene, Zack shoved him lightly from behind.

"Onward, Cloud!"

…

"W-what do you think I'm gonna have to do at this office?" Cloud stuttered, his (Zack thought) adorable country bumpkin accent peeking through.

"Probably do some special SOLDIER training. Don't you remember everyone in your unit getting pulled out of training throughout the week?" Zack said, resigned to placing his hands on the back of his head, elbows out, now that he was sure Cloud had stopped shaking.

"I, uh, guess not?" Cloud flushed, embarrassed.

"It's alright Cadet. You have so many responsibilities every day, I understand. Awright, here's your stop"

Cloud gaped at the intimidating steel doors in front of him. They must have been at least 8 feet tall and able to withstand a chocobo stampede.

"U-uhm a-are you sure?" Cloud stammered.

"Yup! Now press that red button and we'll see what happens" Zack chuckled, with a wink.

After a quiet minute (Cloud prayed to Gaia the doors were either broken or the person-thing- behind them wasn't there), Cloud let out a breath.

Maybe my prayers were granted after all. Just as he turned his head to Zack to ask a question, the doors flew open with a terrifying screech to a pitch-black room.

"In ya go! Good luck, Cloudy! I'm rooting for you!" Zack cheered before shoving Cloud into the intimidating darkness. The doors immediately slammed shut, causing Cloud to yelp.

What's this? What's going on? Zack's going to get it so hard after this-"Cloud thought bitterly, despite his panic. His thoughts were interrupted as the room was illuminated by a soft blue grid of light. A metallic voice followed.

"Cadet Cloud Stife, please confirm your identity."

"Y-yes?" Cloud stammered, confused.

"Voice match. Running program S3Ph1r0th." The voice warbled.

"What?"

Suddenly, the room changed with a bright flash of white light, disorienting Cloud. He stumbled back, his forearm covering his stunned retinas. When he recovered, he looked up to find himself in a dark, grimy alley, surrounded by cold cement walls. He looked up to find the terror and hero of Midgar brandishing a sword at him.

"Fight, if you wish to pass." General Sephiroth proclaimed, his hollow voice bearing a sinister yet metallic edge to it.

"H-how?" Cloud stammered.

Suddenly, Cloud felt a tremendous weight and looked down to find Zack's dream sword- the actual Buster Sword at his side. Sephiroth lunged, Masamune glistening. Cloud lifted his sword to counter with surprising success.

"Interesting." A voice sounded, distantly. It was Sephiroth but…it sounded more...organic? Before Cloud had any time to understand the situation, Sephiroth recovered and aimed for an overhead attack. Cloud blocked. The General attempted to sweep Cloud off his feet, but somehow, Cloud jumped and avoided the blade. Sephiroth continued to attack in a whirlwind of blows, but Cloud countered every time. He wasn't winning, but he wasn't losing either. The Buster Sword was much heavier than he was used to carrying- after all, the wooden sparring sticks he had used in the past hardly weighted anything (Despite the pain they inflicted).

But somehow, fighting with this sword feels, right. I'm actually fighting a famous hero with a legendary sword. What are the odds? Cloud allowed a small grin to perpetrate his mask of concentration and attempted to sweep Sephiroth off his feet with the Buster Sword, forming an inclined angle to block any attack while he struck.

Of course, the general easily leapt from the sword but….

"Nice tactic, Cadet" The voice sounded almost…amused? Cloud ignored the noise, eager to win the fight. He blocked blow after blow, almost expertly except…his stamina was quickly draining, and he could feel a mental fog coming on. Soon, he knew, he would be tormented.

How pitiful.

The weight of the Buster Sword increased, the spar with Zack a draining memory in his body. His blocks were sloppier, and Sephiroth was starting to take advantage of the situation.

The Niebelheim boy-the so-called hero, defeated once again?

His heart beat faster- but not from Sephiroth's increasing attacks. His heel met the cement wall.

You thought you were worthy enough to spar with Zack- and use his dream weapon? How disgraceful. You are a disappointment as always, Cloud

Cloud fought back tears as Sephiroth loomed over him, a metallic glint in his eyes. Cloud lifted his sword for one last counter.

Failure. As always. The internal voice-his voice- finally thundered.

He vaguely noted the crack and stress of swords crashing together. The alley got smaller and smaller- shrinking from the size of his bedroom to the size of his barrack bed. Darkness flooded his vision and Cloud gasped- completely forgetting about Sephiroth. There was no room-no air left until…

Nothing.

…

"Yes, Zack. Practically a master of your so-called "dream sword" but…something seemed off. It was as if his mind was somewhere else."

"Think somewhere like his own personal hades?"

"Yes, actually. And the heart rate results…"

"Went crazy." Zack sighed. "I figured."

Cloud opened an eyelid at the familiar voice- albeit with a tinny undertone. He was no longer in that eerie alleyway, burdened by the weight of…a sword…

It was always only Zack's. A familiar voice chimed in. A sound only Cloud could hear. The events- the fight- from earlier came rushing back in a stream of painful memories. He gasped, uncertainty and panic seeping into his thought stream. He vaguely noticed the tap of footsteps growing in volume.

"Cadet?" The voice sounded familiar, but Cloud was too disoriented to notice.

"Cloud Strife, was it?" A lock of long, silver hair tickled Cloud's chest followed by several other glistening strands. Distracted- Cloud marveled at how the hair perfectly reflected the calm orange light from the room. Cloud slitted his eyes, not fully oriented to face the light from any fixture.

"Why are you acting sleepy when it's clear you're stressed?" The voice was low and smooth.

Wait. I know that voice. I heard it earlier…several times. It's…

Cloud bolted upright in a salute.

"General Sephiroth, sir! Please excuse- "Cloud fell back with the sudden head rush, his world spinning on its axis. Turns out Cloud was in a lying position, so the sudden change in altitude posed a bit of a problem in saluting his commander.

"You Cadets are so quick to hold to SOLDIER values, no matter the cost." General Sephiroth chuckled.

"At ease, Cadet. Get your bearings. "

Cloud allowed his eyes to close so the spinning would finally stop. He felt a sudden brush of warmth on his index finger. It was then he noticed the pressure of something…plastic clasping said finger. It was too long and uncomfortable to be a ring…Cloud opened one eye and looked at his left hand. A white plastic clasp was attached to his finger and a long wire, running from the (table?) he was on to the floor.

"Just a device to monitor your vitals. Nothing to be concerned about. Are you alright now, Cadet?"

Cloud slowly opened his eyes to meet the emerald irises of the mighty General Sephiroth. Unlike earlier, his facial expression seemed softer, kinder.

"Y-yessir. If I may, I have a few questions." A few silver strands lifted from Cloud's torso, and he shivered, realizing the room's sudden chill.

"Of course. Give me a few minutes, then I will be able to grant your request." The General smiled and bowed his head before moving out of Cloud's periphery.

Cloud took the time to examine his surroundings. There was a simple lamp near the corner of the room, accommodating for the lack of windows. The walls were a pale gray, and a sturdy yet plush-looking chair was positioned near the door, close to the foot of his…table. To the back of his periphery, he could see the edges of a monitor, but no sounds were emitted from it. He looked down to find his right wrist wrapped in pale tan adhesive tape. He was still in cadet wear, to his relief. At least some normalcy was present.

All the while he vaguely registered rustling from the other room, the General saluting another soldier (the jovial voice sounded like Zack. Cloud wouldn't be surprised). The footsteps increased in volume and proximity until Sephiroth was in the room once again. He draped a standard-issue blanket over Cloud and pulled up the blue chair to Cloud's bedside. Once again, he was met with emerald eyes.

"Alright, go ahead."

"Sir, if you could please explain how I encountered combat with you, and how I was transported here, if possible."

"Ah, yes. You must've experienced your first battle sim?"

Cloud looked back blankly.

"All you saw and fought in that dark room- that alley? It was all a hologram. It feels and looks real but isn't. Sephiroth patently explained.

"Am I still in it, sir?" Cloud looked adorably concerned.

Sephiroth chuckled. "No. And to answer your other question… you blacked out during the sim. Medical personnel took you in as quickly as they could. Your vitals could've been better, but your cortisol levels were high. Anyway, they gave you a revitalizing IV drip and I took over from there. We're positioned in an unoccupied third-class quarter. "

Cloud looked down at the bandage, the situation increasingly coherent.

"I also tracked your progress during the sim"

Great, he witnessed my failure. Cloud paled.

"Cloud- I mean Cadet- your results were fine. Your training is going well. Just as Zack- I mean Sergeant Fair reported to me. But…something held you back."

Cloud stared at his socks, desperate for something else to do other than listen to his embarrassment unfold.

"N-no. Cloud is fine. So, why am I here, now?" He whispered.

"I am going to help you with a different sort of training than the standard-issue SOLDIER material. It will help you improve your skills and mindset. Does that sound beneficial, Cadet?"

"Yessir."

"General is fine, Cloud." Sephiroth edged closer to Cloud's bedside. Cloud could feel the heat radiating from the general's form. The proximity of the General caused Cloud to tense up in apprehension. He subconsciously balled up his hands and his feet flexed toward his ankles.

"Cloud, I'm not going to hurt you or assess you. I need you to trust me for this training. "

Cloud managed a nod.

"Let us begin."

"Please close your eyes."

"Yessir." Cloud shut them tightly, anticipating…something.

"Cloud, please relax. I am not evaluating you right now." Sephiroth chuckled to himself. Cloud did as such, slightly relaxing his expression.

"Now, take a deep breath in…two…three…. Four….hold….out…two… three... four…five…six." Sephiroth led, breathing in the same pattern. They completed the exercise a total of five times. After, Cloud felt his hands relax at his sides.

Cloud nearly jumped when Sephiroth took his hands and placed them on Cloud's hand, stroking his palms slightly.

"Place your attention on my hands. How do they feel?"

So many things…callused with experience, yet soft. Cloud thought. With a gentle grasp, and above all else…

"Warm?"

"Yes. Pay attention to this for now."

Cloud was bewildered and on edge as to why the General was…touching him. He felt as if he was being disrespectful of the General.

What will the punishment be for my insolence? Will I get demoted? What-

"Cloud. Please focus on right now. This is your training." Sephiroth said, seeming to read Cloud's thoughts. Cloud's clasp was a heart rate monitor, and Sephiroth could tell Cloud needed support, as his heart rate results spiked.

Cloud took a deep breath and slightly moved his fingers, reminding himself of the warmth and comfort of Sephiroth's gentle touch. He noted other sensations, like the light brush of hair on his wrist and forearm. The general's soft breathing was surprisingly soothing, and Cloud felt himself relax into the General's grip.

"Good, Cloud. Now, do I have your permission to touch your visage?"

"Y-yes?"

Sephiroth removed his hands and Cloud detected the whiff of SOLDIER sanitizer. He cracked his eyes open.

"Cloud, please keep your eyes closed for now. I'm not taking samples."

Was that a joke? Of course, the General is astute as ever. Cloud noted, resting his eyelids.

Cloud could feel heat radiating on his face before his eyebrows were met with fingertips. They traced lightly over his brow line, smoothing the creases between his constantly furrowed brows.

"Continue to follow the movement. When I stop, please tell me where my hand is placed."

"Sure, General."

Sephiroth lingered at the space between Cloud's eyebrows, driving out residues of tension.

"Eyebrow?"

"Yes."

Sephiroth caressed Cloud's jawline and Cloud nearly sighed. His jaw was usually clenched in anticipation of the next round of training or battle. To be relived of this tension was quite pleasing. All too soon, Sephiroth lingered at spot between his ear and cheek.

"Jaw?"

"Right."

Next, he massaged Cloud's temples. Cloud practically purred. They continued the exercise, with Sephiroth massaging Cloud's cheekbones, forehead, cheeks, the base of his scalp and the sides of his neck. Finally, he settled on lightly stoking the roots of Cloud's spiky tufts of hair. The sensation was quite pleasant, and Cloud found the rest of his body relaxing, warming up to the touch.

"How do you feel now, Cloud?"

"Relaxed. Sort of…peaceful?" Cloud murmured.

"Good." Sephiroth said, massaging up and down Cloud's scalp.

"The technique I asked you to complete is called grounding. Getting in tune with all of your senses, especially touch- "Sephiroth smoothed the creases forming in between Cloud's eyebrows.

What a pleasant sensation, Cloud noted.

"Allows your mind to re-focus, calm down, and think rationally. In this controlled environment, it is quite easy to explore your senses, yes?"

"Mmmhmm" Cloud hummed.

Sephiroth smiled at the response.

"During your other exercises, I would recommend placing your attention on your feet or hands. Remember to ground yourself when you feel anxious or have some semblance of panic. Please use this technique until our next session."

Next session?

"Yessir."

Sephiroth moved back down to caressing Cloud's jawline. "You still have a lot to learn, Cloud. But I know you grasp concepts quickly. Your heart rate results indicate you took to this lesson well. Good job, cadet."

"Thank you for taking the time to teach me, sir." Cloud smiled as Sephiroth massaged his scalp again. Sephiroth was glad Cloud's eyes were closed. He would not like to be caught flustered like this, practically melting at the sight of the happy, adorably relaxed cadet. He removed his hands from Cloud's spikes, nearly chuckling at the slight look of dismay on the cadet's face. He squeezed Cloud's hand once more.

"I do have a few tasks to attend to for the organization. As much as I wish I could stay here." They both blushed at the sentiment.

"Sergeant Fair will be here to assist you back to the rest of your unit, but it will take some time for him to come to these quarters. You may rest or use the quarters as you please."

"Sleepy..." Cloud whispered. Sephiroth held back a laugh.

"erm- I mean- thank you again, General. Best of luck." But Cloud's face had already gone slack, drifting to the edge of consciousness.

"Thank you, Cloud. Sweet dreams." Sephiroth turned off the light, glancing one last time at Cloud as he lingered in the doorway. He was very glad he accepted Zack's case file. The cadet was more adorable than a baby moogle, with his soft chocobo-like tufts of hair, innocent demeanor, and youthful face.

"I'm excited for more lessons in the future." Sephiroth whispered, and left, a wide smile on his face, despite the long list of tasks ahead.

…

Sephiroth was in a bit of an unpleasant mood. Once he had walked out of his quarters, his comm device was bombarded with messages.

"General, please report- "

"General, I need- "

"General, where are you?"

Sephiroth ignored them all, finally fully listening to Zack's message.

"Hey Seph. I'm headed up now. How did it go?"

Sephiroth pressed the call button.

"Hello Zack. It went surprisingly well. Check the monitor results- I think Cloud took to the lesson excellently. And please make haste- I feel uneasy leaving the cadet in my apartment, alone."

Zack picked up and chuckled, "Why, don't want someone finding out about your secret boyfriend?"

Sephiroth choked and spent several minutes recovering, with his face on fire, while Zack laughed heartily.

"I told you, it's not like that! No one else knows how to teach certain cadets like I do." Sephiroth said assertively.

"Except me and you-know-who."

"Goodness. Please do not mention that man again. It was the most embarrassing moment of my love life. Although he did teach me good lessons."

"Mmhmmm. Anyway, I'm near your building now. Try not to bite off any admin's heads, alright? You and I both know how you get when you're deprived from something you looove" Zack accentuated the last word playfully.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing. When should we get Cloud in for another lesson? I was thinking a week from now."

Sephiroth grimaced. He'd never felt peace, happiness, and… emotion… like that in quite a while. Being deprived from it for a week would be painful, but it did seem appropriate, considering Cloud's training schedule.

"Same day, same time?" Sephiroth asked.

"Sure thing! Well, I'll see you tomorrow, I guess. It's practically dusk now. Don't bury your feelings by overworking, okay? I want to see your face bright and shining tomorrow when I see you!"

"Zack, you exasperate me, at times."

"C'mon, you know you love me and my endless energy."

Sephiroth merely chuckled and hung up. How could Zack be both energizing and draining in a single conversation?

As Sephiroth descended from his floor, he mentally planned out the rest of his evening. These days, he'd been assigned copious amounts of paperwork, usually involving planning and scheduling trainings. He decided to work until Zack had gotten Cloud out of his apartment. He would feel awkward about keeping the cadet in his home (which he had disguised as third-class quarters).

A week, huh? Sephiroth spun a tuft of gray hair between his fingers. It would be worth the long hours and paperwork to see the cute cadet again.

Wait…cute? Since when do I… Sephiroth shook the thought away.

To help another SOLDIER achieve their goals. That's why I'm looking forward to it. Right.

And with that thought, he left the elevator for his office, filled with a new sort of determination.

…

Cloud awoke to someone patting his shoulder gently.

"Wake up, sleeping cutie" Zack whispered.

Was I not supposed to hear that?

Cloud slowly opened his eyes to the dark room, Zack peering down at him with a wide grin.

"Hey, you're up! When you're ready, let's get going." Zack beamed and grasped Cloud's hand, slowly lifting him up to a sitting position. The constant shroud of uncertainty and anxiety seemed to have dissipated in Cloud's mind.

That's strange…I wonder why?

"How did your training go, Cloudy?"

Once again, Cloud was hit by a stream of painful memories, but his most recent one was perplexing.

Right, training with General Sephiroth. He was reminded of the calm he felt in the General's presence and savored it.

"Um…well, I think?" Cloud looked down to find Zack fiddling with the clasp on his finger.

"It looks like it." Zack murmured under his breath, examining the monitor at Cloud's bedside.

"Sephiroth- I mean- the General told me you experienced your first battle sim. What did you think?"

Cloud groaned.

"I hated it. Of course, I was fighting General Sephiroth while getting monitored by him. I didn't win the fight and I did a terrible job. Oh, and I blacked out, somehow." Cloud muttered, swinging his legs around to jump from the table.

"That's not what he told me." Zack said.

"What?!"

"Nevermind. Just…don't forget your training, alright? Sephiroth- I mean the General- helped me with this kind of thing too. We're here to support you. But for now, let's get down to the mess hall. It's way past grub time. Maybe there'll be even more leftovers for us!" Zack grinned, leading Cloud out of the quarters. Cloud marveled at Zack's boundless energy.

"But haven't you eaten already?" Cloud questioned.

"Erm. No. I wanted to get you first!" Zack looked away, hiding the sudden flush filling his cheeks. Cloud also blushed.

"Race you to the elevator, cadet!" Zack bolted, laughing. Cloud couldn't help but join it.

"Wait, this place has elevators? Must be crazy fancy third class soldier quarters." Cloud laughed.

"Third class? Nooo. This is first class quarters! Sephiroth practically owns this floor. The room you were in was like, his extended living room." Zack said, slapping the elevator button.

"W-what?" Cloud came to a dead stop before the doors.

"He didn't tell you?"

"No?"

"That's just like the General…" Zack muttered under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing! Look! Our ride has arrived. In ya go!" Zack pushed Cloud into the lift.

"Zack?" Cloud said, after the elevator doors had closed.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for picking me up." Cloud beamed, unaware of the inuendo the phrase carried.

Zack turned his flushed face away from Cloud, covering his mouth.

Innocent country bumpkin. He grinned to himself.

"No problem, Cloudy."

….

The week passed with surprising swiftness. Cloud found that he was able to use the technique a lot more than he expected. Sure, it was difficult at first- with the constant running around to chores and trainings, his mind was always busy. He started by noting the way his feet felt in his boots- putting them on and taking them off. It slowed the storm of thoughts he had in the mornings and evenings. He was getting better at remembering, and when he found himself panicking in battle…

I have to remember to breathe and…focus on something… Today, Cloud was fighting Zack. As always. Zack was quickly gaining the upper hand with the wooden sparring stick while Cloud clumsily deflected. He took a deep breath, still locked in battle, but he focused on the stick he was using.

It's warm from my constant grip, as I've had to fight a few rounds now with other people. The surface is rough, and despite my sweat, it smells of wood. Pleasant in a way.

He gripped the stick harder and more confidently blocked. Ignoring the negative thoughts. He noticed that when he paid attention to the current goings on, the voices seemed to get quieter. At least, somewhat. He blocked several times and went for a thrust to Zack's side. Then, he positioned his stick vertically, knocking Zack in the chest with the length of the stick. Zack easily dodged but paused.

"Nice one, Cloud! That's new!" Cloud beamed and tried for an overhead attack, only to get swept off his feet. He fell…again. He groaned but grinned. He was getting much more comfortable at showing weakness to Zack, who he had seen a lot more of lately. Not just in lessons, but sometimes during breakfast, where Zack would whisk him away and they would eat near the picnic spot reserved for Third-class soldiers (and their guests, Zack claimed). He found himself surprised that he hadn't seen Sephiroth all the much. It wasn't like he saw him before…cadets and generals had vastly different schedules but…he found himself hoping.

Zack offered a hand, once again.

"Cadet Strife, please report to Office 3B, stat." The intercom buzzed.

"How has it already been two hours?" Zack mused. "Anyway, doesn't this feel like déjà vu?"

Rising to his feet, Cloud sighed. "Yet I still don't know where that is. Can you show me again?"

Zack laughed. "I figured. Aright cadets. Today we're cooling down with…" He searched around, this time picking a cadet in the process of yawning.

"You! Great job today everyone. Can't wait for our next lesson." He winked, and Cloud saw the same cadets swoon.

Yup, definitely déjà vu. Cloud chuckled to himself.

"What?"

Nothing. Lead the way, Zack."

"You FINALLY called me by my name! Took you long enough!" Zack beamed, lightly punching Cloud's shoulder as they walked out.

…

"Erm, Zack?"

"Hmm?"

They had been walking in the hallways for quite some time now.

"I'm…nervous."

"I get it, Cloudy. Remember, it's just a sim, so nothing bad can really happen."

"I guess."

"And remember what Seph- I mean the General taught you. Contrary to what you thought, your results were great last time. You have natural talent, and he and I can see that. You-" He rested a finger on Cloud's chin and grinned.

"Need to believe in yourself"

"I-I guess." Cloud stammered. When they arrived, Cloud felt his heart pounding.

Zack viciously punched the red button.

"Shall I escort you?" Zack laughed.

"I've had enough shoving for today." Cloud glared and walked into the dark room. When the door squeaked shut, he took a deep breath and clenched his hands, reminding himself of the feel of his fingers.

Warm, and strong.

"Please identify yourself." The tinny voice stated.

"Cadet Cloud strife."

"Confirmed. Running program S3RP3N1…"

Cloud was still disoriented by the flash of bright light and nearly fell.

No. I can do this. I am ready. And he clenched his teeth to face his next target.

When Cloud looked up again, a giant serpent was snarling at him. It appeared Cloud was in a boggy swamp, the Buster Sword back in his hand.

It's funny how I can even smell the sim. Yikes! He mused.

The magnificent, scaly serpent ducked under the water, and Cloud dashed from the ripple forming several feet away from him. He jumped back, narrowly avoiding the sharp teeth of the great snake. Cloud didn't anticipate the serpent coiling its body around his form. As the serpent's hold tightened, he gasped.

This compression feels no different than anxiety he vaguely joked. The situation is getting dire. What's going to happen? I have to think fast, but... he felt his heart race. He thought back to Sephiroth and took a shaky breath, running his hands along the scales of the serpent.

It's cold and wet, slimy, yet smooth. He felt for the base of the scale and pried it off, causing the beast to roar and drop him and the sword promptly. Cloud grabbed the sword before it fully fell, raising it at his side.

I can do this. The serpent disappeared in the water again. This time, Cloud ran for land, waiting.

At the edge of the bog, he saw a massive yellow eye poking out of the water. He ran and threw the sword at the great eye, invoking a scream in the beast. Using the sword as leverage, Cloud jumped from the sword to its massive head. He yanked the sword out of the bleeding eye and thrust it into the serpent's other eye.

I don't know if I can kill this beast, but I should make sure it doesn't attack me again. Cloud thought, leaping from his spot to the grass.

The serpent screeched, blindly slamming its head on the nearby shore. Cloud dodged easily. He caught his breath as the serpent turned around, expecting it to swim back down. But the serpent's tail climbed the grass and maneuvered around, eventually finding Cloud's boot and grabbing the cadet, despite his dodging. It squeezed him even tighter, taking him into the depths of the bog, which was deceptively deep. Cloud thrashed wildly, determined to get out until…

Failure.

The voice was back.

What a witless fool. Thinking you had an idea of how to win. Have you ever won any other battles? How is this any different?

Cloud continued squirming out of the grip, failing miserably. Just quit now and leave SOLDIER, you failure.

No! Cloud protested.

You have no one to come back to, no one to support you. All because of who you are: a nobody from Niebelheim. You can't and will never win.

Cloud was losing oxygen fast, unable to reach the surface, his thoughts getting the better of him.

He stopped struggling.

That's right. Give up. You are nothing.

The voice swirled in the background of his sluggish thoughts.

A new voice registered; "Sim completed." Everything dissolved; he was no longer suspended in the serpent's grip, but he still felt like he was underwater. No oxygen, no room to breathe, the voice added, the notion speeding up his breathing to panicked gasps.

What a disappointment.

His vision faded and he was in darkness once again.

"Yes, Fair. He was doing much better than last time. He seemed to be in control of the situation. Except..."

"Near the end, did something about him change?"

"Yes, like last time" Sephiroth sighed.

"Don't worry. Remember, I was the same way? And look at me now! I'm not limited by perfectionism or my own self-deprecation. All thanks to you and T-"

"Don't say his name. PLEASE."

"Fine. Thanks to the joint effort lessons. "Zack spoke, warily.

"Thanks, Zack."

"Sure. He's definitely gotten better in sparring practice, so keep up the good work, teach! See you and Cloudy later!"

"So that's what you call him," Sephiroth chuckled to himself as Zack departed the small room.

Cloud stirred, noting that his body was flooded with warmth. He cracked his eyes open to find he was in a military- issued blanket. He quickly discovered that he was in the same room he was last week. He looked to find a bandage on one wrist, a plastic clasp his index finger.

Great. Did I black out again?

The blue chair was already at his bedside and Cloud flushed, remembering its purpose, just as footsteps followed.

"Cloud?" Sephiroth sounded concerned. Cloud gave a weak salute from his position from his table. He was still feeling shaky from the battle.

"S-sir."

Cloud slowly lifted his gaze to meet the soft emerald irises of the general.

"Cloud. How do you feel?"

"F-fine, sir."

"You blacked out again."

"Apologies, sir."

"'Tis of no consequence. But…your vitals were somewhat worse than last time. You're malnourished and dehydrated, cadet. Please don't tell me my lessons got in the way of taking care of yourself?" Sephiroth grabbled Cloud's hand again, stroking his fingertips. Cloud flushed.

"N-no sir. That's…what it's like normally. I guess I forget to…"

"Take care of yourself?" Sephiroth raised an eyebrow, an admittedly cool expression.

"I s-suppose." Cloud looked down at his feet.

"Cloud there's no need for formalities. Again, I'm your teacher right now. I'll just let you call me Sephiroth so it's less intimidating. Is that alright?"

"Sure-sir-s-sephiroth'

Sephiroth smiled.

"You navigated that sim pretty well."

"You think so?" Cloud looked earnestly at Sephiroth, eager for approval.

"Your strategy was stellar, despite the new circumstance. Your swordsmanship skills are more advanced than last week, and you initially assessed the situation calmly." Sephiroth mused.

Cloud cringed at the "initial" part. He knew that implications of the word.

"Cloud, what's holding you back?" Sephiroth looked down at the Cadet with more concern than Cloud was used to, causing him to turn his head to the side.

"I'm…unsure? Gen- Sephiroth."

"Cloud, you can confide in me. I won't tell anyone else. Or at least confide in Zack if you're uncomfortable- "

Cloud scrunched his eyebrows together and took a deep breath.

The General should at least know why I'm underperforming.

Cloud snapped his eyes open and sat up.

"Well, sir- "

"Go ahead."

"I... suppose...I limit myself. Or a part of me limits myself. It feels like most days, when I fight, there's a part of me leering at the back of my mind, preying on personal hate. When it comes, I feel like I can't concentrate on anything else except…the voice. It tells me I can't do anything right. That I'm…" He paused for several minutes and gulped audibly.

"A disappointment. "He covered one baby-blue eye with his hand, fighting back tears.

I can't believe I confessed that to the General. He's probably never met anyone this weak. I'm a burden, I-

"Cloud, thank you for telling me. I… struggled with the same thing, for a while. I still do, sometimes. Like I'm my own worst enemy." Sephiroth fiddled with a long silver lock of hair, looking down at the floor.

"It's perfectionism- of ourselves. And that's not your fault, Cloud. SOLDIER practically breeds it into its recruits to perfectly excel at every task. But the thing is- no one is perfect, not even you. It will take time for you to grow, but Cloud-"He grasped Cloud's hands in his own, ignoring the implications and the flush that came to his cheeks-

"You are so skilled. You have an affinity for learning, combat, and planning. I've been lucky enough to witness that myself. Your skills will help many one day, but to help others, you must first believe in yourself."

They finally met each other's eyes, both streaked with tears.

"T-thank you. Sir." Cloud choked out. Wiping his face, blushing in embarrassment.

"O-of course, Cloud. Just know that with this training…it will get better. The thoughts, your life…all of it. Zack and I have and will cheer you on and support you, cadet."

"But why me?"

Sephiroth jerked his head back, realizing what had slipped out.

Because…of our affection for you, Cloud. Because of how much we can see ourselves in you. Sephiroth thought.

"Because… we reinforce the cadets with the most potential so they may succeed. You are one such cadet, Cloud."

Cloud looked slightly disappointed but nodded.

Are you sure it's not something…more than that? Cloud thought. A few stray tears streaked down his face. He heard a cough and looked up, to find Sephiroth blushing profusely while making a…hugging gesture?

"May I, Cloud?"

Cloud nearly leapt into his arms, heartache overtaking his rational mind.

It's wonderful to have someone to finally support me. To understand me. No one in Nibelheim did that except Tifa. But in this new environment, I never thought I would find anyone with an affinity for kindness. Just this once, it feels like I can get past these thoughts. With Sephiroth and Zack here, the voice doesn't have to overtake me. He thought, tears running freely down his face.

I don't care what I look like. Sephiroth knows the real me. Wait, Sephiroth? I mean, the general. Cloud thought, absently.

Sephiroth, on the other hand, flushed at how Cloud was practically in his lap, in his embrace. He shook the thought away and focused on stroking Cloud's back, gently. He learned muscle-soothing techniques from he-who-shall-not-be-mentioned-out-of-embarrassment and found that Cloud's tears slowly ebbed, and his limbs seemed to go slack, but his arms stayed, wrapped around Sephiroth's neck.

I never thought this would make me happy, but it's so nice to offer support to someone. T and Zack looked after me when Hojo abused me. They supported me, I supported them, and now I can help another struggling cadet. Who is…adorable? Is this love? Sephiroth finally admitted to himself.

They stayed in the position for what seemed like minutes, but by the time Zack came….

"Sephiroth, it's been hours! What's going- "Zack grumbled but stopped at the entranceway to the room besides. He found an intriguing scene that caused his face to flush in envy. Cloud was sleeping soundly, his arms draped over Sephiroth's soaked shoulders, sitting on the General's lap. His head was flush with Sephiroth's torso, with his ear to his chest. Sephiroth sat smiling, a serene expression on his face, as he stroked Cloud's back gently. Zack has never seen the General happier (except for when he was around, of course).

"Sephi!" Zack whispered. He knew he would get the General's attention, as it was his most loathed nickname. Sephiroth's eyes jolted up, a deep blush quickly forming.

"Er-Zack, I can explain."

"Yeah, later. It's time I take the cadet to the barracks." Zack's tone was chipped with subconscious jealousy.

"Thank you, Zack. I greatly appreciate it." Sephiroth gently lifted Cloud into Zack's arms. Zack, despite his envy, found the General's tranquil, happy disposition endearing, like a cat on catnip.

"Sure. But you better tell me about…this…tomorrow. Got it?"

Sephiroth absently nodded and turned to put items around the room in order.

Zack sighed and carried Cloud out the door, thrilling when Cloud sleepily reached up to wrap his arms around Zack's neck.

Sephiroth and I are going to have to talk about flirting and dating, huh? Zack noted to himself. Cloud snuggled his head closer to Zack's chest, and with that Zack forgot about the whole incident. Much too content on the cute cadet in his arms.

…

Cloud woke up to the loud screeching of a door and the gentle jostling from the thing that carried him. He slowly opened his eyes to find he was grasping someone, with his face pressed to their chest. He looked up just as Zack looked down, wide eyes meeting in an electrifying glance. Cloud quickly scrambled to stand up, and Zack let him down to the floor.

"Hey Cloudy! You're up!" Zack grinned. Cloud blushed and looked away.

"Erm…what happened? Where are we going?" Cloud looked around, disoriented and mildly groggy. The sudden motion, in addition to going from resting to standing in the span of a few seconds, sent his world spinning.

Zack caught Cloud before the wall did. "Woah there, careful. You were, uh, receiving additional training. With the General?"

Cloud looked up at the sour tone used in conjunction with the last word. "Um, did I do something wrong?" Cloud's memories were slowly coming back to him, but only up until the battle sim.

Zack cleared his throat. "Not exactly. Hey, I'm sure you're tired. Let's get you back to the barracks, alright? We've got a pretty punishing day tomorrow. Don't tell the other soldiers, but I plan on taking us out into the field."

Cloud smiled. "I'll be asleep, so your plans are safe with me. You think we're ready?"

He knew that Zack was hiding more than he let on, but didn't prod further. Zack wasn't one to hide something important from him, right?

Zack nodded, grinning. "I know we're ready. Especially with you at the forefront."

They approached the doors, snores coming through in muffled baritones.

"Well, this is where we part ways. G'night Cloudy." Zack said, turning to Cloud.

"Same to you." He headed through the doors.

"Sweet dreams. And Cloud?"

Cloud turned. "Yeah?" He whisper-shouted.

"You're doing great."

Cloud smiled, then turned to his bed.

"Thanks."

Zack tried to ignore the flutter in his heart when Cloud had turned to him, boyish smile lighting up his eyes.

The walk to his own room was silent. Too silent.

His thoughts, the ones he had been trying to crowd out about Sephiroth, came hurdling towards him, occupying his headspace with buzzing envy like bees to a flower.

He laughed wryly to himself. Yep, Cloud was a flower alright. Innocent, beautiful. Too many others were swarming him, attracted to his innocent charm and sweet demeanor.

Seeing Sephiroth with Cloud…. that stung.

Not only because of Cloud and Sephiroth's interactions, but because Zack knew that compared to the General, he didn't have a chance.

He grumbled to himself as he passed someone, too caught up in his thoughts to notice.

Until the person reached out and grabbed him.

"You? Troubled? What's going on, Fair?"

Zack turned, at first weary, then, finding the black-gloved hand, grinned.

"Ah, I haven't seen you in a while. You miss your old flame?"

The voice chuckled dryly. "Hardly. Now, what's been happening with the General?"

Zack smirked conspiratorially. "Much."

But Zack never got to discussing the topic of Cloud Strife with Sephiroth. The next day was grueling and distracting for both Cloud and Zack.

Heck, the whole week was.

The soldiers were shuttled around Midgar and made to fight monster-infested areas, often traversing miles of dangerous land on Chocobo-back.

"Pest control but deadlier!" Zack had enthused when he'd first informed them all of their assignment.

Cloud would have found it grueling, except he found himself excelling.

Enough so that he'd been placed in charge of a small group of soldiers, five in all.

Between fighting monsters and making sure his group was okay, Cloud had little time to dwell in self-deprecation. His position required confidence; he delivered.

The soldiers made camp at the areas as well, so Cloud hardly saw the barracks or endless halls of the training facilities. Though he loved seeing greenery and familiar countryside again, he couldn't help but think to a certain silver-haired general.

Zack made it easier to forget Sephiroth. Often, he and Zack would head the marches; living in backwater villages that required stamina to get anywhere had its perks. Being friendly with Zack had its perks too; the long hikes went by quickly as they talked, connecting on their hometowns, living in Shinra, and just about anything that came to mind.

Even chocobos.

"Anyone ever tell you that your hair looks like a chocobo?" Zack had asked as Cloud had emerged from his tent after wake-up, hair a mess.

He'd glared groggily. "Anyone ever tell you that you're like a golden retriever in a grown man's body?"

Zack had grinned. "That's a new one on me."

The schedule had continued, cheerful banter and all.

To be honest, Cloud was thankful for the distraction. Though the days occupied his mind and body so much that he had little time to overthink things or be consumed by anxiety, his nights were…. difficult.

His anxieties forced their way into his unconscious mind, cursing his dreams with vague nightmares that he never seemed to consciously remember when he woke up. His body certainly kept the memory alive, rapid heartrate and restlessness preventing him from finding restful sleep again.

When a fleet of helicopters arrived, Cloud nearly sighed in relief, eager to depart from the grueling labor and his dreams.

He walked up to Zack. "Hey Zack, where should I go?"

Zack eyed the fleet and pointed to a copter to the rightmost of the line.

There shouldn't be anyone else in there except the pilot. It is the weapons vehicle after all. Then I can hop in and spend some more time with Cloudy! Zack mused.

Cloud nodded and walked over, boarding quickly.

Once inside, Cloud slumped backward on the hard helicopter bench in relief.

So much relief, in fact, that his body decided that this was the perfect time to make use of the safe environment.

Unconsciousness took over, and as darkness flooded his vision, he felt his body slump to the person to his right.

"Sorry…" He murmured sleepily.

"It's quite alright." An unfamiliar and deep voice floated back to him.

Zack walked into the helicopter and glared.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

A dark-haired Turk smirked back up at him.

"Doing research to see what the General's rebound was. I see the appeal."

"You came, you saw, but you sure as hell aren't gonna conquer. Go accompany your boyfriend in the cockpit or something." Zack growled. "Besides, why are the Turks concerning themselves with SOLDIER business? Isn't this beyond your realm?"

The Turk got up slowly, Cloud slumping into the unoccupied space.

"Go make sure he doesn't fall over first. And usually yes, that would be the case. However, Shin-ra wanted the Turks to train too, in order to increase skill and camaraderie. What, did you not see us running around?"

Zack took the Turk's place, Cloud's head resting safely on his shoulder. "No. You must've been at the back of the pack."
"On the contrary, we were quite aways ahead. Perhaps you were too engaged with a certain cadet to notice."

Zack reddened. "Whatever. Boyfriend's waiting."

The Turk smiled pleasantly at him. "I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear that. You have fun with your Cloudy." He turned and walked gracefully to the cockpit, despite the uneven movement of the helicopter.

"Screw you." Zack muttered.

"Already done!" the Turk called back, before closing the cockpit door.

When the copter touched down and the pilot made the announcement that all SOLDIERs were safe to depart, Cloud didn't get up.

He was stuck in a dreamless sleep, still slumped on Zack's shoulder.

The cockpit opened, admitting the dark-haired Turk into the cabin.

"Exactly how hard did you work them?"

Zack looked up at him, defensive. "Not that hard. Actually, Cloud was doing pretty well."

The Turk narrowed his eyes. "Did you consider how hard he was pushing himself in order to do well?"

Zack looked away. "I…. guess not. But you have to consider that it wasn't me who put him in a high-ranking position. The higher ups did."

The Turk didn't break his gaze. "But aren't you supposed to look out for him? To ensure he was taking care of himself?"

Zack glared back. "I tried. Honestly. He seemed fine when I was talking with him every day. I don't exactly want to stalk him as he goes about everyday life."

The Turk shook his head. "But you're allowed to ask him about his well-being. I know you want to respect his boundaries, but Cloud sometimes has a tendency to neglect himself and hide it."

Zack rolled his eyes. "Since when were you the expert on Cloud Strife?"

The Turk smirked self-assuredly. "Since I went through the exact same thing with you. And the General."

Zack sighed, defeated. "Well, that's all fine and dandy anyway. Sephiroth already called claims on him. It's not like he'll be my buddy forever. Once they undoubtedly fall in love and start dating, Sephy will take perfect care of him." Zack's tone was angered yet subdued. Still quiet in order not to wake the sleeping cadet.

The Turk quirked an eyebrow. "You, Zack Fair, giving up?"

Zack narrowed his eyes. "There's a difference between giving up and foolish pursuit. I'd rather be on Sephiroth's good side anyway."

The Turk approached the door, which opened. "Maybe Sephiroth needs to learn that he can't always get what he wants. Who said an older war hero who has seen too many hardships is best for a young cadet?"

And with that he left, long hair blowing out behind him as cold wind entered the cabin.

Zack sighed. If only it were that easy. But what if it was? Of course, a Turk would somehow figure out his innermost secrets and send his world reeling.

He turned to Cloud, whose chocobo-like locks brushed gently across Zack's face.

What if it was.

He got up and took Cloud in his arms, heading to the open door. Cloud merely slumped into him, as a child would a parent's embrace. Unconsciously trusting the one carrying them to take care of their physical body while vulnerable.

Zack smiled and warmed a little on the inside.

What if.

The next day arrived all too quickly for Cloud and his unit.

"Alright soldiers! Look alive! We've got the last twenty minutes to spar a little. Who wants to go first?" Zack beamed.

Zack was met with several tired groans.

"Not used to the daily grind yet?"

"It's been one day." A soldier up front muttered.

"Yeah, but you all got an entire afternoon of free time yesterday. And I know for a fact you all slept. I could hear the snores several floors above."

He was met with more groans.

He smirked. "Fine then. If you don't want to fight me, you don't have to."

"Thank the Gods." "I knew he was a nice one." "Imma gonna go sleep."

"You can fight someone else."

The door opened, admitting two well-dressed men: a skinny, youthful man with catlike eyes that glimmered mischievously with an untamed red ponytail down his back, and an intimidating tall man with little friendliness and even less hair. He was almost terrifyingly inaccessible, eyes hidden behind dark frames.

Zack grinned. "So, who's up first?"

He was met with whimpers.

….

Cloud found himself doing surprisingly well against the wily-haired Turk who (as he found out during his fight) called himself Reno.

The break yesterday really helped; though he was unsure of how he went from cold helicopter bench to (relatively) comfortable barrack bed, he was thankful that whoever had let him sleep.

Though Reno was a tough fighter (and faster than Cloud had ever encountered in a foe), his experience with the serpent made their match manageable.

Just as Reno launched himself at Cloud, the loudspeaker chimed.

"Cadet Cloud Strife to Office 3B."

Cloud, in hearing his name, turned to the loudspeaker.

Reno, who had anticipated Cloud knocking him off of him, found himself falling into Cloud, sending them both tumbling to the floor.

"Oof!" Cloud grunted.

Reno grimaced, then got his bearings, realizing the…compromising position he was in.

"Sorry cadet. That was not intentional. Believe me, I'm already taken several times over." Reno slid off and nimbly got to his feet. He extended a hand to Cloud, who was blushing profusely.

Cloud took it and got up.

"You did good, Cadet. I can see what they see in you." Reno encouraged, grinning. "Keep your wits about you, keep working on your skills, and you'll be First Class in no time."

They? "Thanks, but I think I'm in it for the long haul."

Reno scoffed. "With your talent? I doubt it. Don't hold yourself back with doubt. I mean, if SOLDIER is so blind to your talent, you could always join the Turks." He raised an eyebrow, green eyes glimmering hopefully.

Cloud shook his head. "Thanks, but I think I'll stick to SOLDIER. I should, uh, get going." He started to the door.

"Nice to meet you, Cloud! When you need backup once you're a high-ranking SOLDIER, never hesitate to call the Turks!" Reno called after him, then turned to the next cadet, who blushed and looked away.

Zack rushed over, soundly smacking Cloud's back endearingly.

"Great job cadet! That was amazing! Now, do you need a navigator to get there?" Zack beamed

"I think…I think I remember how to get there myself. Thanks for the offer, Zack. I'll see you soon!" Cloud gave a nervous smile.

"O-kay! I'll be there when you're done." Zack's smile wavered slightly.

Before exiting the room, Cloud looked over his shoulder. Zack was staring into space, the same fake smile on his face.

"Zack? You alright?" Cloud yelled.

Zack snapped out of whatever daze he was in. The slight sadness was gone from his smile as he grinned at Cloud.

"Yeah! Now go off and do great things."

Cloud wasn't convinced that Zack was in as happy of a headspace as his face portrayed, but he decided not to push the matter. Taking a shaky breath, he headed out the door.

….

"Welcome, Cadet Strife. Beginning sim 1Fr1t…." A familiar metallic voice warbled.

I can do this. Whatever they throw at me…I'll be ready. With the additional training, and Zack and Sephiroth cheering me on. I won't disappoint them! Cloud thought as he shielded his eyes from the flash of the sim.

Cloud opened his eyes, gaze meeting dark intricate tiles that made up the floor. They reflected an eerie sterile light, interrupted by a fiery glow from in front of him.

Cloud looked up to assess the space. It was cavernous, dark save for the fluorescent lights. But its depths were needed; a large behemoth towered menacingly in front of him, glowing with plasma-like power.

It met his gaze unseeingly, not yet triggered into action. Yet its eyes were still capable of sensing his presence, glaring back at him with inhumanly crimson eyes that beamed white-hot out of its gruesome face. Horns sliced the air above it, barely containing a mass of rugged silver hair. When it opened its mouth, a set of sword-sharp teeth caught the light and peaked out threateningly from its dark lips. Its body was covered in scars that spoke to an experience far deadlier than its physical attributes, godly white-red light beaming like fiery plasma out of each scar. Armored wristlets, a loincloth and leather boots gave the creature an illusion of civility- covering its scars and providing it protection. Yet the loincloth was ragged, the armor's surface dulled, as though the creature merely donned the articles of clothing as an afterthought

Cloud gasped, momentarily jumping back out of fear. Am I really equipped to fight a monster of this size? A mere cadet?

The motion triggered the monster into action. Its once vacant gaze snapped to him, and it bellowed, lunging at him with surprising agility.

No time to doubt, only to act!

Fire blazed to life from the creature's fingertips. Air sizzled with heat around the monster, casting a godlike aura around it as it neared the cadet.

Cloud lept away, trying to assess any weaknesses. Heat forced him to duck left, skewing his viewpoint of the creature.

Too hot…

Despite maneuvering around the stream of fire, Cloud still felt the blaze of heat from the blow. His periphery shimmered with tendrils of flame, distorting his vision with waves of heat and bright stars of shock.

Thrust into a hazy state between darkness and reality, Cloud felt his mind fail. Yet a memory found its way through the heat and confusion.

"Getting in tune with all of your senses- especially touch, allows your mind to re-focus, calm down, and think rationally." Sephiroth's cool voice cut in, flowing through the haze of heated panic racing in Cloud's mind.

Right! Cloud's head snapped up. No giving up. I can only improve if I keep challenging myself!

He turned, not trusting his obscured vision. Rather, he closed his eyes and let his other senses take over.

Rumbling footsteps…heat from behind….and labored breathing…

He jumped and rolled to the side just as the monster's claw pierced the air.

It growled and stumbled, not anticipating the sudden absence of its foe.

Cloud smirked and jumped up, driving his sword into its outstretched hand as it braced for impact with the floor. So, it did have a weakness after all.

A loud shriek pierced the chamber. Cloud quickly pulled his sword out of its flesh and rolled off to the side, narrowly avoiding a heat-charged arm.

Though the monster was powerful, its attacks were predictable-Cloud needed only to dodge a few fire attacks before preparing for the monster's powerful (and repetitious) claw attacks. Despite the radiant, red-white blood seeping from its wound, it still swung full force with both arms.

After delivering yet another gash to the monster's arm, Cloud jumped back with less sureness. His landing wobbled, but he tried to keep his sword up. The heat was dizzyingly powerful now, taking up the entire chamber and making the air distort in translucent waves.

How much more of this can I endure? Cloud dodged yet another fire attack, but barely. He could feel the heat scald the back of his body.

A large boom emanated through the chamber, making Cloud jump and shield his body with his sword reflexively. Fire singed the entire chamber, forcing Cloud back. His arms strained with the weight of the sword; its metal surface glowing white-hot with the heat it endured. Cloud still held it, prepared for the demon's next charging attack.

Each neuron screamed with a different sensation of pain- his arm with the strain, his body with the heat, his muscles with the exhaustion, his mind with doubts that screamed he was a fool to even be optimistic.

If I can detect the demon's footsteps, I can land one more attack. Cloud vaguely noted. He blocked until the growing boom of footsteps was upon him. Cloud jumped up, then fell forward, pointing the heated edge of the sword downward.

Hopefully these pierces…something. It's so hard to see- and sense what's going on. Cloud hazily observed. He put the rest of his strength into landing the edge of the blade, which found it's mark in the middle of the demon's skull. It screamed in pain, ferociously throwing Cloud and the Buster sword off to the side.

After landing hard, Cloud's arms went slack, no longer enduring the strain. The sword loosened in his grip and threatened to scald his flesh with its blazing metal.

Then…

Darkness.

"Simulation End."

Cloud opened his eyes tentatively.

The sword was clutched tightly in his hands, shielding his body.

He dropped it with abandon, surveying the scene.

The same sterile fluorescent lights greeted him, causing him to squint. Blinking, he surveyed the chamber.

Did I…survive?

His eyes came to rest on a large dark figure splayed out in the middle of the floor, slowly disintegrating into pixels. His sword quickly followed suit.

That's…

He ran up to the figure, tentatively giving it a large birth.

The creature stared back at him with cold eyes, lack of light casting its body in gruesome shadow.

Cloud felt a slight grin spread across his face as the last of the creature disintegrated into pixels.

….

With the enemy disposed of, Cloud sat down heavily, panting. He had somehow…got past this challenge. Despite his miniscule size and might, he outmaneuvered the giant. But training with Reno, in addition to the sim had taken its toll. Cloud was spent. When the metal doors squealed open, Cloud barely mustered enough energy to look up at his visitor.

"Hiya, Cloudy. I've come to take you away!" Zack glowered. After several seconds of silence, Zack walked over to Cloud and sat next to him.

"Cloud? You okay?"

"Y-yeah. I'm just tired out."

"Understandable. But man, look at you! You beat the sim, and you're still awake!"

"Hardly." Cloud snorted.

"Cloud, can I check something?" Zack asked.

"Go for it."

Zack gingerly cupped Cloud's chin in his gloved hand and gently turned Cloud's face toward his vantage point. Cloud let out a slight yet surprised gasp.

"What is it? Is there something on my face?" Cloud flushed. He met Zack's eyes to find a forlorn expression on the 3rd class SOLDIER's face.

How has it taken me this long to see how unwell he is? Zack lamented.

Cloud had dark bags under his eyes, and his skin was much paler than usual, almost like porcelain. Several bruises cluttered his limbs, and his lip appeared to be bleeding.

How did he get this injured in the sim?

"Cloud, your lip is bleeding, and you're pretty banged up. Do you want to call it quits for today?"

"Don't worry about me, Zack. I want to train like I usually do after sims, and I'll take a break later." Cloud's otherwise energetic demeanor was reduced with exhaustion.

"Fine. I'll patch you up and we can go. But I'll hold you accountable so that you actually take a break. Deal?" Zack sighed.

"Deal. Where to?" Cloud smiled and stood up, wobbling slightly before sitting back down.

"I'll tell you if you get on my back. C'mon. It'll help me train!" Zack grinned.

Cloud, too tired to argue, mounted Zack's back.

"Team chocobo, go!" Zack laughed before running out of the room. Cloud hung on for dear life as Zack sprinted through the corridors and hallways, leaving confused cadets and upper ranks in his wake.

"Team chocobo?"

"Yeah! Have you ever heard of chocobo racing?"

"Maybe?"

"Well, I don't know when you or I will ever get to try it. So today, we're crossing off the objective on your bucket list!"

"I didn't know it we even on my bucket list!" Cloud snorted.

"You'll thank me later. If we're gonna win this race, I need encouragement!" Zack grinned.

"Go team chocobo, go!" Cloud cheered, laughing harder.

Eventually, the racing duo made it to Sephiroth's apartment.

"I need…just a…second." Zack wheezed.

"Take your time! You were quite the star chocobo." Cloud smiled, patting Zack gently on the head, teasingly. Zack blushed and turned away, fishing a keycard out of his pocket. He passed it to Cloud.

"You can let us in." Zack panted. Cloud, concerned, pressed his hand on Zack's back, leading him in after the apartment door was unlocked. Cloud attempted to lead Zack to the couch, but his mentor waved dismissively.

"Let me take care of you first. I'll go get the medical supplies." Zack asserted.

"Zack, how do you have the keys to the top General's apartment? That's crazy cool!" Cloud gushed.

"He and I go way back, as you know. But I know that he enjoys my presence, even if he doesn't act like it sometimes. It's nice to let off steam with another SOLDIER you're acquainted with, ya know?" Zack explained from the hallway. He came back with a first-aid kit in hand.

"Let me fix you up, Cadet! You're pretty banged up from the sim."

"Well, I did fight a demon, so that makes sense."

"Was he a fire demon?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"I fought Ifrit a ton in my Cadet days. You really have to be quick on your feet to beat him." Zack smiled as he applied ointment to Cloud's lip.

"Yeah, it was…a lot. And scorching."

"The sims have been getting a little too realistic these days. Are you alright?" Zack inquired, gently cleaning some of the minor cuts on Cloud's face.

"Yeah. It was kind of overwhelming, but it's part of SOLDIER training, right?"

Zack's lip trembled slightly as he made eye contact with Cloud, then proceeded to wrap Cloud in a bear hug.

"Maybe, but… just let me know if you need someone to talk to, or if the sim needs fixed or something." Zack murmured. Realizing the potential consequences of his action, Zack started to pull away.

"Don't…stop." Cloud whispered, leaning forward.

Zack moved back to hugging Cloud, reddening slightly.

"I'll let you know, Zack. And I'll take a break if you'll take time out with me. Deal?" Cloud murmured.

"Sure." Zack sighed.

A buzzing from Zack's comm device suddenly disrupted the peace.

"Chocobo feathers. Looks like I gotta dash." Zack gave Cloud one last squeeze before standing up, taking the first aid kit with him.

Cloud frowned at the absence of human contact. He hadn't realized how much it comforted him until the heat from Zack's body was gone and the pain from his injuries worsened. After placing the first aid kit in its original space, Zack tossed Cloud a small parcel.

"What's this?"

"Pain meds. Take 'em now, they should last for two hours. Your teacher will be here in a bit. Just sit tight, alright! I…uh…have to go to a meeting, so I'll see you later!" Zack gave a feeble smile and softly closed the door.

Damn ShinRa seminars taking me away from Cloud. I'll have to rant to Sephiroth later. Zack bemoaned, jogging to the elevators.

After popping the medication in his mouth, Cloud took up residence in the two-seater couch. It was plush for office furniture, with a calming drab azure exterior. Cloud found the couch quite comfortable, and rested his back against a cushion, relaxing while no one was around, propping his arm on the left armrest.

This couch is nice- maybe even softer than a barrack bed. This feels like luxury. Once settled, Cloud felt his eyelids droop, and he rested his head on his elbow. The pure silence was a welcome sound.

For once, I don't hear that voice. Maybe because I'm so tired. Cloud looked one last time at the door and the clock. Ten minutes had passed.

I don't think the General will be here anytime soon. I'm sure I'll wake up when he opens the door… He shut his eyes and drifted to sleep.

The serpent was glaring at his once again, roaring ferociously. Cloud looked around and found his sword at his side. He went to swing at the beast when he heard…

"How dare you, Cloud!"

He looked back to find himself. Except, this variant was more muscular, with cat-like emerald eyes and sharp teeth. It leered at him.

"That's not your sword. This is not your fight! Go back to Niebelheim and wallow in shame!" He roared and moved to attack Cloud from behind. Cloud dodged, only to fall close to the depths of the bog. The serpent grasped Cloud's left leg in its fang and dragged him underwater. Cloud stabbed one eye with his sword and swam to the surface. There, he saw a hand reaching out of the water, flailing. The black glove looked like it belonged to Zack, and it appeared a black lock of hair was slipping under the waves. Cloud swam quickly to retrieve it, only for it to drag him under. What he found wasn't Zack, but the darker version of himself with a wicked smile on his face.

"Only a fool would fall for a trick like that, Cloud! So vulnerable, so idiotic. You'll never be able to save anyone!" Even though they were underwater, Cloud felt he could hear his counterpart clearly.

Cloud swam to get the shadow of himself anyway, only to be seized by the serpent's tail. The serpent swam down to the depths of the bog, where Cloud found the unconscious forms of Sephiroth, Zack and Tifa. He screamed and tried to pull himself out, only to be squeezed harder and harder until….

Cloud's eyes flew open as he gasped for air. He looked about fervently for Zack, Sephiroth, or Tifa, but found he was no longer in the bog.

"Rough dream, eh?" A well-dressed man mused from his position near the desk. Cloud's gaze met espresso irises, and he had to resist the urge to look away from his penetrating stare. The man was in a crisp black suit, hair in a neat high ponytail. He shut his laptop and arose, nimbly walking over to Cloud. Cloud stood up in a salute, unsure of the man's military rank.

Clearly someone important if they're allowed in the General's quarters. Cloud thought.

"At ease. I don't have a military rank. I'm more of…secretly employed. You can call me Tseng." The man chuckled and offered a gloved hand.

"Cadet Cloud Strife, Sir." Cloud nodded and shook the man's hand.

"Well Cloud, I'll be your teacher today." Tseng smiled and motioned Cloud to the other room. Cloud nervously gulped and mounted the table, back to the wall, sitting with his back straight. Tseng took Sephiroth's chair.

"Don't worry, I have plenty of experience. You see, I'm the one who taught Sephiroth what he's teaching you now, as much as he fails to admit it. Oh, and Zack Fair."

So that's who they keep bringing up. I wonder why Sephiroth is so hesitant to name this man?

"Mr. Tseng, sir, do you offer similar training to all upper-level SOLDIERS?" Cloud wondered.

"Just Tseng is fine, Cloud. I don't teach every SOLDIER. So far, I've only taught ones that have fallen on Rufus Shinra's radar" Tseng smiled.

"You, Sephiroth, and Zack are quite similar. You all have great potential but are psychologically held back by one thing or another."

Cloud looked down, self-conscious.

"That wasn't an affront to you, Cloud. The environment you are in practically breeds perfectionism. And when you fail to attend to your physical and mental health…everyday activities can be difficult. Especially other training. With you, Sephiroth hopes to increase your ability to focus and be confident in your skills. It's quite difficult to focus with intrusive thoughts present, isn't it?" Tseng explained.

Cloud looked at him blankly.

"The self-degrading voice in your head? Unless it's not- "

"No, that's just it, sir! Uh-Tseng!" Cloud gasped.

"Right. So, we're teaching you ways to get past such thoughts and productively lead your life."

"I see. Do…you have experience with it?" Cloud murmured.

"Certainly. The thoughts come and go- depending on circumstances and even seasons. I was struggling to complete everyday tasks and have some semblance of order in my life. It felt like a dark part of my subconscious was always shaming me, cursing me, telling me that I would never amount to anything. That I was a failure or didn't deserve things." Tseng explained.

"How'd you get past it?"

"Well, I got hired by Rufus ShinRa in my twenties and given a purpose. He saw that I was struggling and got me some professional help. Not everyone in ShinRa is corrupt as Heidegger, you know. There are some brilliant and kind people there, and a few really helped me in my darkest times. And now, I want to give back and help others who are suffering like I was."

"Oh. Thanks for telling me."

"I'm happy to share anything you need to know, and you're welcome to confide in me. I vow on my rank as a Turk that I will never tell a soul anything you tell me. Well, are you ready for today's lesson?"

"Sure Mr.- I mean Tseng."

…

"It's much easier to acknowledge and let go intrusive thoughts when you are calm. So, I wanted to teach you an exercise that you can employ when you feel especially overwhelmed. Let's start by taking some deep breaths…" Tseng began, and they started the exercise akin to the way Sephiroth began additional training, so many weeks ago.

"Now imagine fluid, clear, cool water flowing into your body. As it flows down, it releases tension, starting with your feet…. traveling up to your knees…." Tseng instructed gently. He progressed slowly, his smooth, deep voice set Cloud at ease as they continued.

"Letting go of tension in your back…resting your shoulders… face…ending at the top of the head. Now that the entire body has let go of tension, just be present with your breathing."

They sat in a comfortable silence. Cloud was now slightly slouched against the wall, relieved of anxiety. A few minutes passed, then…

"Now come back to the sensations of the body pressing the chair, and the sounds around us. And when you're ready, you can open your eyes." Tseng murmured, softly.

"How was that for you?" Tseng added after his eyes flickered open.

"It was…nice. I haven't felt that sort of…peace in a long time. Like, my mind finally shut up. I was finally able to think more sensibly. I'm sure it will help when my headspace is chaotic." Cloud smiled.

"If you can- try not to respond to intrusive thoughts. You don't need to give them an answer or any satisfaction. Just sit with them until they pass and try to remain calm. Easier said than done, I know. You can also write them down and dispose of the paper. Thoughts are intangible and brief- yet some have more influence than others."

"Really? I thought that if I responded, the thoughts would go away. But that helps a lot. Thanks Tseng!"

"Happy to be of assistance, Mr. Strife. If you would like another lesson, just call me with your comm device. I added my contact while you were out."

"That would be great-" Cloud began.

A loud knock interrupted the two.

"Hey, Turk! Let me in or I'll…." Zack grunted.

Tseng crept to the door, slowly opening it.

"Or you'll what, damage your liaison's home?" Tseng grinned. Zack glared and grabbed Tseng by the lapels.

"We're going to talk after I bring Cloud back, got it?"

"Luckily for you, there aren't any parties for me to attend to tonight, so I'm all yours." Tseng batted his eyelashes playfully and brushed Zack's fists away. He turned to Cloud.

"Cloud, it was wonderful to meet you. I hope I can teach you in the future." He offered a hand to Cloud. As Cloud got up and shook it, Tseng whispered, "You have a very promising future, Cloud. Keep up the good work. And don't forget to take care of yourself once in a while."

Tseng pulled away and plastered a pleasant, cat-like smile. Cloud shivered and looked down at the carpet, blushing.

"Alright, Cloud. We're leaving!" Zack practically growled, storming out of the apartment.

"Au revoir, mon chere!" Tseng purred.

"Erm…Zack?"

"Yeah?"

"Was that guy-I mean-Tseng- mean to you in the past or something? Not to be rude, but I've never seen you this mad."

Is it really that obvious? Zack took a breath, unclenched his fists, and slowed his pace.

"Uh…no. He just…. makes me uneasy, is all."

"Really? He told me he was your teacher too! Was he not very good back then?" Cloud looked up innocently.

It's not like I can tell Cloud, "No, I'm pissed because he was flirting with my crush" or "I'm angry because he got to spend more time with you, up close". In the end, I can't do much. Zack sighed.

"No, he was great. Really helped me to become the SOLDIER I am today. Forget it, Cloud. I'm glad it went well." Zack offered his best smile.

I'm going to grill Tseng as soon as I get back. Just you wait, Tseng. Zack resolved as he led Cloud to the mess hall.

…

On the way back to Sephiroth's apartment, Zack felt his interface buzz. He picked it up and grumbled.

"Yeah? Who is it?"

"Hello, Zack Fair. My deepest apologies, but I re-located to building 4A, apartment 5C. I don't feel very comfortable being interrogated in somewhere other than my guest apartment. Besides, I'm sure Sephiroth wouldn't be fond of cleaning up whatever mess you make in a fit jealousy. I'll tell you all you want to hear when you finally get here."

Zack suppressed a furious snarl and glared at his comm, picking up his pace to run to the building.

…

When Zack arrived, Tseng was calmly sipping tea at a low table. The apartment had an inviting atmosphere, with plush sea-green furnishings and lights emitting a soft orange glow about the light pink walls. Zack was temporarily dazed.

How could any SOLDIER quarters be this…fancy?

"Good evening, Fair. How long do you plan on gawking? You're certainly welcome to come sit. If you would be so kind as to don those house slippers instead of your boots? I'd rather not have any monster blood on the floors." Tseng smiled, invitingly.

Zack snapped back to attention, muttering while he traded his boots for soft house slippers. He shuffled over to one of the armchairs, then saw Tseng's positioning.

He's on a couch for two, so maybe I can scare him into answering more questions if I stare him down. He grinned and quickly shifted to sit right next to Tseng on the aquamarine colored-couch.

Tseng chuckled softly. "So that's how you're going to play it, Fair? Challenge. Accepted." A bemused smirk cut through his composed features.

Tseng positioned his elbow to rest on the couch's armrest, supporting his chin with the palm of his hand, other arm casually rested on the back of the couch. He crossed his legs and met Zack's eyes with an intensity Zack wasn't accustomed to. Zack and close colleagues liked to deem it his, "Feline smolder" look. Refined after years of courting a certain fastidious ShinRa heir.

"So, Zack, how can I help you tonight?"

Not used to such intense, amorous eye contact, Zack shifted slightly away from Tseng, regretting his decision. He still maintained eye contact with Tseng but subconsciously fiddled with his gloves.

"I thought you had a boyfriend, Tseng." Zack spat.

"What makes you say that?"

"You were obviously flirting with Cloud. I wonder what would happen if Rufus found out."

"From a third-class SOLDIER? He'd hardly believe it."

"Doesn't it mess with your conscience to flirt with an 18-year-old, who's not your boyfriend, Tseng?"

"What conscience? Last time I checked, it was signed away when I joined ShinRa. What would you do if I were to steal Cloud away? If I were to make him a Turk, if you will."

Zack gritted his teeth. "I'm pretty sure I overheard Cloud declining to such a position. And how dare you do so without his permission!"

"It seems the General has no problem with whisking Cloud away at his whims. How is this any different?"

Zack furrowed his brow and looked down. "Well…the General has more privileges than the both of us and you know it. A third-class SOLDIER hardly even has the ability to leave campus, much less summon cadets. And I don't understand why you're interested. The Turks are so far away from SOLDIER grounds. The trip wouldn't be worth it, especially for someone as easily irritated by long commutes as you."

"Ouch, Fair. Do you hold such low regard for me?" At Tseng's wounded tone, Zack looked up and nearly bumped his forehead against Tseng's chin. He recoiled, but Tseng retained his position, leaning in to cup Zack's chin.

"Perhaps I can change your perspective. May I?" Tseng prompted gently, voice just above a whisper.

"As long as you don't attack me, Turk." Zack counted, simultaneously blushing and scowling.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Tseng gently held Zack's jaw in his hand, stroking Zack's cheek with his fingertips. His face mirrored the tenderness of his touch, sharp features softened and gaze gentle. Zack shuddered at the light touch, eyelashes fluttering closed to track the path of Tseng's fingers on his warming cheeks.

"Zack, I need you to answer a question for me."
"Uh, sure?" It was difficult to focus on Tseng's quiet voice, his tender touch taking precedence over coherent observation. Zack's mind vaguely wondered if Tseng was equipping an interrogation tactic. Pretty easy to get information out of a suspect who's been rendered into putty by a very attractive man.

"Who is the person who makes you the happiest when you're around them? The person you'd do anything for? To make them smile in return?" Tseng murmured softly.

"…Cloud. But…" Zack murmured.

"I see. Well, it's clear I'm finished here. I've found all I needed to know." Tseng's expression snapped back to his cool, professional demeanor. He got up and took residence in a chair directly across from Zack.

"What do you mean you're done? What the hell was all that for?" Zack blustered, falling back into the couch.

"You fascinate me, Zack. You've done so well with your training with me, yet you still hold yourself back." Tseng said calmly, resting his chin in the crook between his thumb and index finger as though inspecting the results of a report. Or regarding a test subject of Hojo's that could be weaponized. Zack shifted uncomfortably and broke eye contact.

"What do you mean?" He suddenly found his gloves to be very interesting.

"It's clear that you love that boy. Rather deeply, in fact. Certainly, more than a superficial fling."

"Which I know you're experienced in." Zack smirked.

Tseng rolled his eyes but continued. "When Cloud is around certain people, you get subtly jealous. Yet, you don't think your good enough- that Sephiroth is better for Cloud than you are."

Zack looked down. "So what? It's true."

Tseng stood and neared Zack, bringing his hand to gently hover below Zack's jaw. Zack nodded. Tseng cupped Zack's chin in his hand, tilting it up.

"Sephiroth has just as much of a chance of dating Cloud as you do. And Cloud has the right to decline both of your affections. You're allowed to try to attract Cloud's regards as much as you wish, even more so than the General. But ultimately, in a healthy relationship, Cloud will choose who he loves. He is not property for you, the General, or anyone else to fight for."

Zack's expression softened and he sighed. "I hadn't considered that. I just thought the General can take what he wants."

"Understandable, given his position. However, it is not true. Additionally, I talked with Cloud and- "

"Let me guess- you're pining for him too, huh?" Zack glared. Tseng stroked Zack's cheek with his thumb teasingly.

"Absolutely not. I am his teacher and his confidant, and that's the only thing I want to be."

Zack looked up at him apprehensively. "You were pretty flirtatious for a mere teacher."

Tseng smirked. "How else was I to provoke you into revealing your feelings on the matter of Cloud Strife? Besides, my heart belongs to another. Even if it will never be received." Tseng looked away with a half-smile on his face, dropping his hand from Zack's face.

Zack glared, but smirked. "I guess I shoulda expected it from a Turk. But the great seducer, Tseng, giving up? Am I still in reality?"

Tseng blushed and sat back down in his position across from Zack.

"I suppose you have a point, Fair. As for more important matters, I talked with Cloud. He's going to work on becoming more independent. He wants a chance to use his skills, to live his life autonomously without being codependent on others. That's not to say he won't get support when he needs it. He just needs time to grow without too much interference. Because of that, I am unsure if now is the right time for a relationship with him."

Zack nodded slowly, his smile faltering. "All right. I- I can do that. I can give him space."

"He still wants to spend time with you, Zack. But he also wants to spend time with the other cadets and learn how to live his life on his own. Other than training, how about you arrange to meet with him once a week, since Sephiroth or I will be with him for training once a week?"

"Yeah, that sounds manageable!" Zack perked up.

"Good. And to answer your previous question, I was just trying to pry information out of you the way I know is most effective on you." Tseng gave a cat-like grin and winked.

"Again, what the hell? I know Sephiroth was interested in you at some point, but I certainly am not. That was the weirdest experience ever. Wait…are you trying to teach me how to flirt with Cloud?"

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Tseng asked calmly, barely suppressing a smirk.

"It was great to see you again, Fair. I'm quite proud of how far you've come. Now that you have my comm contact, you'll have to catch me up on your adventures once in a while. Working as a Turk isn't as fun as you'd think. But there are certainly very…entertaining moments."

"It's 'cuz I had a great teacher." Zack blushed. "And we can catch up as long as you don't try to flirt-interrogate me again. Got it?"

Tseng stood and offered his hand. Zack took it.

"I promise, Zack Fair. Now go. You wouldn't want to miss your crush now, would you?"

Zack blushed and dashed to the door.

"And Zack?"

Zack turned to Tseng, who's eyebrow was raised in apprehension.

"Respect boundaries, but…good luck, Cassanova." Tseng winked.

"Thanks, Tseng."

Zack dashed into the night, heat rushing to his face. Geez, who knew my Sensei would be my wingman?