Disclaimer: Don't own Kingdom Hearts I or II or any other ones that lucky game company came up with…all characters are theirs, yes, yes, nothing is mine but the plot and dialogue…and err…that's about it yes…

Author's further notes: The major points of views are Axel and Demyx…

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Hallow Bastion was a world where the heartless had begun to pour in. It was as if as soon as Roxas had defeated him, this world had begun to fall apart. Heartless were infecting the local areas almost epidemically.

"Sephiroth!" a voice cried out. "Sephiroth!"

Curious, Axel looked around the industrial rooftops for the person. Axel's breath caught in his throat as he began to dodge the oncoming assault of a certain blond haired man. His bluish eyes shone in the evening's light as he glared at Axel. They both slid down a roof and landed near an alley.

The redhead backed a few steps his hood still covering his face. He was growling under the hood at this pesky obstacle that had somehow arrived at such an awkward time.

"What do you people want?" the man questioned.

Axel straightened but made no reply as he suddenly turned to find himself facing a few heartless. They were all heading straight for them. The blonde's eyes narrowed as he turned his attention away from Axel and began to defend himself.

The Nobody quickly dodged the young man's blade and vanished into another black portal.

He ended up near the cliffs overlooking a grand valley. The place looked rather deserted as he tried to convey why he had arrived here. He sighed in frustration. The only information he had gathered about Sephiroth was through Xemnas' long and boring lectures on a 'few good fighters' and how they opposed his rights to rule or something similar.

The red haired man began to pace in soft unhurried strides along the narrow ledge overlooking the valley.

"Now let me see," he muttered. "If I were a great and feared general, where would I be?" he stopped pacing and smiled. "A dark and feared cave?" he shook his head. "Too easy…" he continued pacing. "Perhaps a castle that is assumed abandoned?" he shook his head jerkily. "No, far too cliché!"

He continued to pace in frustration.

This is what I get for walking out when coming up with a half baked idea, he thought.

"How about a dreaded swamp, or underground, or maybe up in the sky somewhere," he listed pulling his hood down to grab his hair and flop down onto the ground. "Or how about—"

"Right behind you?" a voice replied.

Axel's eyes widened in surprise, as he turned to face the voice. Before him stood the most composed man he had ever met in his life. Standing at a height of a bit over six feet was Sephiroth, one of the greatest swordsman this world had seen.

"You are looking for me after all then?" the man smiled.

Axel nodded. "I had no idea the man I was looking for was so—"

"Decent, elegant?" Sephiroth smiled a bit of his silver hair caught the breeze and drifted diagonally. "Charming…"

"All of the above and more, general," the redhead smiled. "I suppose I could ask for a favor."

"I don't particularly do favors unless they directly benefit me," the general replied.

Axel titled his head and gave him a crooked smile. "Oh this will benefit you, my friend."

"Let me be the judge of that if you may," Sephiroth said gracefully. "But before you ask, why should I do something a Nobody would want me to do?"

If Axel's eyes revealed emotions to the implications of threat and insult that were laced into the question, his voice did not. "I want you to capture a certain keyblade master for me."

"Keyblade master?" the man appeared uninterested.

"If you bring him to me, alive," Axel said turning his back on Sephiroth. "I will do any one thing for you in return."

For a second, Axel thought of rephrasing his words, but it was too late for the general had already seemed to have not accepted.

"If you think I will carry out such simple errands for something you can never possibly give me," the man scowled. "Then you are sadly mistaken."

"Wait—" pleaded Axel as he sensed Sephiroth turning. "I don't know what to offer you at the moment, but if you do this, I can help your world—"

"This is not my world," the man said smoothly.

"Alright, not your world got it," the flame master nodded. "What about that blond fellow?"

Sephiroth turned towards him with his eyebrow arched. "Cloud stays out of this."

Axel felt the misunderstanding a second before he felt the coldness of a blade at his cheek. "You misunderstand me. I meant him no harm, only that he appeared to look for you earlier."

Sephiroth removed his blade only to place it over Axel's chest above where his heart should have been. "And who exactly is this person you are after, Nobody?"

"The keyblade master, Sora is his name," replied the redhead.

"So after I help you, I can have you do anything you say?" Sephiroth smiled.

"Anything," whispered Axel. "I can provide you with a small army of Nobodies, give you treasure beyond dreams…whatever you wish."

"I desire a lot of things," Sephiroth smiled. "I suppose I could help you since you have brought news of Cloud."

"Someone close to you?" Axel risked a smile even since his scheme hung by a thread so thin even a tender touch would snap it.

Sephiroth turned and a feather floated off as a strong wind blew way. "So close that he could just be me…"

The Nobody watched as the one winged angel faded before him. There was a certain grace to this gentleman that he had never expected.

"So it finally begins," Axel whispered lifting his hood to expose his face to the last of the day's light.

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Author's notes: I am going through with the graphic part which will be posted shortly after chapter 3 and a link will be posted somewhere so hang tight, Fara and anyone else who would like to read more erotic material that will make your mothers angry.