1Me: (sigh) I haven't gotten any reviews today but thats probably just cause its Christmas. (Sigh)

Lloyd: flow flow flow, pancreatic juice flow flow into the duodenum!

Me: Lloyd!

Lloyd: What?

Me: stop singing Weird Al!

Lloyd: But you were singing it earlier.

Me: I was on a sugar rush! NOW SAY THE DISCLAIMER!

Lloyd: wow, someone is PMSy!

Me: What did you say!

Lloyd: Umm, Jen Rem doesn't own ToS or FF.

"The wound is worse then I thought. It appears to not want to close. I wonder if that is because it is a reopened scar." Raine's voice came from another room down the hall.

"..." I looked down at the bandages wrapped tightly around my torso. I was sure something attacked me but how did it know to attack that spot.

"The area seems sensitive. Even unconscious, Tiamatt twitched when I tried to stitch the wound close." Raine continued.

The wound was in fact the exact size as the scar that I had received from the final fight with Jenova, before the Reunion. It happened outside the city of Galabadia, before Oblivion and I knew that the evil known as Apocalypse was truly Jenova. A shard from his blade became lodged in my side, awakening the Jenova cells in my body and allowing Apocalypse complete control over me. Even after the shard was removed, the area remained sensitive to touch.

I stood up, cringing as the wound stung through the bandages, and picking up my pack. Pulling out the Rotator, I retrieved a another bag that held spare clothes since my blood stained ones needed to be cleaned. I had spare tops and jeans but I decided on something different. My SOLDIER uniform? Nah! Seed uniform? Maybe. Now the Turk outfit caught my eye. Sure I hated Shinra but this was definitely one of my favorite outfits.

After putting the uniform on, I looked in the mirror and examined my appearance. The uniform still fit perfectly, the navy blue jacket and pants looked amazingly good on me even though I felt odd not having my hair in a bun. Sighing, I rummaged through my bag till I found a hair tie and put my hair back. After equipping my swords, I used Mini to shrink the clothes bag and returned it to the Rotator.

A wave of pain ripped through my side as I slung my bag over my shoulder. As that happened, I heard the door to the room click open and the sound of heavy footsteps. The intruder's scent put me on high alert and I spun around, Oblivion Blade out before cringing in pain and dropping the sword.

"Look how the 'Great' Tiamatt cringes in my presences."

"Dsanios! How the hell did you get to Sylvarant?" I growled, clutching my throbbing side. Dsanios grinned . Silver strands of hair framed his rather handsome face as the rest of his dark hair was tied in a ponytail. His eyes were a bright glowing green with cat like slits for pupils. He wore a black jacket with a white t-shirt underneath with black jeans, a black cloak around his shoulders. A silver battle staff was slung across his back with a tattoo visible on the side of his neck, XIII.

"I should ask you the same thing. You're suppose to be dead. Yet here you are, alive. How is that?" Dsanios sneered, taking a step closer. I remembered how he had an always present lust for Tiamatt and took a nervous step back.

"Dsanios, I'm not the same Tiamatt you knew." I tried to tell him as he continued to come closer.

"Humph, don't lie to me Tiamatt. Your scent is unmistakable, even if you are coated with the stench of humans!" the Remnant sneered. I tried to step away but found my back up against the wall. "I've been following you for several days and would have come sooner for you if your annoying apparitions hadn't interfered!" My eyes narrowed.

"You... you were the one that attacked me?!"

"My Tiamatt, seems as though the years must finally be catching up with you. I would have thought that you would have figured that out by now." Dsanios grinned, pinning me to the wall. I tried to move past him but he stopped me and seized me by my neck, lifting me off the ground. "How easily I could finish you off but then, what a shame it would be to kill someone as beautiful as yourself."

"I told you, I'm not who you think I am. I may look like Tiamatt and I may have her memories but I am not her!" I shouted, hoping to get the attention of the others. Dsanios glared, tightening his grip as he considered what I had told him.

"Even so, you are Tiamatt. It is the memories that make a person and you have her memories, therefore you are her. And wether youlike it or not, you are coming with me!" Dsanios replied. He continued to tighten his grip as he tried to knock me unconscious. I struggled but with each twist and turn, pain exploded from my side, causing me to cry in pain. Dsanios grinned madly with lust in his eyes as my struggles ceased and my vision blurred.

"Get your hands off of her!" Dsanios turned to face a pissed off Kratos. Lloyd stood ready at his side, both swordsmen with their weapons drawn.

I felt his grip loosen slightly, allowing me to get a breath of air into my oxygen deprived body. Vision clearing, I saw that the Oblivion Blade was out of reach on the floor and the Masamune was pinned between me and the wall. I could feel my anger at Dsanios flood my body and tried to control a partial transformation.

"Who the hell are you? What are you doing to Tiamatt?" Lloyd yelled. I took this chance and bit down onto the Remnant's hand with sharp fangs.

"Dammit!" Dsanios cursed as I fell from his grasp. He turned towards me, his fist racing for my head. Ducking, I kicked his legs out from under him and ran towards Kratos, clutching to the mercenary tightly. My anger temporaly under control, I turned back to see the shocked look on the Remnant's face.

"A human? You've chosen a human over one of your own kind?" Dsanios asked as hatred towards Kratos etched his face.

"Have you already forgotten that you are human, Dsanios?" I snarled.

"Not anymore. We are a new species Tiamatt. We are the chosen few that Mother has chosen as her own as she destroys the weak!" Dsanios grinned. "She is still willingly to forgive you for your betrayal Tiamatt. Remember that." With that, Dsanios transformed into a raven and flew out an open window.

"I will never return to the Calamity. Not after I've worked so hard to be free of her." I growled, walking across the room to retrieve the Oblivion Blade.

"Tiamatt, are you ok?" Kratos asked as he put his sword away.

"Other then the shard wound, then yeah." I replied, all my anger dissipating.

"Shard wound?" Genis asked, confused on what I was talking about.

"The wound I have now is the reopened shard wound I received during the Dark War." I told the 'elf'.

"Tiamatt who was that guy?" Lloyd asked next.

"He is one of the Remnant that follow Jenova's orders. They were created through the same experiment that I was put through but some of them were a success but not at the same level as me or Dsanios. He always been after me and if you could tell, he has a strong want for me." I sighed. I noticed Kratos' eyes harden at the last part of my explanation. Was he jealous? "Don't worry the feeling is not mutual." I reassured him. "Anyways, lets get going to the next seal. I've held us back too long." I started to walk out of the room but paused as I felt everyone stare at me.

"What?"

"Tiamatt, that mark on your next..." Raine began. I put my hand on the back of my neck and realized that my experiment tattoo was visible now that my hair was off the back of my neck.

"I? What does 'I' stand for?" Lloyd asked.

"Its not and 'I' Lloyd! It's a roman numural one." Genis told his friend.

"What does that mean?" Colette asked.

"This... this is...it's a tattoo used by Hojo to identify his specimens. This number one means I was the first successful specimen in his twisted experiment." I said, looking down at the floor.

"Oh... sorry." Colette apologized.

"It's ok. Lets just get to the next seal ok?" I replied, giving a small smile to the chosen.

"Ok."

Soon we were traveling towards the next seal at the Balacruf ruins. When we made camp, I was surprised to have Kratos come to comfort me as I worried about Dsanios.

"Kratos, I'm scared." the mercenary looked shocked by this. "He's so much stronger then what I can remember and ..." I paused.

"And what?" Kratos asked.

"Kratos, when I was unconscious that night when my friends came, I ... talked to the real Tiamatt."

"The real Tiamatt? Did she tell you how you came to this world?"

"Yeah. She said doing so saved my life or at least my consciousness. It seems that I died in a fire at home and Tiamatt, well... she's gone too but she used what power she had left to bring me here as herself." I said sadly. "I felt strong till Dsanios showed up and since then I've been thinking, Can I really be as strong as the real Tiamatt." Tears flowed down my cheeks as I told Kratos my fear. He gently took my hand and I looked up at him with teary eyes.

"To me, you are the real Tiamatt. Don't let the fool trick you into thinking that you are anything less." Kratos said, pulling me into an embrace. "I will not let him have you, no matter what."

Me; Ok another chapter done. Sorry bout Cloud not being in it but please keep in mind that when I originally wrote the story in the notebooks, I never had Cloud in it so yeah. Sorry. Oh and if you like my random stuff, please check my profile. And also check my homepage to see a picture of Tiamatt and of the Oblivion Blade. Thanks and please review!