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Yuffie raised an eyebrow, watching Seifer with an interested look. So just who was he, why was he here, and why was Sephriea hanging with him? So many questions, so little time. She smirked at his comment of Rikku and herself sounding like twins, before watching him walk off with the siverhaired girl.


"Hey, Wait a sec. Is anyone else that we know here?" She asked Sephriea before she got out of sight..

"..Those dumb turks are. Well, Two of them anyway. I think they went back into town though.." She shrugged softly,walking on as she followed with Seifer.She didn't even know why she was following him,she just..was.

Yuffie turned just as the new guy showed up and spoke to them, a small grin forming at the ninjas features. "Hey..Yo." Yuffie stiffled out a silly laugh.She just had to throw it in for fun. If only she would say that infront of Reno and Tifa,it might of been funner, because no one here would get it.

Tifa furrowed her brows slightly, placing her hands on her hips as she stared at the Turk as he brushed past her, beginning to wander about the home. Well of course it was going to be clean and peaceful, that's just the way she wanted it. She liked for things to be neat and orderly, having a clean home was key to this.

The young woman leaned forwards slightly, calling out towards Reno, "What did you expect, some sort of messy, filthy, run down house?" If that's what he was looking for, then he was definately at the wron place, because Tifa loved her home just the way it was.

A smile came to her face as a thought crossed her mind. Her room. She hadn't been in there in years... Taking careful steps towards the staircase, she walked up the steps, the sound of her heel clicking against the wood resonating through the airs of the house. Finally reaching the top, she glanced down the steps at Reno, motioning for him to follow her. She turned to her left and there it was, her bedroom. Oh how she remembered the days clearly when she would sit upon the same floorboards and color with her little crayons with her friends, as happy as can be. The piano in her room never changed as it sat near her small bed, its white keys collecting dust from years ago. She placed her hands neatly behind her back as she stood in the doorway to her room, smiling at the sight. Now, if Reno -still- wasn't all that impressed, then maybe this sort of 'humble home' thing just wasn't his style. He seemed to be more of a 'hanging-out-wherever-the-hell-I-want-to-yo' kind of guy, anyway.

Once they had finished discussing the terms of the battle, Korangar and Sephiroth stood completely still, staring at one another. Korangar, seeing that Sephiroth was armed with only the masamune blade, decided that it would be best to keep his selection of weapons to those which could be considered honorable. Reaching to his throat, he unclasped his cloak, which fell to the ground with a rather large amount of clatter, as the vast amount of guns he bore were attached to the massive cloth. Now standing in his blazing red yukata, he afixed his gaze on his adversary. Reaching behind his head with his right hand, he slipped it beneath his yukata and extracted two eight-foot polls. Tossing one into the air, he spun the other around his right wrist until the other came back down, which he caught in his left hand. Spinning this one in the same manner as the first, he thrust his hands out, one behind himself and one toward his opponent. Shifting his feet in the same method, he finally gripped the staves, which instantly revealed themselves to be more. Two long, curving blades protruded from the ends. The one of the staff closest to Sephiroth came out, the tip of the metal just poking the cool earth, while the one behind Korangar came to stop so that it was arching just above and behind him, its shaft angled upward toward the Gold Saucer. With one final shift of his stance, Korangar crouched just a little, and awaited the move of his opponent.

Sephiroth, having been calmly waiting for Korangar to become fully prepared, finally resumed his own favorite stance. Having one foot just ahead of the other, the forward foot pointed toward his new nemesis, the other pointed to his right, he gripped the hilt of the masamune in both hands, lifting the blade so that it hung poised at the level of his shoulder, directed toward his enemy, the slight curve of the blade pointing toward the ground off, as with his rear foot, to his right. Both nodded toward one another, letting each know that they were prepared. And, for another moment or two, neither moved, slowly tensing for the coming struggle. Keeping their gazes locked on the eyes of the other, they were barely aware that all nature around them had all but frozen, the wind that wisped the grass of the plain and the sand of the desert having nearly stopped, puffs of dust hanging in the air as if time itself had stopped. As both exhaled, the moment passed, and the wind blew as normal, once again. Taking the initiative, Sephiroth thrust his blade down, flipping it so that the weapon hung low to the ground, trailing along behind him as he shot toward his enemy. Thrusting his right foot forward, digging it into the earth as he attempted to slow his approach, he whipped the blade around, sending it directly toward Korangar.

Upon seeing the path that the masamune was taking, Korangar thrust his left hand upward, allowing the curved blade of his left side to stay near the ground. Catching his opponent's blow against the shaft, he kicked himself backward so as to escape the reach of the long blade. Letting his left scythe spin around his wrist, sped on by the blow, he came to rest two yards behind where he had just stood. As the left scythe blade embedded itself in the sand, he loosened his grip on the pole and darted forward again, this time spinning himself around the shaft, driving the right scythe toward Sephiroth.

Ducking low, Sephiroth adjusted his grip on his own weapon. Holding the hilt in one hand and near the edge of the length of metal in his other, he thrust his legs forward as the scythe blade came down. Using the masamune as a focal point, he shot beneath the long shaft, the energy of the scythe launching him toward his opponent. Planting his feet against Korangar's shoulders, he allowed himself to crouch as his speed sent him upward and over his enemy, then kicked off, launching himself toward the vast stretch of sand. Quickly whipping around, he sliced his blade through the air toward the back of his enemy.

Korangar, hearing the whistle of the blade as it sliced through the air, jerked his left wrist, tearing the shaft of the scythe from its blade, just in time to ward off the oncoming blow. Turning around, however, he saw that the masamune had cut clean through the shaft. The deflection having been just enough to keep himself from being hit, he watched as Sephiroth caught himself on the sand, landing in a low stance, his blade thrust out behind him, gripped in one hand, while the other was planted securely on the ground. Dropping his other scythe, as a single weapon would cause him to be unbalanced, Korangar reached inside his yukata, thrusting both his hands to either side of his waist. Pulling out two katanas, he held them directly out to either side, keeping the blades pointed forward and down, directed toward either side of Sephiroth. Falling into a low crouch, he rolled slightly forward then dove toward his opponent, turning so that one blade was driving toward his enemy and the other was left out behind himself.

Sephiroth leapt upward, flipping so that the masamune was driven downward so that it would slice along Korangar, his feet narrowly avoiding being removed from the rest of his body by the front katana.

Surprised by the move, Korangar drove the front katana into the ground, causing himself to enter a sort of somersault, his rear katana catching on the masamune blade. Ignoring the sparks that were formed as the two blades sliced along each other, he spread his legs so that they moved along either side of the masamune and, almost mimicking Sephiroth's earlier move, planted his feet against his shoulders. Kicking against him, both thrust Sephiroth away and drove himself toward the ground where his katana had been anchored. Releasing the blades, he dug his fingers into the earth, bending his elbows as he nearly collided with the ground, then pushed off, launching himself after his opponent. Moving his legs forward, he kicked them back, making himself spin around so he could face toward his rival. Not wanting to waist the various small daggers that he bore, he flicked his hands back, causing two three-foot blades to shoot out from beneath his wrists. Curling his fingers into fists so that he would not risk injuring himself, he landed on the ground, his arms dropping to either side, the new blades cutting two thin lines in the sand. Now in another low crouch, his blazing yukata settling around him, he once again lunged toward Sephiroth, determined to win their little game.

Having landed on only one foot, which slid out behind him due to the awkward terrain, Sephiroth stomped his other foot into the dirt, taking a second to right himself. Slicing the masamune out to his left, holding the hilt in only that hand, he thrust his right hand out to that side, fingers slightly spread as he looked toward Korangar. Seeing him lunge again, Sephiroth did the same, moving his left hand upward so that the masamune remained vertical, the tip of the blade cutting along the surface of the desert as he sped toward the collision, continuing to turn in the air, always keeping the blade between him and Korangar.

Narrowing his eyes, Korangar shot his hands together, crossing his wristblades just before impact. As the masamune was caught between the two weapons, both warriors dropped the couple inches to the ground. Sephiroth, gripping the hilt in his left hand and once again holding a foot away from the tip of the blade in his right; and Korangar, blades tightly crossed, grinding against the powerful weapon that his enemy wielded. As the two forced their weapons against the others, it was clearly now a matter of who was the stronger.

Sephiroth, feeling himself begin to slide back in the sand, realized that the stronger truly was his newfound rival. However, leaning toward his enemy, he knew that the weakest point in their connection was not in himself.

Korangar, also becoming aware of this, felt the binds that connected his wristblades to his arms begin to tear free. Suddenly, the binds shattered, and the blades whizzed toward his head, along with the masamune blade. His blazing irises constricted instantly, and the flying blades dramatically slowed, now only inching their way through the air. Pulling his right hand back, he punched toward his enemy, his fist sliding alongside the masamune.

Sephiroth, eyes glowing brightly, also sped his perception of time, and moved his right hand up in an attempt to catch the oncoming blow, his left hand continuing to drive the masamune toward his enemy.

Korangar, however, deepened his perception even further, and his fist shot past Sephiroth's, firmly connecting with the man's chest, at the point where the clasps that held his coat together were buckled. A shockwave blasted away from the point, kicking up a large cloud of dust, out of which Sephiroth, masamune in hand, was sent tumbling along the ground.

As the dust began to settle, Sephiroth staggered to his feet, shaking himself off. Looking down to the buckle on his chest, his eyes widened as he saw that it had become completely destroyed. Not a second after he saw this, his coat slid from his shoulders. Turning his attention toward Korangar, he saw that his own attack had not been completely fruitless. Although Korangar stood before him, unharmed, his yukata had a clear cut along the front, exposing a line of linked chains.

Korangar absorbed the remaining weapons beneath his yukata before allowing the red cloth to fall to the desert floor, exposing the masses of chains that completely covered his body from neck to foot. Furious that Sephiroth had dared to actually ruin the cloth, he uttered a low growl, eyes narrowing once more, his irises blazing wildly. An immense sphere of shadow erupted around Korangar, blasting another massive cloud of smoke away from where he stood, causing Sephiroth to have to shield his eyes for a moment, in order to keep from being blinded. Lowering his hand, Sephiroth stared on in fascination as streaks of flame arched along the surface of the sphere. In four places around the darkened sphere, three-foot polls jutted up from the ground, evenly spaced around the mass. The polls rose a little further, revealing themselves to be attached to six-foot handguards, which, themselves, were attached to a four-foot wide slab of metal, which was slowly becoming exposed. The edges of these pieces of metal were only slightly sharpened, obviously meant to do great damage to whatever they became embedded in. Returning his attention to the dark sphere, Sephiroth watched as a large helmet, completely black, except for a flame pattern that lined the thin visor, rose from the center of the sphere. From within the sphere, four massive hands shot out, firmly grasping the polls that had risen from beneath the earth. These hands, each heavily gauntleted with the same material as the helmet tightened around the polls, lifting the massive pieces of metal a little further out of the ground. The sphere began to shrink, forming into a thick set of armor of the same design as both helmet and gauntlets, defending the now enlarged body of Korangar, who was currently in a low kneel. The air just behind him rippled violently as two colossal wings ripped through it. The edge of these wings, being protected in jagged armor, also of the same shadow/fire material previously mentioned, lined wings that appeared to be actually rifts in the cosmos. Rising to his feet, Korangar unsheathed the extremely massive blades from the ground, revealing their length to be a little more than his own height, which now was almost twenty-five feet. However, wielding each blade in a single-handed fashion, with his four arms, he snarled loudly, turning his attention fully upon Sephiroth. Having his lower hands hold their blades so that they hung just above the ground, he positioned his upper hands so that they held their blades, pointing them almost directly up towards the sky.

Sephiroth, blinking slowly, stiffly assumed his favorite stance once more, cautiously watching the massive form before him. While he had no problem whatsoever against larger opponents, this..thing, whatever he was, had proved to be more than a handful at his normal form. This enhanced version, he swallowed hard as he though, would likely be even more difficult to remain standing against. However, being the proud warrior that he was, he could not bring himself to back down now.

((To be continued..))

Back in the city of gloom, in the small area of the slums the sunlight was halterd. It was as if not even the shineing sun wanted to bring a little light into this poor area.Though, a little ways up would be one single home of beauty. Flowers surrounding the area to the right, some even nestled along the home.

Inside that very home in one of the bedrooms sat a young women in a familour pale pink dress.The useall red jacket she always seemed to have on was rested at the bed beside her as she sat there.The city was so quiet, And she hadn't heard anything from anyone for a while,not sense Reno and Tifa took off.She was still rather upset that he would have such nerv to steal Clouds bike.She thought about just how to get it back, her mind in wonder. Was her idea a bad thing? She didn't think so. Reno did steal it, so two, could play at that game. Sighing softly, she picked up her phone off the bed,opening it slowly.Her movements were slow, as if she was haveing second thoughts about this idea.

Soon enough, soft beeping sounds were heard as she pushed in a certin ninja's number and waited silently.Moments later, there was a energetic "Moshi Moshi!" voice at the other end.This causeing the cetra to smile softly.

"Hello, Yuffie. How are you? "

"Fine! I met a new friend, Her names Rikku. I can't wait for you to meet her!" Yuffie grinned as she spoke.

"Thats great, Im looking foward to it! But..I called to ask you, Have you seen Reno? "

Yuffie grinned slightly. Yes, he was in Tifa's house wasn't he? "Yeah, hes here with Tif tif."

"Oh, how wonderful! Listen, Do you think you can...Well, can you...umm..Get the keys of Clouds Finrir back? And..Maybe you and Rikku can bring it back to Midgar? Try not to get cought,though. He stole the bike from Cloud a few days ago and your the only one I can think of to get it back. "

"..Oh..my..gawd..Aerith! You want me to -steal- it? Your more cooler then I ever thought. It should be easy, too! Rikku is also a thief. This is going to be SO FUN!" Yuffie giggled on the other end. "Okay, Yuffie Rikku delivery Service! Right away! Ja!" She hung up, oviously very,very excited about the entire thing.

Aerith mean while closed her phone. As clumzy as Yuffie was,she would protect that bike with her life if she had too.So Aerith knew very well that she could trust her.

"Sephiea..." spoke a familiar sickening voice that anyone would know who it was.

A shine of a man wearing glasses shined causing a blinding light. The white coat he was wearing seemed very familiar. But the tag that read "Hojo" on it just blew it all away.

"I thought we had something special together... Do you really want to kill me now...?" he asked.

Hojo smiled calmly as though very happy to see one of his experiments alive and well. However. Her attitude seemed to have made him even more interested. So fiesty she is.

"Little Sephiea... Of course I would arrive when I am needed... Satan calls me when there is a specimen that needs to be worked on..."

he said eyeing natsumi with much interest. Though she showed no interest for him to do anything on her.

"Yeah. Figures SATAN would contact you. You belong with him. You fre---" Okay, She had to stop herself before she said anything worse.If she wanted him to help, then how would that be possible if she pissed him off? Giving him a quick glare, she whisperd something to Natsumi...

"..This is the one I was talking about..He..could give you your sight back. Im sure of it..And if you agree, I'll stay there and watch to make sure he doesn't do anything else.." Her atention went from the women, back to Hojo.Her voice now in its normal tone.

"So you already knew? Heh....And what exactly would you like out of it?"