Bittersweet Revenge

Chapter Two

Cyan released a bored sigh as he walked through the Highwind, desperately attempting to ignore his motion sickness. This was one thing he always hated about flying or sailing. He always found himself sick, but he also found a way to lessen the sickness, and that was to move around and not stay in one place for too long. He smiled as he entered the Chocobo stables, finding a Gold Chocobo standing before him. Again he smiled, walking up to the bird and gently scratching it behind its ear. It chirped softly, leaning closer to him as its eyes closed halfway.

"I think he likes you," a deep voice said from behind. He looked over his shoulder, noticing the man standing in the corner, his arms folded across his chest.

"This isn't..."

"No, that's not my Chocobo. I believe it was Cloud's, but he and the bird never got along, so he tried to give it to one of the others, but none of them got along with it either. You're the first person I've seen that has actually been able to pet him and not get bitten, or clawed at."

"I see."

"I think the last person to get the bird was Vincent. If you're interested, you can ask him about taking the bird off his hands."

"Does this bird have a name?"

"Not that I know of. No one has gotten close enough to him to give him one."

"I see. Thank you very much," he replied then walked out of the room, rubbing his chin. Over near the conference room, he saw the ninja girl leaning down, resting her hands on her knees. It was obvious that she also suffered from motion sickness. He smiled once more then walked over to her, sitting beside her. "Do you suffer from motion sickness also?"

"...Don't talk...to me...right now..."

"There is a way to lessen the effects, if you want, I can help you."

She glanced at him, raising an eyebrow then closed her eyes, slowly shaking her head. "Nothing...helps..."

"Have it your way," he replied, standing up. He began to walk away, but the girl grabbed onto his arm, pulling him back.

"Show...me..." she said as she stood to her full height. Cyan smiled, looking down into her eyes.

"There's nothing to show. All you must do is move around. The worst thing you can possibly do when you suffer from motion sickness is to stay in one spot for a long period of time. I should know. I suffer from motion sickness as well. Moving around takes your mind off of the sickness, and it lessens."

"Cloud...told me...something similar...once..."

"And you didn't listen, did you? I suppose you thought that he didn't know what he was talking about, correct?" he asked as he gently took her hand, leading her away from where she had been standing. As they walked, she began to feel better...he could tell just by looking into her eyes.

"I thought he was just joking with me. The others never really saw eye to eye with me, and I didn't see things they way they did..."

"I see. Could you please put my wallet and materia back? I have a feeling I'm going to need them," he replied as he looked at her. She stared at him wide eyed then handed his things over to him.

"How did you do that? No one has ever caught me stealing before..."

"I'm not like everyone else."

"Okay...what's your name anyway?"

"Cyan."

"You don't talk much, do you? My name's Yuffie."

"Pleased to meet you."

"Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Why are you wearing that hat? Are you hiding something?" she asked walking in front of him. He stopped, once again looking into her eyes.

"I'm not hiding anything."

"Then why don't you take that hat off?"

"Because I..."

"Because you're hiding something."

"I'm not hiding anything."

"Yeah right," she replied as she leapt up, grasping the hat and yanking it off of his head. He cried out as he took several steps back, glaring at her. She gasped softly, dropping the hat as she stared at him wide eyed. It was then that he saw the fear and confusion on her face. Any anger that he had been feeling instantly vanished.

"Yuffie, it's not what you think, I swear, just please listen to me," he whispered as he moved towards her. She nodded once, staring at him as she slowly regained her composure, "I know I look a lot like Sephiroth, but I swear to you on my mother's grave that I am nothing like him."

"So, does this mean that you're...Hojo's son as well?"

"No. I'll tell you who my father is, but you have to swear to me that you won't tell a soul. I need your word that this will remain between you and I. I am trusting you with something few people know about. Do you swear not to tell a soul what I'm about to tell you?"

"You have my word as a Kisaragi. I will not tell anyone what is said between you and me."

He quickly looked around then looked back to her, nodding slowly. "All right. But let's go up on the deck, I have a feeling that we're about to reach Nibelhiem," he said as he took her hand once more, leading her up the stairs. She followed, staring at his hair, noticing now that it wasn't just silver, but black highlights mixed with the silver. She also took note of his bangs, which were entirely black. Once they stepped onto the deck he faced her, ignoring the wind that rushed past them, and his hair as it was whipped around in every direction. "You can still hear me, can't you?" he asked over the roar of the wind. She nodded, looking into his eyes. He nodded back then folded his arms across his chest. "My real father's name is Vincent Valentine. He's also Sephiroth's true father," he continued.

"Do you mean to tell me that Vincent is Sephiroth's father? That isn't possible..."

"And why isn't it? He and my mother were in love with one another, they made love one night and conceived Sephiroth. Hojo then took credit, claiming that he was Sephiroth's father, and then he made my father suffer by performing all those experiments on him. Nothing is impossible."

"Then how is it that you're Vincent's son as well?"

"Just because my mother was assumed dead, doesn't mean she was. She found Vincent one night and told him she was pregnant with his second child...although I don't think he really heard her. That was eighteen years ago, and now I stand before you. As I said before, nothing is impossible."

Yuffie prepared to say something else, but stopped short when Vincent and Tifa walked onto the deck. Vincent looked from Cyan to her and back again then shook his head, holding a parachute out to Cyan. He took it, watching as Tifa pulled herself onto the railing, holding on to it with one hand, while steadying herself with the other. She glanced back at them, smiling a bit before she stood up and leapt off. Vincent was soon standing beside the railing. He too looked back at them then leapt over the railing, vanishing from sight a few moments later. Cyan sighed softly as he finished putting on his parachute then walked up to the railing. Yuffie could no longer control herself. She ran up to him, grasping his arm tightly. When he faced her, she stood on her tiptoes, kissing him gently and passionately on the lips. His eyes widened as he returned the kiss, not really knowing what else to do then she pulled away, turning away from him.

"Well, that was...a surprise," he blurted out, shaking his head. She faced him once more, smiling as she ran her hand through her hair. He smiled back then leapt over the railing, much like his father had. For a moment he seemed suspended in the air as he winked at her then vanished from sight. She ran up to the railing, grasping it as she watched him open his parachute. What in the world had possessed her to kiss him? She kept asking that over and over, but she found no answer, except that it had been something she had wanted to do, and that she enjoyed doing it.

Cloud released a loud cry as he leapt away from Sephiroth, deflecting the attack. Shortly after he had regained consciousness, he had found himself in the Shinra mansion in Nibelhiem. When he had realized this, Sephiroth had tried to attack him. They have been fighting ever since, and Cloud was beginning to grow tired. He didn't know how much more of this he'd be able to handle. If only he had someone to help him, that would be a different story. He was now regretting not telling the others about this, although Tifa had known, but he didn't know if she was alive or not. Again he leapt away from Sephiroth, growling softly as his blade bit through his flesh. He absent-mindedly looked down to the wound on his arm then glared at Sephiroth, who was only smiling. True the wound wasn't deep; in fact it appeared that Sephiroth was only playing with him, making him weak. This was all a game to him, and he was stupidly playing into it.

"You cannot win Cloud. I have and always will be the stronger one," he stated as he charged towards him, pointing his sword at his heart. He quickly spun to the side, swinging his own sword. There was no doubt in his mind that Sephiroth was the stronger one, but when someone was faced with a life or death situation, they tended to do everything within their power to come out on top. He wasn't about to let Sephiroth win this one, not if there was something he could do to stop it. He glared at his enemy then charged towards him, finally seeing his chance to become a little more offensive, instead of the defensive, like he had been forced to do ever since they started their battle. Sephiroth leapt back, surprise clearly seen on his face as he deflected his attack. He quickly overcame that surprise and leapt at him once more. Their blades met, sending sparks to the ground. Cloud stared into Sephiroth's cold gaze, narrowing his eyes a bit before he placed his foot squarely on his chest and pushed him away, following close behind with every intent to end this now. He wasn't the least bit surprised when Sephiroth blocked that attack as well, and again their sword met, and once more their gazes locked.

Tifa quickly looked around then pushed the secret passage away, staring down the twisting stairs. Ever since she came into the mansion, she had been hearing sounds of battle, and she wasn't enjoying it one bit. One thought constantly pushed itself into her mind, and no matter how hard she tried, it was always there. What if she was too late? What if Sephiroth did manage to...? She growled softly as she closed her eyes, pushing the thought back once more. When she had stopped herself from shaking, she quickly made her way down the stairs, the sounds of swords clashing growing louder with each step. As she reached the bottom step, she watched in horror as Sephiroth knocked Cloud's sword out of his hands then stabbed him in the chest. The blade protruded out of his back and he slumped onto it. Had Sephiroth pierced his heart? A soft whimper escaped her throat as the tears began to fill her eyes. Over to the right she barely heard the sound of a soft thud as Cloud's sword embedded itself in the dirt. She stared at it blankly then reached out and pulled it free, glaring at Sephiroth once more. She watched as he pulled his sword free and Cloud fell to the ground, not moving, not even breathing. Anger welled up inside of her...the same anger she had felt when this same man had killed her father. She growled softly then charged towards him, holding Cloud's sword over her head.

Sephiroth looked up at her in surprise then blocked her wild attack, smiling bitterly. True he was surprised that she was even able to lift Cloud's sword, but she should have known better. He easily disarmed her then stabbed her in the shoulder, smiling as she too slumped against the blade. He stared into her eyes for several long moments then pulled his sword free, backing away from her. As he watches her wobble on her feet, he lifted Cloud's discarded sword up with his mental powers and aimed it at her. He knew, had known that Cloud had coated his weapon with liquefied Poison Materia, having thought he would be able to poison him. Now the tables have turned. He looked down to his former enemy, wishing for a moment that he wasn't dead then forced the blade to stab Tifa in the chest. Her eyes widened for a moment then, as the sword was pulled free, fell to the ground. If the impact hadn't killed her then the poison surely will. He laughed insanely as he released the blade then vanished, leaving Tifa to her fate.

Cyan quickly ran towards the mansion, clutching his sword hilt in a death-like grip, of course he had yet to draw it. He didn't like this feeling he was having. It made him question his sanity sometimes. As he neared the gates he came to a sudden halt as Sephiroth materialized before him, holding a bloody sword at his side. Their gazes locked instantly, but before anything else could happen, Cyan began to back away, making sure there was a good distance between him and his enemy. Sephiroth watched him keenly tapping the blade of his sword lightly against his left thigh. He didn't like the current situation. Not only had he lost Tifa, but now his father was missing as well, leaving him on his own. By this time, Sephiroth had begun to follow him, attempting to close the distance between them. He growled softly, watching his brother closely as he slowly deliberately drew his sword, holding it before him in both hands. Of course this wasn't how he usually held his sword, but for now, it was the only way it felt comfortable as he continued to keep a distance between them.

"I would ask what madness is this, but your eyes gave everything away. How you survived that attack is beyond me, but I will make sure you don't survive this one," Sephiroth snarled as he vanished, only to reappear behind him, swinging his sword. He cried out in anger as he faced him in the blink of an eye, blocking the attack. "Hm...perhaps I misjudged you," he continued as he charged towards him. Their sword met and they stared into each other's eyes. Soon he could feel the ground under their feet shaking. It took him a moment to realize what was happening. Sephiroth was casting his strongest Quake spell. If this continued, the ground would cave-in, taking them with it. Did Sephiroth realize this? Did he even care?

"Stop you fool!"

"Do you fear death? Is that why you're telling me to stop?"

"You have no sense of reason!" he cried as he broke away, turning and running away from the other man. When he was no more than ten feet away, he felt some invisible force come over his body. He knew immediately what had just been done. Sephiroth had cast a Stop spell on him, and now he couldn't move, and yet the ground continued to shake violently. He tightly shut his eyes, willing himself to vanish. Had he been any slower, he would have fallen into a pit. He quickly turned around and found that Sephiroth was floating above the massive chasm, glaring at him darkly.

"Impressive, but even you are no match for me!" he exclaimed as he cast a Bolt spell on him. He cried out in pain as he was forced onto his knees, and soon the ground began to shake once more. He growled as he opened his eyes, glaring at Sephiroth then leapt to his feet and lunged towards him, ignoring the fact that there was now no ground below his feet. The surprised look on Sephiroth's face only fueled his anger and he drew his sword, swinging it at an angle. Sephiroth cried out in pain and rage as the blade slashed him diagonally across his chest then cried out as the boy grabbed his ankle before he had the chance to fall.

"If I'm the one who's going to fall, then I'll be damned if I don't take you with me!" he cried as he glared up at him with hate filled eyes. He narrowed his eyes once more, preparing to cast another lighting spell.

Vincent quickly made his way through the halls of the Shinra mansion, disposing any monster that got in his path as he made his way towards the stairwell that would eventually take him to the hidden library. Although this place brought back a countless amount of emotional pain, he felt that something had happened. His instincts were telling him to get down the stairs, no matter what happened. As he entered the room, he found that the door was already open. He cast a quick glance around then entered the stairwell, looking down to the floor that seemed too far away to reach. He growled softly as he tightly closed his eyes then leapt over the railing, not caring at the moment how many broken bones he would get from the fall. However before he made impact with the floor below him, Chaos's wings appeared in a flash, slowing his fall so that he landed without a sound. For several long moments he was unbalanced, but then the wings vanished just as quickly as they appeared. Before he had any time to ponder how that had happened he noticed that Tifa was lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood. Not too far away lay cloud's sword, covered in blood, and further away from that lay Cloud himself, also surrounded by a pool of blood. He gasped softly as he ran up, kneeling beside Tifa as he took out his Life materia, quickly casting the spell on her then casting his strongest Cure spell on her wound. If only Yuffie hadn't stolen his mastered Restore Materia, he'd be able to fully heal her wound.

She moaned softly, but remained unconscious, the wound closing as the spell took affect. He frowned as he gently lifted her off of the floor, cradling her in his arms as he looked towards Cloud's body. Something told him that even if he tried, he wouldn't be able to revive their fallen leader, but then again, something else told him that he wasn't out of the picture yet, so it wouldn't be wise to bury his body just yet. He stared at the body a moment longer then turned and ran towards the stairs, taking them two at a time as he continued to hold Tifa. He knew eventually she would need to go to a hospital, but for now, he would take her to one of his homes, which wasn't too far from here. Once he had properly bandaged the wound, he would take her to a hospital. Again she moaned softly and he looked down to her. "Hold on, Tifa. Just a little longer, I promise," he whispered as he made his way towards the entrance of the mansion.

Cyan cried out as the ground beneath him began collapsed and leapt up, grabbing onto Sephiroth's ankles once more. Thankfully they were nowhere within the limits of Nibelhiem, or else he was afraid that innocent people would be getting hurt. Sephiroth growled softly as he kicked him with his free foot, making him lose the grip of one hand. He cried out, looking down into the chasm before tightening his grip once more. He wouldn't let Sephiroth kill him again. Once was enough. Again Sephiroth kicked him and this time he did lose his hold, falling a ways into the chasm before he caught onto a protruding root, crying out as his body hit the wall. Above him he heard Sephiroth laugh then the root burst into flame and he was forced to release it, grabbing tightly onto another one almost directly below the first. So far he had been lucky, but he had a feeling his luck was about to run out.

Again Sephiroth laughed and again the root burst into flame, but this time he didn't let go. The heat of the flames grew hotter, to a point where he wouldn't be able to hold on. He chanced a glance over his shoulder, attempting to see if there was any sign of a bottom, but he only saw darkness. Sephiroth appeared behind him then, smiling evilly, holding his sword at his side.

"You would chance the fire over the fall? Then let me help you," he growled then swung his sword, cutting the root. He cried out in surprise as the root fell away then tightly closed his eyes, waiting for the impact he knew would come. Moments later his body struck the floor, sending a million waves of pain throughout his body. He groaned softly as he opened his eyes halfway, noticing that Sephiroth was still there, staring down at him with that same evil smile then everything became dark as he lost consciousness.

Cloud opened his eyes and instantly closed them once more, covering them with one of his hands. He had known of what to expect if he opened his eyes, but he still didn't want to believe it. For several long moments he had been arguing with himself on whether or not he should open his eyes. He had expected to see the Lifestream, but it was still hard to believe. He didn't want to be here, not when Sephiroth was on the loose, no doubt killing innocent people, if not trying to get revenge on the others. He couldn't waste his time sitting around here in the Lifestream, waiting to be reborn. Again he opened his eyes, quickly looking around.

"Cloud? What are you doing in the Lifestream?" a soothing voice asked him from behind. He quickly spun around and found Aeris standing behind him, staring at him with a worried expression on her face. For a moment his heart leapt up into his throat and he couldn't find the words to answer her.

"I was killed by Sephiroth. He somehow managed to return and took his revenge on me, and now he might be going after the others as well," he replied, his own worry clearly heard in his voice. Her eyes widened as she stared at him then ran into his arms, burying her face on his shoulder.

"Oh Cloud. I missed you so much, but this isn't your time..."

"It hadn't been you time either. You're not suppose to be dead either," he interrupted as he gently pushed her back, staring into her eyes. She looked back into his, tears rolling down her cheeks. She nodded in agreement then pushed away, drying her tears.

"No, it wasn't my time, and the planet knows this. I think I'm going to be revived by the planet, and I think I can have you revived as well, but it will take time. You just have to trust that the others will do all they can to stop Sephiroth until we're revived," she answered then embraced him once more. He wrapped his arms protectively around her shoulders, pulling her closer against him. All this time he had dwelt on the past, and now he was with her once more, and nothing would separate them. Not now, not ever.

Rufus moaned softly as he opened his eyes, finding himself in a mediocre room. He slowly reached up and brushed his hair out of his face, frowning as he felt the fabric of a bandage. It was then that he recalled Weapon attacking Midgar. For a moment he panicked, but then he forced himself to calm down. It had probably all been a bad dream, and he had fallen out of his bed, injuring himself. The door to the room opened and one of the Turks walked in. For a moment he couldn't remember his name, but then he did. "Reno? What happened, where are we?"

"Sir...we're in a small inn in Kalm. We've been staying here for about two weeks now..."

"Why aren't we in Midgar?"

"Midgar was destroyed sir...when Weapon attacked, and also when Meteor began it's decent. Only those who aren't in their right mind still live there, and it has now been infested with monsters."

"If it was destroyed, then how am I still alive?" he demanded as he probed himself onto his elbows, glaring at the Turk. If this was some kind of joke, he wasn't enjoying it.

"We don't know how you survived the events sir. We only recently found you in the basement of Shinra Headquarters, and that was two weeks ago."

"How long has it been since Meteor?"

"That happened about two months ago, sir. Reeve has now taken over what's left of Shinra Incorporated and is trying to rid Midgar of the monsters so that repairs can start. Only the slums are inhabitable, and even then it's still too dangerous to live there, but Reeve is determined to rebuild Midgar, minus the upper levels..."

"What of the rest of Avalanche?"

"I'm not entirely sure, sir. About two weeks ago, Rude and I were in the bar run by Tifa, and we told them about a series of mysterious deaths that have been going on. None of them have come back since. I'm starting to think that it's possible that Seph..."

"Don't say that name. I don't want to hear it, and even if it was possible, then he is only interested on getting revenge on Avalanche, correct?"

"It's safe to assume that, but we have no idea what 'he' will do after he gets his revenge. 'He' may call on Meteor again once there is no one standing in his path," he answered as he brushed some of his hair out of his face, narrowing his eyes a bit. Rufus stared at him blankly then laid back down, moaning softly as a nauseating wave passed over him. Reno was right, of course. There was no telling what Sephiroth would do after he dealt with Avalanche. Perhaps he would summon Meteor once more. If that were the case, then wouldn't it be best to join with Avalanche and rid the world of the nuisance once again?

"Reno, find anyone from Avalanche and bring them here, no harm done. It's high time we stop sitting on our asses, and do something to help the world, instead of damage it," he ordered as he closed his eyes. The last thing he heard before he fell asleep was Reno's muffled reply, followed by a closing door.

Cyan released a slow, pain filled moan as he began to regain consciousness. His entire body hurt, and he barely recalled why. He remembered Sephiroth attacking him, and then falling into the pit, but that was all. He attempted to roll onto his side, but found he couldn't. For a moment he panicked and quickly opened his eyes, shifting his gaze to the right and finding that he was bound to a table, or something to that effect. Over to the left, he heard bitter laughter then Sephiroth emerged from the shadows, staring at him evilly.

"Finally decided to wake up, did you?" he demanded as he drew his sword. Cyan tried to say a remark of some sort, but found that his mouth had been gagged. "All for the better. Now, at least no one can hear your screams," he continued, still smiling that evil smile, slowly advancing towards him, sword at his side. Now Cyan did begin to panic. This wasn't the position he wished to be in, and at the moment he wished he hadn't come with Tifa and his father. "Of course I'll be fair, and give you a chance to answer some questions I have. If you don't cooperate, well...do I really need to elaborate?" he inquired stopping beside him. He quickly shook his head, glancing down at his blade before looking back up to him. "I'm glad to hear that," he finished as he pulled the gag away from his mouth.

"...Ask your questions," he whispered, closing his eyes in defeat. What other choice did he have, other than die...again? This time, he feared that no one would be there to bring him back. He had cheated death once, but he doubted he'd be able to do it again.

"You seem eager enough..."

"You should know why. I don't want to die, and if answering your questions prevents it for a time, then I'll take that chance. Dieing once was enough for me..."

"I wish I could see things as you, but that's not the point," he interrupted, smiling evilly as he leaned down closer to him. "Time to play a little game. I'm not in the best of moods at the moment, and you crossed my path at the worst time...so now it's only a matter of your cooperation. Each question you answer, no harm will come to you. Each question you don't answer, well...let me put it this way, you'll egret not answering them in the long run, and you will wish for death. How does that sound to you?"

"That's a game!? Sounds more like torture..."

"Think of it as you will. Now my first question is merely...who are you?"

"My name is Cyan Valentine..."

"Valentine? As in Vincent Valentine, the man who wears the red cloak and has a clawed hand? He's your father?"

"Yes, yes, and yes," he answered, blinking once as he glanced back down to the sword, remembering the first time he had felt its cold touch within him. It hadn't been pleasant, and for a moment, he remembered that he had felt a sort of jerking motion, almost as if something had been trying to rob him of his very soul.

"I'd pay attention if I were you, or else you might just regret it," Sephiroth stated, bring him out of his thoughts. He gasped softly as he looked back up to him, and he knew that the other man had seen his fear, for he was now smiling. "Ah...so my sword scares you, does it?" he inquired, slowly raising the blade. The pale light in the room was reflected off of it, and he tightly closed his eyes, seeing spots of a moment. "Does it?" he inquired as he rested the cold steel against his throat.

"More than death itself..."

"And why is that?"

"That's no natural sword. It...does something...to each person it strikes..."

"You're very perspective. It does do something to each victim. It robs them of a part of their soul...their very existence. I suppose that's what drew me to this blade in the first place. That doesn't matter though," he interrupted as he turned away. "How is it possible that you look some much like me, except for the minor details that is?"

"You were lied to when you were told that Hojo was your father. He wasn't, and Jenova wasn't your mother. Your true parents were Lucrecia and Vincent. Hojo took credit for your birth, and tormented Vincent with the experiments he put him through..."

"What experiments?"

He shook his head slowly, closing his eyes for a moment. "I'm not sure what Hojo did, but somehow he injected Vincent with cells that allowed him to genetically mutate into different creatures...Galian Beast, Chaos Beast, and two others. He...also did something to his left hand; making it possible to replace it with the clawed hand he has now..." he explained, closing his eyes once more. He felt horrible for explaining about what happened to his father, but if he didn't...there was no doubt in his mind that he'd get reacquainted with the Masamune once more. Not something he wanted to go through again, especially now that he knew what happened when he was struck with it. Sephiroth now had a thoughtful look on his face as he rested his elbow on the edge of the table, resting his chin on his knuckles.

"But none of this explains how you look like me. Can you answer this?"

"No, not for the life of me. Our...my mother..."he corrected when Sephiroth glared at him. "Had brown hair, while my father had black. How the silver fits in I don't know..."

"Not the answer I was looking for," Sephiroth interrupted as he stood to his full height, raising his sword before impaling it in his right shoulder. Despite his efforts, a loud cry escaped his lips as he tightly closed his eyes, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"I honestly don't know! My mother told me that when I was born, I had jet-black hair, just like my father, but as I grew older, the black changed to silver, except for my bangs! I honestly don't know how I have silver hair!" he wailed, keeping his eyes closed, a burning sensation beginning in his shoulder. Sephiroth stared down at him then pulled the sword free, grinning as Cyan cried out again. This was turning out funnier than he had thought it would. Cyan, who claimed he was his younger brother was so easily scared, and fun to torture.

"Well, that's too bad, isn't it?" he inquired as he raised his sword again, but froze as Cyan glared at him, his eyes flashing dangerously. He hesitated then prepared to stab him again, but upon hearing the ropes snapping, thought better on it and backed away as the boy began to change. He had seen this before, when Vincent had transformed. It was exactly the same, and soon he found himself staring into Galian Beast's blazing eyes. It snarled viciously at him then turned and fled, knocking the table over as it leapt off. Sephiroth watched in amusement as he crashed through the door, sending splitters and large pieces to the floor. "So, little brother...you wish to play, do you? Fine. I'll play your little game of hide and seek, but once I find you, you'll regret it," he hissed as he sheathed his sword, sprinting after the Galian Beast with a grin on his face.