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It was always so refreshing to see that look in the other's eye. The way he would completely tense up before trying to lash out at him with such fury, and the aftermath of all that anger would bring. Sephiroth was thoroughly enjoying each and every emotion he could read, could feel off of the other. For all of what Cloud most definitely despised in him, he could make several guesses that their ever-lasting bond was one of the worst. All it did was make him more pleased to be here.

Those eyes squinted, like a pleased feline, and he gestured towards him with all the affection shining in his expression; bitter hatred, loathsome needs and wants. All were pesky sensations he couldn't ever be rid of, desperately wanting the other's undivided attention. How much he needed to be around him just to keep his mind focused, and to always keep tabs of his skills. This was the one who defeated him, once before, after all...

"Cloud... Good to see you..."

HE WANTS TO SAY IT IS SIMPLY A SIDE EFFECT OF HIS UPBRINGING,　　ONE HE HAS NEVER MANAGED TO SHAKE COMPLETELY:　　the compulsive need to always maintain the element of surprise which is so often crucial to the difference between life and death.　or maybe it’s the idea of habit that terrifies him more than anything else.　habit breeds complacency,　complacency leads to predictability,　and he cannot allow himself to be predictable.　somehow,　　when it comes to the ex-soldier,　that’s a fate Sephiroth never quite manages to avoid,　because the moment his heels touch down on the floor of the abandoned underground test site with a barely audible creak,　he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that he isn’t alone.

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❛　Your stealth is improving,　❜　　he remarks,　words tumbling out of his lips in a rush to salvage whatever upper hand he still has.　he senses Cloud hovering a distance behind him,　his presence so palpable that he can almost count the exact number of footsteps it would take to bridge the gap between them.　even so,　it captivates him all the same.　after all,　danger has always held a certain allure for him.　they’ve been in this exact same situation before,　too,　all those years ago.　it seems every choice,　every decision,　every sacrifice invariably leads them back where they began,　like an endless loop of repeating history,　and the same mistakes,　over and over again. 

Masamune was brought up at a certain angle, and the swiftness in all of the blade's master was unmatched by any. Save one. Those emerald eyes almost seemed to sparkle with delight every single time they saw the golden spikes of his favorite person. An enemy many years in the making, Cloud Strife was his purpose for remaining. For never ceasing to exist, and he would cherish every single second they had with one another.

Swords clashing, metal screeching as he deflected and parried each blow. Though, it was clearly obvious to him that Cloud was starting to tire, while he remained nearly perfect. Each breath was taken, knowing when was appropriately needed, before he swung his weapon down, around, or even through his opponent. Today was no different, and he made sure to pierce it through nothing vital, slicing into the younger's shoulder and right out again. All to make him suffer.

"Good boy, Cloud... Bleed for me."

SPARRING/TRAINING SESSIONS WITH A DASH OF TENSION

They'd been at it for a while now and exhaustion was beginning to show but despite that it seemed that neither of them were willing to concede defeat. Noctis smirked, reaching with his free hand to brush his hair out of his eyes. He made no move to attack just yet, but he was on guard, his training blade at the ready to defend and attack when Cloud made a move.

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"Come now, Cloud. Begging doesn't become you." Sephiroth said as he circled around the blond. Fingers dancing along his shoulders, from one side to the other until he raised his hand higher to gently cup Cloud's cheek. A rather affectionate smile tugged at his lips, but the affection did little to hide the cruelty that hide in his eyes. The desire to break the other as open as a bleeding wound.

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"Oh, Cloud... you make it harder on yourself than you need to."

Sephiroth murmured the words as he materialized from the very shadows. Coming to loom over Cloud as he always did. And reached out his hand as he always did, cupping Cloud's chin in a fierce grip. Then would pull Cloud closer.

His eyes became hooded as he leaned in close, breathing in the sweet scent of the blond before he chuckled low.

"You try so hard to pretend to be something than you're not. But if you come with me, I can make you what you desire most." His tone is light and full of sinister promise.

He'd release Cloud's chin and took a step back, only to start circling Cloud slowly. His gloved fingertips played along the line of Cloud's shoulders as he went. Then up to brush over the back of his head.

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Gongaga... Aerith isn't entirely sure of how she feels now that she's there. Zack's village. His parents are still living there, and he mentioned a girlfriend to them. She knows it's her, maybe she should have told them instead of pretending. But she didn't want to hurt them. Zack has returned to the Lifestream. She could feel it when it happened. But before that he disappeared for four years, and Aerith never knew what was going on. She was heartbroken, devastated, and Elmyra was so angry because of that.