Hi everyone! Aer_seph4eva here and I have finally managed to gain the inspiration to write again. Yay... I want to say a great big thank you to everyone who has supported and reviewed this fic, I so very much appreciate it. ARIGATOU!! ^_^!!!

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A bright streak of gold glistened against the snow-caked horizon, bringing a soft glow upon a small yet quiet village in the snowy mountains. As the sun began to rise over the mountains of Nibel, the sounds within the houses grew louder as the people residing within began to awaken to their peaceful daily life. Small children dashed out of their homes adorned in their favourite warm sweaters and matching hats. Their cheeks already rosy and bright by the prickling winds that swept across their little noses, as they ran off to play in the layers of the fresh, crisp snow. They tossed snowballs and made snow angels, indulging in their own childish entertainment, unaware of the very past horrors which slept in the depths of the snowy mountains of their hometown. Their youthful minds, already too young to look past the lies of their hometown, the unanswered questions of why the villager were so quiet, so empty, as if fearing the tourists which would happen to pass by. Believing that their silence would hide the dark secrets and mysteries residing in what seemed like a peaceful village at first glance. The small town of Nibelheim held a hidden story of a great bloody massacre and the beginning of what could have been the end.

That was what Cloud Strife saw every day he looked out of his window and down at the base of the street, watching the everyday folk pass by his house without a care in the world. Going to work, earning a good pay and then retiring to their homes where they could relax in a loving environment of their family. The people seemed so fake and unnatural to him. No, the very town itself was so fake and unnatural to him and he always felt revolted from it. He couldn’t even understand why he decided to actually live within the ghost of a town even though he knew at one point in time that he actually did grow up there.

“But that was then,” he sighed, the early dew mist causing his breath to come out as hot steam against his window. “This is now.” Taking one last glance to the snowy streets below him, the one renowned blonde hero of the world pulled back the curtains and displaced himself from the real world to his own isolation of his home.

Somehow, everything had managed to go wrong for him all throughout his life, as he padded over towards the unmade bed, sitting down upon the rumpled blue covers. All the events of his past had all been tainted with the pain of loss, and emptiness which had spiralled down into self-loathing. A hatred for himself for what he had made himself become and a sadness for what he knew he could never become. Cloud could very well summarise his own life within a mere two sentences.

‘A boy who could never fulfil his dreams so he had to live through another. And even then, he could not accomplish anything but death of others.’

His eyes which were always known for being bright azure beacons of light had now hazed over into a sullen misty blue, void of life as the steady illness of depression began to manifest and take over his soul, leaving nothing but a vessel that had never accomplished anything and never would.

“When did I ever manage to get this low?” he questioned quietly to himself as he stared into the mirror, his face seeming so unlike his own, as his bare hand touched his ashen face and pulled away a few sweaty blonde bangs from his vision. He had sunk deep within the pains of despair, became drowned within his very own demons and there was no-one who would be able to pull him up to breath.

“Well there was someone.” Cloud pointed out to himself with a resigned sigh. “Two in fact......” he whispered after a moment as two female faces began to form within his mind. Both of them as different as the seasons yet both just as desirable... Aeris...She was like the Summer. Her skin was more of a honey hue surrounded around locks of chestnut brown. She had eyes bearing the deepest forest green which expelled deep warmth, innocence and honesty, essences which Cloud had never believed he would ever see from the eyes of another... However, Tifa was more like the Winter, with her exotic features of alabaster skin contrasting against her soft lengths of chocolate brown. She always had a soft smile complimenting with her crimson red eyes showing a constant optimism, and a brightness which seemed to never extinguish. These two girls that had managed to mould Clouds heart, as much as the blonde wished it were untrue. His heart clenched at the fact that he had no chance at claiming either though. One he had lost from a fight with death. A fight which he could never ever oppose and conquer...while the other....

His shook his head, blonde spikes tossing from side to side. “I had to let her go...It was the only way... If she stayed any longer, I would have tainted her like everyone else I cared for....and she could have ended up like...” he didn’t even want to finish his sentence, as the conscious of his mind bit his lip from saying her name out loud. Her death still seemed so fresh although it had happened at least a month ago. He could still fully remember her sparkling green eyes which displayed such sincere emotion, and the way that her lips would curl up with her own smiles. They always managed to make his heart melt.... and the way that the lips would form a small line and her delicate eyebrows would furrow when she was angry. But now, she was not here anymore to laugh at him, to tease him, or to even love him.

He had now became aware that his eyes had began to tear up at the memory of her so he hastily wiped them away. His body shivered as his mind gave continuous flashbacks from when he saw metal meet skin. The sickening sound of bone cracking and the fresh splatter of blood upon his feet. His hand cradled against the sides of his face, his mouth trembling as if not knowing whether to snarl with anger or whether to cry quietly in the confinements of his isolation. His shoulders quaked yet again as the sudden flash of aquamarine eyes invaded his vision and then a face appeared showing a demonic grin of delight as its tongue slid across his teeth. Cloud re-watched as his arch enemy wrenched the handle of his blade out of his victim causing more liquid crimson to splatter across his face and upon SOLDIER uniform. The memory was just too much for Cloud as he tossed his head from side to side quickly moving to his feet. It was then that his ‘Rage’ won over ‘Control’ as he roared out to the heavens swiping away at everything within his range, hearing the smash of glass and the streak of red oozing down its now crooked edges and down his hand.

His eyes lowered to his hand, inspecting the thin tears upon his skin. “Why does everything I touch make my hands bleed..... my heart bleed with sorrow?” the blonde exclaimed at the sudden sting of pain from his wound. Letting out another animalistic cry of rage, Cloud reached up and threw his arms around in a mad fury, knocking down various items and objects off his bureau and making dents in the wall. After pounding his fists repeatedly against the now bloody wallpaper, his energy left him as he let his body slide down against the wall to the floor in self despair, his eyes hidden beneath unruly bangs, while his chest heaved with spent energy. The blonde moved his hands to his sides before pulling back with reflex as his hands passed across a hard object. His head turned to the side as his hand moved to pick up the item, blue eyes trailing across the wooden surface before turning it around to its front. His face was unreadable as his calloused hand trailed across the photo held within the trapped glass. A pair of smiling faces looked up from within the frame.

‘Tifa’. His dry lips cracked into a smile as his thumb curved around the side of the brunettes face, her eyes twinkling crimson as she had her arm latched around him. A memory trapped on paper of one of the merrier times during his journey with his friends. His eyes softened as he thought of one of his closest friends. Tifa, possibly one of the only girls in his life that truly understood and felt the same pain that he had managed to live through, yet she still seemed to handle it better. She didn’t lose her mind when she lost everything. She held underlying strength that even he wished he could possess yet she also held a charming softness which could melt even the hardest of hearts. His included.

“She freed the real me...” Cloud whispered as a tear dropped upon the photo. “She separated me from my foolish childhood dreams and reality...” Then in an instant they hardened as he remembered the way he treated her what seemed like only a few hours ago. The violence he gave out upon one who he truly cared for showed himself his questionable sanity. How undeserving of life and truly messed up he had become.

“She cannot have me. She doesn’t deserve someone as fucked up as me.” Cloud laughed with no humour, trying to block out the sound of his hand against her cheek. Guilt eating away at the fragility of his mind. He knew that he drunk too much that night but he couldn’t blame that. The Mako in his very veins gave him tolerance which went high above a humans intake, so the only thing he could blame was himself.

“I guess it is better this way....She won’t have to fear living with someone as fucked up as me......” Cloud said to himself as another voice in his head doubted his decision.

The blonde shook his head at his conscience, clearly disbelieving it. “It has nothing to do with her.”

‘Oh really? You made it seem you hated her as much as Sephiroth, that you like Aeris more than her.’ His mind held a mocking tone towards it.

Cloud flinched but took the blow head on. The inner thoughts of his depression finally kicking in. “I needed her to hate me. I had to say that for that was the only way she would leave me.” The blonde responded staring down at the picture within his hands.

‘You are an idiot.’ his mind answered in a deadpan voice.

Cloud cracked a grin, finally agreeing upon on thing. “Perhaps...That’s why I had to make her leave,” the blonde continued looking down at her happy face in the picture that was captured in Costa Del Sol, when all of the gang was together before the fight with Sephiroth. His mind was drawing back to all the happy memories albeit few, he had experienced with all of his friends on his journey to vanquish ShinRa.

‘.................What are you going to do now when you are alone?’ a sudden voice questioned as Cloud broke out of his reverie and landed back into the painful truth of reality.

The blonde snorted. “As if you wouldn’t know. Live in self misery of course.”

‘..........you really are an idiot.....now you have lost another people you cherished most,’ his other thoughts scolded to which Cloud could only shrug dismissively, having nothing against the truth of the words, although they did manage to make his heart pang slightly with pain.

“I freed Tifa from me, as she freed me from myself,” Cloud spoke out loud wishing more than now that his thoughts would let him rest. He was in no mood with a argument with himself. He already knew he wasn‘t fully stable and having a verbal match with yourself was more than hovering over the borderlines of sanity.

His conscience seemed to ignore him. ‘You’ve chained her to her pain. You were her only link to her past...her future...’

The blonde shook his head in disagreement. “No, she has a life to live....I haven’t....She can find a lover...have a family...” he stated hesitantly, as he closed his eyes with pain, knowing that he would never have the chance to gain what he wished his best friend to have.

‘Isn’t that what you want?’ Another voice asked, to which Cloud could do no more than sigh with exasperation, nodding his head in agreement.

“Wanting and having are two different things. I do not deserve it.” He stated after a moment, rubbing his temples as he leant his head against the wall.

Cloud suddenly bristled as he clenched his fists around the frame, blue eyes now open and wide with fury. “Protect her. Remember that I attacked her!”

The blonde bent his head down low, “She doesn’t deserve someone like me...” he said softly, his voice wavering.

The blonde shrugged, as his eyes lost some of their original spark. “I don’t know....She’s strong, she‘ll make it!” he exclaimed with certainty before a sudden memory jolted his mind from that opinion.

Cloud bent his head low, struggling to forget the memory of Tifa‘s tear stricken face when she came into his room two days ago, and the scarlet mark he had implanted on her skin which he saw so vividly even in the dark of the night. His hand began to tingle as he thought of his deft yet foolish movement he did within those minutes his sanity began to resurface. His face scrunched up with guilt as he remembered the scornful words he spoke to her, so full of venom and malice that seemed so unlike his usual self.

‘I swore at her....I even.....compared her to Sephiroth......Oh gods... I am such a bastard..” Cloud groaned in utter misery, slapping one hand to his head.

He lowered his eyes to the image of her in his other hand, fighting not to loose control of his senses.

‘How could you do that to her, you’re childhood friend? You’re first crush?’

Cloud couldn’t find the words to answer those questions. “.............”

He then stated after a moment, his mouth dry and his face void of emotion. “ Are you trying to say that I was wrong to let Tifa leave?”

“Obviously,” the blonde said sarcastically. “...I bet she left town this town ages ago and is on the other side of the continent by now. Probably someplace warm in Costa Del Sol or with Cid in Rocket Town.”

“Aren’t you helpful....” Cloud scoffed with annoyance at himself, rubbing his now aching forehead as his eyes lazily stared down at the picture, having a uncomfortable feeling that perhaps he had made the wrong choice, and maybe it were better if he had not reacted so soon so forcefully. But for now, he knew for certain that Tifa would not return to see him, not after what he did to hurt her. He would never see her coy smiles, her soothing touches, her soft whispers of reassurances when he thought that he was about to be swallowed into the depths of his depression. She was his lifeline which he clung to desperately as to not plummet down into the darkness. But he had cut the very string that was keeping him afloat and now there was no-one who could pull him back from his own mental demons. She was gone and it was all of his fault. He pondered that idea until realisation slapped him across the face.

“What have I done?” And with that whisper of disbelief, he dropped the picture from his hands and cried.

The first thing Tifa felt, were a sharp sting resonating from her knees. She glanced down slowly to find herself caked head to toe in snow. A few jagged rocks surrounded her form which then answered the question to why her body was bleeding. Sharp winds suddenly blew around her, causing her to flinch in reflex as snow pounded upon her bare arms and soaked themselves into her skin. She turned her head down to the floor as she struggled to make herself rise to her feet. The struggle was painful but she was rewarded from the effort as her body sluggishly moved from the snow. Finding herself fully able to stand, Tifa rose her head upwards against the biting winds and surveyed her surrounding for the first time. All around her was layers and layers of built up snow and no other thing in sight. She shuddered slightly to herself, feeling somewhat alone before beginning to trudge forward, hoping that she would find something she would recognise or a shelter of some sort she could warm herself in. The harsh winds blew over the bleeding scratches on her legs causing them to numb with the cold. The pain had long past her as her eyes searched within the dismal scene of never ending snow which was the only path she could follow. After a while of endless walking, the girl found out that she was too full of fatigue any longer to walk. Her legs far too numb to walk and her mind too full of sorrow to even think properly. Her knees fell to the ground as her breath bean to come of in pants, wisps of smoke passing from her lips. She didn’t know how long she had been walking, remembrance had long passed her as her head bowed down at her hands which held the beginnings of frostbite, calloused and cold from the many battles she had fought in her lifetime. She kneeled in the snow for a moment, feeling the winds entwine itself within her hair and the cold snow sliding beneath the cotton of her vest.

She felt horrible. Cold, wet, and utterly chilled to the bone she could grit her teeth and bear, but the utter loneliness around her was what was causing her to lose focus. The utter bleakness of snow surrounding her, gave her no path to follow. No way out of the empty wasteland where everything was the same. Nothingness behind her and nothing before her.

‘The sweet taste of Oblivion. Oh joy, and it looks like I will be walking this path of loneliness yet again...’

That was what she had felt all of her life of endless travel. There was eternal emptiness because she had no true destination before her and she couldn’t trace back, for there would only be emptiness to greet her as she had no true home to go to.

Her body shuddered suddenly, totally swept away by her emotions, from how utter loneliness had now grown to be apart of her. It felt it was consuming her from within making her unaware that her surrounds were swirling around her, moulding and changing until the white lands changed into bleak darkness, and a cobbled path was painted beneath her, indicating her way. She gave of a deep sigh as she rubbed her eyes in resignation of her depression before whipping her head up startled at the unexpected transformation of scenery. There was a lack of coolness within the air, and the sudden change of light which made shivers run down the girl’s spine. Tifa’s crimson eyes darted in the darkness as she pulled herself up to her feet, looking down to see a path that was now visible before her.

“A path...?” Tifa questioned as she took a few steps upon it, searching towards the far distance but only seeing pitch darkness.

“One path which I can follow...”

She began to walk further forward, her body tense still unsure whether or not she was in a dream or some warped up reality. It was then she suddenly stopped as she saw a green light emanate softly in the distance. Not knowing how or why, but she suddenly found the energy to run towards this new apparition that stood out from within the darkness. She paused mid-step as she noticed a fork within the road, each bearing dramatically different pathways. One was bathed in a green light, where dark statues stood in a line, as if showing the way. While the other was startlingly white like that of the snow she had encountered earlier, and what seemed like a small town in the distance. On further speculation she suddenly felt like she had a connection with the area and couldn’t help but gasp as she recognised a small water tower and a gigantic mountain peering over a little village.

“Nibelheim!” She began to move hastily forward to the right in the direction of her home but then felt her body pause as she looked at the left path again. The green light still resonating within the darkness giving it an almost eerie appearance while the right path held nothing more than safety and knowledge that it was her home. She began to take another step to the right.

She jumped back with shock, not expecting another voice besides her own.

“Who...who’s there?” Tifa stated with a slight hesitation of fear, moving her body into a fighting stance, her eyes alert as she turned her head around to try and find the owner of the voice.

The female warrior furrowed her eyebrows with bemusement, still holding up her dukes in anticipation. “What do you mean? Who are you?” she called harshly, trying to hide her fear by fuelling her anger.

The voice was silent for a moment as if contemplating her words. “What path do you truly wish to follow Tifa? Only you can answer that.”

“What is this? What’s going on?” the fighter demanded, looking upwards to where she believed the voice was coming from.

Tifa paused. “What choice?” she questioned, suspicion thick within the sound of her voice.

“Excuse me?” Tifa exclaimed with surprise, and irritation, her face trying to hide the fact that the words hit her deeper than she would have liked.

“I’m playing games? Stop speaking in riddles. Who are you?” Tifa repeated yet again her nerves sparking on end to the ideas of who this mysterious person could be. Although she was not truly certain, from how the voice sounded, Tifa assumed he was a man due to the mellow tone and the slickness of his voice only a male could ever attain.

The voice seemed to chuckle, as if it were listening to her inner thoughts. “The question should be, Who are you Tifa? Which path suits you?”

Tifa couldn‘t help but frown, her stance slowly loosening. “You’re confusing me....”

“What do you mean by path? Show yourself.” Tifa barked back, her anger once again rising towards its peak.

Tifa paused to think, having a idle look down the luminous path then toward the one which held the image of her hometown. It didn‘t take her long to decide although her voice still held a slither of uncertainty. “Nibelheim?”

The fighter‘s eyes widened thinking why she was encountering a foolish question. “Cause it is my hometown where I grew up, where I met all of my friends where...” Tifa began, counting off the reasons on her fingers before being intercepted by a dark chuckle.

“...........” Tifa had no way to respond, and couldn’t help but silently seethe. ‘Who does this guy think he is. He doesn’t know me. The problems I have encountered...’

The brunette turned her head to look down it, as if considering the choice. “It doesn’t appeal to me....” she then replied after a moment staring down at one of the closer statues clad in black, its features visible due to the hood which adorned its head. The sudden memory of the clones in Nibelheim, made her shudder visibly, causing her to turn away from the path. She didn’t want to remember anything related to HIM.

“It’s dark and gloomy, and those statues don’t look friendly...” Tifa answered, not once turning back to look at them.

She bowed her head low as if that would hide her embarrassment. “.....they make me feel uncomfortable...”

The shook her head with disagreement. “I wouldn't say I’m afraid of them. I just don’t know what lies beyond there,” Tifa answered turning back to look down the pathway sensing no warmth or cheerfulness down there like that of Nibelheim.

“I guess it is better the devil you know.” Tifa laughed weakly, shrugging her shoulders in response, to which the voice gave no answer. The brunette raised an eyebrow as a thought came to her mind.

“Are you trying to say the left path is better than the right..? Are you trying to make me choose that path?” Tifa questioned, raising her arm and pointing towards the left path.

Tifa gave a satisfied smirk. “Then it is Nibelheim then?” she stated once again walking in the direction of the snowy village.

“You have much to learn. You will understand later on. Perhaps an old friend will make you understand in the nearby future.” The voice said after a moment, a bitterness underlying its tone. Tifa tried to ignore the voice as she kept on walking, her choice of decision already made. She wasn’t about to have a change of heart now, and no odd voice was going to change her mind.

Her face visibly flinched, wanting more than anything for this odd dream to end, or at least to find someone she recognised and could help her. Not some voice that had no form.

Tifa paused mid step at the question, before shaking her head as she continued on her way. She knew that she taking the right path, going back home like a good little girl to the people who knew and loved her...... But did she really want to....?

Tifa didn’t have a chance to question what the voice meant before the room land began dance around in swirls before making her fall into darkness and beyond the eve of dreams and back to reality.

Bearing a damp cloth in one hand and a handful of mild potion in the other, the Ex- general couldn’t help but think yet again on how he had became so low as to be tending to another's wounds. A human no less. Sephiroth gritted his teeth as he applied the damp cloth upon the girl’s shoulder checking the girl’s unconscious face for any signs of waking. The Swordsman truly did not know what he was doing and he didn’t know what to think as the many feelings swarmed within him. A deep anger of how his mother had claimed power over him without his consent, using him in areas where he never felt the urge to wander. He tried to block out his thoughts on the girl as his mind went on auto-pilot, going back into his leading general role and dealing with the wounded female before him. Earlier on, he went downstairs to find his Curative materia, repeating his strongest Restore magic upon the many injuries which marred the young woman’s form.

It was his mess after all, whether he liked it or not, and Tifa was his possession to look after. His mother had claimed her for him and he would have felt pride to gain a gift from mother, if it weren’t for the foreign feeling of guilt that was welling deep inside of him as he poured some potion into one of the girl’s minor wounds and watched it seal up before him, her face cringing somewhat as the medicine began to flow within her blood.

Placing the now bloodied cloth in the bowl beside him to soak, Sephiroth yet again counted the extensive injuries that were now steadily healing in front of him. His eyes trailed longer than necessary at a jagged scar which crossed down the valley of Tifa’s breasts and finished at her mid torso. From how the mark held a soft silver sheen made the general realise that it was not due to any recent events he had been held in.

“Then why is it so familiar?” A feeling of reminiscence soon dawned upon him as his mind was swept away by into thoughts of brash actions, glimpses of faces, and blood. Piles of smouldering bodies lay scattered across a town full of a endless fire which licked at his skin yet never went far as to burn. And then the sight of a reactor and a line of steps which parted a line of encased shells? Sephiroth shook his head, trying to clear his mind, everything had suddenly became so blurry and then he couldn’t remember what even brought his mind to think upon such thoughts. His rubbed his hand against his forehead, unusually bare after the treating the girl in the bed.

His face contorted with annoyance at himself. ‘Why can’t I remember? It’s like I am trying to hold information back from myself......’

He pulled back sharply in reflex as a hand came out towards him, his eyes wide with alertness and curiosity as the Zangan warrior raised one hand upwards, as if reaching out before laying it back down to her side. For a sudden moment, Sephiroth thought that the girl had awakened but seeing as she had made no more moves, decided it was purely a subconscious reaction. The girl’s interaction had wakened him from his thoughts as he continued to finish the task at hand, tying one last bandage securely across her forehead.

‘There finished,’ he thought with a sigh of relief as he swiped back a lock of his hair. He never wanted to ever believe he would be a humanitarian, on the contrary, he didn’t like it when others touched him, but to be touching another.....that was utter blasphemy in his eyes. His godlike hands, tending the wounded.... He only believed the right form of contact was through the arts of war. Nothing else.

Now all that was left around him was the blood upon the sheets and the option of finding clothes for the nude girl. Sephiroth moved up from his kneeling position on the floor, realising for the first time that the blood from the bed had somehow weaved a way into his silver locks, sending the tips a copper hue.

“Blast!” he cursed as he pulled away from the bed, flipping his hair over his shoulder, his annoyance clearly expressed across his features, not really irritated at the mess but more of his present situation. This girl was semi invalid, and he have to keep her in his care. That thought seemed to irritate him further

‘But why should I care for her? I could kill her now and put us both out of our misery.’ the swordsman sighed in exasperation.

‘I don’t feel guilt.’ He said with contempt at that defying thought which sprung to mind.

Sephiroth didn‘t know how to respond. ‘................’

“She used to belong to that puppet.” Sephiroth stated in a deadpan voice, before another thought came to his mind which caused his lips to twitch upward with amusement.

‘I wonder how he would react if he knew what current state he knew his girl was in? How she has been claimed as mine.....’

His lips moved into a evil smirk ‘First I take about his little flower-girl, now I take away his little childhood friend? Serves Strife right, ruining all of my plans. He ruined my life, so I ruined his.’ Sephiroth chuckled to himself which soon grew silent as he looked down at the girl before him.

“Stupid humans. Why does your species cause such confusion and pain?” He all but growled, not truly understanding why his temper was vastly rising at his tormented thoughts. Usually he had always managed to stay calm and composed even when he felt his mind slowly sinking deeper within the confinements of darkness.

He looked down at her face watching as her eyelashes flickered slightly in her slumber, her skin pale while her lips still held the traces of dried blood among the segments. Her breathing shallow and fairly weak as she laid in a nude state upon a bloodied bed.

There was just something about the picture, that made Sephiroth seem like something was not right, but he couldn’t pinpoint it out. He had slaughtered thousands of men women and children. He had never felt fazed nor hesitant when given strict orders to wipe out whole towns and cities. Then why was he feeling different when there was only one girl? One girl who had fought out to kill him who was close friends with his rival, perhaps even lovers...It didn’t make sense to him at all...

‘Maybe because I will have to live with one of my victims for the rest of my live.... or at least until I can dispose of her.’

Sephiroth turned away from her face, feeling somewhat abashed which his conflicting feelings. He moved to his feet and took a few steps away from the girl, as if the distance would help relieve the confusion on his mind.

“I still do not understand why would mother want to become a part of such a inept race. I would rather live as a wandering spirit than to poison myself by sharing with their blood.” The swordsman spat with contempt, aquamarine eyes blazing with fury having the sudden urge to fight off his energy rush..

He made his way towards the door, before turning to look back at the girl on the bed. “At the very least. At least I now have a new puppet to play with. Pity she doesn’t have Jenova cells, that could have made things much more easier to handle.’

“You better awaken soon little one. I do not wish to be mated with a weakling.” And with that he closed the door unaware of the fact that crimson eyes had opened in that instance.

Phew. Finished this chapter. I feel somewhat annoyed today for the fact that I have been playing on FFX and I have been trying to defeat Dark Yojimbo in the Tomb of the Stolen Fayth with my Yojimbo. I had always managed to get to the 4th Dark Yojimbo before dying, and then today, just for the hell of it, I gave Yojimbo 666 gil each time he fought..... and what do ya know, he defeated Dark Yojimbo 1, 2, 3 and 4......and then he had to use his foolish initiative and use Wakizashi instead of Zanmato. I so hate him at the moment. Why won’t Yojimbo listen to me?!?! Is there anyone out there who knows how to make Yojimbo use Zanmato frequently, cause mine’s being an arse.

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