Okay, people, here's the skinny. I don't know much at all about Final Fantasy VII or any of the games really. I played a little of FFVIII once and I thought is stunk because of the battle system. I'm just not a fan of controlling more then one person at one time. I prefer games like Zelda where you control one character through the whole game or games like Vampire Hunter D (yes, it is a game too) where your person dies and you control another until your original is revived, point is one character at a time and I'm happy.

What drove me to write this and seek out and play Final Fantasy VII was… SEPHIROTH! After seeing a few FFVIIAC trailers and bothering a friend of mine I just had to buy this game, so yeah, Sephiroth has successfully brought another fan over. Why must I fall in love with the evil guys? Why must the evil guys be so damn hot? Why must the hot guy be insane?

Disclaimer: I don't know Final Fantasy at all.

I don't know a lot of the story, so if I get things wrong assume I did it on purpose to add to the story's excitement. Also, this is my first real shot at Yaoi and could also be by first lemon later on! So enjoy…

Blood & Blades

Chapter 1

Loud music boomed nonstop in the club. The flashing lights created a rush of color, and wonder. It was almost like a thunderstorm, in that the flashes of lightning would catch your eyes and the next thing you knew the loud cracking sound of thunder followed. That's how a club was set, the lights would draw you in and the music either scared your ass away or kept you staring like a retard.

Inside people of various shapes and sizes became lost in the music and some seemed to become soulless zombies whose very life was the very music playing, and was thought if the music ever stopped they'd form an angry mob and attack till the music was restored. One of these 'sound-zombies' tonight was a young blonde named, Cloud Strife.

He hadn't come here with anyone and didn't plan on leaving with anyone as far as he knew. Cloud had just come to party his worries away with lights, music, and a cornucopia of different alcohols just itching to help him.

However, on the other side of the dance floor a group of men were eyeing Cloud. The blonde had caught their eye with his dancing and often making others laugh at his behavior. These thugs had come to the conclusion that this young man was well off in terms of money, judging by the drinks he was ordering. These men were going to have fun mugging him and maybe do a little more then that. The fact the blue eyed man was rather good looking made other possibilities come to mind as to what they could do to him.

What time is it? Cloud thought looking down at his watch. It was a gift from Tifa to try keeping him from losing track of time, 11:45pm… I'd better get going. Barret nearly broke my door down last time I slept in from being out to long. But, that was the price of living in an apartment building with your friends. If they noticed something a miss then they were going to make sure everything was alright. Can't say that I blame them; after our adventure last year who wouldn't be a little edgy when something isn't what it's suppose to be? Cloud was sure they'd little back up after they had enough time to relax. One would think Cloud what be the most edgy of them all, but surprising he wasn't. He had his moments where he over reacted to strangers with long silver-ish looking hair.

The ex-SOLDIER weaved his way through the large crowd, unaware he was being followed. The bouncer smiled and waved at him when he walked out. Cloud had been coming here quite often and was now good friends with the bouncer; from time to time he'd stop and chat awhile.

The sky was dark and cloudy; a few stars were able to be seen. It was raining earlier, the proof was the puddles of water along the alleyways, it must have rained while he was in the club.

Cloud shoved his hands into his pockets and started home on food. He wasn't sure if he was going to get drunk so he left his bike at home. The air smelt clean and unsaturated by many sweating bodies moving to the same beat.

The men from before followed their target out of the club and stayed at a distance, they waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. Finally, the spiky hair boy stopped to what appeared to be viewing the scenery. That's when they made their move.

"Hey you!" came a deep voice.

Cloud turned around to see two guys looking at him, the light of the partly visible moon catching the medal of the guns that had. By pure instinct he reached back for his sword but as soon as he had he remembered that he had left his sword at home. Cloud's mind raced, he thought going to a club would be safe enough not to bring his sword, much less his materia.

Two guys…even with guns I can take them. Cloud thought getting ready to defend himself.

The thugs smirked to themselves; it appeared their friend was going to fight after all. Little did he know there were more of their friends coming up behind him. They drew closer to distract the blonde from behind him. They aimed their guns threateningly.

"What do you want?" Cloud shouted.

When they didn't answer he became nervous and uneasy by the way they approached. Then, suddenly he was kicked down to his knees and his arms were being held by two large guys. He soon realized that these men were from the dance club he had been at.

"Well, did you have fun dancing, boy?" Blue eyes looked up. A man a little on the chubby side appeared behind the two thugs in front of him. His hair was mid-length and was on the ugly side what with the look at if it had been dyed to many colors at once. Greasy fingers grabbed the blonde's chin and forced them to look eye to eye. Cloud could see the greed and lust growing in this man's eyes, not to mention in the eyes of his little minions.

"You know I watched you in the club. Considering how much you drank I'm surprised you aren't acting more like a drunken person." Said the man again bending over to look closer into the spiky haired boy's face, "I love your eyes… they glow in the moon light. Or is that want to be with us showing?"

Cloud snapped his head back away and spit in the thug master's face, "What do you want?"

"Your money, you must be loaded by the way you were spending your doe on drinks. However, now that we can see you up close a little more 'action' might be in order." The fat man smirked watching their prisoner struggle. He had almost gotten lose, maybe he was stronger then he looked.

Now normally I'm not one to run like a coward, but then again normally I'm not one to not bring my sword or materia with me… Cloud thought to himself, closing his eyes, in that case I wont run like a coward, I'll… just use a tactical retreat.

With a burst of strength, the ex- SOLDIER tore away from his holders, and jumped back a few feet. Once a safe distance was made he turned to run, the thugs began to fire their guns on him.

The loud sounds echoed like shockwaves through the alleyways as they ripped through the air. Something between a gasp and cry of pain escaped cloud's mouth as one bullet hit him in the left shoulder and another grazed his right. He fell to the ground, looks of excitement painted the shooter's faces.

The flabby man smiled in a sinister way at the sight of the young man on the ground in pain, "Okay boys, go round our yo-" the looks on the thug's faces were exchanged with looks of terror and fright as their boss was run through on a long sword. The leader's eyes watered with pain as blood spread from the wound and came from his mouth as well.

Taking a moment from the intense pain around his shoulders, Cloud looked back just in time to see the leader fall forward with the long sword still jammed into his back. His eyes widened to a size unbelievably possible.

"Ma…masamune…" his mind couldn't grasp that sword and why it was here. Only one person in the whole world could use that sword, and he was dead. Instantly he jumped to a conclusion, that isn't masamune… it can't be. It's has to be a fake, some sort of cruel joke.

Cringing at he pain that shot through his shoulders when he made his way to his feet and began to try to get as far away from that sword real or not.

A dark figure walked out of the shadows. Its long black cloak covered it completely, leaving nothing to be seen but a pair of glowing blue-green eyes. Though the figure was cloaked in the protection of the cloths just by looking at its body structure you could tell it was most definitely a man under there. With slow steps the figure came to the sword and pulled it out while the other thugs watched shaking in their boots.

"Who are you man?" said one of the guys with a shaky voice.

"A friend," the figure began, "of that man you took it upon yourself to wound." His low voice slipped from his tongue like water. He drew closer with his long sword glistening in the moonlight.

The others raised their guns but were too late and the cold steel of the sword laid its deadly kiss upon their bodies with one swing.

The figure stood watching the sky, his hands tucking away the sword only know as masamune under his cloak. Black gloved hands traveled up to the hood of the figure and in one motion the hood revealed thick, long silver hair. Pale skin reflected the glow of the moon light making it seem as though it glowed. The clouds were becoming more abundant and dark. The shadows fell over the figure plugging him into darkness again, his eyes giving off a faint glow.

His mind wondered to Cloud, the boy was hurt and the alcohol was probably just now beginning to take effect making hi light headed. This man knew he had to find him before someone or something else did. He want Cloud for himself, having tried to destroy the planet and failing he was surprised that he still could draw breath.

If I can't have the world, then I'll have the one who made my failure a reality…he thought to himself.

"Cloud…" He whispered into the night as he been his pursuit of the young blonde.

I have to get away… I…I need to get home before I bleed everywhere. Cloud's mind raced as he stumbled through the damp alley.

Pain seemed to fire through out his body with each step. The fact he had been drinking was starting to make his eye site become fuzzy.

"Cloud…" The blonde's eyes widened as he hesitantly looked behind him to see the same cloaked figure from before standing a few yards back. His blood stopped pumping from his heart at the site of the figure not having his hood on.

Blue-green eyes with a slight glow, pale skin, long silver hair… God… This is a nightmare. Someone please… wake me up. The wind blew cold through the narrow passage. Cloud began shaking when the wind kissed the back of his bare neck.

"You seem cold, Cloud. Come over here. I'll take care of your wounds for you while you get warm." The wind picked up the black cloak making it seem alive and unnatural.

"Se... phi... roth…" Cloud backed up slowly. That name alone sent shivers down his spine, "You're not real. What are you? Another clone or a ghost? Get away!" the young swordsman shouted, and surprised to see a look between anger, sadness, and concern painted over Sephiroth's face.

Forgetting his pain completely, Cloud turns to run down to the main street hoping this 'thing' would vanish with the shadows, but the pain refused to be forgotten and shot through his muscles. Screams of intense pain bounced off the walls like a rubber ball. A 'thud' sound was heard as the younger man fall to the ground. He pushed himself against the wall trying to use it to push him up.

Cloud came to a halt as he realized a certain dead guy was kneeling next to him, studying him. A cool hand ran down his cheek bringing his eyes to meet that of the elder warrior. They stared at each other for several minutes, before a small smile appeared on Sephiroth as he made an effort to pull the spiky blonde into his arms. The ex-general was stunned for a moment as Cloud proved to still have enough energy to fight.

"Let me go! Go away! I don't need the help of a dead man!" Cloud shouted, closing his eyes to cope with the pain as he took a shot at hitting his holder's chest as hard as he could. With an arm remaining unthreatened wrapped firmly around the wounded blonde's waist and the hand from before came back up to grab his chin, he snapped his head away only to have it sharply pulled back and was forced to look back into his old enemies eyes once again.

"Don't be stupid, Strife." Sephiroth had an annoyed glare in his eyes, and his voice proved he wasn't in a good mood, "Look at you, Cloud. You're hurt and even drunk. Plus, no even close to home. So, why do you put aside your hate for me long enough to let your wounds heal?"

"I hate you…" Cloud mumbled to himself, feeling his eyes slipping closed. He fell forward and his head fell on Sephiroth's shoulder guard.

The legendary warrior pulled his cloak off himself and wrapped it around the bleeding boy. Strong arms lifted the small form up and walked into the shadows.

To be continued…

Surprisingly this chapter was hard to write. I've been trying to write the beginning for a few weeks now but my brain wouldn't listen and would be thinking about the later chapters towards the end. On top of that I haven't written in third person in a very long time. So I'd like to say I'm sorry if it seemed choppy or anything I'm not used to third person, I've been writing in first for the longest time. Well how did I do? This is my first FFVII story so be nice. God this chapter came out long… my mind wouldn't shut up and let me call it quits.