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Snow Day	By : Zerachiel Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Cloud/Sephiroth Views: 7490 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Snow day: turk and a general 3

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"I HATE THIS! I QUIT!"

A Shinra issued broadsword clattered to the ground with enough force to chip the old blade. The third classes all backed up towards the walls of the VR room away from the enraged 10 year old.

Panting hard Sephiroth glared at the sword, this was the fifth time he had misjudged the distance and weight of the large sword and ended up cutting into his own arm again. He hated broadswords they were so bulky and awkward to swing, even though he had been training since as long as he could remember he still could not wield them with the accuracy of the larger seconds.

It was infuriating and he just felt like crying. Glaring at the instructor he turned and fled the room, the others sighed many muttering about spoiled kids. Pushing angry tears away Sephiroth ran up to the elevators and hit the down button, he didn't know where he was going to go he just needed to get out of the SOLDIER area.

Grabbing the hair band he had stolen from Tseng's little bowl up by the front door he pulled it from his hair angrily letting his mid back length hair fall back against his back. He hated it, Hojo would not allow him to cut it and he hated it this long, it always got in the way of the forced training.

Reaching the first floor lobby he stepped out quickly looking around to make sure that none of the scientist were around or any of those that were supposed to watch him. Seeing it was clear he moved out his little feet moving on their own, wrapping his arms around himself he looked around trying to figure out what he was going to do. It would only be a very short time until they would come looking for him.

He shivered violently knowing that if he wasn't training he was supposed to be in the labs with his 'father' walking around the hall he found himself in front of a set of Elevators. His little brows drew down as he regarded them, these were no different than any other the others around the hall but he knew differently. These were the elevators big brother Tseng always went into, never once had he ever seen anyone else other then Turks go into these. Quickly looking around he saw no one was paying attention to the little silver haired boy he moved over to the keypad that he saw Tseng punch numbers into all the time. He remembered the position of Tseng's hand when he punched them in just not the exact numbers.

Taking another quick look around to make sure he was really in the clear he stared at the pad hard, his cat like pupils narrowing to slits, his vision started to darken until the very distinctive outlines of finger prints could be seen on the pad. Smiling at such an easy number Sephiroth quickly punched it in and was rewarded when the door slid silently open.

He didn't care how much trouble he would get in for this, he needed to see Tseng. Tseng protected him from Hojo and going to the labs all the time like his father wanted him to.

Racing into the elevator Sephiroth slammed on the door shut button and hid in the corner next to the buttons. When the door shut he looked at the buttons, there were only two one for the lobby floor and then one that obvious led to the secret lair of the Turks, or as Sephiroth liked to call it the bat cave! That comparison annoyed Tseng to no end and he loved it.

Punching the button he heard a voice sound from a small speaker. "ID and pass code required." Smirking darkly Sephiroth reached into his pants pocket withdrawing two ID cards, one his own the other a spare of Tseng's that he had stolen. You never know when you might have to impersonate a Turk around here, and it was coming in handy now.

Slipping the card into the reader he quickly punched in the code that he had seen Tseng use over and over again. Man needed to watch his back more often; he kept forgetting that Sephiroth had a photographic memory.

"Welcome Tseng Akera." Blinking Sephiroth looked down at the ID card, he hadn't known that was Tseng's last name! "How did I miss that?" he wondered out loud. He had only been around the man for three years and carting his ID card around for 2 of those years. He was a little pick pocket what could he say.

The trip down was long, there were no floors to show him exactly how many he was going down. It was long enough that he had started to pace around the elevator he could hear he was still moving so he knew the lift hadn't gotten stuck.

"Jeezes this isn't a bat cave this is the center of the earth!" feeling the elevator slow Sephiroth moved back to his corner quickly last thing he wanted was to be caught in the elevator. Feeling it come to a complete stop he held his breath as the doors opened, peeking out he breathed a sigh of relief seeing the corridor was empty.

Quickly he ran out of the elevator and down the hall, his footsteps quiet as he flattened himself against the wall and looked around another corner. 'Wow, is anyone even home?' the place was completely deserted.

Spying a door across from him he blinked large glowing eyes. Across from him was the door leading into the observatory of a training room, a red light above it glowing showing someone was in there. Curiosity getting the better of him Sephiroth gently padded over to the door and pushed it open slightly. The doors to the observation decks weren't electronic since that noise could disrupt whoever was in there.

Making sure to keep to the walls and keeping himself as flat as possible Sephiroth moved along till he was close enough that he could see over the railing of the observation deck. This was just a standard training room not the high tech VR room like SOLDIER used.

Scooting a little closer he knelt down and crawled over to the edge of the deck. His eyes went wide at what he saw bellow him.

Tseng was gracefully moving across the floor a thin bladed sword whistling through the air with his movements. His hair was still up in its customary pony tail, but he was running around in only a pair of loose fitting white pants even his feet were bare which he almost never did even wandering around his apartment.

Moving onto his stomach Sephiroth merely watched him, he didn't know Tseng knew how to wield a blade. As far as he knew Tseng was just a really, really good shot.

He didn't know how long he laid there just simply watching him; he was taking in everything about him and the sword. The sword was slightly shorter than the Shinra issued broad sword he was being forced to use and it also looked lighter. The sword seemed to sing as it cut through the air showing very high quality metal. Tseng's movements were fluid as if the sword was merely an extension of his arm and not a sharp blade.

He studied the way his muscles pulled and contracted with each move memorizing them.

Hearing a cell phone ring startled the young boy. A small squeak left his throat, realizing in horror what he had just done he clapped a hand over his mouth and quickly crawled back away from railing.

Hearing his phone Tseng was just about to put his sword down when he heard a small squeak from up above him. Frowning slightly he moved over to where his clothes were folded neatly and reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. Seeing it was the Turk on surveillance of the building he flipped it open. "Tseng." He kept one ear open to the observation deck, he had a feeling it was one of the young new female Turks up there spying on him again.

"Sir, we spotted an unauthorized personnel exiting off the elevator. The person moved to fast for us to make out who it was as the camera was panning away at that point but we could make out it was a small figure."

"Small?" Tseng questioned his eyes traveling up to the observation deck.

"Yes Sir, appeared to only be in the 4 foot range if the comparison of the stills are anything to go by."

"Did you see where it went?" he slowly set his sword down and moved to the ladder leading up to the deck.

"They looked to be heading towards the central control room but disappeared around the B-Training room."

"Understood, keep me informed." Flipping his phone shut it he kept his hand on it and finished climbing up the ladder. Reaching to the point he could look over he stopped and blinked, he should have figured it was him but in all honesty he was the last person he expected to see here.

"Sephiroth..What are you doing here?" pulling himself the rest of the way up onto the observation deck he looked over his companion. Sephiroth looked suddenly very guilty and was scuffing a boot into the metal floor under him.

Moving over to him he noticed the angry red slashes across his left arm that were still healing and the blood that was splattered across the left side of his uniform. Moving to him he knelt down in front of him seeing just in his eyes he was really upset. "You're still having trouble with the swords aren't you."

He could see angry tears building up in those eyes he had come to love, Sephiroth angrily scrubbed at his eyes but nodded. "I hate it Tseng!" he cried out, his voice breaking in pain. "I hate it.." his voice was quiet.

Sighing softly Tseng gently pulled the little boy into his arms holding him tightly. "It's alright, you'll get it." Even though he wanted to demand to know how exactly Sephiroth had managed to get down here that could wait until he calmed the boy down.

Pulling back slightly to look at the young boy he gently pushed his bangs from his face. "So what exactly is going on that is making this so hard on you?"

"I don't know, it's like I'm stuck like I can't get any better. I keep making mistakes that I shouldn't be! Not anymore, it's been years and I still can't master it!"

Gently smoothing Sephiroth's hair back he took a closer look at this left arm seeing the gashes there caused by the swords. "Are the broad swords just too bulky for you?" Sephiroth slowly nodded ashamed to admit there was something he could not use or do.

Sitting back up the balls of his feet Tseng looked down at the training ground. "Here.. let's try something." Standing back up he moved back towards the ladder and started to climb down. He watched Sephiroth leap over the edge and land easily on the deck 12 feet below.

Chuckling Tseng touched down on the floor and moved over to him ruffling his hair. "Show off." Sephiroth laughed and pushed his hand away playfully.

Picking his sword up Tseng held it out for him hilt first. Slowly taking the sword with a puzzled look on his face Sephiroth gave it an experimental swing.

The blade was so much lighter and seemed to cut though the air instead of trying to bash through it like the broad swords did, but even now it still felt awkward to hold and wield. Seeing this Tseng frowned, "Sephiroth, switch hands."

Blinking in confusion he did as he was told switching the blade to his left hand. Almost instantly that awkwardness was gone and the blade felt almost natural in his hand. Giving it a few more swings he smiled brightly seeing it was so much easier now.

"You've been trying to fight with your non dominant hand," Tseng shook his head wondering what got into his young friends head. He did everything left handed, Tseng had no idea why he would suddenly try and use his right hand for fighting.

Still swinging the sword around getting used to the feel of it Sephiroth frowned. "The instructor kept shoving it into my right hand when I dropped it, so I assumed I was doing something wrong by using my left hand."

Closing his eyes a small smile formed on his face listening to the sound of the blade singing in the air. The sound of the metal was almost calming to him, eyes still closed he started to move as he had seen Tseng do the vision of the muscles pulling playing out in front of his mind's eye.

Stepping back Tseng sat down next to his pile of clothes silently watching Sephiroth, simply giving him a new lighter sword and switching to his dominant hand seemed to have made a huge difference.

"So otouto, how exactly did you get down here?"

Sephiroth froze mid swing his back going ridged. He knew that tone of voice, that was Tseng's 'you better tell me now or so help me,' Tone. Shivering violently he kept his back to Tseng pretending to look over the sword.

"You need to tell the janitors to clean off your key pad once in a while; you might as well paint the numbers mako green with how many finger prints are stuck on there." Folding his arms across his chest Tseng continued to watch the boy. That one he could believe because he knew Sephiroth had the uncanny ability thanks to the mako in his system to see things most people couldn't.

"That explains getting on the elevator, now how about how you actually got down here."

He watched Sephiroth's body language, knowing while the boy was trying to create an emotionless mask he was far from that stage yet. Sure enough he watched his back tighten along with the fingers clutching the handle of the sword, though the boy remained stubbornly silent.

Sighing softly Tseng reached into his coat pocket and withdrew the remainder of the candy bar Sephiroth had stolen from him that morning. "Sephiroth."

Swallowing Sephiroth slowly turned around, spying the wrapper in Tseng's hand his green eyes went wide before quickly searching his pockets. "how?"

"You left it sitting in the center counsel of my car this morning." A small whimper left Sephiroth as he saw that beautiful sweet treat had been captured. He had only had a taste of it for the first time that morning but he was in love with it.

"You tell me how you got down here.. I'll give you the rest of it."

Oh shit, information or the sweet heaven in a wrapper. Before hand it would have been an easy choice he would have kept his mouth shut until Tseng gave up, but this time..

Whimpering loudly his eyes traveled over the heaven in bar form.

Making up his mind he moved over and sat down in front of Tseng, a pout firmly on his face hands resting on his shins. "Information for the chocolate." Tseng nodded, though his Turk mask was firmly in place he was laughing like a hyena in his head. He could not believe he had just found a bartering tool with Sephiroth.

"Give me the bar and I'll give you the information you seek."

"I will give you one piece, then the information. You will receive the rest only if you have told me the truth." He stressed the word making sure the child knew he was not going to give it up otherwise

Growling Sephiroth nodded stiffly and held out a gloved hand. Breaking off a small chunk Tseng handed it over, he made sure the bar was kept away from the boy knowing he was lightening fast at grabbing things out of his hand.

'Damn it.' Well so much for snatching it out of his hand. Taking the chocolate he started too much on it, he really didn't want to do this cause he knew he was in deep shit with Tseng but he always kept his word. Reaching into his pocket still munching on the melting heaven he pulled out Tseng's ID card and laid it down on the floor between them.

Tseng's eyes widened seeing this; he thought he had lost that ID card during a mission. Picking the ID card up his eyes narrowed as he regarded the young boy in front of him. You didn't have to be a master body language reader to see the guilt on this boy, it was pouring off of him in waves.

Leaning forward slightly he held up the ID card. "This has been missing for over two years, how long exactly have you had it."

Swallowing the last of his chocolate he couldn't look his big brother in the eye, instead choosing to focus on the fraying strands of fabric wrapped around the hilt of the sword. "Since I took it out of your pocket."

Closing his eyes Tseng slowly counted to ten, this was not his week it really wasn't. first Jillian, then his episode at work the next day, now returning to work and finding out the boy he considered his little brother has been running around with his ID card and snuck down into a off limit area of Shinra.

He could feel a headache coming on, and this was not going to be one of those that went away easily even with pain medication. Rubbing his eyes he pinched the bridge of his nose willing the headache to go away.

"I'm sorry Tseng."

Releasing his nose he glared at the young boy. "I will deal out your punishment later; right now I'm sure your instructors are looking for you."

Nodding Sephiroth stood up still holding the sword, he knew just by the tone of Tseng's voice he was upset with him.

Sephiroth silently watched as Tseng stood up and headed over towards an electronic door on the other side of the training room. "Come here." Jumping slightly he quickly followed after the Turk. Reaching the door his curiosity start to grow once more as he saw Tseng punching in his code, the door quickly slid to the side revealing a room filled to the brim with weapons.

His eyes widened as he saw all of them lining the walls, it seemed like there was almost every kind of hand to hand weapon in here. Tucking under Tseng's arm he moved into the room his wide eyes sweeping around the room.

"Find a sword you would like to use Seph, you can't have mine." So Tseng wasn't as mad at him anymore since he had a playful tone in his voice.

Hearing this was his sword Sephiroth looked down at the blade in his hand. The sword was old, the fabric wrappings around the handle were warn and starting to fray, inlayed on the handle was a beautiful golden Wutai dragon.

"It's an old family heirloom, my father gave it to me a few years before I left Wutai." Moving into the room Tseng gently took the sword from Sephiroth's hand sheathing it in a black lacquered sheath he hadn't seen on Tseng's person before.

"Go on."

Nodding Sephiroth headed into the weapons room his eyes looking over all the different type of weapons. No one was allowed to use anything but Shinra issued broadswords and uniforms, but hopefully if he showed skill with another type of sword they would allow him to use it.

Frowning he continued to move around the room, none of these weapons were really 'speaking' to him the way Tseng's had, he would never take a family treasure away but he had liked that sword a lot.

Seeing something glint out of the corner of his eye he stopped, hidden among a bunch of staves and pole arms leaning against the wall he caught sight of something metal. Curiously Sephiroth moved up and gently pulled the other weapons away.

Instantly his eyes went wide as what lay before him. A massive sword at least a good 3 feet taller than he was, heavily rusted and corroded it had seen better days. Reaching out he trailed a finger along the blade testing its sharpness, he expected it to be dull but was shocked to feel the edge was still extremely sharp. Even in this condition the sword could probably still cut through paper better than most brand new swords.

"What did you find?" Tseng moved up behind him, his eyes going over the sword. "Now how long has that been here." Reaching up with some difficulty Tseng pulled the sword out from behind the others, it was heavy and awkward to hold.

"Are you looking at this one? Seph, if you can't wield a broad sword you're not gonna be able to wield this one."

"But Tseng.." Sephiroth moved with him his eyes still on the blade. Sighing softly Tseng looked over the blade, it had definitely seen better days, the rust was heavy on the blade and the tsuba. The wrapping around the handle would need to be fully replaced; pushing the wrapping around the handle away he noticed a single golden angel wing menuki.

"if you can hold it, you can have it."

Squealing loudly Sephiroth charged out of the weapons room. shaking his head Tseng followed, he looked down at the sword as he walked even as heavily rusted as it was he could hearing the sound of the metal as he walked. A small frown split his face, his black eyes narrowing some as he regarded the blade. This heavily rusted the blade should not be making any noise but yet he could hear the distinctive sound you got when you had high quality metal.

Moving out into the training room he couldn't help but smile seeing his young friend bouncing on the balls of his feet. He might just have to let the kid have the sword even if he could not wield it, just seeing him smile would be enough for him.

"Alright kid, let's see what you got." Rolling his eyes Sephiroth took the sword from Tseng. "I'm not little, I'm a SOLDIER 3rd class."

Chuckling to himself Tseng moved over to his things and sat down once more, last thing he needed was to get hit by that blade.

Clutching the blade tightly in his left hand he felt where the weight of the sword was, he expected the weight to be all in the blade because of its considerable size. Blinking his eyes he looked down at the blade, it was perfectly balanced.

Shifting his grip on the handle he brought it up level with his face his right hand gripping behind his left. Spinning around he brought the sword down in a graceful arc, the metal singing as it slashed through the air.

Black eyes widened as they watched the short 4 foot boy wielding the easily seven foot blade as if it were merely an extension of his arm. There was no way Sephiroth should have been able to wield that blade, it was easily twenty six pounds; heavier than most the standard issue SOLDIER swords.

Hearing the sounds of the metal slicing through the air a black brow rose almost into hair line, his mouth dropping slightly. 'Am I seriously seeing what I think I am?' standing he quickly moved to the weapons room. Grabbing a case that contained sword care tools he moved back into the training room.

Having seen Tseng moving away Sephiroth had stopped, the heavy sword resting against the ground next to him.

"Bring it here Seph." Tseng sat back down and motioned for Sephiroth to come to him.

Not wanting to give his big brother any more reason to be upset with him, he quickly rushed over laying the sword down between them.

Pulling on chainmail gloves to keep from accidently cutting himself Tseng pulled out several tools to help him remove the hilt. He had a very strange feeling in his gut he knew exactly what this sword was and who made it, but he needed to be absolutely one hundred percent sure.

"What are you doing?" Sephiroth asked curiously, he titled his head to the side slightly as he watched Tseng expertly taking the handle of the massive sword apart.

"Looking for the master's signature. This.. this is not a mass produced sword, and not the work of an apprentice." Working the handle loose he was surprised with how easily it separated from the sword, considering how rusted it was he was expecting a battle to get the wood off.

Setting the handle down with the rest of the gold fixture he started to study the clear tang. Almost instantly his eyes found the distinctive mei carved into the tang of the massive blade.

Black eyes widened as pupils dilated, his breath stilled in his chest as he game to realize exactly what he was holding in his hand.

"Tseng?" Sephiroth leaned forward, his large mako eyes wide with concern as he heard the breath still in his big brothers chest. Getting no reaction from the older man he reached out and pinched his sensitive side hard.

Yelping in pain Tseng glared down at his young charge, "The hell was that for?" he growled rubbing his poor abused side.

"You stopped breathing.." sitting back down Sephiroth looked at the sword, his eyes moving up and down the blade. "What made you stop breathing?" he looked back up to his big brother.

Shaking himself mentally Tseng looked back down at the blade. "This," he paused trying to gather his thoughts. "This is a Masamune sword, he was the most skilled swords craftsman in all Wutaianese history. His swords were always made of the steel that would today be considered the best in the world. Back then that type of purity was extremely hard to obtain, but he somehow did for all his swords." Lifting the blade up he continues to stare at it with wonder.

"He was said to have made one that was unlike any he had ever made, or would ever make afterwards. He simply called it Masamune after himself, a sword which according to the scrolls was said to when placed in a stream refused to cut anything that was considered innocent or pure."

"You don't think?" Sephiroth's voice was a breathless whisper; his green eyes nearly twice their normal size as he looked at the sword. "You don't think that is the sword?"

Tseng couldn't help but smile seeing the excited bouncing of the young boy. "I think this is exactly the sword."

Bouncing where he sat Sephiroth was now more determined than ever to have to this sword; he would cut off the fingers of anyone that dared to take it away from him.

"To think, such a rare treasure was left to rot in our armory.." tilting his head to the side Tseng saw shinning metal about half way down the blade. Reaching down his fingers still incased in the chainmail armored gloves he ran a finger over the section of untainted steel. Reaching a section of rust he watched in shock as the rust seemed to just flake off the blade revealing flawless steel under it.

"NO WAY!"

Sephiroth jumped not expecting Tseng to yell like that. Rubbing his sensitive ears he sent a glare at him, looks like he still hadn't fully recovered from Jillian as he was showing a lot more uncharaistic behavior than normal.

Reaching into the sword kit Tseng pulled out a stiff brush and started to run it along the blade. He watched in absolute shock as the rust started to just flake away revealing inches upon feet of pristine flawless steel.

There were only a few rare spots where it seemed the rust was actually attached to the blade, though those were quickly taken care of with a little more rubbing and some oil.

In all it took him about a half hour to remove all the rust from the blade. Running a oiled rag down the length of the blade he marveled at the way the steel shinned in the artificial lights of the training room.

"It's beautiful." Reaching out Sephiroth ran a finger along the edge of the blade testing its sharpness. It felt as if the blade was even sharper than it had been with all the rust coating it. "It is." Tseng muttered his eyes traveling over the blade.

Turning his eyes to the handle he frowned, there was nothing he would be able to do about the wrappings until he could get down to little Wutai under the plates. So for now they would just have to deal with a ugly looking handle.

Running the rag over the sword once more Tseng started to reassemble the sword.

"Tseng?" Sephiroth asked softly, his eyes looked up at him with a curious light.

"Hmm?" he was concentrating on making sure he put the sword back together properly. Seeing he had Tseng's attention Sephiroth leaned over slightly.

"Can I have my chocolate now?"

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Oh he could not help this, he knew he shouldn't have being the second in command of the Turks but there was no way he could not.

Moving towards the stairwell that led up to the elevators in the main lobby, Tseng pulled out his PHS and snapped a photo of what he saw in front of him.

Sephiroth was currently clutching Masamune to his chest like a child did a teddy bear as he ran up the stairs towards the elevators. The sword was currently sticking a good 5 feet above the boys head and swaying dangerously from side to side with the boys swift movement.

Looking down at his phone he smiled seeing the picture he had gotten. He had caught it as just the right moment; Sephiroth clutching the sword to his chest had turned around to look back at him, his eyes bright and a large smile on his face.

Oh he was so printing this one the first moment he got and it was going on his desk.

People both Shinra employee's and civilians were staring with wide eyes at the young ten year old running around with a massive sword.

One woman with a boy about Sephiroth's age were standing up at the top of the stairs, if she was up there she must have been visiting someone in the building. It was only during certain times that family members were allowed to enter the higher levels of Shinra, and even then it was only to the break room 61st floor where the main break room was for all employees outside the Turks and Military, they had their own mess halls on another floor.

The woman was looking at Sephiroth in absolute horror. She quickly turned her eyes on Tseng and they narrowed into an angry glare.

"How can you allow your son to run around with a sword like that? He's a child for gaia's sake do you not care that he will get hurt?"

Looking at the woman Tseng willed for every ounce of patience he could at the moment, he hated dealing with civilians.

"Ma'am, the young boy in question is not my son, I am simply escorting him back to the SOLDIER level where he is to resume his training."

If it was possible her eyes darkened even more. "Shinra is brining children into their military program?"

"Hey leave Tseng alone!" Sephiroth moved up to them still clutching the sword to his chest. "I want to be SOLDIER, I'm good at it and I enjoy it they are already talking of promoting me to 2nd class. It's my choice so keep your big nose out of it and leave my big brother alone!"

"Sephiroth.." Tseng said warningly. "Oh sorry.. I mean Commander Tseng." Sephiroth corrected. He wasn't supposed to call Tseng big brother while they were in the Shinra building.

Tseng nodded, glad to see that Sephiroth remembered, "It's good that you remembered no come I'm sure your instructors are looking for you." Not paying the woman a second glance he gently set his hand on the back of Sephiroth's head and pushed him towards the elevators.

Moving up Tseng smiled slightly seeing Veld stepping from it. "Good afternoon Director." Hearing his second in command Veld smiled inclining his head to Tseng. "Good afternoon Tseng, Sephiroth." Stepping aside he held the door open for him though his eyes were watching as Sephiroth maneuvered the massive blade into the elevator.

"Is that the rusted hunk that has been sitting in our storage locker for years now?" he asked easily recognizing the only 7 foot nodachi blade.

"Yes, we cleaned it up, I hope you do not mind if he uses it."

"He can wield it?"

Sephiroth nodded excitedly bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Yes I can, so can I keep it please?" he gave the director a brilliant smile.

Chuckling softly Veld nodded, "Take good care of it." Moving back he allowed the door to close.

Jumping up for joy Sephiroth squeaked as bits of ceiling tile rained down on their heads. Laughing loudly Tseng brushed white chunks from his hair and looked up to where the sword was now sticking lodged into the metal roof of the elevator.

"You can't jump around with a sword that is as long as the room is tall."

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