A Memory [Sephiroth x Reader]

Memory II

Location: training room 3

After five days of training with the recruits and 3rd-class SOLDIER, you were called into one of the special training rooms of the headquarters. With one katana in your right hand and a second on your back, you stood opposite of two 3rd-class SOLDIER. Through a window on the upper floor, Headmaster Deusericus, Dr. Hojo and some other interested members of SOLDIER could watch your classification. As soon as Lazard said "Start" over a microphone, the guys and you got into motion.

Silently and calmly your eyes switched back and forth between the two in front of you. Then, as they both charged at you, a small confident smile sneaked its way on your lips. With a swirl, you skipped out of their reach and swung your katana in the next moment. With a shrieking tone, the cold metal dashed against the other. The man blocked your attack smoothly, so you knew that he was prepared, since he was aware that you knew how to fight. Anew, you skipped away from them but this time, you would not attack lightly. With a very fast move, you brought your body behind the first one and attacked immediately. To your disappointment, the man was immediately knocked out. With a surprised look on his face, the second guy attacked you after he had snapped out of his short paralysis. But you blocked the strike and retoured its strength to him, which resulted in him stumbling backwards. Quickly, you pursued him and aimed for his head with the back of your katana. The defeated man slumped down to the ground. With a triumphant feeling you looked up to the window and crossed Lazard's sight.

"Very good. Now, what about a more challenging battle?"

The voice trough the microphone echoed in the training room. Recruits collected the two unconscious men and then a 2nd-class SOLDIER entered the training ground. Now it was your turn to look surprised, because your new opponent was no other than Zack. But you would not allow yourself to get distracted by that fact, because you had made your decision. With a good classification, you might get a better chance for more liberties. The only thing that you cherished in your life, was your fragile freedom, but with this new "arrangement"...

Again you sighed, something you had done quite often the last days. But now, it was time to fight!

"I wish you luck, Diamond, and to a good and enjoyable fight!", Zack called.

You nodded and got into position, your katana pointed towards the ground. Zack pulled out his broad claymore and got into action. Suddenly you charged forward really fast, faster as ever in your whole life. Your weapon clashed against the uncontrolled block of Zack's sword, neither he nor you could have imagined that move. Both of you jumped away from each other.

What in the world was happening? You could not understand that. Why were you so unbelievably fast and why was your attack so full of power? The impact hadn't influenced your stamina or breathing. Was this even possible? But... you remembered something really important: the operation and the results in the folder from Dr. Hojo. Now everything seemed to make a little sense.

With a horrified scream, you tumbled sidewards when the flat side of the claymore crushed on your shoulder. Suddenly a cold and furious anger gorged through your veins. The pain was immediately forgotten and with a mischievous smile on your lips, you attack Zack without thinking. Before you could grasp your fatal movement, it was too late. Zack couldn't react fast enough and so your sharp blade slid down and cut through his trousers and into his flesh. The deep wound on his left shank started promptly to bleed. Within seconds your anger turned to nothing but hot air.

"Damn it! I'm so sorry Zack!", you apologised, deeply shocked by your own actions..

"It's nothing'", he mumbled between clenched teeth.

Your heart was beating fast and hard against your chest. Within your steps towards Zack you dropped your blade and arrived next to him and watched the little stream of blood, which left the wound. The black haired friend of yours pressed his hand on it, than looked up to you.