What was that Wheelchair freak thinking?! Re-building Midgar?! CRAZY! He'd never be apart of it. Never It was shameful to even think of re-building such a horrible place. Cloud shuddered. He could have sworen her was being watched.
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"There he is."
"Are you sure? That guy looks scrawny. No way Onii-san was beaten by that guy."
"Don't be such an idiot. He's been experimented on by Father. You are truely a dolt."
"Shut your ass up. Come on Let's take him out before Kadaj gets pissed."
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"As you are aware Mr. President, I want to find my Mother. YOU know where Mother is." The silver haired youth walked up slowly to the wheeled figure he simple dubbed as 'Mr. President'. "I know your plans. Poor, poor Mr. President. Cloudy not wanna help?"
"Jenova no longer exists.... Sephiros saw to that."
"No, no!! You got that all wrong!! Mother still lives. I know you know." The boy spun around his back facing Mr. President. "And the longer you stay alive depends on how much you help me."
"What do you plan on doing once you found 'Mother'?"
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Motorcycles... two of them... approaching fast. Cloud turned his head as one caught up with him. A man that looks strikingly like Sephiros but with extremely shorter hair drove it.
"Hey there!! Fancy day for your death isn't it?" And with that the man swung his hand that had a strange metal weapon on it towards Fenreal. Cloud swurved away in time only to almost run into the second bike. Another man that looked like Sephiros drove this one with much longer hair then the other.
"Onii-san demands for your death, Cloudy." He raised his gun at Cloud. With quick reflexes Cloud hit the brake and swurved again to avoid the bullets. Now he was stuck inbetween the two men.
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"Quite frankly that's none of your business. But..... I'll be nice. My brothers and I will take over where Onii-san left off.: The boy whipped around his eyes glowed heavily of Makou. "This planet will belong to Mother."
"You're crazy Kadaj. You think you'll win?" Mr. President growled.
"Well yes... I do think so. Because you see..... I know what makes your so-called hero cringe." Kadaj smirked. "Cloud is racked with guilt. And his guilt will be his undoing."
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"Who are you?!!!" Cloud yelled as he whipped one of his swords out of a sword rack mounted on the side of Fenreal to dodge a bullet. His sword clashed with the long haired man's gun.
"Die now questions never, Cloudy." The man snickered. And with that Cloud's lights were out. His bike crashed against some rocks. Flipping a few times as he hit the ground, Cloud groaned as his head hit a rock.
The two other bikes stopped. Both men got off and walked over. The one with the long hair nudged Cloud's still body with his foot.
"Think he's dead?" the short haired one asked.
"No.... Just badly hurt. Let's leave him. He'll be fun later on. Come on. We have to meet back with Kadaj."
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"Cloud blames himself for everything. Because of that his mind is in pieces. I know that. You know that. Fuck the children that he babies know that." Kadaj paced a little. He seemed to be a little irritated, Mr. President noted.
"You think that will stop him?"
"Of course it will... You play with someone's guilt and they're helpless.... Like a new born... Like you in your damn chair. Tell me Mr. President.... How are your burn scars? I imagine they're horrible." Kadaj grinned evily.
"You're changing subject."
"Oh right.... You are sooo right Mr. President." Kadaj stood up abruptly and coughed as if he was giving a serious speech. His mocking action continued as he pretended to shove his hair out of his eyes. "Anyway, Cloud doesn't matter. He's probably off somewhere like your friends here. Unconscious, badly hurt."
"What do you mean?"
"What do I mean?" Kadaj listened. Two motorcycles were heard pulling up. "That's what a mean." He laughed as two men walked in. The long haired one approached Kadaj with a slight smirk.
"You were right Kadaj. Cloud was nothing. He feels too much."
"Yazuu's right." The short haired one piped in. "He hit the ground with a lovely meaty thunk."
"See?" Kadaj smiled. "Yazuu and Loz have already battered his already battered soul." The youngest, smallest of the three stood with his arms behind his back. "You see Mr. President......" Kadaj tilted his head a bit, his shoulder lenght silver hair brushed his shoulder. "I'll give you a choice..... Die hard... or die painlessly. Cloud however.... will die in so much pain.... He'll wish he never was born.