Authors Note: Sorry this is short. I'd really appreciate reviews though :) I haven't decided wether this will be a shorter story or a longer one. I've yet to figure out if I have time for a full fledge story :\ Reviews could help though.. :)

We rode for hours in silence. There were no words that needed to be said – not that we knew what to say anyway. I wa lost. I wanted answers. There were endless questions and no answer for even one. How did I get here? Who is Sephiroth? I know who he is, but, who is he really? And that blonde.. Cloud, Cloud was his name. Who was he? At the moment, I was following blindly behind a man I know nothing about. Besides that he is broken. That was good enough for me to get on the bike. But was it good enough for me to shoot? Well, I did..

The bike slowed to a hault as we arrived outside a small town. Sephiroth smiled, "Benora apples. I never did taste one.." Stepping off the bike, he approached a tree, prepared to pluck off one. As he did, a blast of light knocked it from his fingers. Sephiroth's eyes scanned the field, the corner of his mouths falling.

"What is it?" I ask softly, slowly climbing off the bike.

"Genesis, my friend, I thought you were dead."

"I thought the same of you, Sephiroth. Except, you actually were."

Sephiroth walked toward a man in red leather, with equally as bright red hair. I stayed behind, and I noticed him glance at my curiously, "Who is your lovely friend, Sephiroth?"

"What? No 'How are you?' or 'It's been so long!' From you? More concerned with my lady friend?" Sephiroth cracked a smile, "Was that why you wanted to be the hero? For the ladies?"

Genesis gave a snort and waved his hand as if to dismiss the comment, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Sephiroth, no one is excited that you are back."

Sephiroth's smile fell, "I thought you would understand, Genesis."

"People can change, yes. I have, Sephiroth. I am the hero. But, have you?"

"How can I, when no one wants to let me prove such a feat?" Sephiroth shook his hand, "I suppose I should have known. You always were jealous of me."

"Must we bring up the past?" Genesis rolled his eyes, "You really haven't changed, have you? You're still am impudent, self-absorbed, pig." His glare could cut daggers, but Sephiroth didn't flinch.

"Ah, but see, you certainly have changed. Because you loved your impudent, self-absorbed, piggish friend. Now.. all I see is your drained life bleeding on the floor. How is your change any better than my staying the same?"

I watched as they exchanged harsh words. I tried to absorb it, but it all went over my head. I do nothing but watch because I can't process it.

Genesis put a hand to his lips, as if to think, before confidentally saying, "I am not sick, not anymore Sephiroth. You, you have let Jenova control you. Your greed, jealous, and rage have led you down a path toward decadence."

Sephiroth's face was a blank canvas. He grabbed another apple from the tree, and tossed it in the air. Watching it as it fell hard to the ground, he stated, "Except, you showed me that road in the first place, Genesis." He walked strong back toward me. Genesis drew his blade, and my surprised face was all Sephiroth needed to see to turn around and pull out his perfectly shined blade. He wielded it with such ease and grace that it was almost majestic watching him. Genesis and him went blow for blow for awhile. After a time, Sephiroth held up a hand. Genesis stopped in surprise.

"I'd continue to fight, but unlike you, I worry I'll actually hurt you." Then leaning in and touching Genesis' shoulder, "If I was so self-absorbed, I wouldn't have put what I considered your death on my shoulders."

He turned and slid his blade into its holder, smiling weakly at me, "Don't stare at me so worried, Yuna. I can hold my own."

He straddled the bike and started it up. I threw my leg back over to sit right on it. I lean forward, "I want answers." This struck a nerve as he turned rigid under my grasp. I turned my head to look at the man named Genesis, who stared after us with clouded eyes. Who was he? How many more people would I have to meet before things began to add up?