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Nagori no Omoi	By : draechaeli Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 9
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- 11
Disclaimer:
I don�t own Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy or any of its characters. Welcome to
the wonderful world of Fanfiction!

Warning:
This fic contains at least SHOUNEN-AI (guys kissin� and cuddlin�) and possibly
YAOI (explicit sex scenes between guys). And implied pedophile, could also be
seen with implied SHOUJO-AI (girls kissin� and cuddlin�)

Pairings (in
alphabetically order): Axel X Roxas, Leon X Cloud, Riku X Sora, Seifer X Zell
(implied), Tidus X Wakka X Tidus, Zexion X Demyx (implied)

Author�s Note:
Another fight chapter guys! Just to clear things up (since I�m a geek) there is
speculation that Squall�s Revolver Gunblade is
heavier then Seifer�s Hyperion, since Squall
usually uses two hands while Seifer wields one
handed. After looking at the make of both blades I
disagree with this notion, both Revolver and Hyperion weigh the same. If you
look at the hilt of Hyperion is of a pistol make and thus almost a 90� angle to
the blade. Which makes the blade good for stabbing and
downward slashes. The angle allows for Seifer
to lock his wrist and his hand is essentially that of a Japanese fighting style
fist (vertical so the thumb is on the top) Two hands would impede movement of
the blade. In comparison: the Revolver Gunblade you
will notice that it is that of a revolver and the angle of the hilt to the
blade is much more obtuse making the sword easier on the wrist but there is
less wrist strength�thus a two handed grip (most of the time) similar in fighting
style to a wakizashi (a katana is to long).
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Happy
Reading!
-Na
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Nagori no
Omoi

Memory 9: Old Scars

The weapons room was filled with the usual din of people
practicing with their chosen weapons. It seemed to be a normal day at the
College of Fate; no one was late to weapons club, Leon was not angered, there
was no excess drama, and even Selphie and Yuffie were practicing.

Selphie had decided that after the
fight with Cloud that Sora knew what he needed to
effectively wield his Keyblade, but he would never
improve if he didn�t branch out to combat with other weapon masters, which led
to that moment. Selphie had the left half of her nunchaku raised to block Sora�s
overhead strike, as she lashed at the younger�s stomach with the right half of
her weapon. Sora immediately backed off.
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�You know Sora, if you put more
pressure in the downwards strike and maybe took a step back and pull towards
you, I would have a harder time making a counter strike,� advised Selphie.

�Thanks Selphie, I�ll remember
that,� replied a smiling Sora.
Before the two could continue with their fighting the double
doors to the room burst open and there stood the cocky blond from the previous
day. Everyone turned towards the disturbance, afraid at first they were caught
by some college official.

�Come on Puberty Boy, I told you I would be back,� smirked Seifer.

Leon stepped
forward and growled at the gathered fighter, �Who was watching the monitor?�

�That would be me Leon,� said Irvine who was indeed standing
by the monitor, �but it was only Seifer. Besides I though he had a good idea yesterday with the gunblade fight.�

Grey eyes glared at the cowboy, as the tall blond moved to
the mats, �Come on Puberty Boy.�

As Leon moved into place facing the taller gunbladist Demyx stepped forward,
�All right you two, Leon you know the rules,� Demyx
then turned a hard eye on Seifer, �you listen
carefully, no killing, no maiming, no obvious facial wounds,� here he put a
finger between each of the fighters eyes, �or this whole room will attest to
that nasty fall you took down the stairs, and try not to bleed too much, you�ll
be cleaning it up. Oh and if some says stop, stop.�

Irvine called from the crowd, �Be careful of your shots, and
Leon don�t use your Beat Fang Technique.�

Seifer snorted and turned his hard
blue eyes from Demyx to meet the grey ones of his
opponent. The two were standing too close to each other to start off properly
so both Leon and Seifer took three steps away from Demyx and the two waited for Demyx�s
word. The blond musician did not make them wait long and stepped back to the
two could fight.

They rushed each other the Revolver gunblade
dragging on the ground and making shallow cuts along the mat. Leon brought the
blade up with a diagonal cut from left to right like Seifer�s
scar. Blocking with the flat of Hyperion, the two were very close, the blond
smirked and mouthed, �Two can play at that game.� Pulling the trigger on his
pistol gunblade the shock that moved through the
blade loosened the lock and Seifer struck downwards
left to right, like Leon�s scar.

Grey eyes glared as Leon jumped back to avoid the slash, but
he immediately surged forward with a torrent of attacks and slashes. The taller
blond continued to black and fluently move into a slash, when Leon let up on
his attack for a moment the blond retaliated with a series of stabbing moves.

Thrusting Hyperion forward, Seifer
watched as Leon moved to parry his blade away. At the last moment the blond
twisted his wrist so the blade faced outward, moving quickly the elder moved
his blade under the blocking move of his partner and up catching Leon�s t-shirt
with an audible rip.

The ripped shirt seemed to make the two gunbladist
stop fooling around and turn the fight to a more serious note. As the two moved
around the mat it was hard to keep track of individual moves. Seifer seemed to be quicker in basic movement when compared
to Leon, but Leon�s foot work seemed to be superior when on the
defend.

Suddenly Leon�s body went flying backwards to the opposite
edge of the mat, and instead of continuing to attack Seifer
stood still giving his rival a superior smirk.

Standing up slowly, grey eyes glared at the blond and the
brunet slung his gunblade over his shoulder and shot.
The recoil from the energy, propelled Leon forward faster than he could usually
move, this being the beginning of his Beat Fang technique. Remembering what
Irvine said Leon did not aim to repeatedly stab Seifer
but instead make a slash to the blonds left side. The brunet hopped that there
would be an element of surprise in the attack.

Blue eyes widened when he noticed the slight change in the
brunet�s trajectory and that he should not be prepared to block a stab. It was
too late to move or block so Seifer struck. The
brunet slashed with an overhead strike at the same time as a side slash to the
brunet�s abdomen.

There was a pause as the two fighters stood practically back
to back, �First blood!� was yelled from somewhere in the crowd half of the room
was pointing to the cut over Seifer�s right eye,
while the other half was pointing to Leon�s left side where his shirt began to
get soaked in red blood.�

At the same moment the two fighters spun to face each other
a struck, crossed blades the two gunbladist stared at
each other. Pushing back from each other they surged forward once more to
continue the fight.

As before it was hard to discern the actual moves of either
fighter, the large gash in Leon side and the cut over Seifer�s
eye did not seem to hinder either. There sewed to be no shift in style or
footing to compensate for the wounds, not a thought was spared by the fighters
for their wounds.

There was a slash followed by a splatter of blood, but the
fighters moved on so quickly that it was hard to tell who was bleeding more.
Every set of eyes were on the fighters except for a single set of blue eyes
that were watching the mat.

The mat was covered in droplets of blood; Zell had no doubt
that if Leon and Seifer stopped for a moment there
might be a pool of blood. Blue eyes carefully followed the feet of the two
fighters as the smudged and slipped in the blood. Deciding that both were
bleeding enough, Zell watched for a gap that was large enough before running
between the two.

�Stop, just stop you guys are bleeding everywhere. Leon you
are my friend, and Seifer you are... I do not want to
watch you guys kill each other. The war is over,� cried Zell.

Both fighters looked at Zell and then lowered their weapons
they could see and now that they stopped for a second could also feel that the
shorter blond was correct.

Demyx and Axel both walked onto
the mat finding it hard to avoid the blood, �Someone get a mop for these two!�
yelled Axel.

The blond musician moved over to check the wounds he
accessed that Leon�s side was going to need stitches and Seifer�s
eye as well, the rest was minor cuts in comparison. The majority of the
brunet�s tattered t-shirt was stained in red, while half of the blond�s face was covered in blood and he continually had to
blink the red liquid out of his eye.�

�Leon, Blondie, catch!� yelled Yuffie
the two gunbladist turned and caught to glowing
balls, �they are Cure 2 materia, I
hope you guys can use them.�

The blond and brunet looked at each other, �Like a normal Cura I suppose,� stated Seifer at
Leon�s nod they both cast Cura and watched their
wounds heal. Riku approached the two with some paper
towels to clean off the excess blood, and Irvine returned with a mop.

The two started cleaning up themselves, Seifer
probably needed help to remove the blood from his eye area but he seemed to
refuse any help. No one offered to help Seifer remove
the blood from his face, but there were a few people in the crowd that looked
like they wanted to help the blond.

The people in the training room started to thin out, Blitzball players needed to go to practice and other people
had decided to get going before Axel or Demyx asked
them to help clean up the room.

Cloud walked over to the sword rack that was opposite the
door which was where he lent the First Tsurugi
against the wall as he watched the fight.�
The spiked-blond had just put his own weapon in the holster across his
back when he noticed a hilt of a blade that had fallen behind the rack. Bending
down Cloud grasped the hilt, he hesitated a few moments as a shiver ran up his
spine, he had a bad feeling. Shaking off his feeling
all he had to do is place what felt like a katana back on the rack and then
return to his dorm room.

The blond straightened up and brought the sword with him.
Blue eyes widened as he watched the blade slowly be
revealed to his eyes. And the blade kept coming, longer then a katana. Cloud
swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his ears; maybe he thought, maybe it was
just a regular ōdachi. Cloud�s hand began to
shake he knew before he saw the impressive length of the sword that it was Masamune.

There was a loud clatter of metal hitting hard flooring, all
eyes turned to the source of the disturbance. Even Seifer
and Leon turned to see what had caused the noise. Everyone watched as a wide
eyed and pale Cloud ran out of the room.

Author�s
Note: So I
sadly could not find the official length of the Masamune,
I could have sworn that it was eight feet, but I couldn�t confirm. Masamune is a ōdachi which is only 65 to 70 inches
long which is a bit shorter than me. The Beat
Fang technique is where Squall shoots his gunblade
over his shoulder to propel himself forward into an opponent lodging his
Revolver gunblade into an opponent. Then shooting
again he pulls the blade out and stabs his opponent again, this last bit is
repeated. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review no matter what.

-Na
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