towerofanimus | Time wears a mask

Characters: Hei and YOU
Setting: anywhere around the tower
Format: Prose, but I will match with anything.
Summary: Hei is 20+ years older, and his life is, well...crap. Will attack all potential villains with enhanced abilities.
Warnings: Hei has gotten stronger from absorbing the Materia over the years and training. And he has a goal to kill those that ruined his life, villains mostly.

They took it all away from him.

He could never forget. Despair had settled in over the years, unable to find himself to move on from her. Years passed before the light shined upon his heart, his love and those he could call friends and family returning. Everything he could have wanted, finally his once again. Happiness, the one thing neither of them seemed to be able to keep, was finally his.

And then they came.

Memories were fresh, the sound of her screams never ceasing. One after another they fell, he forced to bear witness to everything. Lucy, Kirika, Elena, no one was spared. Everyone that mattered to him perished. Least it felt like everyone. Finally, he trusted Elena. Finally, he and Kirika grew far more as siblings. And finally...she was there with him. To die, to never be able to be brought back.

Those roaming the halls and floors can find Hei, a mask on his face. Beneath it was a glare, walking past people in a hurry. Day or night, he was out there, moving with no loss of energy. He needed to find them, those responsible, and make them feel the pain he had in his heart. Only then could his heart find some solace. This was the man who hated to kill, but now? Now it was the only thing that could calm him down. One man was definitely the number one target for him, one above all else.

Sephiroth.

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"For the ultimate weapon created by Shinra, you're not that good in a fight."

Fire formed this time in Hei's hand, separating into three gigantic spheres, each on as big as his torso. This was the man he had wanted to kill? He was weaker than before. Maybe this was the past self. If it was, then--

No. Those memories would not allow him to forget anything of that day. Spirit ignited once more, he threw the fire at Sephiroth.

"Lucky for you, I want this to last as long as possible."

Whatever scratches the sharp ice had caused would only last for a matter of moments. One of Sephiroth's unsung strengths was his innate ability to regenerate - especially when he's not exactly throwing himself headlong into a combat situation where he would need other skills. Sephiroth didn't have any materia of his own to use and his first attack with the sword had been suitably warned off; he would much rather play the defensive for the time being while Hei showcased all of his abilities one by one.

As he stepped up out of the block from the ice attack, Sephiroth narrowed eyes at Hei's comment. Not only was any association to Shinra like waving the red cloth in front of too-keen anger (despite how much he is keeping it under careful wraps recently!), but Sephiroth wondered how exactly Hei had learned such information. But of course he was at least an ally to the Turks, that explained away his intervention before.

"My, we are quick to judge." Sephiroth intentionally allowed a hint of his boredom to pass into his tone. Having realized that the magic wouldn't attack him without a prompt from Hei first, it meant he didn't need to keep an eye on all the large spheres of fire which were now hovering. It meant he only needed to watch Hei. His attacker was clearly not realizing how much of his technique he was giving away by drawing this out.

"Be careful whom you are underestimating." He might not have magic as such, though Mothers-gifted psychic ability could be applied in just a way. Sephiroth didn't wait for the attack and try to guard it this time, instead he gestured in a wave with his right hand towards the fireballs; extending with telekinetic power to swipe them away from him to the side. He didn't even blink before pressing the advantage. Sephiroth dashed in and feinted a one handed slash with Masamune. It wasn't meant to connect and Sephiroth took full advantage of his superhuman reflexes as he followed by launching in close and delivering a charged uppercut with his off-hand, aimed up and into Hei's chest.

If he needed to keep this an in-close fight rather than using the range Masamune usually gave him an advantage in then he would have to do so. He couldn't give Hei a chance to summon magic, if he got him at that range again.

Hei's body moved quickly, forgoing his electric movement this time. No, he wanted to play a bit more. His dodging was narrow, the blade coming a mere inch to hitting him, yet no damage at all. Just as the blade was coming in closer again, Hei again dodged, hand drawing out a single knife. It was simple, yet suddenly pulsed with intense electricity.

And in that moment, he fired, a large burst of lightning bursting from the weapon towards Sephiroth. If the swordsman wanted to see all Hei had, it would take a very long time. The new materia and mako he absorbed created him once more, bringing new life to the assassin, and creating a weapon he made sure no one in this tower could compare with.

That large burst was taken in the back as Sephiroth spun from the dodged uppercut and was forced a few extra steps forward in a stumble. He grunted as he fought to regain his balance as the voltage hotly coursed around his frame. He very nearly fell to his knees but no - he wouldn't give that satisfaction again.

Sheer willpower forced Masamune to come around in a large arch to swipe across at Hei, trying again for that one strike that could end this before it got too much more out of hand. Already the aftershocks were making him feel more, well, floaty than he liked to be in a fight.

Hei took out a second knife, watching Sephiroth move. Yes, this version was a far weaker version from the monster that slaughtered his family. Even holding himself back was much for this man. Good. Then now he was going to know his family went through. And for once, Hei was going to take great pleasure in killing.

"I'm barely doing anything--" He moved again, actually sliding underneath the swipe. Coming back up, knives charged with lightning, he slashed away, speed unrivaled in sheer fury. "And you brought this onto yourself when you killed Lucy!"

It was getting very frustrating for Sephiroth not even to be able to land a hit on Hei, especially when he'd put so much effort into that slice. He was sliding into desperation far too quickly than Sephiroth wanted himself to; clearly Hei was very powerful and he had no other real way to protect himself which didn't involve having this end right now.

What didn't help was the other mans goading, just before he slipped under and then inside of Sephiroth's range. What followed was a flurry of attacks that even he had trouble to keep track of. Electrified knives tore pulsating lacerations through leather and flesh, across the exposed parts of Sephiroth's chest - all the while he was trying to retreat enough to be able to draw Masamune around in order to block.

The final slash to this flurry forced the voltage past unbearable; Sephiroth was thrown to the side with the blow, his balance breaking and crashed down to one knee. The sword limp in one hand as he tried to push himself back up with the other. Dazed vision made the room swing from one side to the other as he turned his head back up to look at Hei.

"Who's Lucy?"

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