Stitch in Radiant Garden

An Unlikely Alliance

Sephiroth was slowly walking out of the flames in his usual dramatic fashion; the burning intensity of the inferno around him had dried Stitch's saliva out of his hair.

Cloud, who had been having a very strange day, noticed that Sephiroth's hair was dry, something that normally he wouldn't give a damn about, nor even notice. But having to search all over the place for a tiny, yet incredibly destructive, alien, only to see it quite literally fly over his head, had caused Cloud to start questioning things that he would not normally question.

Things like: how the Beast, as Sora had mentioned to Cloud once, had apparently traversed space on willpower alone. And things like where Yuffie kept her seemingly unlimited supply of shuriken, her pockets were far too small to fit all those sharp objects, especially her largest one. Also questions such as how Phil, being half goat and half man could even be possible along with realize the fact that Hades was a chameleon because he could change colors.

He had even gone as far as to wonder why his sword was covered in duct tape and why his hair defied gravity.

Cloud was now wondering why Sephiroth's hair would dry but not burn.

I really need a drink… Cloud groaned in his thoughts.

Stitch shakily got to his feet stumbled around for a few seconds before he righted himself. He licked his hand and squeezed a tiny flame that had appeared on the top of his head to extinguish it. Then he glanced up and stared at the man who was surely about to run him through with a blade.

"Ahhhhhhhh… soka…?" Stitch said in a tone that everyone could translate as apologetic. Sephiroth said nothing and merely glared deeper. He raised his sword to end the life of the small fluffy creature that had disgraced him.

Seeing Sephiroth's action Cloud remembered that Stitch was supposed to stay alive for Sora to pick up tomorrow. Cloud rushed at Sephiroth with the intent of deflecting the sword that was too long to be moved that fast, but he was too late.

The Masamune blade seemed to slice through the air itself, and probably did, as it whizzed at the small fluffy creature with large eyes.

Suddenly, quicker than both of the men could blink, Stitch raised his arms and caught the sword between his two hands. Both of their eyes went wide and Sephiroth quickly tried to pull back his sword. Unfortunately for the winged man, Stitch did not let go.

"Let go." Sephiroth ordered, his eyes blazing with rage and malevolence.

"Naga." Stitch argued and shook his head.

Cloud had stopped in his tracks to watch the very strange event occur and didn't quite know what to make of this. Here was the man whom he had shared an eternal rivalry with for an impressive period of time. The man he strived to kill, the man who claimed to be his darkness and Cloud believed it. The man was currently losing to a fluffy blue dog-like creature that was about as tall as Yuffie's knee.

The notion itself was enough to extinguish Cloud's urge to fight for the moment until he realized that Sephiroth was more or less distracted and a very large opening was now present. This was an incredibly, ridiculously cheap shot, but this was a special occasion.

So Cloud quickly dashed at Sephiroth and jumped, quickly bringing his hefty duct-tape-covered-sword into a position to run the man through.

It was unlucky for Cloud, but at that exact moment Sephiroth had used his darkness orbs to blast Stitch away. Sephiroth, noticing Cloud's attempt on his life rather quickly, raised his sword swiftly and successfully blocked Cloud's mad swing. Cloud quickly jumped back and began to circle him slowly, watching for a counterattack.