Somewhere
in a field, a young man could be seen sleeping on the comfortable
haystack. As the sun rises and shone onto his face, he gradually
opened his eyes to the beautiful view of greenery. His name was
Cloud, an unofficial member of the Vizard. He had spiked blonde
hair with sparkly radiance blue eyes that shines with hope.
Dressing in a full black costume that brings fear to people, he
took a yawn. “ So this is where you have been all along. The
Captain is looking for you.” Said a voice from somewhere on the top
of the trees behind the young man. Looking back, he just mumbled, “
Whatever, I’m going now. See you later.” Cloud just took his katana
and walked away without looking at the person who talked to
him.
Arriving at the front of a warehouse, he walked into it
half-awaked. There, in the middle of the warehouse, a large crate
was seen. On it, a man could be seen doing the traditional formal
way of sitting in Japan while drinking herbal Japanese tea. Cloud
paid his respect to the man and places his katana behind him as he
said, “ What can I do for you, Captain?” The man just took his mask
off and a sip of his cup, “ Congratulation Young tiger, you have
been accepted to officially join us in ranking of the gang. You
shall receive your mask that we personal-made to suit your
character and hold the honour of our gang.” A lady from a dark
corner of the warehouse appeared with a mask on her right hand. It
resembled a skull of a tiger and had that feeling of fear to
whoever sees it. Taking out her blade, she did the process of being
knighted and gave Cloud the mask. With Honour, he wore it and
pledges himself to be part of one of the notorious yakuzas of
Japan.
Upon receiving the mask, he was given his first assignment. Another
man came crashing down from the rooftop by a rope, passing him a
thin folder that contains all the info that was needed for his
assignment. Cloud browses through it and was ready for it. He went
out to his destination, his battleground. His first assignment was
a one-on-one combat with their longest and stronger opposing rival,
the Arrancars, over a territory. Whoever member wins, the territory
would belong to the gang. Cloud could not possibly fail this easy
task for his and his gang honour.
As the sky turned red and the sun sets, giving way for the full
moon to rise. Cloud descends the step to an abandoned underground
train station. His eyes scanned the dark surrounding of the
station. He could see nothing. Grasping on his katana and removing
it from the scabbard, Cloud was shaking with excitement. He could
not wait to present to the captain with the body of his opponent.
Sudden burst of light appeared as the station came alive, a man who
seemed similar to Cloud was standing at the opposite end with his
hand on the circuit beaker.
“ You’re my opponent? Boy… the Vizards sure have brought their
standard down.” Said the young man as he played with his large
blade that is as long as an average human. He was dressed with only
Skinny jeans. His long blonde hair matches with his ice-cold blue
eyes. A large plain dark dot could be seen tattooed on his chest as
it represents being the member of the Arrancar.
“ Better take those words back. For I am Cloud Ace Chara, young
tiger of the Vizards!” exclaimed Cloud as he launched himself and
strike a blow onto his opponent. Beautifully deflecting it with his
large blade, the opponent’s facial expression changed from a smirk
to something flabbergasted. He asked, “ Are you really Cloud Ace
Chara? Do you know who am I? I’m your long lost twin brother.” This
broke the tension between them and both began to cool down
especially cloud. His brother introduced himself to be Sephiroth
Jack Chara. Their parents were divorced and they were separated
from each other since young. Their mother who took Sephiroth told
him about having a twin brother. On the other hand, Cloud’s father
kept the existence of having a twin brother quiet from Cloud. They
did not think that they would meet each other this way.
Cloud was in a dilemma now. He has no idea what to do, keep his
honour of his gang or his siblinghood. It was a tough decision. He
can’t just simply killed his brother that he just met but he can’t
also go back to the warehouse with his head low, bringing the
reputation and the honour of the gang down. Grapping onto his
katana, he looked at his brother and asked to continue the match.
Getting into positions, they exchanged blow continuously,
deflecting one another attacks and tries to plunge their blades
into each other.
Sephiroth delighted to see his brother for once since young,
decided to let Cloud win seeing his face with the passion of a
bright future. He purposely gave himself an opening and did not
evade. Cloud’s katana plunges directly in stomach and drawing out
of it, staining the blade with blood. Sephiroth drops on his knee,
smiling towards Cloud and ask him to finish him off. “ No, I can’t.
I know that you did that on purpose, letting me win. I can’t let
you have that. That’s not pure honour. I’m sorry, Brother.” Said
Cloud in a weary voice. Holding the blade, he stabbed himself
through the heart. “ I can’t bring myself to disgracing both my
gang honour and our siblinghood honour. Sorry Brother and goodbye.”
Cloud muttered his last words as he falls into the arm of his
brother.
Sephiroth hold his brother in his arms with tears swelling up in
his eyes. He did not anticipate this. He screamed out towards the
empty station and began to felt remorseful. His reason of joining
the Arrancar was actually to find his brother as they promised him
in return for his power. All is now down the drain with his brother
dead. He had no more purpose to be in the Yakuza anymore.
The full moon shone upon the dark park as a dark character could be
seen walking down the path. It was Sephiroth, he had recovered from
his injury and could be seen with his brother mask on and katana as
memento. He set off, breaking free from his gang for their
siblinghood honour and search for a new purpose to
life.
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essay based on the 1 word essay, Honour.