Dim lights flowed throughout a narrow corridor within the Imperial capital of
Vector.  A man, dressed in a green cape, wearing a cap with a red feather
protruding from it, strolled down the corridor.  Within the Imperial army, he
was simply known as 'Kefka' and was despised by many members of the Empire but
was loved dearly by his brother, who was trailing him at this moment.

"Brother, please stop!  If you would give me a chance to talk to you!" Akfek
called.

"I have a brother and you claim to be him?  Hee, hee!"

"Why have you ignored me all these years?  Why can't you admit that you have
a brother?"

Kefka laughed.  "G'ha, ha, ha!  If I had a brother, he would be successful
like me!  Look!  You wear a soldier's clothes and are at a soldier's rank.
You can't be my brother then!"

"I am probably the only one in the whole Imperial army who even cares
about you.  Why do you still deny me?"

Kefka turned and gave Akfek a cold, chilling stare.  "There is no love in this
world.  There is only hate.  I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE You!"
Kefka turned away and resumed his walk down the hallway.

"Brother, don't leave me again!"

"Outta my way! I have orders to see Emperor Gestahl."  Kefka ignored Akfek and
continued down the corridor.

"Wait!" cried Akfek and then proceeded a few steps further.

"'Wait,' he says... do I look like a waiter?"  Soon, Kefka vanished from the
corridor, leaving his brother to stand in the passageway by himself.

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Hate... hate... hate.   There was still much for Akfek to learn from his
brother.  He had dispatched some soldiers to search for his brother's corpse
but they returned empty handed, unable to find even a trace of Kefka's body.
His brother hated the incompetent - if Akfek had been more successful back
then, perhaps things would have been different.

All those years of service and still, he was never promoted, as if there was
some higher power hindering him from promotion.   It was not Akfek's style
to wear Kefka's clothes but it was the perfect way to commemorate his
brother's death.  He often wondered why Kefka dressed so awkwardly but then
there were so many things he never knew about his brother since Kefka seemed
to evade Akfek, every time Akfek neared him.

A knock was heard on the door and Akfek granted permission for his General to
enter.  "Come in."

The door opened and General MacArthur walked in.  "Your Majesty, I have some
news for you and I would like to discuss our upcoming attack on Jidoor.
First,  a servant of yours, Morgan, is pursuing a man named Leon.  The 'Black
Hand' has identified Leon as part of the reinforcements our forces encountered
at Thamasa and inflicted heavy damage on our troops."

"Interesting.  Keep me informed on this person named 'Leon.'"

"In addition, intelligence has discovered some interesting details on the
Returner's Base.  The 'Black Hand' reports their base has potential weapon's
production capabilities."

A smirk ran across Akfek's face.  "Banon has prepared his forces well.  I
look forward to capturing and personally interrogating this man.  And
what did you have to say about our upcoming attack on the Returner's Base?"

"I recommend we find a way to divert General Celes' attention in this upcoming
attack.  Her presence at Jidoor will seriously hinder our forces' efforts."

Akfek pondered about his General's suggestion and then replied, "I agree.
Perhaps Cid will divert her attention.  Have a messenger tell her that her
grand-dad is about to be thrown off the top of Fanatics' Tower.  I want one
of our men to dress up as Cid and when Celes and her companions are within a
vulnerable range, we'll spring the ambush.  This time, there will be no
failure."

"An excellent idea.  Celes' absence from Jidoor will be crucial to our
victory there.  I will prepare our ambush on General Celes and send a
messenger to inform her of Cid's execution then."  The General bowed and
promptly departed the room.