Viral Love
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Final Fantasy VII › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
42
Views:
1,174
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Final Fantasy; Square Enix does. I make no money from using these characters; Square Enix does.
13
I lay near something very warm and very solid. Enjoying, I lolled fully upon the object. Suddenly, I felt a gun barrel pressing into my forehead. “You’d better be asleep and unaccountable for your actions,” Valentine’s raspy voice vowed.
I shook awake and sat up. “Where are we?” I asked, not waking up like a mental giant.
“Inside a cave, remember?” Valentine sat up to stare at me with suspicion.
“Oh.” Yes, I did remember now. I returned his stare. “Sorry. You were warm and I never fully shook off my chill.”
He seemed to relax marginally. Lowering the 454, he gave me a short nod. “You don’t have a mysterious gas for an excuse this time,” he reminded.
What a homophobe. He’d enjoyed some of my attention, I felt certain of that. Poor bastard probably hadn’t been laid properly since my wife died. “Your beauty is offset by aggressiveness,” I told him. “There’s no need to make a big production of your heterosexuality.”
He gave me a long, strange look that I couldn’t quite decipher. Holstering my 454, he stood and stretched. I admired him openly, knowing from experience he was strong, flexible and tough. It would please me no end to have him wrapped around me. I could find out what Lucrecia found so pleasurable about him. Though, it didn’t take a lot of imagination…
“Ready?” he asked brusquely, and it seemed less a question than an order.
“Yes.”
Once outside in the cool night, I began shivering again. Jenova’s vulnerability to cold transferred to any person with her cells, but Valentine didn’t seem affected. He strode on, outwardly oblivious to the temperature or the darkness.
“We need a decent chocobo,” he said suddenly. “Midgar is too hot on the alert for us for such slow plodding. There’s a chocobo farm to the east. That’s where we’re going.”
Well, good. A chocobo farm meant shelter and eggs. I was famished.
“They won’t expect us to drop south from Kalm,” Valentine continued. “We’ll buy a chocobo or steal one, skim the coastline in a northerly direction, then camp in Kalm a day or two.”
“You live in Midgar?” I asked.
He sighed. “What’s it to you, Hojo?”
“I only want to know why you haven’t dumped me to go in your own direction,” I answered. “It’s a reasonable question. You could go anywhere.”
He made a fist and picked up his pace. “Cloud and Tifa are trapped at Shin-Ra. I can’t abandon them.”
“They’re probably long gone,” I admitted, though it meant losing my protective detail. “I released their door locks while we stood in the garbage heap.”
He whirled on me, stopping dead in his tracks. “Why would you just let them go?”
“I can’t have the clone killed.” He just couldn’t believe my motivation. “How can I find a cure without him?”
Valentine, red eyes powerfully intent, kept staring at me. “I’ll accept that,” he said begrudgingly.
“How gracious!” I threw my arms wide. “Sweet Jesus, Valentine! What do I have to do? You want me to declare my intentions in blood? Maybe I should bind my soul to a demon on revelation of falsehood?”
“Hell wouldn’t have you,” he answered, taking off and leaving me standing there.
I ran to catch up. “I really don’t care for your attitude,” I said, “but, I’ll admit it’s only natural.”
“My attitude is in direct proportion to how many times I’ve seen you commit crimes against nature and humanity,” Valentine retorted. “I’m a living testament to your diabolical ingenuity.”
“Yes, you are,” I agreed. “You’re a perfect example of my genius and my divine spark of inspiration. I took an extraordinary Turk and made him into an undead god!”
“I didn’t want to become a god!” Valentine shouted, still walking, fury radiating off of him in hot, black waves. “I’m not like your deluded son, Hojo! Divinity doesn’t appeal to me!”
Struck by his words, I halted. The idea he wouldn’t have wanted to be better hadn’t entered my mind. If that was true, I’d committed a terrible crime against his very soul.
I didn’t like this feeling. It coiled in my chest like a serpent, striking soft, tender parts of me.
“Never even occurred to you,” Valentine spat, coming back to me. “It never even entered your mind I wouldn’t welcome your version of immortality.” He chuckled. “God, that’s so typical of you. You wouldn’t know how to be human if someone gave you lessons.”
I clutched at my heart. Holy shit. I’d gone overboard with this one. I thought he’d welcome a life of near invulnerability. He was a Turk for Shiva’s sake! They had a lifespan roughly equivalent to a fruit fly. I’d believed he’d take the indignity of me locking him away once he realized I’d made him everlasting.
I had no business attempting to psychoanalyze him, apparently; I couldn’t grasp even his most basic desires. How arrogant of me. How blind, foolish and presumptuous. I couldn’t even apologize for this.
“Hojo?”
I heard him, but I couldn’t answer. I just stared into the darkness, hoping it would swallow me.
I always did this. If I intended to help someone, I harmed them. If I intended harm, I utterly destroyed. It was a fatal flaw in my reasoning and my humanity, like Valentine said.
Suddenly, I felt very, very cold. I felt like I’d never be warm again.
I shook awake and sat up. “Where are we?” I asked, not waking up like a mental giant.
“Inside a cave, remember?” Valentine sat up to stare at me with suspicion.
“Oh.” Yes, I did remember now. I returned his stare. “Sorry. You were warm and I never fully shook off my chill.”
He seemed to relax marginally. Lowering the 454, he gave me a short nod. “You don’t have a mysterious gas for an excuse this time,” he reminded.
What a homophobe. He’d enjoyed some of my attention, I felt certain of that. Poor bastard probably hadn’t been laid properly since my wife died. “Your beauty is offset by aggressiveness,” I told him. “There’s no need to make a big production of your heterosexuality.”
He gave me a long, strange look that I couldn’t quite decipher. Holstering my 454, he stood and stretched. I admired him openly, knowing from experience he was strong, flexible and tough. It would please me no end to have him wrapped around me. I could find out what Lucrecia found so pleasurable about him. Though, it didn’t take a lot of imagination…
“Ready?” he asked brusquely, and it seemed less a question than an order.
“Yes.”
Once outside in the cool night, I began shivering again. Jenova’s vulnerability to cold transferred to any person with her cells, but Valentine didn’t seem affected. He strode on, outwardly oblivious to the temperature or the darkness.
“We need a decent chocobo,” he said suddenly. “Midgar is too hot on the alert for us for such slow plodding. There’s a chocobo farm to the east. That’s where we’re going.”
Well, good. A chocobo farm meant shelter and eggs. I was famished.
“They won’t expect us to drop south from Kalm,” Valentine continued. “We’ll buy a chocobo or steal one, skim the coastline in a northerly direction, then camp in Kalm a day or two.”
“You live in Midgar?” I asked.
He sighed. “What’s it to you, Hojo?”
“I only want to know why you haven’t dumped me to go in your own direction,” I answered. “It’s a reasonable question. You could go anywhere.”
He made a fist and picked up his pace. “Cloud and Tifa are trapped at Shin-Ra. I can’t abandon them.”
“They’re probably long gone,” I admitted, though it meant losing my protective detail. “I released their door locks while we stood in the garbage heap.”
He whirled on me, stopping dead in his tracks. “Why would you just let them go?”
“I can’t have the clone killed.” He just couldn’t believe my motivation. “How can I find a cure without him?”
Valentine, red eyes powerfully intent, kept staring at me. “I’ll accept that,” he said begrudgingly.
“How gracious!” I threw my arms wide. “Sweet Jesus, Valentine! What do I have to do? You want me to declare my intentions in blood? Maybe I should bind my soul to a demon on revelation of falsehood?”
“Hell wouldn’t have you,” he answered, taking off and leaving me standing there.
I ran to catch up. “I really don’t care for your attitude,” I said, “but, I’ll admit it’s only natural.”
“My attitude is in direct proportion to how many times I’ve seen you commit crimes against nature and humanity,” Valentine retorted. “I’m a living testament to your diabolical ingenuity.”
“Yes, you are,” I agreed. “You’re a perfect example of my genius and my divine spark of inspiration. I took an extraordinary Turk and made him into an undead god!”
“I didn’t want to become a god!” Valentine shouted, still walking, fury radiating off of him in hot, black waves. “I’m not like your deluded son, Hojo! Divinity doesn’t appeal to me!”
Struck by his words, I halted. The idea he wouldn’t have wanted to be better hadn’t entered my mind. If that was true, I’d committed a terrible crime against his very soul.
I didn’t like this feeling. It coiled in my chest like a serpent, striking soft, tender parts of me.
“Never even occurred to you,” Valentine spat, coming back to me. “It never even entered your mind I wouldn’t welcome your version of immortality.” He chuckled. “God, that’s so typical of you. You wouldn’t know how to be human if someone gave you lessons.”
I clutched at my heart. Holy shit. I’d gone overboard with this one. I thought he’d welcome a life of near invulnerability. He was a Turk for Shiva’s sake! They had a lifespan roughly equivalent to a fruit fly. I’d believed he’d take the indignity of me locking him away once he realized I’d made him everlasting.
I had no business attempting to psychoanalyze him, apparently; I couldn’t grasp even his most basic desires. How arrogant of me. How blind, foolish and presumptuous. I couldn’t even apologize for this.
“Hojo?”
I heard him, but I couldn’t answer. I just stared into the darkness, hoping it would swallow me.
I always did this. If I intended to help someone, I harmed them. If I intended harm, I utterly destroyed. It was a fatal flaw in my reasoning and my humanity, like Valentine said.
Suddenly, I felt very, very cold. I felt like I’d never be warm again.