Sunset

Disclaimer: As usual, I don't own Final Fantasy or any of these characters, they are Square's and I don't make money from this.

Warnings: Solo male pleasure in this chapter, just to give a warning.

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Dreams

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''Hello?''

''Sephiroth?'' the young voice asked on the other end.

''Yes, this is my phone. Zack, what's the situation there?''

''More monsters. Angeal clones. Genesis clones. Sephiroth, what is going on here?''

''Calm down, Zack. Keep your composure. We don't even know. Well, I don't know, in any case.''

Zack sounded frustrated on the other end. ''Arrg...why won't they tell us anything?''

''It's their nature, Zack. The quicker you learn that, the better.''

The young man sighed on the other end. ''I know. I don't always like it, though.''

''Life is like that, Zack. Continue on. Report back if anything changes.''

''Yeah. Man, I just wanna get back there.''

''I know, Zack.'' Sephiroth found those words catch in his throat for some reason.

''I'll call you if anything changes.''

''Very well.'' He hung up the phone, and sat on the edge of his bed, in his rather spartan quarters.

His jacket and sword hung on the wall; he wore only his heavy boots and trousers, his head in his hand. He had showered, and finally felt like the dirt of the slums was off of him. Funny, I kill tens and hundreds of enemies at once and I tend to feel less dirty. Makes you wonder what kind of people we really are.

He knew why Zack wanted to come back; to see the girl that he had his interest in, Aerith. He had just seen her and she seemed to be doing just fine; she was sort of a pure spark of life in that otherwise dismal, dirty and desperate place. All of us may well do better with some of her personality.

Why did he feel guilty after this job? He simply went and questioned people; he happened to see her and questioned her as well. She was another dweller of the slums, like anyone else. He had already spoken a bit to her before on his visits, a couple of times with Zack. It was no different this time; he simply helped her carry a heavy item. He was good for that at least, if he wasn't killing something or someone; using his strength to do something other that kill was refreshing once in awhile.

So why did he feel like something was going on in his head that shouldn't?

He had looked at her, and he had found his eyes wandering on her. But he was a man, and she a woman...a young woman, thirteen years his junior, but a woman nonetheless. He still had enough of a human side to him to look at a pretty girl. There was nothing wrong with that. About everyone did it. Zack, he was flirtatious with about any woman he met, and seemingly didn't get pangs of guilt from this.

So why do I feel like I'm doing something wrong right now?

Perhaps it could have been the fact his comrade whom he did like, despite his immaturity, had an interest in the girl. It could have been her age. It could have been a mixture of the two, or that Shin-Ra obviously had some sort of interest in the girl as well.

Maybe it was because of the thoughts that were entering his head.

At first they were normal thoughts-she was a pretty girl. This time, though...he found the thoughts a bit more...forbidden, if you wanted to say it nicely. He hadn't had a woman in a long time, and he had a feeling...an almost hundred percent feeling, she was pure.

They weren't a constant barrage of thoughts, but he would be lying to himself if some ideas hadn't crossed his mind as they sat in the church. As he sat in silence, he watched her with the flowers; most of his thoughts had been of work, but a few were of something else. He couldn't help but notice how her fair skin was complimented by the dress, and the green hue of her eyes, the tumble of brown hair.

But she was so young, though.

She was looking at him, as well. He knew the look well enough. He hoped it had just been a sort of awe, however. Sephiroth could do that to people.

He folded his arms on his legs, staring at the blank wall of his room, in silence, his thoughts leaving his head for awhile. He absently picked up a materia that was in his room; a yellow colored one, which he had probably long forgotten. He rolled the smooth, cool stone in his hand. He didn't rely as much on the stuff these days, given his raw power and ability; but he still indeed used it. They all did. Magic was a handy thing to have.

I can see what he sees in her, maybe.

He cursed himself silently again for allowing the thoughts to come back in. He was a soldier, a general. He was beyond First Class Soldier, in a league of his own. He was a decorated hero; he had killed hundreds and hundreds of men and monsters in his career, by orders, in defense of himself, or his comrades, with his sword, materia, or even his bare hands, which were as deadly as any blade could be. He was looked up upon by the lower-ranked members, revered, and praised.

Why the hell couldn't he get the thoughts of a simple girl out of his head, like he was some lovesick puppy?

He sighed angrily and looked out his window and the bright red-orange sunset that went over the ocean.

'The sky makes me nervous.'

The words echoed in his head; he did not understand how anyone could think that...but she was not just anyone.

She definitely was not just anyone.

Damn it! He thought to himself in a rather frustrated manner.I barely even know the girl!

It was probably just some sort of infatuation. Again, he was a man, and men thought these things. Women did, too. It was a natural part of life, as unnatural as he was. He could just accept it and move on. People think these things, sometimes. It was nothing to feel guilty about. It didn't kill you to have dirty or forbidden thoughts once in awhile. Plenty of people could look at someone and wonder about them in more carnal ways, and then they move on with their lives. It wasn't some kind of poison.

So why do I feel like it is?

He knew how much Zack liked the girl; he was excited to speak of her. They weren't dating, they had met a few times, but he did like her, and Sephiroth could tell she liked him.

He also saw her looking at him today, in a similar manner.

Regardless of what she is, she still has human thoughts, too. She's young, besides. Many young people are curious, that's all.

He stared at the red, orange, and purple light in the sky, which reflected off of the water. It was quite beautiful. There was nothing scary about this. Even he could see beauty in things.

And people.

Hmph.

He remembered sitting in the church, the smell of the flowers pleasant to his senses compared to everything else; the church smelled...calm. Wood, flowers, and another pleasant scent when the girl sat next to him when they talked a bit. She also smelled nice; it was a very fresh, clean scene...pure.

He could almost hear Genesis in his head, mentioning something poetic about it.

He felt a rough feeling in his right hand; he looked down to see he had crushed the materia in his hand into small pieces, some of it almost sand, without realizing it. He sifted it through his fingers, watching the yellow dust fall onto the spotless wooden floor of his room, followed with the other small pieces which hit the floor with a soft clacking sound. He brushed his boot over it, crushing the rest to powder and kicking it away, before resting his head on his arm, still staring at the flaming sunset.

Maybe this is just that human remnant that's thinking these things. Maybe it's a good thing.

It just doesn't feel like one.

He sighed again to himself and lay on his hard bed, on top of the covers, with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. He crossed one long leg over the other one, and thought perhaps he could catch a nap before another inevitable phone call came. He usually didn't need very much sleep-but he felt like it now, for some reason.

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Like ripples to waves come forth the dreams below.

The words echoed in his head as he woke with a start; the sunset replaced with a clear night sky. He had no idea how long he had slept; perhaps he had been more tired than he thought. He didn't sleep very often, anymore.

Dreams, indeed. He really wished he hadn't of dreamed these things. He had a feeling he would. They say that sometimes people dream what is heavily on their mind; sometimes they dream nothing of the sort.

He wished it would have been the latter.

He saw he had missed a call; from headquarters. No doubt he would have work tonight. He almost welcomed it. Sitting here alone was not something he wanted to do right now.

He stood, stretched, and rubbed his eyes, smoothing down his impossibly long hair.

He did not feel very comfortable at this moment.

He checked the time of the call, and the current time; they must have called right after he had drifted off. Must have been deep, he thought to himself. I usually don't sleep so deeply.

I usually also don't dream...such...things.

He could still smell her scent, even though it wasn't really in the room, at the moment.

Cursing himself for his weakness...his very human weakness, he walked into the small bathroom.

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The phone started to ring again after a few moments. His head was leaning against the wall, he was panting heavily, cursing himself even further, as he violently tugged.

This is preposterous, he thought angrily. Like a god damned schoolboy having his first wet dream.

He had to, though. After the dream he had, he felt like he needed it. He couldn't remember the last time he did this.

His panting grew as he tugged and stroked at his manhood, standing in the bathroom, his trousers open, occasionally looking behind him as if someone would actually come to his quarters and see the great Sephiroth reduced to this...this state. The closer the relief came, the more disgusted he felt with himself.

But her smooth, pale skin tasted so good in the dream...and he could still smell her. She was on his lap, her dress down. He was indulging in every part of her pure body, the two of them loving every second of it.

Why now? He thought, tugging faster, feeling himself about to finally climax, as his breathing grew ragged. I had seen her several times before and never looked twice. Why the hell now?

He growled, wanting his release to come...thinking back to the dream.

They had embraced, and kissed...her small hands on his chest, his mouth tracing over he lips, neck, chest...her breasts. He had started to sample the soft skin of her thighs when he heard the familiar voice above him, flying through the hole in the church roof, saying the line that rang in his head.

What the hell...was Genesis doing in the dream...

He had woken up at that point, but the feeling hadn't left him.

He growled loudly as his climax came; he continued to tug, as his seed released from him in a jet, as if he hadn't had release in a very long time. It...has...been a very long time.

When he finished, he cursed himself again as he cleaned up himself and parts of the bathroom, he stomped out of the room angrily, and saw his phone. He didn't bother calling back-he just decided to go right to headquarters.

He pulled on his jacket and took his sword; he was hoping inside to get to kill a few things tonight.

He felt like letting off some steam.

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A/N: Not much to say here. Not a long chapter. The story will continue in chapter 3!