Darkness Falls
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male › Cloud/Sephiroth
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,549
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 2
Disclaimer: That Cloud and Sephiroth are not mine is something that I despair of on a daily basis. In other words, Final Fantasy VII (c) and its characters are the property of Square Enix, they are not mine, and I am making no money whatsoever from this work of fan fiction.
A/N: First, a big thank you to Kiheki for reviewing! As before, this story is a Cloud/Seph pairing, so if you don’t see it, don’t read it! If you have the time to leave it, feedback will be greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy the story.
Darkness Falls
Part 2
For one brief, terrible moment, I thought that he had actually done it. Shame and humiliation flooded me as I felt myself pulled into darkness; Jenova’s scream of anguish echoed my own as the connection between our minds was torn. Nevertheless, She refused to let go of me, even in the moment of my supposed ‘death’ at the hand of Cloud Strife.
I felt a cold grip on my bicep, the sharp sting of nails biting into the flesh.
“Pathetic!” She hissed, seething with anger. When I failed to respond, the grip on my arm tightened to the point of pain, and an icy-cold numbness spread from there, crawling through my body as Her terrible power drew me back from the edge of oblivion. For a long time I had no conception of my body, of its place within this world. I was utterly lost, a child without his Mother, the voice that had guided me for so long.
“We will have our revenge,” She soothed, as I instinctively turned towards her voice. I felt a cold, cold hand on my forehead just seconds before a colder set of lips descended onto my own. I realised that, until this point, I had never actually seen her with my eyes open, my mind free of her dark seduction.
Hers was a terrible beauty, so bright that it hurt my eyes to look; and yet I could not tear them away. The long hair so like my own flowed smoothly in the air behind her, almost giving an impression of peace; yet the dichotomy of deathly pale skin and blood-red lips impressed upon me again the horror of what she truly was, and the horror that I had become in turn.
“M...Mother?”
My voice was quiet, feeble in the thick air and I hated it. She hated it too.
“We will have our revenge,” she repeated, stroking a hand through my hair. The gentle, soothing touch soon turned to a heavy pressure, however, and the oh-too-familiar agony of our joining erupted in my head, a pain that quickly spread through my body, both hot and cold at the same time.
When the tremors of my body had subsided, and my howl of pain had diffused into the dark, I found that I was strong again, my body once again sculpted to perfection, utterly free of the scars that had told of my defeat mere moments ago.
“...Revenge...”
She was quiet again now, presumably wearied from her efforts, a reassuring murmur in the back of my mind. Yes. Revenge. My thoughts turned again to the young SOLDIER, no, the pretender, he who had dared to try and defeat me – my lip curled into a sneer.
“Cloud Strife”
My voice was a low, dangerous purr in the darkness. I could feel her contentment, her excitement at the approaching confrontation and my rising anger.
“Take me back” I commanded, fully recovered now, once more in utter assurance of my majesty, my rightful place beside Her. She was eager to oblige me. I felt a stab of excitement, of anticipation in my belly as the masamune formed itself in my hand, the cruel blade glinting, thirsting for blood.
His blood.
I enjoyed watching him for a while; it only fed my arrogance and superiority to see him unable to stand, to watch him as he trembled, so close I could reach out and touch him. I felt Jenova bristle in my mind at the very suggestion, felt a stabbing pain behind my eyes that clearly constituted a warning. Captivated nonetheless, I watched as he bowed his head, and his shoulders slumped under the weight of a guilt that was entirely of his own making.
“I’m sorry,” was all he said, so softly that I almost missed it.
A sudden heat flared in my lower body, I couldn’t deny that I was aroused by him – instead, I buried the thought before She could hear it. It wouldn’t do to anger her now. Besides, he would be mine before long. I moved swiftly, melting into the darkness as he turned towards me, dragging my delightful cat-and-mouse game out a little longer.
“Who’s there?” He demanded, with a strength that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
I laughed, then, and disappeared when he swung around to find the source of it. He knew, then. I was sure of it. I caught the momentary flash of disbelief on his young face before it hardened into a frown.
“I killed you.”
I smirked. Oh, such arrogance. Jenova positively purred as my hand tightened on masamune, intent on teaching that boy the real meaning of power - she either hadn’t noticed or chose not to notice the tightening of my pants as I did so. Suddenly, I was behind him, so close that I could touch the golden spikes of his hair, so close that I could smell him.
“I am a God. You cannot kill me!”
He jumped and spun around, but I was too fast for him. I raised my arm and brought the blunt edge of the masamune down on his head with a heavy smack, watching with no small amount of satisfaction as he crumpled to the cave floor.
“...Revenge...”
Jenova was impatient; I, however, was just warming up. I knelt next to Cloud’s unconscious body and pushed him so that he rolled onto his back, head lolling to the side. Bright red blood matted his hair and trickled down the side of his face, and I mused on the strength of the blow for a moment.
“What am I going to do with you?” I pondered aloud, my voice the only sound in the cave excepting Cloud’s shallow breaths, and Jenova’s hysterical laughter in the depths of my mind.
A/N: First, a big thank you to Kiheki for reviewing! As before, this story is a Cloud/Seph pairing, so if you don’t see it, don’t read it! If you have the time to leave it, feedback will be greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy the story.
Darkness Falls
Part 2
For one brief, terrible moment, I thought that he had actually done it. Shame and humiliation flooded me as I felt myself pulled into darkness; Jenova’s scream of anguish echoed my own as the connection between our minds was torn. Nevertheless, She refused to let go of me, even in the moment of my supposed ‘death’ at the hand of Cloud Strife.
I felt a cold grip on my bicep, the sharp sting of nails biting into the flesh.
“Pathetic!” She hissed, seething with anger. When I failed to respond, the grip on my arm tightened to the point of pain, and an icy-cold numbness spread from there, crawling through my body as Her terrible power drew me back from the edge of oblivion. For a long time I had no conception of my body, of its place within this world. I was utterly lost, a child without his Mother, the voice that had guided me for so long.
“We will have our revenge,” She soothed, as I instinctively turned towards her voice. I felt a cold, cold hand on my forehead just seconds before a colder set of lips descended onto my own. I realised that, until this point, I had never actually seen her with my eyes open, my mind free of her dark seduction.
Hers was a terrible beauty, so bright that it hurt my eyes to look; and yet I could not tear them away. The long hair so like my own flowed smoothly in the air behind her, almost giving an impression of peace; yet the dichotomy of deathly pale skin and blood-red lips impressed upon me again the horror of what she truly was, and the horror that I had become in turn.
“M...Mother?”
My voice was quiet, feeble in the thick air and I hated it. She hated it too.
“We will have our revenge,” she repeated, stroking a hand through my hair. The gentle, soothing touch soon turned to a heavy pressure, however, and the oh-too-familiar agony of our joining erupted in my head, a pain that quickly spread through my body, both hot and cold at the same time.
When the tremors of my body had subsided, and my howl of pain had diffused into the dark, I found that I was strong again, my body once again sculpted to perfection, utterly free of the scars that had told of my defeat mere moments ago.
“...Revenge...”
She was quiet again now, presumably wearied from her efforts, a reassuring murmur in the back of my mind. Yes. Revenge. My thoughts turned again to the young SOLDIER, no, the pretender, he who had dared to try and defeat me – my lip curled into a sneer.
“Cloud Strife”
My voice was a low, dangerous purr in the darkness. I could feel her contentment, her excitement at the approaching confrontation and my rising anger.
“Take me back” I commanded, fully recovered now, once more in utter assurance of my majesty, my rightful place beside Her. She was eager to oblige me. I felt a stab of excitement, of anticipation in my belly as the masamune formed itself in my hand, the cruel blade glinting, thirsting for blood.
His blood.
I enjoyed watching him for a while; it only fed my arrogance and superiority to see him unable to stand, to watch him as he trembled, so close I could reach out and touch him. I felt Jenova bristle in my mind at the very suggestion, felt a stabbing pain behind my eyes that clearly constituted a warning. Captivated nonetheless, I watched as he bowed his head, and his shoulders slumped under the weight of a guilt that was entirely of his own making.
“I’m sorry,” was all he said, so softly that I almost missed it.
A sudden heat flared in my lower body, I couldn’t deny that I was aroused by him – instead, I buried the thought before She could hear it. It wouldn’t do to anger her now. Besides, he would be mine before long. I moved swiftly, melting into the darkness as he turned towards me, dragging my delightful cat-and-mouse game out a little longer.
“Who’s there?” He demanded, with a strength that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
I laughed, then, and disappeared when he swung around to find the source of it. He knew, then. I was sure of it. I caught the momentary flash of disbelief on his young face before it hardened into a frown.
“I killed you.”
I smirked. Oh, such arrogance. Jenova positively purred as my hand tightened on masamune, intent on teaching that boy the real meaning of power - she either hadn’t noticed or chose not to notice the tightening of my pants as I did so. Suddenly, I was behind him, so close that I could touch the golden spikes of his hair, so close that I could smell him.
“I am a God. You cannot kill me!”
He jumped and spun around, but I was too fast for him. I raised my arm and brought the blunt edge of the masamune down on his head with a heavy smack, watching with no small amount of satisfaction as he crumpled to the cave floor.
“...Revenge...”
Jenova was impatient; I, however, was just warming up. I knelt next to Cloud’s unconscious body and pushed him so that he rolled onto his back, head lolling to the side. Bright red blood matted his hair and trickled down the side of his face, and I mused on the strength of the blow for a moment.
“What am I going to do with you?” I pondered aloud, my voice the only sound in the cave excepting Cloud’s shallow breaths, and Jenova’s hysterical laughter in the depths of my mind.