Chaos Cursed
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
22
Views:
983
Reviews:
3
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.
Chapter Twenty One
“Sanura…you haven’t slept at all, have you?” Reeve questioned softly, as the two sat in a corner of the cafeteria, far from the other employees. “What’s wrong? You can trust me, Sanura.”
“It’s-” She began to say it was nothing. Part of her was screaming at her to lie, just as she had for the past few days. But she couldn’t do it anymore. She was so tired - physically, and even more emotionally. “…my life.”
“…what about your life, specifically?” To his surprise, she answered him. It took half an hour for her to tell the story up to the point of her “captivity” with the Turks, at which point Reeve was certain she would be finished. Instead, she continued on.
“And I’m falling in love with Reno - I can’t fall in love with him! I love Angeal, and… I’m betraying him…” Tears were running down her face, her shoulders slumped and her head bowed, even as she closed her eyes. “And now, I wake up after only a few hours sleep, knowing I dreamed something so important, something I need to remember, but I keep forgetting… And even though I don’t remember what it is, I know it’s the same dream!”
“Maybe you don’t want to know, Sanura…” Reeve told her, a sad smile on his face as she looked up to him in shock. “Whatever it is this dream is telling you…maybe you’re refusing to listen, so it has to keep coming back - until you do listen.”
“…But…” She stared as he got to his feet, shaking his head.
“I have to get back to work…just remember that before you go to bed tonight - that you need to listen to whatever that dream is telling you.”
The words stuck in her mind as she lay down to sleep that night, and though she still didn’t think she wanted to know, she knew Reeve was right. She had to let that dream come. What she did not - could not - know, was that her despair had drawn the attention of one who had long since passed from this world, and it could not be left to grow.
~*~
“Sanura…” The voice drew her awake - but even in opening her eyes and sitting up, her mind told her she was still asleep. It also whispered that this was more than a dream. It was not until her eyes fell upon the man standing by her window - illuminated by the lights of Midgar at night - that she froze, staring into eyes of the same color of others already lost - that deep Mako green, the sign by which anyone in SOLDIER had been recognized.
“…Angeal…” The name no more than a breath on her lips, she got to her feet, tears in her eyes even as she moved to join him, her hands reaching out to touch his face. He was there - she could feel him, his flesh, the warmth of his skin - just as back then. “Angeal…I’ve missed you so much…”
“I know, Sanura…I have missed you, as well - I never said goodbye…and it has pained me to know that you have suffered for the lack of it…” Sanura shook her head, rising on her toes to kiss him gently.
“…say goodbye to me in a more lasting way than words…please…I know this is only a dream, Angeal…but let me be with you…if only in dream…one last time…” Even as she spoke, she was removing his clothing, lips seeking his again even as she began to unbutton his pants, his shirt already removed and cast to the floor. In very little time, both were bared and he rose over her on the bed - his skin against hers, his hands worshipping her body even as his lips worked on her mouth in supplication. It was as it had always been between them - slow and gentle, but above all, full of love. This time, however, Sanura knew it would be the last - forever.
Each movement was infinitely more precious to her because of that fact - each gasp, each moan, each whisper of her name. His face never left her sight, his arms wrapping around her and holding her close as the pleasure poured through them both, leaving him to lay beside her, while she cuddled into his chest.
“I cannot come to you again, Sanura…I should not have come even now - but you are so unhappy…and I cannot continue to simply watch as you suffer. …you deserve nothing but happiness…and for that, you need someone who can keep you smiling.
She instantly stiffened at his words, sitting up to stare down at him in horror. He knew - of course, he knew… “But I love you!”
“You can love more than once, you know…you have an entire life yet, Sanura…and a heart that cannot last without giving love - and receiving it.”
“But-”
“I know you love Reno…Don’t fight it. …I want you to be happy.”
“I was happy with you!”
“I…was no more than a monster…” His words were quiet, filled with shame and self-loathing, even as he moved away to dress.
“That’s not…That’s not true.” She whispered, rising to her feet to do the same - reaching out for him after she had thrown on the boy shorts and tank-top. Though she was pained when he stepped away, she did not cry. He was already dead - she knew this. His arms wrapped around her one last time, holding her tight, before he picked her up and carried her back to bed, pulling the blankets up over her.
“It was, at that time. You know this, Sanura.” His voice was fainter now, no more than a whisper as he backed away, but it was a whisper with more weight than any command she had ever heard. “Go… and be happy…”
“It’s-” She began to say it was nothing. Part of her was screaming at her to lie, just as she had for the past few days. But she couldn’t do it anymore. She was so tired - physically, and even more emotionally. “…my life.”
“…what about your life, specifically?” To his surprise, she answered him. It took half an hour for her to tell the story up to the point of her “captivity” with the Turks, at which point Reeve was certain she would be finished. Instead, she continued on.
“And I’m falling in love with Reno - I can’t fall in love with him! I love Angeal, and… I’m betraying him…” Tears were running down her face, her shoulders slumped and her head bowed, even as she closed her eyes. “And now, I wake up after only a few hours sleep, knowing I dreamed something so important, something I need to remember, but I keep forgetting… And even though I don’t remember what it is, I know it’s the same dream!”
“Maybe you don’t want to know, Sanura…” Reeve told her, a sad smile on his face as she looked up to him in shock. “Whatever it is this dream is telling you…maybe you’re refusing to listen, so it has to keep coming back - until you do listen.”
“…But…” She stared as he got to his feet, shaking his head.
“I have to get back to work…just remember that before you go to bed tonight - that you need to listen to whatever that dream is telling you.”
The words stuck in her mind as she lay down to sleep that night, and though she still didn’t think she wanted to know, she knew Reeve was right. She had to let that dream come. What she did not - could not - know, was that her despair had drawn the attention of one who had long since passed from this world, and it could not be left to grow.
~*~
“Sanura…” The voice drew her awake - but even in opening her eyes and sitting up, her mind told her she was still asleep. It also whispered that this was more than a dream. It was not until her eyes fell upon the man standing by her window - illuminated by the lights of Midgar at night - that she froze, staring into eyes of the same color of others already lost - that deep Mako green, the sign by which anyone in SOLDIER had been recognized.
“…Angeal…” The name no more than a breath on her lips, she got to her feet, tears in her eyes even as she moved to join him, her hands reaching out to touch his face. He was there - she could feel him, his flesh, the warmth of his skin - just as back then. “Angeal…I’ve missed you so much…”
“I know, Sanura…I have missed you, as well - I never said goodbye…and it has pained me to know that you have suffered for the lack of it…” Sanura shook her head, rising on her toes to kiss him gently.
“…say goodbye to me in a more lasting way than words…please…I know this is only a dream, Angeal…but let me be with you…if only in dream…one last time…” Even as she spoke, she was removing his clothing, lips seeking his again even as she began to unbutton his pants, his shirt already removed and cast to the floor. In very little time, both were bared and he rose over her on the bed - his skin against hers, his hands worshipping her body even as his lips worked on her mouth in supplication. It was as it had always been between them - slow and gentle, but above all, full of love. This time, however, Sanura knew it would be the last - forever.
Each movement was infinitely more precious to her because of that fact - each gasp, each moan, each whisper of her name. His face never left her sight, his arms wrapping around her and holding her close as the pleasure poured through them both, leaving him to lay beside her, while she cuddled into his chest.
“I cannot come to you again, Sanura…I should not have come even now - but you are so unhappy…and I cannot continue to simply watch as you suffer. …you deserve nothing but happiness…and for that, you need someone who can keep you smiling.
She instantly stiffened at his words, sitting up to stare down at him in horror. He knew - of course, he knew… “But I love you!”
“You can love more than once, you know…you have an entire life yet, Sanura…and a heart that cannot last without giving love - and receiving it.”
“But-”
“I know you love Reno…Don’t fight it. …I want you to be happy.”
“I was happy with you!”
“I…was no more than a monster…” His words were quiet, filled with shame and self-loathing, even as he moved away to dress.
“That’s not…That’s not true.” She whispered, rising to her feet to do the same - reaching out for him after she had thrown on the boy shorts and tank-top. Though she was pained when he stepped away, she did not cry. He was already dead - she knew this. His arms wrapped around her one last time, holding her tight, before he picked her up and carried her back to bed, pulling the blankets up over her.
“It was, at that time. You know this, Sanura.” His voice was fainter now, no more than a whisper as he backed away, but it was a whisper with more weight than any command she had ever heard. “Go… and be happy…”