Rebirth
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Final Fantasy VII › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
44
Views:
2,529
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 4 - The Dream
Chapter 4 - The Dream
As Cloud drifted into a deep sleep, he began to dream. In his dream, he saw Sephiroth's
evil grin and those weird pale eyes. He was saying something to Cloud but he didn't
understand the words. His tone was mocking and it made Cloud angry. He tried to lash
out at Sephiroth but could not lift his sword. His feet felt very heavy and he couldn't
move fast enough to keep up with Sephiroth who was walking backwards away from
him. He stumbled after his enemy into a large, dark room with a blinding white light that
shone down on a naked, prone figure lying on a table. Transfixed, he approached the
table. Who was this person? As he approached he realized the body was a female and
that she was heavily pregnant. She was strapped down to the table so she could not
move. Sephiroth appeared behind the woman, still talking in his unintelligible language.
Cloud stood at the foot of the table, not able to make out the woman's face. Suddenly he
heard Sephiroth's voice inside his head.
"Do you know her? You know her. You can have her back when I am done with her. I
just want the child."
Then her heard Tifa's voice screaming his name, "Cloud!"
Cloud woke with a start to find Tifa in a deep sleep. He was confused at first. What had
wakened him? He looked around but saw nothing but the darkened room. He could hear
Tifa's steady breathing and feel the rise and fall of her chest against him. He was
bothered by the remnants of his dream but as it faded from his memory he smiled and lay
his head back on the pillow next to hers and pulled her closer. As he did, he noticed a
faint red glow through the thin sheet covering them. It was coming from somewhere in
front of Tifa.
Curious, he leaned up on one elbow and gently moved Tifa on to her back, careful not to
wake her. There, on her stomach, was the light. It was soft, glowing, and slightly
pulsating.
"What the hell?" he whispered to himself, a feeling of dread stealing over him.
He slowly pushed the sheet aside, exposing Tifa's sleeping body. As the cold night air
hit Tifa's skin, she shifted and murmured something in her sleep. He looked quickly at
her face and saw that she was dreaming. Her fists clenched and unclenched and her face
was contorted with a pain he did not understand. He glanced back down her body to the
light and realized that it was coming from inside her.
As Cloud drifted into a deep sleep, he began to dream. In his dream, he saw Sephiroth's
evil grin and those weird pale eyes. He was saying something to Cloud but he didn't
understand the words. His tone was mocking and it made Cloud angry. He tried to lash
out at Sephiroth but could not lift his sword. His feet felt very heavy and he couldn't
move fast enough to keep up with Sephiroth who was walking backwards away from
him. He stumbled after his enemy into a large, dark room with a blinding white light that
shone down on a naked, prone figure lying on a table. Transfixed, he approached the
table. Who was this person? As he approached he realized the body was a female and
that she was heavily pregnant. She was strapped down to the table so she could not
move. Sephiroth appeared behind the woman, still talking in his unintelligible language.
Cloud stood at the foot of the table, not able to make out the woman's face. Suddenly he
heard Sephiroth's voice inside his head.
"Do you know her? You know her. You can have her back when I am done with her. I
just want the child."
Then her heard Tifa's voice screaming his name, "Cloud!"
Cloud woke with a start to find Tifa in a deep sleep. He was confused at first. What had
wakened him? He looked around but saw nothing but the darkened room. He could hear
Tifa's steady breathing and feel the rise and fall of her chest against him. He was
bothered by the remnants of his dream but as it faded from his memory he smiled and lay
his head back on the pillow next to hers and pulled her closer. As he did, he noticed a
faint red glow through the thin sheet covering them. It was coming from somewhere in
front of Tifa.
Curious, he leaned up on one elbow and gently moved Tifa on to her back, careful not to
wake her. There, on her stomach, was the light. It was soft, glowing, and slightly
pulsating.
"What the hell?" he whispered to himself, a feeling of dread stealing over him.
He slowly pushed the sheet aside, exposing Tifa's sleeping body. As the cold night air
hit Tifa's skin, she shifted and murmured something in her sleep. He looked quickly at
her face and saw that she was dreaming. Her fists clenched and unclenched and her face
was contorted with a pain he did not understand. He glanced back down her body to the
light and realized that it was coming from inside her.