Family

Family

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Chapter 40: Search and
Destroy

The sun had barely peaked
over the mountain ridge, when an explosion
rocked the Garden complex. Alarms blaredstyle='color:fuchsia'> out their warning sirens, and red flashing style='color:fuchsia'>danger lights began
shining brightly to signal the emergency.

Upon hearing all the commotion,
Lazard immediately,
jumped out of bed, with his wife right
behind him. Both were frantically searching for their
articles of clothing that style='color:fuchsia'>had been discarded some time during the early part
of the night.

“What is going on?” Quistis asked
worriedly
as she stepped into her jeans, tucking in a
brown long sleeved shirt before quickly donnstyle='color:fuchsia'>ing a pair of sturdy leather
riding boots.

“I have no idea, but I can take a guess,” class=SpellE>Lazard answered, dressstyle='color:fuchsia'>ing in the
elegant royal purple Victorian style suit he had
worn the day before.

Turning to her wardrobe, class=SpellE>Quistis retrieved her weapon, strapping it to her hip. style='color:fuchsia'>She hadn’t used it in real combat for a number of
years, only ever
using it recently for training purposes. She was just thankful that her
skill to crack a whip hadn’t dwindled.

“It’s about the boy, isn’t it?” she said with trepidation in
her voice.

“Maybe… Or someone else
found out that we have an excellent young breeder and wants him,” class=SpellE>Lazard replied. “But we
cannot afford to lose him.”

“I for one want him gone. He’s been nothing but trouble,” class=SpellE>Quistis yelledstyle='color:fuchsia'> out over the deafening
noise of falling debris. Her beautiful home was being destroyed, coming
down around them. In her heart she knew it was
happening because of their small blond prisoner, and a part of her wished she
had never set eyes on him. But at the same time, Quistis
didn’t want to lose her only opportunity to have a baby of her own.

“Why would you say such a thing, my dear?” class=SpellE>Lazard asked his wife, not believing what he was hearingstyle='color:fuchsia'>, going over to her and stroking her arms lovingly. For
some reason, she seemed to hate the boy that offered them such hope for a
family of their own.

“You’ve catered to his every need ever since his arrival
here. And even when that fight broke style='color:fuchsia'>out, you did
nothing to discipline him for his rude behavior,” class=SpellE>Quistis fumed. “And on top of that, that bitch has
yet to get pregnant! You promised me a child! You said he could carry ourstyle='color:fuchsia'>…….”

An urgent knock on their
bedroom door interrupted her argument.
Snatching the door open, Lazard was not surprised style='color:fuchsia'>to see Squall standing
there. He had actually expected the class=SpellE>gunblader’sstyle='color:fuchsia'> presence sooner.

“We need to evacuate, now. Most of the complex is on firestyle='color:fuchsia'>, and parts of it have been heavily damaged,”
Squall reported.

“What about the trainee barracks? Was everyone able to get
out?” Lazard asked hopefully.

“I regretfully have to report,
that was the first building to be demolished,
sir. Everyone is dead.”

Quistis gaspstyle='color:fuchsia'>ed behind her husband.
“Who is attacking us?” she screamed in both anger
and fear.

“Unknown,” Squall answered. “class=SpellE>Seifer and Zell are style='color:fuchsia'>out searching for the person or persons
responsible, while Irvine
and Riona are assisting the staff and survivors.” style='color:fuchsia'>He stood there, waiting for a response, obviously with
something else on his mind to say.

Nodding slightly, class=SpellE>Lazard exhaled his pent up
breath. So many lives had been loststyle='color:fuchsia'>, and for what? He needed
to have a face, or style='color:fuchsia'>a name, of whostyle='color:fuchsia'>mever or whatever
was attacking.

“This ends now, sirstyle='color:fuchsia'>. Release the boy,” Squall demandedstyle='color:fuchsia'> bravely. “If the
assault on us is being led by who I think it is, then this isn’t going to end
well for any of us.”

“No! I will not be denied
what is rightfully mine,”style='color:fuchsia'> Lazard snapped back,
defiantly.

“We’ve just lost over style='color:fuchsia'>two hundred young men and women because of your
selfish needs! Obviously the boy cannot
conceive through artificial means, and style='color:fuchsia'>has to be impregnated the old fashion way,” Squall
argued.

“Whclass=GramE>-what are you saying, Squall? That my husband must… class=GramE>With that home wrecker?” class=SpellE>Quistis’ style='color:fuchsia'>face puckered in disgust at just the thought of her
husband in bed with the boy, and she was furious with her friend for
even voicing such a vile suggestion.

“No,” Squall answered immediately,
throwing his hands up in a show of defense. “I’m just saying that, maybe style='color:fuchsia'>you’re not meant
to have a child, Quistis. We’ve hstyle='color:fuchsia'>eld this kid captive
for over two months with no positive results,
and now I believe that his husband, who just
so happens to be the Generalstyle='color:fuchsia'>, or rather the ex-General for Shin-Rastyle='color:fuchsia'>, is bringing the complex down around our headsstyle='color:fuchsia'> in his quest to get him back. We need to savestyle='color:fuchsia'> our faces, and
our lives, by letting the boy go.style='color:fuchsia'>”

Quistisstyle='color:fuchsia'> began shaking her head.

“Listen, I’ll stall
Sephiroth for as long as I can, but you have
to accept it… there will be no children in
your future, just as there will be none in
mine either,” Squall stated sadly. He knew that Seifer
would have made a wonderful father, but
seeing as they were both men, style='color:fuchsia'>and neither one of them
a breeder, for which he was secretly thankfulstyle='color:fuchsia'>, Seifer and he style='color:fuchsia'>had become resigned to
the idea of never bestyle='color:fuchsia'>coming parents.

And with that somber thought, Squall swiftly left his
employers bedchambers to seek out the style='color:fuchsia'>man he held responsible for the almost complete
ruin of Balamb
Garden.

class=GramE>oOoOoOo

Blood was heavily splattered
along the greenish glow of the pit of the Northern Crater. It glittered like
gold from the low illumination of the natural lava flow of mako,
yet the decayed metallic smell of it was undeniable.

Vincent took note of the various gunshot holesstyle='color:fuchsia'> marking the walls throughout the passagestyle='color:fuchsia'> as he crept along. He recognized the standard
issue handgun of a Turkstyle='color:fuchsia'>. There were
other markings from a different weapon though, one
he’d never seen before. style='color:fuchsia'>Running his hand along the double slashed groovesstyle='color:fuchsia'>, he presumed them to be that
of a katana, a Souba most likely. But, those swords
were none existent.

He sighed. style='color:fuchsia'>Masamune wasn’t supposed to exist eitherstyle='color:fuchsia'>, and yet his son wielded thstyle='color:fuchsia'>at sword with a powerstyle='color:fuchsia'> and grace to be envied.

Slowly making his way to the center of the deep hole,
Vincent couldn’t help but feel on edgestyle='color:fuchsia'>. What really irked
him was that Chaos was ominously silent. This was the creature’s
shinning moment to enjoy the suffering of others,
in the slim opportunity that it would get a taste of some blood. class=GramE>And yet… nothing.style='color:fuchsia'>

Vincent’s senses wstyle='color:fuchsia'>ere gearing his body up, preparing him for battlestyle='color:fuchsia'> as he continued to carefully make his way forward. But
as he reached the center of the crater, his crimson
eyes widened with surprise at what he saw, for it
was not what he had expected to see.

A jagged ledge, surrounded by pillars of stalagmitesstyle='color:fuchsia'>, housed two badly wounded bodies.

Running to the unmoving forms, uncaring of any danger as he
slammed Cerberus back into its holster on his right hip, Vincent dropped onto
one knee, feeling for the pulse of both
individuals. The first one style='color:fuchsia'>was a female,
with short blonde hair.

Turning her over, Vincent
gasped in shock. “Elena,” Vincent whispered
to himself, as he immediately recognizedstyle='color:fuchsia'> her. But then, if this was Elenastyle='color:fuchsia'>…

Carefully examining the
other body which was
lying on top of a pool of blood, style='color:fuchsia'>Vincent breathed out a name in disbelief.

“Tseng.”

class=GramE>oOoOoOo

Cloud remained dazed as he lay on the exam bench style='color:fuchsia'>in Dr. Kadowaki’s lab. style='color:fuchsia'>He was being subjected to yet another insemination
injection. This made whatstyle='color:fuchsia'>… five, seven, tenstyle='color:fuchsia'>? He couldn’t remember any longerstyle='color:fuchsia'> the correct number of procedures he had gone through,
but it didn’t matter, because he knew there
was only one way he could ever conceivestyle='color:fuchsia'>.

The doctor style='color:fuchsia'>though, was convinced otherwise,
certain that by using class=SpellE>Hojo’s research notes a pregnancy couldstyle='color:fuchsia'> be made to take place
within Cloud’s body. She just needed time.

But in her heart, Dr. class=SpellE>Kadowaki knew that time
was running out.

class=GramE>oOoOoOo

Smoke filled the endless
passageways of Garden.
Seifer and Zell crept as
silently as they couldstyle='color:fuchsia'> along the corridors once they were sure everyone
was out of danger, their eyes always searching,
their ears listening for the slightest suspicious sound.

“I don’t like this,” Zell
whispered, closing his gloved hands into
tight fists, the leather stretching across
his tensed up knuckles.

“Shut the hell up,” Seifer sstyle='color:fuchsia'>colded through clenched teeth. “What are you
trying to do, give our position away?”

“It wouldn’t have mattered evenstyle='color:fuchsia'> you’d both been as silent as style='color:fuchsia'>the grave, I still would have found youstyle='color:fuchsia'>,” said the voice of a
tall silhouetted person who was walking
towards them. class=SpellE>Seifer and class=SpellE>Zell froze, standstyle='color:fuchsia'>ing motionless as the
unknown man approached them. “And now, if you would be so kind, tell me
where my husband is… And just to warn you, I won’t be askstyle='color:fuchsia'>ing twice.”

“Who the fuck are you?” class=SpellE>Seifer demanded,
pointing his gunblade at the intruder.

Walking fully into the light, long
silver-grey hair danced about the massive body
that was clad in black. The two friends
had never seen anything like it. Sure, the
ankle length trench coat was nothing new, as Seifer
favored his white one. But to be bare-cheststyle='color:fuchsia'>ed, with only one clasp holdstyle='color:fuchsia'>ing the material closed,
was awe inspiring. Not to mention the trench
boots that traveled up to the man’s thigh. What impressed class=SpellE>Seifer the most about the
outfit though, were the many belts and straps that complimented the
attire, for it reminded him of his ice
queen.

“I am… Sephirothstyle='color:fuchsia'>,” drawled the
stranger, extending an arm out and bowing a little, never taking his eyes from
the two men standing in front of him.

With vivid clarity, class=SpellE>Seifer suddenly remembered
the man that he and Squall style='color:fuchsia'>had seen in the boy’s bed,
moments before he had vanished. class=SpellE>Seifer grinned now,
slinging Hyperion over his right shoulder while holding his left handstyle='color:fuchsia'> up into the air. So, this was the all mighty and
powerful Sephiroth, the famous Shin-Ra General that
Lazard had told them about.

“Sorry, but I’m afraid that the little blond is otherwise
occupied at the moment,” he said, taking aim. class=GramE>“But I’m sure Zell
and I can keep you company for a while.”

Flames erupted from class=SpellE>Seifer’s gloved hand as he
cast a fire bomb. And
thinking he had the element of surprise,
Seifer charged his
opponent… only to find the space empty where Sephiroth had style='color:fuchsia'>just been standing.

Before he could figure out where the
man had gone, Seifer
suddenly found himself being thrownstyle='color:fuchsia'> down the full length of the corridor. He landed
on his back with just enough seconds to
spare to raise his weapon and block the style='color:fuchsia'>incoming strike of the longest blade he’d ever
seen.

“Not bad! You’re not at
all what Shorty claims you to be,” class=SpellE>Seifer taunted, pushing back with his gunblade.

Sephiroth said nothing as he delivered a well placed kick to
Seifer’s ribs, sending
him soaring through the air while at the same time
he spun around and countered class=SpellE>Zell’s back attack with a right solid punch to class=SpellE>Zell’s jaw, knocking him unconscious.

Back on his feet, seeing his
friend fall, Seifer chargedstyle='color:fuchsia'> again, reaching the silver haired man and intending to
do him damage. Serious damage.

Their blades lit up the area as they circled each otherstyle='color:fuchsia'> and fought. It was amazing how Sephiroth
practically zipped around Seifer with inhuman speed.
The Hunter couldn’t keep up with man’s movement, or
with the many cuts and slices that Sephiroth’s sword made against him, and he
found himself getting slower, weaker.

Not expecting the body slam,
or to be hit with an
awesome right hook, Seifer found himself once again
flat on his back. But this time he didn’t manage to stand up as the blows were followed by the
burning pain of being stabbed. Sephiroth style='color:fuchsia'>had nailed him to the ground with his sword. Blood
slowly oozed from the wound in the fleshy part of
his upper thigh, staining his white trench coat.

style='color:fuchsia;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold'>So, tstyle='mso-bidi-font-weight:bold'>his was how it ends, class=SpellE>Seifer contemplated, his face
scrunching up and grimacing, expressing the excruciating painstyle='color:fuchsia'> he was suffering as Sephiroth methodically
twisted Masamune, causing more red fluid to pool
out around the floor. It was a rare sight to see Seifer
with any type of blood on him, especially his own,
as he was normally the better fighter in a contest. style='color:fuchsia'>But today he had met his match, his better, and his
exhausted body just
wanted to give in and to sleep
forever. But he couldn’tstyle='color:fuchsia'>… lives were at stake.

The smile on the ex-General’s lips was enough to let class=SpellE>Seifer know that the bastard was enjoying the torture
session. And as the gunblader
screamed out, so the silver haired man’s smile got
wider.

Then the torment suddenly stopped.

Sephiroth was not bothered in the least by the weapon
prodding him none too gently in the back. He
swore silently, knowing his duster would be
ruined with infinitesimal pin prick holesstyle='color:fuchsia'> if the gunblade were fired at
him. Looking down at Seifer he style='color:fuchsia'>sneered, “Ah, your lover has come to save you.”

“Timing, Princess, you gots to
work on your timing,” Seifer grunted outstyle='color:fuchsia'>, biting his lips to stop a cry of pain as the long sword
was removed roughly from his leg.

“Sephiroth, I presume?” Squall inquiredstyle='color:fuchsia'> as a way of announcing himself, still holding the weapon
firmly in place as he took in the appearance of the man before him. The
description Lazard had
given proved to be nothing like the
real thing. Sephiroth was freaking huge!

“You presume correctly, underling,”
Sephiroth drawled, slowly turning his head a little. “Now, since your
playmate there refused to answer my questionstyle='color:fuchsia'>, maybe you can oblige me…
Where is Cloud?”

Hesitating for a moment before lowering Griever, Squall
looked Sephiroth firmly in the eyesstyle='color:fuchsia'> as the former elite SOLDIER turnedstyle='color:fuchsia'> around fully to face him. It startled style='color:fuchsia'>Squall to see the enchanting
emerald orbs that resembled style='color:fuchsia'>the eyes of a feline.

“He’s being held in medical,”
Squall told him. “He’s unharmed, but
he’s weak…” Squall didn’t
get the chance to say much elsestyle='color:fuchsia'>, as he was suddenly
seized by the throat and hauled off his feet.

“What do you mean ‘weak’?” Sephiroth demanded, hestyle='color:fuchsia'>edless of the compound still
exploding around them.

“Lazard wanted Cloudstyle='color:fuchsia'>… to conceive…
a child…” Squall was struggling to breathstyle='color:fuchsia'>e as Sephiroth’s hold became tighter.style='color:fuchsia'> His hands came up in a useless attempt to pull the
suffocating fingers from his neck.

Not able to stand watching
his lover being manhandled, and knowing he himself
couldn’t help, Seifer stumbled
to his feet, lurching and holding onto the wall for support as he summoned
his inner demon. The ground rumbled and shook as fissures
opened up in the
floor, causing flames to shoot out from deep within the earth.

Pausing in his questioning of the small man, Sephiroth
turned, giving Seifer a side profile. “So, you still
want a piece of me?” he mocked.

“Drop him… Now!” class=SpellE>Seifer ordered, fstyle='color:fuchsia'>ighting to stay upright on his unsteady limbs. Hyperion felt three times as heavystyle='color:fuchsia'> as normal. He also couldn’t lift his blade armstyle='color:fuchsia'>, it was useless. That
bastard must have severed tendons and nerves while
he had been slicing and dicing. The short haired blond wouldn’t be able
to summon any type of fire spellstyle='color:fuchsia'>, or cast any cure spells…
which left Seifer with only
one other option.

Instead of letting Squall drop
carefully, Sephiroth casually tossed him as
if he were casting away a style='color:fuchsia'>pebble over water. And
as he did so, a fiery hoof came down before him,
and then another. Sephiroth’s
cat-like eyes raced up the large body of the
fire demon that had appeared in front of him,
taking in the details of this new adversary.

Behind him, Sephiroth
felt the icy chill of yet another creaturestyle='color:fuchsia'> that was not of this world. style='color:fuchsia'>He turned.

She was beautiful, as far
as demon looks went, with lengthy pale blue
hair that reached her waist, and her skinstyle='color:fuchsia'> shimmering in the same shade. Snowflakes fell
around her curvy form every time she moved, and
while a crystal crown adorned her head,
her clothing left little to the imagination.

Sephiroth smirked, his brows
quirking at the menacing threat presented to him.

“A fire and ice demon,” he stated, slowly rising his right
hand toward the heavens. “Shiva and Ifritstyle='color:fuchsia'>… I’m glad to have met your acquaintance.”

Both summons slightly
bowed their heads in acknowledgement.

Then thunder erupted as
the surrounding area became blackstyle='color:fuchsia'> with swirling mist. Lightening struck
intermediately near and around Sephiroth’s unmoving lithe form.

“You, who stand in my way,
keeping me from what belongs to me, shall suffer my wrstyle='color:fuchsia'>ath.”

But just as Sephiroth was
about to unleash his greatest weapon, he
heard a barely audible, “Seph.”

His green eyes widenstyle='color:fuchsia'>ing, Sephiroth’s maelstrom dissipated at a sight
that he had thought he would never seestyle='color:fuchsia'>, Zack walked fully into
his view.

class=GramE>oOo TBC oOo

A/N: Oh, my fuckin’ goodness! Did
Sephiroth perform for us or what? He was
absolutely hot! Sorry but Seifer got his ass handed
to him. Ah, and wasn’t it cute that Squall came to Seifer’s
rescue like his knight in shining armor, I mean, queen. Well, obviously,
something Zack’s got hastyle='color:fuchsia'>s made Sephiroth cool his jetsstyle='color:fuchsia'>. Does anyone know
what it could be? Well, to find out stay tuned for the next chapter.

Nemesis & Mitts

class=GramE>oOoOo Teaser Chapter 42 oOoOo

Taking a chance, Yuffie followed
the gunman until he stopped some distance away from their original position.

“You know, Cid got into a lot of trouble by following me, class=SpellE>Yuffie.”

“I’m sorry, Vincent, but… I have to know.”

Vincent sighed. He had
not planned on anyone joining him. “Fine, if you’re going to be here then you
may as well help.”