Darkness Falls
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male › Cloud/Sephiroth
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,554
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6
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Currently Reading:
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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 6
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: Sorry for the delay with this chapter! Many thanks again to my lovely reviewers! If anyone has the time to leave feedback it’s very much appreciated. Now, on with the show...
Darkness Falls
Part 6
“Sephiroth - no!”
A loud cry of protest sliced through the dark air, but it came far too late, and Cloud could only watch with a profound sense of horror as Sephiroth dropped to the cave floor; the masamune scraped against the rock despite being mostly buried in flesh, and the sound set the blonde’s teeth on edge.
Crouching beside the General, Cloud reached out with a trembling hand and touched the topmost strands of soft, silver hair, yet untouched by the blood and dirt that streaked them both.
“This wasn’t how it was supposed to be!”
He was angry again, now, his emotions and behaviour shifting faster than the blink of an eye as he tried to comprehend why he was still alive and why the General...
Cloud’s mouth suddenly set in grim determination.
“Damn you ... we’re not done yet.”
Pushing himself to his feet, the young SOLDIER concentrated hard on finding First Tsuguri in the darkness, moving towards the back of the cave where it had landed earlier. The chill of the blade soothed his burning skin, and he sagged with relief when he recognised the mastered Cure materia in its topmost slot. Thank Gaia it was still there, and working, judging by the warm glow it was emitting.
Returning to the fallen man’s side, Cloud worked quickly, removing the materia and rolling it in his hand for a moment in contemplation. The masamune needed to come out, but it was probably the only thing stopping Sephiroth from bleeding to death. He would have to be very fast indeed.
Gingerly, Cloud closed his hand around the hilt of the narrow blade, but before he could pull it a bolt of ... something shot up his arm and through his body, causing him to cry out, and keeping him frozen in place.
Cloud had instinctively shut his eyes at the painful shock, so he felt, rather than heard the sudden drop in the air pressure around them, and moments later, the cold hand that closed around his throat, jerking his head back and brutally, but calmly, depriving him of breath.
“I told you he was mine!”
Jenova’s voice was soft but there was no question of her being gentle. She was incensed. The young SOLDIER forced himself to still, and fall limp in Jenova’s grasp, though he reflexively swallowed several times to no effect.
“He will no longer desire your body when it’s in pieces ...,” she intoned, radiating the hauteur that her son had every inch perpetuated as the General of Shinra.
Even in his oxygen-deprived state, or perhaps because of it, Cloud found he was slightly giddy, and at the same time extremely confused by the words ‘desire your body.’ Up until their final battle at the cave, he had had no notion of Sephiroth’s feelings, other than those of world domination and total destruction, of course.
And now?
Well... now it looked like he was about to be slowly and gruesomely dismembered by a vengeful mother for ‘messing around’ with her son. He could have laughed at his situation. Would have, that is, if he had been able to breathe. Dimly he wondered if Jenova was party to any of his thoughts, and then, as he saw black spots at the edge of his vision, whether there was any point in fighting any more.
Before he could slide into the soothing dark, however, he felt a tug on his consciousness, somewhere in the back of his mind, and jerked back into awareness.
“Wha...?” was the only word his addled mind could create at such short notice.
“You really are a Class-A asshole, Strife. ‘Don’t give up?’ ‘Fight her dammit?’ You never have been too keen on following your own advice, have you?”
Perplexed, as he felt the vice-like grip on his throat just melt away, he opened his eyes to meet the man he knew should not, indeed could not, have been there.
“Just what the hell is going on?” he shot back impatiently. The General did not even have a mark on him.
“You touched the sword...” Sephiroth explained, “...the sword and my blood. Somehow, it gave Jenova access to you. She’s drawing power and we don’t have much time.”
“How could Jenova ‘access’ me through your sword?” Cloud demanded, pissed and utterly confused. Then he paused, remembering something else. “And where the hell do you get off calling me an asshole? ... asshole!”
The blonde knew that this had to be a dream world, or a parallel universe of some kind, when the General actually rolled his eyes.
“As much as I am loath to break up this ... charming debate ... we are both about to die if we don’t do something quickly. I need you to trust me.”
This time it was Cloud who rolled his eyes.
“You do understand, in the current context, why such an arrangement is difficult?”
The blonde parodied the General’s own inflated speech, thus infuriating his companion even further.
“Dammit Strife must you always be so petulant? Give me your hand N-O-W, or we are going to D-I-E! What more do you need to understand?”
“Why do you want me to-?”
His purely antagonistic response was interrupted when the General reached out and grabbed his hand roughly, pulling him towards his body. Before they could make contact, however, the air changed around them once more, and Cloud was more than a little displeased to find himself back in his real body, which hurt.
A lot.
In many places.
He had come back to himself on the cold floor of the Northern Cave, each breath burning in his lungs as he tried to draw air through his bruised throat. His hand was still hermetically sealed to the masamune, but this time it was different.
Sephiroth was awake, and they were not alone in the cave.
TBC
A/N: Sorry for the delay with this chapter! Many thanks again to my lovely reviewers! If anyone has the time to leave feedback it’s very much appreciated. Now, on with the show...
Darkness Falls
Part 6
“Sephiroth - no!”
A loud cry of protest sliced through the dark air, but it came far too late, and Cloud could only watch with a profound sense of horror as Sephiroth dropped to the cave floor; the masamune scraped against the rock despite being mostly buried in flesh, and the sound set the blonde’s teeth on edge.
Crouching beside the General, Cloud reached out with a trembling hand and touched the topmost strands of soft, silver hair, yet untouched by the blood and dirt that streaked them both.
“This wasn’t how it was supposed to be!”
He was angry again, now, his emotions and behaviour shifting faster than the blink of an eye as he tried to comprehend why he was still alive and why the General...
Cloud’s mouth suddenly set in grim determination.
“Damn you ... we’re not done yet.”
Pushing himself to his feet, the young SOLDIER concentrated hard on finding First Tsuguri in the darkness, moving towards the back of the cave where it had landed earlier. The chill of the blade soothed his burning skin, and he sagged with relief when he recognised the mastered Cure materia in its topmost slot. Thank Gaia it was still there, and working, judging by the warm glow it was emitting.
Returning to the fallen man’s side, Cloud worked quickly, removing the materia and rolling it in his hand for a moment in contemplation. The masamune needed to come out, but it was probably the only thing stopping Sephiroth from bleeding to death. He would have to be very fast indeed.
Gingerly, Cloud closed his hand around the hilt of the narrow blade, but before he could pull it a bolt of ... something shot up his arm and through his body, causing him to cry out, and keeping him frozen in place.
Cloud had instinctively shut his eyes at the painful shock, so he felt, rather than heard the sudden drop in the air pressure around them, and moments later, the cold hand that closed around his throat, jerking his head back and brutally, but calmly, depriving him of breath.
“I told you he was mine!”
Jenova’s voice was soft but there was no question of her being gentle. She was incensed. The young SOLDIER forced himself to still, and fall limp in Jenova’s grasp, though he reflexively swallowed several times to no effect.
“He will no longer desire your body when it’s in pieces ...,” she intoned, radiating the hauteur that her son had every inch perpetuated as the General of Shinra.
Even in his oxygen-deprived state, or perhaps because of it, Cloud found he was slightly giddy, and at the same time extremely confused by the words ‘desire your body.’ Up until their final battle at the cave, he had had no notion of Sephiroth’s feelings, other than those of world domination and total destruction, of course.
And now?
Well... now it looked like he was about to be slowly and gruesomely dismembered by a vengeful mother for ‘messing around’ with her son. He could have laughed at his situation. Would have, that is, if he had been able to breathe. Dimly he wondered if Jenova was party to any of his thoughts, and then, as he saw black spots at the edge of his vision, whether there was any point in fighting any more.
Before he could slide into the soothing dark, however, he felt a tug on his consciousness, somewhere in the back of his mind, and jerked back into awareness.
“Wha...?” was the only word his addled mind could create at such short notice.
“You really are a Class-A asshole, Strife. ‘Don’t give up?’ ‘Fight her dammit?’ You never have been too keen on following your own advice, have you?”
Perplexed, as he felt the vice-like grip on his throat just melt away, he opened his eyes to meet the man he knew should not, indeed could not, have been there.
“Just what the hell is going on?” he shot back impatiently. The General did not even have a mark on him.
“You touched the sword...” Sephiroth explained, “...the sword and my blood. Somehow, it gave Jenova access to you. She’s drawing power and we don’t have much time.”
“How could Jenova ‘access’ me through your sword?” Cloud demanded, pissed and utterly confused. Then he paused, remembering something else. “And where the hell do you get off calling me an asshole? ... asshole!”
The blonde knew that this had to be a dream world, or a parallel universe of some kind, when the General actually rolled his eyes.
“As much as I am loath to break up this ... charming debate ... we are both about to die if we don’t do something quickly. I need you to trust me.”
This time it was Cloud who rolled his eyes.
“You do understand, in the current context, why such an arrangement is difficult?”
The blonde parodied the General’s own inflated speech, thus infuriating his companion even further.
“Dammit Strife must you always be so petulant? Give me your hand N-O-W, or we are going to D-I-E! What more do you need to understand?”
“Why do you want me to-?”
His purely antagonistic response was interrupted when the General reached out and grabbed his hand roughly, pulling him towards his body. Before they could make contact, however, the air changed around them once more, and Cloud was more than a little displeased to find himself back in his real body, which hurt.
A lot.
In many places.
He had come back to himself on the cold floor of the Northern Cave, each breath burning in his lungs as he tried to draw air through his bruised throat. His hand was still hermetically sealed to the masamune, but this time it was different.
Sephiroth was awake, and they were not alone in the cave.
TBC