Darkness Falls
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male › Cloud/Sephiroth
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Adult ++
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10
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6
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Part 7
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: Erm, yeah. Epic writer’s block fail. Sorry for the delay! I’m working myself up to a big ‘ol yaoi chapter in the not-too-distant future! Please leave some feedback if you liked it :)
Darkness Falls
Part 7
Cloud hissed in pain as the blade burned white-hot under his fingers, but was unable to move his hand. If Sephiroth was having the same problem, he was less vocal about it; which only left their current companion...
“How...quaint” she said smoothly, and though the resulting chuckle was soft, it grated on Cloud’s nerves. “And here I thought we could kill him together,” she continued, with an air of disappointment.
Though he visibly balked at the comment, the blonde wisely decided to keep his mouth shut, focusing instead on the pain that lanced through his fingers and down his arm, nerve endings raw and throbbing from exactly whatever it was that had hold of him. Not for the first time, he felt a profound wave of sympathy for the General, who had been struggling against this pain, alone and entirely misunderstood, for years. No thanks to himself, Cloud thought bitterly, suddenly reappraising his behaviour in the light of his new understanding.
It’s really no wonder that he hates me, his mind supplied, and he made a sound of wry amusement.
How bitingly ironic, to come to sympathise with one’s enemy. Worse still, to despise oneself in the process. If he ever made it out of the Northern Cave alive, Cloud knew that he would have some serious thinking to do.
“Nobody will be killing anyone,” Sephiroth interjected, breaking the awkward, tense silence, his tone as low and dangerous as the creature who claimed to be his Mother. Although he was outwardly a picture of calm, exuding confidence, the tight lines around his eyes and mouth were testimony to something else, a fear and pain that pulsed in the very blade still embedded in his flesh.
“And exactly ... how... would you plan on stopping me?”
She was still amused, rather than angry, Cloud noted, taking the opportunity to study her further while her attention remained on Sephiroth. She had the slouched posture of a cat toying idly with its prey, delaying the moment of attack purely because she could, yet at the same time an aura of danger surrounded her, an aura that both he and the General were a little too familiar with by now.
“You ended up in that tank, Jenova. If it’s been done before, I’m sure it can be done again.”
Cloud had been expecting to get his ass handed to him after that little show of bravado, maybe even a swift death. What he realised, however, as the beautiful monster turned to regard him with a thoroughly superior gaze, was that the situation was far more complicated than that. If Jenova had truly wanted him dead, after all, he would be scattered about the cave floor by now.
“Human,” it was a derisive sneer, but the young SOLDIER forced himself to maintain eye contact, “Your show of strength is certainly entertaining, but...”; a cold, cold hand reached out and laid flat on his bare chest, and the pain that had heretofore terrorized his arm suddenly blossomed about his heart, “You are only flesh and blood. My son and I are so much more.”
Refusing to give her the satisfaction of crying aloud, Cloud gritted his teeth and sent a steadfast glare back at Jenova. The gaze held for a moment, jade and sapphire fighting for control, before the pain multiplied a thousand times and drew a ragged scream from the younger man, one that soon found a litany in his companion as his hand was wrenched from the masamune, the movement jarring the deep wound in Sephiroth’s chest.
For the moment ignoring her son, Jenova moved with deadly ease over the prostrate form of the blonde, curled in on himself in a paroxysm of agony, inspecting him with a catlike curiosity that sat very ill with the murder and rage running in her blood.
“Why is it that this... creature captivates you so? He is hardly worth risking your life.”
She didn’t turn to him, but Sephiroth had enough experience to know when he was being addressed, and when it would be a mistake to withhold a response. Left with very few options, he resorted to the truth, hoping to buy some little time for the two of them.
Though he couldn’t have told anyone what they would do with it.
“I don’t know.”
She snarled, her body tautening almost imperceptibly, and Cloud’s pained cry reasserted itself as he thrashed against his tormentor. Still, Sephiroth continued to speak.
“I hate him, you know. Truly. He has stood in my path for so long, and I have longed for the day when I could crush him beneath my boot.”
Jenova’s grip on Cloud loosed slightly at this, and she smiled lazily.
Hatred. Death.
These were words she understood.
“At the same time, I can’t imagine what I would do were he not there. I think I define myself in opposition to him. I... I need him.”
“Need?”
Shocking himself by the admission, never mind Jenova and the nearly insensible Cloud, Sephiroth raised his head to meet the icy, questioning eyes of his Mother.
“Yes Mother, need. I hate him, wholeheartedly. But, I need him. I can’t let him go. I have no reason to exist if he doesn’t stand in my way.”
“Foolish,” she sneered, turning back to menace the now unconscious SOLDIER, entirely unprepared for what came next. With the silent and deadly grace that earned him the name ‘demon of Wutai’, Sephiroth got to his feet, took hold of the masamune and wrenched it free of his body. A quiet grunt of discomfort was Jenova’s only warning of her imminent death, as she turned again to meet the merciless steel that had dispatched so many others.
“You cannot kill me” She said, echoing her son’s earlier words even as the blade rested against her neck, biting into flesh more dead than alive.
“Perhaps not. But I will keep on trying. And he will be with me every time.”
With the barest movement of his arm, the shining blade parted flesh as if it were paper, and Jenova’s head fell to the cave floor with a thick, heavy thud. Nauseated, Sephiroth turned away and went over to Cloud, who, free of Jenova’s deathly grip, now shifted restlessly as he tried to right his beaten and bruised body, failing miserably in the attempt, a pile of shaking limbs collapsed on the ground.
“Cloud.”
He was deeply surprised, on some level horrified, even, to feel a strong, large arm move about his waist and pull him into a sitting position against a similarly broad chest; his head protested thoroughly at the movement and everything swam before his eyes.
“Cloud.”
“Hmm?” He hadn’t tried to form a word, but even his mumbling was slurred as exhaustion finally overtook him, adrenaline entirely gone.
“Thank you,” was all he heard, the barest whisper next to his ear, before he finally slipped into the welcoming darkness that had beckoned for so long.
TBC
A/N: Erm, yeah. Epic writer’s block fail. Sorry for the delay! I’m working myself up to a big ‘ol yaoi chapter in the not-too-distant future! Please leave some feedback if you liked it :)
Darkness Falls
Part 7
Cloud hissed in pain as the blade burned white-hot under his fingers, but was unable to move his hand. If Sephiroth was having the same problem, he was less vocal about it; which only left their current companion...
“How...quaint” she said smoothly, and though the resulting chuckle was soft, it grated on Cloud’s nerves. “And here I thought we could kill him together,” she continued, with an air of disappointment.
Though he visibly balked at the comment, the blonde wisely decided to keep his mouth shut, focusing instead on the pain that lanced through his fingers and down his arm, nerve endings raw and throbbing from exactly whatever it was that had hold of him. Not for the first time, he felt a profound wave of sympathy for the General, who had been struggling against this pain, alone and entirely misunderstood, for years. No thanks to himself, Cloud thought bitterly, suddenly reappraising his behaviour in the light of his new understanding.
It’s really no wonder that he hates me, his mind supplied, and he made a sound of wry amusement.
How bitingly ironic, to come to sympathise with one’s enemy. Worse still, to despise oneself in the process. If he ever made it out of the Northern Cave alive, Cloud knew that he would have some serious thinking to do.
“Nobody will be killing anyone,” Sephiroth interjected, breaking the awkward, tense silence, his tone as low and dangerous as the creature who claimed to be his Mother. Although he was outwardly a picture of calm, exuding confidence, the tight lines around his eyes and mouth were testimony to something else, a fear and pain that pulsed in the very blade still embedded in his flesh.
“And exactly ... how... would you plan on stopping me?”
She was still amused, rather than angry, Cloud noted, taking the opportunity to study her further while her attention remained on Sephiroth. She had the slouched posture of a cat toying idly with its prey, delaying the moment of attack purely because she could, yet at the same time an aura of danger surrounded her, an aura that both he and the General were a little too familiar with by now.
“You ended up in that tank, Jenova. If it’s been done before, I’m sure it can be done again.”
Cloud had been expecting to get his ass handed to him after that little show of bravado, maybe even a swift death. What he realised, however, as the beautiful monster turned to regard him with a thoroughly superior gaze, was that the situation was far more complicated than that. If Jenova had truly wanted him dead, after all, he would be scattered about the cave floor by now.
“Human,” it was a derisive sneer, but the young SOLDIER forced himself to maintain eye contact, “Your show of strength is certainly entertaining, but...”; a cold, cold hand reached out and laid flat on his bare chest, and the pain that had heretofore terrorized his arm suddenly blossomed about his heart, “You are only flesh and blood. My son and I are so much more.”
Refusing to give her the satisfaction of crying aloud, Cloud gritted his teeth and sent a steadfast glare back at Jenova. The gaze held for a moment, jade and sapphire fighting for control, before the pain multiplied a thousand times and drew a ragged scream from the younger man, one that soon found a litany in his companion as his hand was wrenched from the masamune, the movement jarring the deep wound in Sephiroth’s chest.
For the moment ignoring her son, Jenova moved with deadly ease over the prostrate form of the blonde, curled in on himself in a paroxysm of agony, inspecting him with a catlike curiosity that sat very ill with the murder and rage running in her blood.
“Why is it that this... creature captivates you so? He is hardly worth risking your life.”
She didn’t turn to him, but Sephiroth had enough experience to know when he was being addressed, and when it would be a mistake to withhold a response. Left with very few options, he resorted to the truth, hoping to buy some little time for the two of them.
Though he couldn’t have told anyone what they would do with it.
“I don’t know.”
She snarled, her body tautening almost imperceptibly, and Cloud’s pained cry reasserted itself as he thrashed against his tormentor. Still, Sephiroth continued to speak.
“I hate him, you know. Truly. He has stood in my path for so long, and I have longed for the day when I could crush him beneath my boot.”
Jenova’s grip on Cloud loosed slightly at this, and she smiled lazily.
Hatred. Death.
These were words she understood.
“At the same time, I can’t imagine what I would do were he not there. I think I define myself in opposition to him. I... I need him.”
“Need?”
Shocking himself by the admission, never mind Jenova and the nearly insensible Cloud, Sephiroth raised his head to meet the icy, questioning eyes of his Mother.
“Yes Mother, need. I hate him, wholeheartedly. But, I need him. I can’t let him go. I have no reason to exist if he doesn’t stand in my way.”
“Foolish,” she sneered, turning back to menace the now unconscious SOLDIER, entirely unprepared for what came next. With the silent and deadly grace that earned him the name ‘demon of Wutai’, Sephiroth got to his feet, took hold of the masamune and wrenched it free of his body. A quiet grunt of discomfort was Jenova’s only warning of her imminent death, as she turned again to meet the merciless steel that had dispatched so many others.
“You cannot kill me” She said, echoing her son’s earlier words even as the blade rested against her neck, biting into flesh more dead than alive.
“Perhaps not. But I will keep on trying. And he will be with me every time.”
With the barest movement of his arm, the shining blade parted flesh as if it were paper, and Jenova’s head fell to the cave floor with a thick, heavy thud. Nauseated, Sephiroth turned away and went over to Cloud, who, free of Jenova’s deathly grip, now shifted restlessly as he tried to right his beaten and bruised body, failing miserably in the attempt, a pile of shaking limbs collapsed on the ground.
“Cloud.”
He was deeply surprised, on some level horrified, even, to feel a strong, large arm move about his waist and pull him into a sitting position against a similarly broad chest; his head protested thoroughly at the movement and everything swam before his eyes.
“Cloud.”
“Hmm?” He hadn’t tried to form a word, but even his mumbling was slurred as exhaustion finally overtook him, adrenaline entirely gone.
“Thank you,” was all he heard, the barest whisper next to his ear, before he finally slipped into the welcoming darkness that had beckoned for so long.
TBC