For all the Sephiroth addicts

For all the Sephiroth addicts.
Seph and Zach are adolescents at the Shinra training academy, exploring their sexuality with eachother and others. Lots of fun is had, until someone dies.. inspired by Archnemesis.



Anani’s Demise

WARNING: HETERO/MASTURBATION

This one is for all you Sephiroth addicts out there, just let your self slide into Anani’s character, and I hope you get just as tingly as I did writing it.

This fic is inspired by the writer of “Family”, Arch nemesis. In this fic it is suggested that Sephiroth when he was a teenager, had indeed a girlfriend.It just adds to the already tragic character that is Sephiroth, and I just had to explore it.

Arch nemesis only called her Sara, ( meaning ‘Lady’ in Hebrew) I decided to call her Anani (Which is also Hebrew , and means ‘My Cloud’”) her surname, Asphodel, means “My regret will follow you to the grave’ in the language of flowers. I had to make her somewhat of a smartypants, I mean, can you imagine Sephiroth falling for a bimbo? NOT!! ( I can’t!!!)

Most of this story bounces forward here and there, messing with the timetable. I will try to indicate when, and I have made Zach 16 and Seph 18.


Professor Hojo’s office.

Tseng entered the professors office, closing the door, and stood there waiting for him to notice his presence.

“How is the girl?” He asked, looking at the dark haired Turk.

“The same. They don’t expect her to ever wake up again.”

Hojo kept reading the progress rapports in front of him, by this action letting the Turk know that he wasnt important enough to capture his full attention.
Being a very observant man, he noticed several bruises along side the professor's neck. also he seemed to have trouble moving his left shoulder. There had been rumours going around the academy, of Sephiroth losing his temper, and things had escalated between him and the professor.
“President Shinra has decided to remove all female staff from the military training facility.” Tseng informed him.

“Where are they going to be placed?” Hojo asked.

“With the Urban Development Department. In Midgar.”
Tseng said. “The only women still around are with the Turks, and they are informed of certain interactions with Mako infused personnel. You made a mess, Professor, and I have to clean it up.”

“You remember who you are talking to, Tseng.” The professor’s voice snapped.

“I am, Hojo. I am the one that had to inform the girls parents that she has become a casualty of an ‘unfortunate’ accident. Maybe you should have bothered to inform Sephiroth of the dangers of having sexual intercourse with people that aren’t infused.”

“Sephiroth’s personal life are none of yours or mine concern.” He said, the reprimand in the other’s voice aggravating him.

“That is nonsense. You have raised him, you are responsible to make sure he knows these things.” Tseng reacted, infuriated with the obvious lack of concern for his charge. “The girls are removed just so this kind of thing wont happen again. You should seriously consider creating a way to warn cadets who are ready for infusion of the dangers it might bring.”

“Don’t you think I have thought of that? President Shinra wouldn’t have it. He was afraid it would scare recruits away, I mean, they would only be able to take partners who are not sensitive to Mako.” Hojo rebuked.

“You mean other SOLDIERs? That would mean you are condemning them to homosexuality, Hojo. Preference is still a personal matter, not a compulsory choice dictated by circumstances!” Tseng said, disgusted with the implications.

“Hence the need to know basis on the risks of Mako infusion, Tseng.”
The phone on the professor’s desk rang. He answered, and listened briefly. “I see, thank you for informing me, Doctor.”
He replaced the receiver in its cradle. “The girl has passed away.”

Tseng closed his eyes. ‘Thank Gaia for small mercies.’ He thought. If she had ever woken up, she would be so utterly damaged, she’d never be able of leading anything that resembled a life, being in a vegetative state until her body finally decided to give out. But she had been spared that terrible fate.

"If that is all, i hope you will excuse me, Mister Tseng, i am a very busy man." With that Tseng gratefully left the nasty little professor to his work, and hurried back to his own office. He was convinced that if he stayed in the presence of that man any longer, he might continue where Sephiroth had stopped.

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She sat with her fellow trainees and girlfriends at their claimed lunch table in the canteen. From their vantage point they could overlook the higher ranking cadets and the more advanced SOLDIERs.

She listened to the other girls, all like her in secretarial or other administrative staff training, but quickly lost interest. Her own mind seemed to be taking up every spare bit of energy lately, and she had also come to the conclusion that her friends really didn’t have all that much interesting things to say.

They seemed to busy themselves gossiping, or criticizing the boys and young men seated on other tables.
..you see him? He’s nice..-
..sure, but he is still a bit puny…
.. look there is Zach.. (deep sighs from most all the girls at the table) .. but he is such a womaniser!
.. I heard he has someone else almost every week..
.. oh look, that other tall guy is with him too.. the one with the freaky hair colour..
..Hey, Anani, what do you think of that Zach, huh..

The sound of her name shook her out of her daydreams as she tried to remember what they asked her.

“I guess he’s nice..” she mumbled evasively.

“Well, that is just too vague, where is your head at these days, Anani?” one of the other girls asked.

“Just have a lot of studying to do, that’s all.” She said, shrugging her shoulders.

“Well what about that other guy with Zach… “ She lifted her gaze to look at the teenager with his dark haired friend. He lifted his head and looked at her, met her gaze steady and strong.

“I think he is just so.. I don’t know, creepy.” The girl beside her said, as she had seen them exchange glances.

“Kind of queer.. I guess” another chimed in. Anani didn’t agree. Not at all. Not any more, since the dream began.

Up to two months ago she had shared their sentiments, not knowing how to interpret the tall lanky teen’s aloofness and unemotional silences. He never seemed to talk to anybody, except his superiors and Zach of course.

By sheer coincidence the girls and the SOLDIERs 3rd had been thrown together during social studies class, and he had taken a chair right beside her. Anani had always enjoyed these studies, partaking in interesting points of discussion.

Every one in that particular class had been tomfooling and making stupid remarks as the topic took on a more serious turn, now discussing the social impact of large religious groups. She had been one of the few to actually be able to voice a decent opinion, ignoring all the useless babble around her. It seemed to have attracted his attention, as he more than once looked at her sideways as she spoke. She had felt his gaze burn on her cheek, but hadn’t been able to make anything of it, as she couldn’t decide whether to feel flattered, or criticized. Anani had noticed the long delicate fingers, the veins standing out on the pale skin of the hands that rested in his lap.

As they had filed out of the room, she had accidentally bumped into him, as everyone had tried to exit at once, squeezing themselves through the doorway. He had apologised briefly and made full eye contact with her, as he had taken her by the upper arms so she wouldn’t fall over.

The strength in the long hands on her arms worked its way in like molten mercury, making her queasy at first. Then he was gone down the hall, off to another sword training practice no doubt.

She hadn’t given it any other further thought, until one night…

She was walking through the abandoned corridors of the academy, unable to sleep, and entered the darkened practice dome, which seemed a lot smaller than usual for some reason. The whole space was dimly lit with a strange blue-purple light and as she walked to the centre of the room, she somehow knew he would be here too.

Lo and behold, there he was, going over some very complicated looking exercises. His movements where graceful, carefully choreographed after many years of training. His arms and legs still seemed disproportioned and too long, as the muscles that controlled his limbs hadn’t had time to catch up with his most recent growth spurt.

“What are you doing here so late?” He asked.

“I could ask you the same thing.” She said without missing a beat. He turned as if to walk away. “Don’t stop on my account.” She said softly, and he hesitantly resumed his routines.

She guessed there was another reason that he might have left the seclusion of the room he shared with Zach.

“Zach has another girl over, does he?” She asked slyly.

Suddenly his movements sped up, as he moved the large wooden practice sword around with such speed, she barely saw it move. The only way she could tell that it had, was because of the rush of air displacement around her, as she suddenly felt something tap her shoulder. She turned around, and saw the silver haired young man stand right behind her.

Now he held the tip of the sword to the floor, and could see that it was almost as long as he was. Man! It must be.. 6 feet long at least! She noticed he was sweating, as she could see small beads on his collarbone and bare arms, giving his pale skin a mysterious gleam. He must have been at it for quite a while, but didn’t seem winded in the slightest. He must have the stamina of a boarder collie.

“You made some interesting points in class the other day.” He said. I never thought of religion being an individual thing.” He said, as he walked over to his sport bag and pulled out a bottle of water. He pulled out a second one, and offered it to her.

She took it, and thanked him. “It isn’t. Religion is something that is organised, that is necessary when a large number of people are involved, giving them rules and routines to stick to. It makes them behave in the same way, in a controlled manner, which is an advantage for governments. I was taught that people have the need to explore their spirituality, to feel connected to their higher self, and that is something that can only be achieved as individuals.”

He sat down, drinking his water. “I assume you mean by a higher self, the divine aspect in yourself? Your connection to a deity of some kind?” he asked.

She nodded. “We all feel the need to be connected, to define our existence some how.”

“By connecting ourselves to a.. higher power?” he said, and she started to feel apprehensive. Usually when she had tried to share things of her lifestyle with her friends, they had all scoffed, even made fun of her, so she had hid that part of her. It had made her sad. Lonely.

“What is your name?” He asked.
“Anani, Asphodel.” She answered. He held out his hand, which she took. His grip was firm, too firm, but he adjusted fast as he realised he would hurt her. “I’m Sephiroth.” He said.

“Sephiroth.. who?” She asked.

“Just Sephiroth will do. It is enough, don’t you think?” he said as he stood up, and slung his bag over his shoulder.

“You come here often?” she asked. Noticing she felt sorry he was leaving.

“Almost every night. I just like to practice, it calms my mind.” He said.

“Would you mind if I watched?” She asked carefully.

“It is okay, I suppose.” He said, shrugging. Then she watched him walk off. He was almost to the door when he turned. “You can call me Seph, if you like.” Then he disappeared.

Seph.. that sounded rather sweet.

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He entered their room, making sure he made enough noise in the small hallway to let Zach know he was back. He was surprised to find him still up, reading some magazine.

“Had fun training?” He asked. The other nodded.

“It was.. interesting. The girl from the social studies class came by.”

Zach looked up from his magazine, and sat up. “You mean the girl with the long dark blond ponytail?”

“Yes. She said her name is Anani.”

“What did you do?” Zach asked, his eyes now large with anticipation.

“Nothing, we just talked.” He said as he stripped, getting ready to take a shower.

Zach fell back on his bed, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes as he moaned in frustration. “Seph.. you are never going to get laid that way!”

“I just met her, Zach. I prefer to take things slowly. I do things my own way.” He said as he retreated into the bathroom.

Later that night he woke up, at soft persistant noises coming from the other side of the room.
His whole mind seemed to be swimming in what was going on in there, the whole atmosphere of the room charged with erotic musings.

He carefully opened his eyes, and looked as Zach had once again managed to smuggle a willing female into his bed. He could see their lips and tongues entwine and he had to admit, he admired the skill with which his roommate managed to pleasure his partners, as he always managed to make them writhe in ecstasy. The girl kicked the covers away, and now he could see how Zach ground his hips against the body under him, moving inside her as he scraped her fingernails down his back.

“You sure your roommate can’t see us?” The girl panted.

“Nah, don’t worry he is fast asleep.” Zach lied, knowing very well that it would wake him up as he was a very light sleeper. He can see better in the dark than you in brought daylight, baby. He thought to himself.

The soft sighing and rhythmic movements of the bodies on the bed just twelve feet away started to affect him, as he was inevitably drawn in, and let it happen, willingly, as his hands roamed over his skin. As he turned to face the wall, to give himself and the others some privacy, he started to touch himself in ways only he knew how, to make himself tingle all over, every sense already heightened beyond human capacity by his treatments, slicking himself with saliva, oh so careful to not breathe too loudly.

He found the way their bodies moved together very beautiful, enticing. It made him think of the dark blond girl.. would she be interested in him that way?

He had had conversations with Zach on the subject, as his roommate had been curious why he never showed any interest in girls. He didn’t abhor their presence, he just never found any common ground with them, and as he had trained his ‘bats-ears’, as Zach put it, on their conversations during meals, had found their conversations utterly boring and mind numbingly shallow.

That is how he got to single out Anani, as he never joined in those compulsory babble sessions.

The energy in the room charged with sex, he let it work in on him. He smiled as he touched himself as his mind drifted back to almost two years ago, when he had reached SOLDIER 3rd level, and he and Zach had been placed together in the same room….

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.. You watch me sometimes when I play with my girlfriend, don’t you…

He didn’t confirm nor deny. He hated lying, but was too embarrassed to admit.. that he did in fact…

Zach nudged him with his shoulder.. “Pervert!” he said, but the glint in his eyes and the crooked smile robbed the exclamation of its power and intent.

“It isn’t like I can avoid it, Zach. You are very active in that area.” He stated.
“I refuse to be made feel unwelcome in my own room. Besides, I get the idea you just love to put on a good performance for me.”

“Does it turn you on?” the black haired teen asked carefully, and Sephiroth realized his orientation was being questioned again. “I am not mad or anything, just you never talk about that sort of thing.. not that you talk about anything else much, but..”

He nodded, but with such subtlety it would have been lost to anyone who didn’t know him better.

“Ah well, I hope you get a good jerk out of it, at least that never harmed anyone.” When the taller teen gave the other a slightly puzzled look he laughed. “You know, get off, man!”

Sephiroth rolled his eyes, as Zach yet again had managed to misinterpret his expression.
“I know what you are getting at, Zach. I have been very aware of that option for quite some time.” In no small part thanks to his fellow cadets in his younger years, who seemed to be constantly immersing themselves in such activities.

At night the dorms he had resided in, always transformed into a hot bed of frantic rustling sheets and clumsy fumblings during the nights. Heaven knew it hadn’t been long before he had become one of them, finding his own breathing too loud in his ears, hoping no one would hear.

This conversation was getting way to personal for the silver head, and he made to flee the room. “Seph, listen for a minute.” Zach said as he stepped in front of the door, blocking the exit. “My first girlfriend.. she told once that it is really good for you to do so, that way you get to find out what you like, what feels good. If you never find out, you cant ever tell your partner, you know.”

Sephiroth had opened his mouth to encourage Zach to let the topic slide, but what he just said, struck a cord. He let his hand fall from the door-handle and turned to lean against the door, his arms crossed on his chest. The impish smile on his room mate and friends face told him that all was okay between them, and he turned to lay down on his bed again.

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Zach propped himself up on his fists, and the girl under him arched her back as she reached her climax, Zach following not to long after. As their wave subsided, Sephiroth’s rose, the urge to make no noise reaching levels of utter torture as he turned his head and bit his pillow.

He heard the girl slip out of Zach’s bed, and turn the shower on.

“You enjoy that, you peeping tom?” Zach whispered, his lips very close to his roommates glowing ear, who laid on his back, still slightly winded in the most subtle of ways.

Sephiroth made the smallest possible noise in the back of his throat as he made himself come, as one moment later his seed made long silver threads in his pubic hair.
Refusing to answer, as he rode the wave of his release.

“I will take that as a yes. You have got to get yourself someone to play with, Seph, before you go mad!” Zach said as he leant over the still form under the sheets of the other bed, and moved to join his ‘playmate’ in the shower.

End of Chapter one.

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A/n: music for his chapter: Enigma, age of loneliness/Deep forest, Martha’s song