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Title: Wutaiverse
Author: GW Katrina aka![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
icedark_elf
Fandom: FFVII
Claim: Wutai AU
Prompt(s): for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
50episodes
35-Moon
07-Babble
08-Blood
18-Enemies
15-Devious
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2,660
Previous fic here.
Moon
It had been a long, highly frustrating day for Sephiroth. Pests had managed to get into the various food stores, so the meals for the next week or so were going to be a bit limited. Which, given how much a camp full of SOLDIERs could put away, was not a good thing. Not to mention the supply lines had been disrupted by a group of ninja blowing up several bridges.
A bad batch of potions have unpredictable effects, and the reports of the first storms of the rainy season forming to the west had just topped off Sephiroth’s day.
He almost canceled his nightly training with Cloud, but it had been the one thing that he had been looking forward to the entire day.
Had been was the key phrase.
Sephiroth wondered if Cloud was -intentionally- messing up the blade twist. It was irritated, because each time Cloud messed up, Sephiroth had to pull his strike hard. No training with blunt weapons here. Even if there had been requests for more of the smaller blades, this was a war, and blunting weapons made them worthless. Besides, Sephiroth was in charge of this aspect of Cloud’s training for now, and he had enough control to twist Masamune and hit with the flat of the blade. Which wouldn’t work here, because it was all point work.
Finally, with a scowl, Sephiroth suddenly smacked Cloud’s blade with a flick of his wrist as Cloud failed, yet again, to pull off the move. Cloud gave a small hiss, arm twisting awkwardly, but he kept the sword in his hand. At least he remembered -one- thing he’d been taught, Sephiroth thought sourly.
“As you seem to not care if you learn this or not, I am going to put my time to use in more productive ways.”
Ignoring the way Cloud had gone white, and the now louder mutters from the SOLDIERs around them, Sephiroth calmly walked away.
It only took a few moments for one of the others to catch up, and Sephiroth ignored Jacson for a long moment, the two of them simply walking along. Still, he was waiting for it, and when Jacson drew in a deeper breath, he held up his hand.
“Do. Not. Start.”
The order was completely ignored.
“He really is trying,” Jacson said. “But that twist is hard, even against someone who’s the same size and reach.”
Sephiroth tried tuning him out, but there was a nasty twist of guilt in his stomach. Because Jacson was right. It was a hard move, one that had taken Sephiroth far longer than a half hour of training to even begin to master.
He would have to apologize to Cloud when the blond returned to the tend.
As if reading Sephiroth’s mind, a feat far too many of the older SOLDIERs seemed capable of, Jacson grinned. “Hendricks was talking to him last, he’ll probably drag the kid to dinner.”
Where one of the others would most likely steal Cloud away to watch a movie or some other activity to cheer him up. His people enjoyed spoiling Cloud far too much, but right now, it was...nice.
A nod and Sephiroth went to deal with the mound of paperwork he had been ignoring in the hopes it would spontaneously combust. No such luck though, and the teen settled down to deal with it.
A crack of thunder, which was followed by a strong gust of wind that smelled strongly of rain was what dragged Sephiroth from the mess of requestion forms and supply reports. Glancing at the clock, he frowned. It was late, far later than when Cloud usually returned, even on a movie night. Shifting, he looked to see if Cloud had snuck past him and was already in bed. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Sephiroth had long ago registered Cloud as ‘safe’, and that let the boy slip in and out without Sephiroth being distracted by him.
No luck, and Sephiroth was on his feet, out looking for his blond.
It was dark out, the western half of the sky covered in storm clouds, the pale flicker of lightening crawling over them. Another roll of thunder, and Sephiroth knew this was going to be a bad storm. Spotting one of the regulars, he grabbed the man.
“Find Hendricks. Tell him to roll everyone out and check the storm preparations. Now!”
The man took off, and Sephiroth knew Hendricks would make sure everything was strapped down and covered like it needed to be. In a storm this bad, nobody would be moving once it had started.
Now, to find Cloud.
Luckily, it seemed that Cloud has seen the signs as well, because when Sephiroth rounded the end of the row, he grunted as Cloud ran headlong into him.
There was still enough moon visible to let Sephiroth pick out the details. The support wrap on Cloud’s right wrist, the sword in his left, and the sweat on his face. Under Sephiroth’s hand, pale hair was damp.
Then Sephiroth realized what Cloud had been doing. He wondered if Cloud had let anyone pull him away for longer than it had taken to wrap his wrist. A wrist that Sephiroth knew was his fault for hurting.
Practice. Cloud had gone on to practice more. With his off hand, even though he was quickly training himself to use both. Something Sephiroth knew from experience was difficult.
Another wave of guilt, then Sephiroth curled his fingers a little tighter in Cloud’s hair, silently apologizing.
Cloud looked at him, eyes dark in the moonlight, studying him. The knot in Sephiroth’s chest eased as Cloud smiled at him, accepting the apology.
“I need you to go back to our quarters.” Cloud straightened under Sephiroth’s hand, and Sephiroth smiled faintly at him. “All the paperwork is loose. I need you to secure it before the bad luck kicks in again and the tent goes down. We’ll be chasing it all over, and all of us will be on MREs for months instead of weeks because the requests for supplies blew away.”
That got a look of horror, and Cloud sheathed his sword and took off running.
There would be more apologies later, but Sephiroth felt better as he went to find Hendricks. As long as Cloud understood, everything would be fine.
Babble
Baker shifted, watching as Cloud crouched to pick up the boxes he had been carrying. There was quite a bit of muttering as he did, one blue eye glaring up evilly at the man.
The new recruit was staring at Cloud blankly, though Baker knew that the man knew who the kid was. Everyone was pulled aside and told about Cloud in the first week, which helped keep the issues that sprung up now and then to a bare minimum. Though Cloud still ended up with guards. He hated it, but after Sephiroth said they would be a continuing thing whenever a new batch of troops came in, he came in. Cloud was an expert at fighting dirty, but no eight year old was a match for a fully trained adult unless he took them by surprise, like he had when the Wutai attacked the camp last year.
The greenie was staring at Cloud, then looked a bit helpless at Baker. He was obviously wondering if he should try helping, or if the attempt would get him stabbed. Given he was the one who had knocked the boxes out of Cloud’s hands, Baker figured it was a valid question.
Taking a moment to listen, Baker waited till the greenie was a bit closer.
“A bit of advice when it comes to our blond hellion here. Learn Wutanese. You’ll be able to tell how pissed he is by how much he insults you.”
Definite look of irritation from the new man, and Baker just smiled at him.
“If he’s pissed enough, Sephiroth may involve himself in dealing with the source.”
The muttered cursing by them stopped, and both men looked over. Cloud grabbed the last of the boxes, then just -smiled- at the greenie. Well, Baker knew it was a smile. One of his ‘I’m learning how to kill people in a multitude of ways’ smiles.
The greenie backed off.
Watching the man find somewhere else to be, Baker made and amused hum.
“At least you make them -really- want to learn the language.”
A snarl, and Cloud stalked off, an amused Baker drifting along behind.
Blood
It was just a regular day, honestly, and Cloud was moving in a sleepy half daze. During the rainy season, it was always muggy. Honestly, Cloud preferred when it was raining. At least there was usually a breeze, and that meant air movement. Between storms, the air was so still, thick, and hot that everyone slowed down and got...irritable.
Seph was in the middle of a meeting, which was dragging on forever, and Cloud was putting together the reports for the next meeting. At least the next one would be with Hayes, who didn’t ignore Cloud. Or go on and on and on about things Seph couldn’t fix.
Suddenly, Seph shifted, and Cloud looked up, realizing he had been daydreaming. Because Ellins was right there.
Cloud didn’t like Ellins. The man was scum. Nasty, slimy pond scum. For some reason, some of the others liked him. Cloud guessed he looked okay, which they seemed to go on about. Though Cloud thought Seph was much nicer to look at.
Yanking his mind back on track, Cloud leaned back as Ellins got closer. Okay, he could go back to his command and die now, because he was far too much into Cloud’s personal space now. The only reason Cloud hadn’t attempted to maim the man was because he only had to deal with him once ever few months.
The hand on his chin surprised Cloud, and he froze for a moment, eyes wide. There was an instant frown on Seph’s face, Cloud could see it from the corner of his eye, but most of his attention was on Ellins. Who was even closer than when he had touched Cloud’s face.
“Pretty enough. Tell me, General, what would you want from me in exchange for a few days with your pretty little bedwarmer? I’m sure you have him well trained, and this camp is rather bare of suitable entertainments.”
Cloud had a half second to process just -what- Ellins meant, then all chaos broke out.
Sephiroth lunged for Ellins, murder clear in his eyes. Ellins jerked back, avoiding the teen’s hands. Cloud went for Sephiroth, because he knew it would be bad if Seph slaughtered one of his commanders. Really bad.
Luck was with him, though, and Hayes was in the next room. The man came running in, and took a glance around before moving to help keep Sephiroth from doing more than breaking Ellins’s nose. And maybe his jaw.
Cloud wrapped his arms around Seph’s waist, more to remind the man he was there than to hold him back.
“Get out,” Sephiroth growled, his hand on Cloud’s hair. “Hayes, escort Commander Ellins to his people and have them removed. Immediately.”
Cloud had to suppress a smile. No trip to this camp’s doctor to fix his broken bones. Ellins was going to have to go all the way back to the Third to get treated. It was just as close as any other camp.
He wished him a -very- bumpy ride.
Ignoring the muffled protests of Ellins, Hayes got him moving and out of Sephiroth’s sight. Which was just as well. Once they were gone, Sephiroth had his arms tight around Cloud.
He just hugged back. Cloud knew he was safe. Sephiroth would never, ever, let anyone hurt him. Not while he was able to stop it. And now they were both on alert against Ellins. By tomorrow morning, the rest of camp would be as well.
Bedwarmer.
A snort. Cloud liked Seph’s bed. It was soft and warm and had Seph. The very idea of not sleeping beside Seph was a foreign one, which he dismissed easily.
Seph was -his- person, and Cloud never planned to give him up.
Enemies
It wasn’t a scene he expected to see, and Hayes blinked as he watched Cloud studying a pair of 3rd Classes walk past. They were very distinctly not looking back, putting so much effort into ignoring him that was was obvious they knew he was there. Cloud, on the other hand, was just looking at them calmly.
After they moved out of sight, Hayes looked down at the camp mascot. “Do I even want to know?”
A moment of hesitation, then Cloud shrugged. “One of them tried to be the big man and show off by trying to trip me. Looks like he’s over the limp.”
Hayes grimaced. SOLDIER attracted its share of bullies, and more than one had targeted Cloud. Not even the threat of General Sephiroth put them off. In fact, most seemed encouraged. He was sure that they saw it as some sort of challenge.
They never seemed to understand just how -much- influence the tiny blond had.
“Mudrackers?”
A sweet, slightly smirky, smile.
It was the one duty everyone hated. Patrolling the swamps that were to the south of camp. Even the native people avoided them. However, they produced a rather large variety of pests. Nothing big and dangerous, but ones that still made their way into camp and made the life of everyone miserable. Mudrackers got to go through the swamp and deal with the things before they did any damage.
It was a messy, smelly, and had very little chance for any sort of personal glory. Which was what most of the bullies had joined SOLDIER for.
After a moment, Cloud’s smile faded. “I like it better when the bad guys are on the other side,” he said softly.
Hayes would have said something, but Cloud started working on his sword again, so he let it drop.
He’d introduce Cloud to the idea of ‘better the enemy you know’ later.
Devious
Sephiroth’s hair was different in more ways than just the color. When Cloud was nine, he figured that out.
When he was younger, one of the regulars had shown him how to do some fancy braiding. It was an interesting hobby, one that was actually somewhat useful. More than one person in camp had replaced straps on their gear with local yarn woven like that, just because it seemed to hold up better to the beating the gear they had took.
Since Cloud had access to Sephiroth’s hairbrush, and sometimes far too much time on his hands. Thus, he was soon sporting bracelets made from his friend’s long, pale hair.
Once he was a little older, Breels had given a thin wire. One that he found out was a garrote. Like a few of his other weapons, it was one meant to be hidden as a last resort weapon. After a bit of thought, Cloud took his new weapon and tested it. With the right pressure, it sliced right through hair. With a grin, he went looking for Seph’s hairbrush.
When Breels asked where it was, Cloud just grinned. He had learned that lesson long ago. Just telling would get him swatted upside the head. Then, after a few lectures on how to use his new toy, the interrogator lunged at Cloud.
Again, something Cloud had expected.
It only took a second to have the bracelet undone and against Breels’s throat.
A long few moments later, and the man began to chuckle. “Well,” he said, “it definitely blends in.”
Cloud just let go and examined the hair-wrapped wire, wanting to see how much damage he’d have to repair. To his surprise, not even one hair was cut.
That just got a smile, Cloud not even the least bit surprised that Seph’s hair was so strong.
Sephiroth was -always- the strongest.
Author: GW Katrina aka
icedark_elfFandom: FFVII
Claim: Wutai AU
Prompt(s): for
50episodes35-Moon
07-Babble
08-Blood
18-Enemies
15-Devious
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2,660
Previous fic here.
It had been a long, highly frustrating day for Sephiroth. Pests had managed to get into the various food stores, so the meals for the next week or so were going to be a bit limited. Which, given how much a camp full of SOLDIERs could put away, was not a good thing. Not to mention the supply lines had been disrupted by a group of ninja blowing up several bridges.
A bad batch of potions have unpredictable effects, and the reports of the first storms of the rainy season forming to the west had just topped off Sephiroth’s day.
He almost canceled his nightly training with Cloud, but it had been the one thing that he had been looking forward to the entire day.
Had been was the key phrase.
Sephiroth wondered if Cloud was -intentionally- messing up the blade twist. It was irritated, because each time Cloud messed up, Sephiroth had to pull his strike hard. No training with blunt weapons here. Even if there had been requests for more of the smaller blades, this was a war, and blunting weapons made them worthless. Besides, Sephiroth was in charge of this aspect of Cloud’s training for now, and he had enough control to twist Masamune and hit with the flat of the blade. Which wouldn’t work here, because it was all point work.
Finally, with a scowl, Sephiroth suddenly smacked Cloud’s blade with a flick of his wrist as Cloud failed, yet again, to pull off the move. Cloud gave a small hiss, arm twisting awkwardly, but he kept the sword in his hand. At least he remembered -one- thing he’d been taught, Sephiroth thought sourly.
“As you seem to not care if you learn this or not, I am going to put my time to use in more productive ways.”
Ignoring the way Cloud had gone white, and the now louder mutters from the SOLDIERs around them, Sephiroth calmly walked away.
It only took a few moments for one of the others to catch up, and Sephiroth ignored Jacson for a long moment, the two of them simply walking along. Still, he was waiting for it, and when Jacson drew in a deeper breath, he held up his hand.
“Do. Not. Start.”
The order was completely ignored.
“He really is trying,” Jacson said. “But that twist is hard, even against someone who’s the same size and reach.”
Sephiroth tried tuning him out, but there was a nasty twist of guilt in his stomach. Because Jacson was right. It was a hard move, one that had taken Sephiroth far longer than a half hour of training to even begin to master.
He would have to apologize to Cloud when the blond returned to the tend.
As if reading Sephiroth’s mind, a feat far too many of the older SOLDIERs seemed capable of, Jacson grinned. “Hendricks was talking to him last, he’ll probably drag the kid to dinner.”
Where one of the others would most likely steal Cloud away to watch a movie or some other activity to cheer him up. His people enjoyed spoiling Cloud far too much, but right now, it was...nice.
A nod and Sephiroth went to deal with the mound of paperwork he had been ignoring in the hopes it would spontaneously combust. No such luck though, and the teen settled down to deal with it.
A crack of thunder, which was followed by a strong gust of wind that smelled strongly of rain was what dragged Sephiroth from the mess of requestion forms and supply reports. Glancing at the clock, he frowned. It was late, far later than when Cloud usually returned, even on a movie night. Shifting, he looked to see if Cloud had snuck past him and was already in bed. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Sephiroth had long ago registered Cloud as ‘safe’, and that let the boy slip in and out without Sephiroth being distracted by him.
No luck, and Sephiroth was on his feet, out looking for his blond.
It was dark out, the western half of the sky covered in storm clouds, the pale flicker of lightening crawling over them. Another roll of thunder, and Sephiroth knew this was going to be a bad storm. Spotting one of the regulars, he grabbed the man.
“Find Hendricks. Tell him to roll everyone out and check the storm preparations. Now!”
The man took off, and Sephiroth knew Hendricks would make sure everything was strapped down and covered like it needed to be. In a storm this bad, nobody would be moving once it had started.
Now, to find Cloud.
Luckily, it seemed that Cloud has seen the signs as well, because when Sephiroth rounded the end of the row, he grunted as Cloud ran headlong into him.
There was still enough moon visible to let Sephiroth pick out the details. The support wrap on Cloud’s right wrist, the sword in his left, and the sweat on his face. Under Sephiroth’s hand, pale hair was damp.
Then Sephiroth realized what Cloud had been doing. He wondered if Cloud had let anyone pull him away for longer than it had taken to wrap his wrist. A wrist that Sephiroth knew was his fault for hurting.
Practice. Cloud had gone on to practice more. With his off hand, even though he was quickly training himself to use both. Something Sephiroth knew from experience was difficult.
Another wave of guilt, then Sephiroth curled his fingers a little tighter in Cloud’s hair, silently apologizing.
Cloud looked at him, eyes dark in the moonlight, studying him. The knot in Sephiroth’s chest eased as Cloud smiled at him, accepting the apology.
“I need you to go back to our quarters.” Cloud straightened under Sephiroth’s hand, and Sephiroth smiled faintly at him. “All the paperwork is loose. I need you to secure it before the bad luck kicks in again and the tent goes down. We’ll be chasing it all over, and all of us will be on MREs for months instead of weeks because the requests for supplies blew away.”
That got a look of horror, and Cloud sheathed his sword and took off running.
There would be more apologies later, but Sephiroth felt better as he went to find Hendricks. As long as Cloud understood, everything would be fine.
Baker shifted, watching as Cloud crouched to pick up the boxes he had been carrying. There was quite a bit of muttering as he did, one blue eye glaring up evilly at the man.
The new recruit was staring at Cloud blankly, though Baker knew that the man knew who the kid was. Everyone was pulled aside and told about Cloud in the first week, which helped keep the issues that sprung up now and then to a bare minimum. Though Cloud still ended up with guards. He hated it, but after Sephiroth said they would be a continuing thing whenever a new batch of troops came in, he came in. Cloud was an expert at fighting dirty, but no eight year old was a match for a fully trained adult unless he took them by surprise, like he had when the Wutai attacked the camp last year.
The greenie was staring at Cloud, then looked a bit helpless at Baker. He was obviously wondering if he should try helping, or if the attempt would get him stabbed. Given he was the one who had knocked the boxes out of Cloud’s hands, Baker figured it was a valid question.
Taking a moment to listen, Baker waited till the greenie was a bit closer.
“A bit of advice when it comes to our blond hellion here. Learn Wutanese. You’ll be able to tell how pissed he is by how much he insults you.”
Definite look of irritation from the new man, and Baker just smiled at him.
“If he’s pissed enough, Sephiroth may involve himself in dealing with the source.”
The muttered cursing by them stopped, and both men looked over. Cloud grabbed the last of the boxes, then just -smiled- at the greenie. Well, Baker knew it was a smile. One of his ‘I’m learning how to kill people in a multitude of ways’ smiles.
The greenie backed off.
Watching the man find somewhere else to be, Baker made and amused hum.
“At least you make them -really- want to learn the language.”
A snarl, and Cloud stalked off, an amused Baker drifting along behind.
It was just a regular day, honestly, and Cloud was moving in a sleepy half daze. During the rainy season, it was always muggy. Honestly, Cloud preferred when it was raining. At least there was usually a breeze, and that meant air movement. Between storms, the air was so still, thick, and hot that everyone slowed down and got...irritable.
Seph was in the middle of a meeting, which was dragging on forever, and Cloud was putting together the reports for the next meeting. At least the next one would be with Hayes, who didn’t ignore Cloud. Or go on and on and on about things Seph couldn’t fix.
Suddenly, Seph shifted, and Cloud looked up, realizing he had been daydreaming. Because Ellins was right there.
Cloud didn’t like Ellins. The man was scum. Nasty, slimy pond scum. For some reason, some of the others liked him. Cloud guessed he looked okay, which they seemed to go on about. Though Cloud thought Seph was much nicer to look at.
Yanking his mind back on track, Cloud leaned back as Ellins got closer. Okay, he could go back to his command and die now, because he was far too much into Cloud’s personal space now. The only reason Cloud hadn’t attempted to maim the man was because he only had to deal with him once ever few months.
The hand on his chin surprised Cloud, and he froze for a moment, eyes wide. There was an instant frown on Seph’s face, Cloud could see it from the corner of his eye, but most of his attention was on Ellins. Who was even closer than when he had touched Cloud’s face.
“Pretty enough. Tell me, General, what would you want from me in exchange for a few days with your pretty little bedwarmer? I’m sure you have him well trained, and this camp is rather bare of suitable entertainments.”
Cloud had a half second to process just -what- Ellins meant, then all chaos broke out.
Sephiroth lunged for Ellins, murder clear in his eyes. Ellins jerked back, avoiding the teen’s hands. Cloud went for Sephiroth, because he knew it would be bad if Seph slaughtered one of his commanders. Really bad.
Luck was with him, though, and Hayes was in the next room. The man came running in, and took a glance around before moving to help keep Sephiroth from doing more than breaking Ellins’s nose. And maybe his jaw.
Cloud wrapped his arms around Seph’s waist, more to remind the man he was there than to hold him back.
“Get out,” Sephiroth growled, his hand on Cloud’s hair. “Hayes, escort Commander Ellins to his people and have them removed. Immediately.”
Cloud had to suppress a smile. No trip to this camp’s doctor to fix his broken bones. Ellins was going to have to go all the way back to the Third to get treated. It was just as close as any other camp.
He wished him a -very- bumpy ride.
Ignoring the muffled protests of Ellins, Hayes got him moving and out of Sephiroth’s sight. Which was just as well. Once they were gone, Sephiroth had his arms tight around Cloud.
He just hugged back. Cloud knew he was safe. Sephiroth would never, ever, let anyone hurt him. Not while he was able to stop it. And now they were both on alert against Ellins. By tomorrow morning, the rest of camp would be as well.
Bedwarmer.
A snort. Cloud liked Seph’s bed. It was soft and warm and had Seph. The very idea of not sleeping beside Seph was a foreign one, which he dismissed easily.
Seph was -his- person, and Cloud never planned to give him up.
It wasn’t a scene he expected to see, and Hayes blinked as he watched Cloud studying a pair of 3rd Classes walk past. They were very distinctly not looking back, putting so much effort into ignoring him that was was obvious they knew he was there. Cloud, on the other hand, was just looking at them calmly.
After they moved out of sight, Hayes looked down at the camp mascot. “Do I even want to know?”
A moment of hesitation, then Cloud shrugged. “One of them tried to be the big man and show off by trying to trip me. Looks like he’s over the limp.”
Hayes grimaced. SOLDIER attracted its share of bullies, and more than one had targeted Cloud. Not even the threat of General Sephiroth put them off. In fact, most seemed encouraged. He was sure that they saw it as some sort of challenge.
They never seemed to understand just how -much- influence the tiny blond had.
“Mudrackers?”
A sweet, slightly smirky, smile.
It was the one duty everyone hated. Patrolling the swamps that were to the south of camp. Even the native people avoided them. However, they produced a rather large variety of pests. Nothing big and dangerous, but ones that still made their way into camp and made the life of everyone miserable. Mudrackers got to go through the swamp and deal with the things before they did any damage.
It was a messy, smelly, and had very little chance for any sort of personal glory. Which was what most of the bullies had joined SOLDIER for.
After a moment, Cloud’s smile faded. “I like it better when the bad guys are on the other side,” he said softly.
Hayes would have said something, but Cloud started working on his sword again, so he let it drop.
He’d introduce Cloud to the idea of ‘better the enemy you know’ later.
Sephiroth’s hair was different in more ways than just the color. When Cloud was nine, he figured that out.
When he was younger, one of the regulars had shown him how to do some fancy braiding. It was an interesting hobby, one that was actually somewhat useful. More than one person in camp had replaced straps on their gear with local yarn woven like that, just because it seemed to hold up better to the beating the gear they had took.
Since Cloud had access to Sephiroth’s hairbrush, and sometimes far too much time on his hands. Thus, he was soon sporting bracelets made from his friend’s long, pale hair.
Once he was a little older, Breels had given a thin wire. One that he found out was a garrote. Like a few of his other weapons, it was one meant to be hidden as a last resort weapon. After a bit of thought, Cloud took his new weapon and tested it. With the right pressure, it sliced right through hair. With a grin, he went looking for Seph’s hairbrush.
When Breels asked where it was, Cloud just grinned. He had learned that lesson long ago. Just telling would get him swatted upside the head. Then, after a few lectures on how to use his new toy, the interrogator lunged at Cloud.
Again, something Cloud had expected.
It only took a second to have the bracelet undone and against Breels’s throat.
A long few moments later, and the man began to chuckle. “Well,” he said, “it definitely blends in.”
Cloud just let go and examined the hair-wrapped wire, wanting to see how much damage he’d have to repair. To his surprise, not even one hair was cut.
That just got a smile, Cloud not even the least bit surprised that Seph’s hair was so strong.
Sephiroth was -always- the strongest.
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Cloud's Sephiroth hair garrote. :D
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...I'm worried about when the war ends and everybody goes back to Midgar. Seph's going to have to hide Cloud from Hojo.
Cloud's too little to meet Zack! Make them go through Gongaga on the way back. (Zack's inspiration to join Soldier?)