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Fandom/Pairing: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Aeris/Cloud
Title: Trapped
Author: GW Katrina aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Beta:forgottenlover
WordCount: 760
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, I only wish they were.
Trapped
He could hear her whispering. Had heard her whispering since he had gone to the reactor. It was annoying, a presence that would not go away, and he wanted it gone. It whispered of betrayals and how he was better than them all, that he was more than they would ever be.
He did not like hearing such words.
He could hear what laid behind them. The words of possession. She whispered that she was his mother, and he heard the words of how he belonged to her.
He did not like that, either.
But Sephiroth had listened, and it had caused...problems. He did not remember most of the time from the first visit to the reactor to the second visit, afterwards. That was enough to make him growl, but at the time, it hadn’t mattered. The only thing that had was his mother, and the welcome she promised him. He remembered that much. She had promised him that he would no be alone, that he would no longer be the one that was out of place, the one that others looked at from the corners of his eyes and whispered about.
In the back of his mind, something pointed out that Zack had never done any of that. Had never made fun of him, or told him he was out of place. When Sephiroth did something that didn’t fit, Zack would either let it go, or he would simply show Sephiroth what was expected. Never a twitch, never a poisonous word. He had always just been there.
But that voice wasn’t enough, and Sephiroth had followed the call of his mother. She was mostly right, even though he hated to hear it. Hated it, wanted to fight, but found he really had no desire to. That set off its own little warning bells, but at the time, he was powerless to stop it.
She whispered of betrayal, and he was well aware of it.
Zack knew he would have been able to dodge that.
The man hadn’t been trying to hurt him, simply get his attention.
He, in turn, almost killed him.
He had almost killed his Zack.
That was when he started to rebel, and the ties that bound him to her tightened, as he found himself moving to collect her. He knew if he did, he would never be free.
The sharp pain through his chest was almost a relief. The words of hatred and anger were ignored, they were from Zack’s pet, thus of no importance. But the pain, it was something he could focus on, even as he slid down from the shock of it.
The child was ill-trained. He would have to fix that later. The boy ran off, without making sure his opponent was dead. A foolish mistake. Sephiroth did not want to move, but the threads tightened once more and made him do it.
So much of what she said made sense, but Sephiroth had been a prisoner too long to not see the trap behind the honeyed words. He could not fight her, not fully, but she could not force him past what he was capable of. Another thing to let the child live for. The damage was too great for Sephiroth to collect his mother’s whole body, so he took only the head. Which was good. He knew once he was away from the core, he would be able to think clearly, and he would deal with this threat.
Afterwards, he would come and collect his Zack. And his Zack’s pets. He knew the man would never consent to leaving the child behind. Maybe they could even stop by Midgar and collect the girl that the man favored. It would make Zack happy, thus it would make Sephrioth...content.
But he could not accomplish that at the moment, not while the words of claiming, of belonging were whispered in his ear.
He almost killed the blond child. It was very possible that, after all the damage he dealt him, the child would die anyway.
Sephiroth felt the pain that sheered through him at the feel of the mako, and smiled, sharp and feral, as the pain made him let go of his mother’s head. It hurt her as well, and he was suddenly free.
Free of her, free of the remains of him.
All around him was information.
He would collect what he wanted to know. Then he would collect what belonged to him. Then he would deal with the rest of the world.
He belonged to nobody.
thirtyforthreeFandom/Pairing: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Aeris/Cloud
Title: Trapped
Author: GW Katrina aka
icedark_elfBeta:
forgottenloverWordCount: 760
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, I only wish they were.
Trapped
He could hear her whispering. Had heard her whispering since he had gone to the reactor. It was annoying, a presence that would not go away, and he wanted it gone. It whispered of betrayals and how he was better than them all, that he was more than they would ever be.
He did not like hearing such words.
He could hear what laid behind them. The words of possession. She whispered that she was his mother, and he heard the words of how he belonged to her.
He did not like that, either.
But Sephiroth had listened, and it had caused...problems. He did not remember most of the time from the first visit to the reactor to the second visit, afterwards. That was enough to make him growl, but at the time, it hadn’t mattered. The only thing that had was his mother, and the welcome she promised him. He remembered that much. She had promised him that he would no be alone, that he would no longer be the one that was out of place, the one that others looked at from the corners of his eyes and whispered about.
In the back of his mind, something pointed out that Zack had never done any of that. Had never made fun of him, or told him he was out of place. When Sephiroth did something that didn’t fit, Zack would either let it go, or he would simply show Sephiroth what was expected. Never a twitch, never a poisonous word. He had always just been there.
But that voice wasn’t enough, and Sephiroth had followed the call of his mother. She was mostly right, even though he hated to hear it. Hated it, wanted to fight, but found he really had no desire to. That set off its own little warning bells, but at the time, he was powerless to stop it.
She whispered of betrayal, and he was well aware of it.
Zack knew he would have been able to dodge that.
The man hadn’t been trying to hurt him, simply get his attention.
He, in turn, almost killed him.
He had almost killed his Zack.
That was when he started to rebel, and the ties that bound him to her tightened, as he found himself moving to collect her. He knew if he did, he would never be free.
The sharp pain through his chest was almost a relief. The words of hatred and anger were ignored, they were from Zack’s pet, thus of no importance. But the pain, it was something he could focus on, even as he slid down from the shock of it.
The child was ill-trained. He would have to fix that later. The boy ran off, without making sure his opponent was dead. A foolish mistake. Sephiroth did not want to move, but the threads tightened once more and made him do it.
So much of what she said made sense, but Sephiroth had been a prisoner too long to not see the trap behind the honeyed words. He could not fight her, not fully, but she could not force him past what he was capable of. Another thing to let the child live for. The damage was too great for Sephiroth to collect his mother’s whole body, so he took only the head. Which was good. He knew once he was away from the core, he would be able to think clearly, and he would deal with this threat.
Afterwards, he would come and collect his Zack. And his Zack’s pets. He knew the man would never consent to leaving the child behind. Maybe they could even stop by Midgar and collect the girl that the man favored. It would make Zack happy, thus it would make Sephrioth...content.
But he could not accomplish that at the moment, not while the words of claiming, of belonging were whispered in his ear.
He almost killed the blond child. It was very possible that, after all the damage he dealt him, the child would die anyway.
Sephiroth felt the pain that sheered through him at the feel of the mako, and smiled, sharp and feral, as the pain made him let go of his mother’s head. It hurt her as well, and he was suddenly free.
Free of her, free of the remains of him.
All around him was information.
He would collect what he wanted to know. Then he would collect what belonged to him. Then he would deal with the rest of the world.
He belonged to nobody.
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