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icedark_elf May. 3rd, 2007 07:24 pm)
icedark_elf May. 3rd, 2007 07:24 pm)Title: Feathers
Author: GW Katrina aka icedark_elf
Beta: forgottenlover
Series: Everything Changes
Wordcount: 1,216
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Sephiroth thinks as he waits.
Previous fic Leather
Feathers
After making sure that he had not done permanent damage to his Zack, Sephiroth smiled, pleased. He had been watching them, with their little interactions, and knew that Zack was bedding both of them.
His Zack. And now that the blinders and leash that Shin-Ra and Hojo had placed on him were gone, he realized just how much Zack belonged to him. What the scents the man had given off when they had been together meant.
For once, Sephiroth had something that belonged to him, and he refused to let others take it away, even if it was unknowing.
The shock that had been on Zack’s face was something he had been pleased with. It was good to know that he could still surprise his second, his Zack, though it had not taken long for Zack to figure out who had come to collect him. The man had always been bright, sometimes far too smart for his own good, though smart enough to hide it. Sephiroth had seen the notes Hojo had on the man, and was pleased that the scientist had never moved on any of the possible experiments.
That was just as well. The man was useful, and he hadn’t really damaged Zack, so Sephiroth would continue to let him live. For now.
Stroking Zack’s face as he sat on the hill, enjoying the sunlight as he watched the bird bolt back for the place that the others resided in, he found that he was pleased. Despite the damage done to him, Zack had adapted well, overcoming the disability and adapting to this life. Though Sephiroth was slightly disappointed the man seemed happy with it. His Zack had always been one who had reached for things outside his grasp, and got them far too often.
It did make him feel a little foolish to realize that the man had been reaching out for him before, but he had been too blind to see it. Not that he would have been allowed to take something like that anyway. Shin-Ra wouldn’t have allowed it. Hojo wouldn’t have allowed it. His Zack would have vanished, into the labs, out of existence, and he would have never made a move to stop it.
Though now he had Mother, and she encouraged him to take what was his, though he knew she was referring to other things. To this planet, to the lifestream that circled it. The humans that were damaging it were not something she cared about as a whole, let alone on an individual level. He knew that she did not approve of this, but she had already started to teach him to take what was his, and if there had ever been anything that had belonged to him, it was Zack.
Letting his hand dip to where the dark line circled Zack’s throat, Sephiroth smiled faintly. He knew that Zack would be mad at him, especially if he left the man’s pets behind. He was almost tempted to collect them as well, but he did not feel like the fight. Not right now. Right now was for Zack, and he would focus his attentions on that man. Perhaps later, he would collect the others.
The girl he knew was Zack’s under Plate girlfriend, and she made Mother rant and rave like nothing else did. That right there was something that intrigued him, and he was curious on what she was. She hummed at the edge of his senses, like Zack did, faintly, and he found he wanted to know the cause. Maybe they would talk one day, and he would find out.
The other, well, Sephiroth felt the urge to kill the blond curl through him. The boy had killed him, after all, and he found that he had really not appreciated being killed. Even if it had led to better things, he did object to it on principle. It was slightly upsetting that Zack had not only been pleased with the blond, but had continued to bed him. Sephiroth would have thought that if he had died, Zack might have killed the one who had caused it, not rewarded them.
But given the situation, perhaps Zack could be forgiven. Sephiroth did admit that things had gotten out of hand, something he had complained bitterly at Mother about, and now that he had more control, it would not be happening again.
Still, the boy stood out against everything else, and Sephiroth wondered if, maybe, just maybe, he couldn’t take those strings he could feel tying him to the blond and put them to use. Mother whispered the word “puppet” into his ear, and Sephiroth smiled. Later, yes, he would have to play and see what the toy would do.
It would only be fair to get to play with Zack’s toys as well. Maybe by then Zack would be more willing to share?
He felt them coming up the hill long before any of his normal senses could detect them. He was pleased. Good, they were making it easy for him by coming to him instead of making him go to them. They could be taught, it appeared, which boded well for their long term survival.
Checking to make sure that Zack was still unconscious, a state he was reinforcing though sheer will, and he was content to see that his friend laid on his lap as if he slept. Good, the control was there, though not as much as it was with the blond. Still, it was the start of something to work with. Perhaps he could put Hojo to good use sooner and find a way to strengthen the man.
Sephiroth did not want to break him, after all.
“Sephiroth!”
The voice cut through his pleasant thoughts, and he ignored the one yelling his name, collected Zack in his arms as he stood. Finally, he looked over at the pair, who had apparently followed the chocobo back. He might have to come back and collect it eventually. Obviously Zack cared for it, and Sephiroth did admit he had to give the man credit for having a bright bird. Zack always had liked animals that could learn.
“Strife,” he said calmly, eyes moving from the man to the woman. He knew her from somewhere, he realized, looking into her eyes. Though he was not sure where from. Along his back, he felt the brush of phantom feathers. “Gainsborough.”
“Sephiroth,” she replied, eyes moving to Zack. “Is he...?”
“He’s fine. And he is mine.”
That got a growl from Strife and a noise of surprise from Gainsborough. “Because he cares for you, I decided to allow you to know that I was taking him. Now that I’ve collected what belongs to me, I’ll be going.”
He spoke as calmly as if he had been sharing the weather, and he ignored Strife’s second growl, and the sudden lunge for him that both did. They did not understand. Perhaps later.
Flexing his will, he felt his feet leave the earth. Of all the things he had come to understand, this was simply the most useful.
Making sure Zack was secure in his arms, he left the other two behind.
He had to get things settled before sparing the time to making sure Zack understood his place.
Author: GW Katrina aka icedark_elf
Beta: forgottenlover
Series: Everything Changes
Wordcount: 1,216
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Sephiroth thinks as he waits.
Previous fic Leather
Feathers
After making sure that he had not done permanent damage to his Zack, Sephiroth smiled, pleased. He had been watching them, with their little interactions, and knew that Zack was bedding both of them.
His Zack. And now that the blinders and leash that Shin-Ra and Hojo had placed on him were gone, he realized just how much Zack belonged to him. What the scents the man had given off when they had been together meant.
For once, Sephiroth had something that belonged to him, and he refused to let others take it away, even if it was unknowing.
The shock that had been on Zack’s face was something he had been pleased with. It was good to know that he could still surprise his second, his Zack, though it had not taken long for Zack to figure out who had come to collect him. The man had always been bright, sometimes far too smart for his own good, though smart enough to hide it. Sephiroth had seen the notes Hojo had on the man, and was pleased that the scientist had never moved on any of the possible experiments.
That was just as well. The man was useful, and he hadn’t really damaged Zack, so Sephiroth would continue to let him live. For now.
Stroking Zack’s face as he sat on the hill, enjoying the sunlight as he watched the bird bolt back for the place that the others resided in, he found that he was pleased. Despite the damage done to him, Zack had adapted well, overcoming the disability and adapting to this life. Though Sephiroth was slightly disappointed the man seemed happy with it. His Zack had always been one who had reached for things outside his grasp, and got them far too often.
It did make him feel a little foolish to realize that the man had been reaching out for him before, but he had been too blind to see it. Not that he would have been allowed to take something like that anyway. Shin-Ra wouldn’t have allowed it. Hojo wouldn’t have allowed it. His Zack would have vanished, into the labs, out of existence, and he would have never made a move to stop it.
Though now he had Mother, and she encouraged him to take what was his, though he knew she was referring to other things. To this planet, to the lifestream that circled it. The humans that were damaging it were not something she cared about as a whole, let alone on an individual level. He knew that she did not approve of this, but she had already started to teach him to take what was his, and if there had ever been anything that had belonged to him, it was Zack.
Letting his hand dip to where the dark line circled Zack’s throat, Sephiroth smiled faintly. He knew that Zack would be mad at him, especially if he left the man’s pets behind. He was almost tempted to collect them as well, but he did not feel like the fight. Not right now. Right now was for Zack, and he would focus his attentions on that man. Perhaps later, he would collect the others.
The girl he knew was Zack’s under Plate girlfriend, and she made Mother rant and rave like nothing else did. That right there was something that intrigued him, and he was curious on what she was. She hummed at the edge of his senses, like Zack did, faintly, and he found he wanted to know the cause. Maybe they would talk one day, and he would find out.
The other, well, Sephiroth felt the urge to kill the blond curl through him. The boy had killed him, after all, and he found that he had really not appreciated being killed. Even if it had led to better things, he did object to it on principle. It was slightly upsetting that Zack had not only been pleased with the blond, but had continued to bed him. Sephiroth would have thought that if he had died, Zack might have killed the one who had caused it, not rewarded them.
But given the situation, perhaps Zack could be forgiven. Sephiroth did admit that things had gotten out of hand, something he had complained bitterly at Mother about, and now that he had more control, it would not be happening again.
Still, the boy stood out against everything else, and Sephiroth wondered if, maybe, just maybe, he couldn’t take those strings he could feel tying him to the blond and put them to use. Mother whispered the word “puppet” into his ear, and Sephiroth smiled. Later, yes, he would have to play and see what the toy would do.
It would only be fair to get to play with Zack’s toys as well. Maybe by then Zack would be more willing to share?
He felt them coming up the hill long before any of his normal senses could detect them. He was pleased. Good, they were making it easy for him by coming to him instead of making him go to them. They could be taught, it appeared, which boded well for their long term survival.
Checking to make sure that Zack was still unconscious, a state he was reinforcing though sheer will, and he was content to see that his friend laid on his lap as if he slept. Good, the control was there, though not as much as it was with the blond. Still, it was the start of something to work with. Perhaps he could put Hojo to good use sooner and find a way to strengthen the man.
Sephiroth did not want to break him, after all.
“Sephiroth!”
The voice cut through his pleasant thoughts, and he ignored the one yelling his name, collected Zack in his arms as he stood. Finally, he looked over at the pair, who had apparently followed the chocobo back. He might have to come back and collect it eventually. Obviously Zack cared for it, and Sephiroth did admit he had to give the man credit for having a bright bird. Zack always had liked animals that could learn.
“Strife,” he said calmly, eyes moving from the man to the woman. He knew her from somewhere, he realized, looking into her eyes. Though he was not sure where from. Along his back, he felt the brush of phantom feathers. “Gainsborough.”
“Sephiroth,” she replied, eyes moving to Zack. “Is he...?”
“He’s fine. And he is mine.”
That got a growl from Strife and a noise of surprise from Gainsborough. “Because he cares for you, I decided to allow you to know that I was taking him. Now that I’ve collected what belongs to me, I’ll be going.”
He spoke as calmly as if he had been sharing the weather, and he ignored Strife’s second growl, and the sudden lunge for him that both did. They did not understand. Perhaps later.
Flexing his will, he felt his feet leave the earth. Of all the things he had come to understand, this was simply the most useful.
Making sure Zack was secure in his arms, he left the other two behind.
He had to get things settled before sparing the time to making sure Zack understood his place.
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Yeah, Aeris isn't too pleased, either.
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Which is never a good thing. Never, ever piss off a healer. They know more ways to destroy a body than a normal person ever would think of. *grins*
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I still have no idea how this universe is going to go now.
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Though I personally think that Cloud can fly if he really wants to. >.> Because I think, when he was in Crater, he lifted himself up to give Sephiroth the materia. *coughs*
And Seph would have so much fun with that.
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Oh God. Possessive, insane-but-rationalizing Sephiroth! You wrote him wonderfully. And how he thinks of Zack, and how he's interested in Aeris simply because she drives his mother crazy, and how he's already "puppet strings." And the last line? You really are a member of the evil fan legion, aren't you.
One thing- at the top, you have this cut under "Sephiroth things as he waits." Don't you mean thinks?
Other than that, wonderful. Thank you so much for updating in this 'verse, and I hope you write more soon.
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I run the com for us.
Fixed that error, and I'm glad you like. Sephiroth is fun to write like this. And I'm trying to do a loop and get all my universes at least one new story in. And things like AC and Gracious a new chapter. And all my prompt coms stuff on what I owe there.
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Possibly my favorite line of the fict AND sums up the last fifteen-twenty minutes of Advent Children. I luvvle your crazy ass Sephiroth. *mentally pets him*
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...I sense I strangely just made Sephiroth a really warped father figure. You know... if father figures didn't have children and had pets (and pets of the pets) instead.
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Damn your crazy Seph is hot. And now I see Zack and Cloud with collars and Aeris in the Princess Lea thing and um, I should stop there.
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CrazySeph is just fun to play with. He really is.
And I can totally see CrazySeph putting collars on the, cause that's what people do with things that belong to them.
Though the gold bikini would so be Aeris's idea.
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Though I may look at this and just start using words from that for the rest of this series....
That might work. *ponders it*
As for dear old Jenny....
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*writes a chapter in which the chocobos use supreme chocobo magic to hit Sephiroth with a big rock*