Hello and welcome, this is a project that I had in mind for Valentines Day, there are still two more chapters on the way before it ends. It will be a Sephiroth x OC match.
Aside from that the story was inspired by the song "Where the Wild Roses Grow" from Nick Cave feat. Kylie Minogue. Yet personally the best version (and the one I fell in love with) is from the cover by Kamelot.
So I hope you all enjoy and remember reviews are fully appreciated.
Elisa Day
First Day
It was a dark and gloomy day. The air was still humid from the recent downpour. Puddles of water reflecting the heavens, mudded boots splashing them as the people passed. It was a busy day in town. Students could be seen walking around in their bright yellow coats. Business men looked everywhere, some carrying big portfolios as they moved around town. Mothers moved quietly as the cars flew by them, more water being splashed in their wake. Aged people came out from their homes staring as their world flashed before their eyes. Everything was moving fast, just too fast for their aged pace… Yet everything was the same. In the busy streets of Junon, nothing ever changed.
The air, humid from the recent downpour, was refreshing. The smog that usually filled the streets lifted. And everything that surrounded the streets were allowed a breath of fresh air, if only be it temporarily.
The businesses were waking up. The lights turning on as the main street of Junon woke up from its slumber. A few people greeted each other as mere passers. Others gave themselves full blown conversation as they casually prepared their workplace for the day. Smiles were exchanged as few of them spoke of their quality time with their families. A small smile nearly shy highlighted upon the dusk filled streets. It was the one that belonged to a young female worker.
She was there making a small but pleasant conversation with a neighboring worker. Both of them were preparing their own business for the busy day to come. She was quietly but gladly setting a few small tables on the outside of Pearl's Café. Meanwhile her partner in conversation was cleaning the windows of a small bordering library, the shine left behind his strokes calling the attention of outsiders.
Everything was peaceful that morning, still too early for most costumers to arrive. However they did their job, both speaking quietly as she passed a humid cloth over the tables, making sure they were prepared for the costumers to come.
"So, I was thinking," the male worker began as he stopped working and leaned against the brick wall that divided both businesses. His posture was calm and relaxed no tension visible on his shoulders.
"You can think?" The female interrupted as she moved some small potted plants towards the tables. The pale ceramic of the container creating a romantic detail on top of the shiny rocks that adorned the tables and chairs.
The man smiled. Her light humor making the morning and his proposition something to really look out for. With that he pushed his body away from the wall and neared the female, her sweet smell reaching his nostrils and creating warmth inside his stomach. With that she looked up at him, blue grey eyes staring at him. They were beautiful, two beautiful doe shaped eyes that only belonged to her. The type of eyes that belonged to a woman like her…
He smiled at her, his heart fluttering and making strange contractions as he felt a strange sentiment enter him. With that he opened his mouth to speak what he had been chastising himself for the past month. A whole month since he had seen her enter through the door.
"Elisa!" A gruff male voice yelled from the inside of the café, a look of defeat appearing on the man's facial features as he inclined his head towards the cemented soil.
"Coming," the woman who responded by the name of Elisa called as she looked at the man. Her eyes shining with worry as she remembered that he was about to ask something from her. "What were you about to say?" She quietly asked him as she inclined her head to the side, her thin and fragile neck elongated by the suave movement.
"I," but as if fate had deemed their conversation punishable, the male voice yelled once more. This time there was a hint of urgency to his tone. Setting a thin line upon the lips, the male nodded, him quickly getting the message that what he wanted to ask would not be given an opportunity; much less on a busy Monday morning.
"I'm sorry." She said quietly as she backed away from the man, her eyes begging for forgiveness as she left and entered her work place.
The man looked down, his mood fully downcast as he gave up for the day. His body retiring to his job, one last look towards the café showed him the woman he fancied. Her mood looking down as her boss chastised her. The young man shook his head and entered his work, where many books laid, claiming for his attention. Some of those books held stories that crawled into his imagination. And he succumbed to them, his need for distraction lasting all day long.
The sight was something interesting to watch. The clear window of the café offered a beautiful and exquisite sight to the many men that ventured the area. But it wasn't enough. He couldn't keep up with solely observing her from afar. He couldn't keep up with it. It was something deeply engrained into his mind. Her features, her soft features that ran from her blemish free skin, her polite smile as she took orders, he couldn't keep up with it! He could never be a mere observatory of the beauty he fancied.
And it was then that he decided. He knew it was a risk, but admiring her from afar wasn't enough. He needed her, he had to have her, and he simply had to. His need becoming an unquenchable quest, a quest he needed to finish to fully satisfice himself. As if the desert wasn't cruel enough to him, his bottle of water moving tauntingly, as it were dangling in front of him. And with that he ventured in.
A small bell sounded, signifying a new costumer. With that young Elisa looked up, air leaving her lungs abruptly as she stared at the newcomer. It was a man. Quickly she inspected him, his hair was long and silver, the shine from it appearing out of this world. His dressing was that of a SOLDIER, a high ranked one. She looked at him shocked, the usually calm café turning eerily silent as the people starred at the newcomer. Once more she looked at him, her eyes falling to his pleasant facial features, he was handsome. It was only when she looked at his eyes that she paused completely. He was staring back at her.
She looked away from him, the sight of the powerful man being something unique. After that small movement she looked down at her hands. The small notebook she held was shaking, the tremors barely noticeable yet intense. It was only when she remembered her work that she stilled. Taking an irregular breath she looked at the man once more, green cat-like eyes stared back at her. However, the irregularity of his eyes didn't stop her. She pulled her lips and formed a smile at the newcomer, her smile sincere as it reached her steel blue eyes.
"Good morning sir," she said softly as she maintained her pleasant smile. For him her voice was something out of this world. Her silkiness, the way how she spoke; it was low, quiet but beautiful. It was only when she continued that he found himself purring deep in his chest, the noise bringing warmth to his unsuspected heart. "Please take a seat and I'll be with you in a minute." She finished as she saw him move, his eyes still boring to her as he took an unwanted seat in a corner of the café.
Elisa turned around and finished with her client. The aged woman eyed her as she finished scribing the order, "anything else?" She asked pleasantly as she looked at the woman, her eyes set firmly on the young female. Yet no more words were spoken as the woman shook her head. A strange look was shining upon her aged eyes, knowledge flowing inside of them; a knowledge that came along with time. But no words were spoken, no warning was issued.
With that done, Elisa turned over and went towards the kitchen, leaving the note for the cook to work. Once more Elisa walked around, the people talking with hushed voices as if scared. The ambient different from what it would normally be.
Ignoring the strange conduct of the people inside the café, Elisa moved towards the man in the corner. The chairs and tables surrounding the man empty. The people that sat on them left as if something had shooed them away. A something that Elisa couldn't quite place her finger on. Still as her thoughts trailed away she ignored them, her mind set on doing her job.
Moving closer Elisa found the air surrounding her and the man thicken. His eyes trailed her figure, her soft curves still young and juvenile. Those young and innocent curves that were untouched by men, but had him captivated. They were far from the sultry and voluptuous curves from the many women that courted him. Those fully developed women that weren't shy on physical manners.
And there she was, standing by his side smiling. It was a beautiful smile, her lips the color of the roses, the same roses that he knew where they grew. It was a magnificent sight. Her lips were full and plump, the natural pink color exacerbated by a red stain, the stain giving her a luscious look. A look that made him felt a strange and unknown desire. A desire that steered deep inside him, something that screamed at him to take control.
As he inspected her she waited for him, her weight moving towards the left as she relaxed onto her feet.
"Sixty seven seconds," the pale haired man murmured as he looked towards the rest of the café. Everyone was paying attention to their interaction. He ignored them, his sight falling once more to the young female that stood by his side.
She was puzzled by his words, as she leaned her head to the side as she observed him; a vocal sound that came out from her indicated her confusion to his words. With that the man next to her chuckled, her reaction to him was innocent, and he couldn't help it. He appreciated her innocence. Her purity, a purity that held such innocence that only a child could have yet still she had maintained that strange quality to her persona. "You took sixty seven seconds." He cleared the statement and her lips separated softly a knowing look came to her as she understood what he meant.
"You counted?" She questioned him as her brows furrowed, her lips closing together as she slightly pouted.
"You said one minute."
"Well I didn't mean it literally." She said as she tried to maintain her calm. Her demeanor was as soft as always, her quiet and low voice far from mean. She wasn't mad, she rarely was mad but it didn't help that the man unnerved her. His cat like eyes appeared to glow, the sea green of them curious. His gaze rarely wavered, much less it was rarely blinking; a characteristic that not many people could have.
He was curious for the woman he fancied, her pouty red lips. Her big doe eyes with the adorning slate blue color of them were alluring to him. He kept studying her, her pale skin soft and glowing, her button like nose small and delicate. Her light brown brows were curved delicately, arching her doe eyes and creating a passive and childlike expression. All of that combined together to create a blemish free oval face. It was a beautiful and delicate feature she carried with her, her face thin and delicate upon the jaw. It was the face of a woman.
And even thought it seemed like an eternity in which the pale haired man stared at her, it was only mere seconds. The question came quickly and he answered what he was pleased to order. The young female leaving as if her quest to him was finished.
It has only begun. The man thought as he observed her from afar. She would go from table to table, attending the clients as they came and left. Her position moving swiftly as she came and went, orders being opened and closed as she continued her job. Small talk was seemingly close to prohibited as she evaded it at all cost, most of the time being court with the clients as she quietly answered with less than five words.
She was something unique. The way her light brown hair would bobble behind her as she moved around, the clients calling her as their needs resurfaced. She would come to them, ask for their need and leave as soon as they were pleased. And she had that characteristic. It was a simple characteristic in which she would make everyone around her happy. From the aged couples to the pale haired man himself, he was happy by merely watching her. But it wasn't enough. He still needed more of her, the short interaction between them leaving him with hope for more. A hope that grew as time passed, his intense gaze not giving up as he continued to follow her with his jade eyes.
Soon a rounded man called the young woman by her name. Elisa Day, the man yelled. Quickly she responded to him as he spoke to her in a hushed tone, her answer being heard by the pale haired man.
Let me finish with him first, she said quietly as the rounded man looked behind her, his eyes falling on the solitary corner. Instantly as the man's eyes fell upon the pale haired man, his small beady eyes filling with recognition as he stared. With that he nodded at the young female, a delicate smile grazing her features as she thanked him.
With that thought the green eyed man smiled. Elisa Day, he muttered her name coming out as if it were made of silk. It fitted her, she was God's promise. The man chuckled, his eyes brightening as he saw her come. Her forest green apron forgotten as she came next to him, a small smile grazing her lips as she greeted him. Her eyes shone the blue gray appearing lighter, as if a heavy bulk was lifted from her tired shoulders.
"Anything else I can get you?" She said quietly as she stared at him, her voice sounding like music to his ears.
The man chuckled; his eyes boring into hers yet no reaction could be seen. She was simply perfect, and with that he answered, "I would like you."
Upon hearing his softly spoken words the young female paused. Her eyes blinking fast as she looked at the man. His words were direct. Still thinking about it the young female didn't respond until a long and silent minute had passed. Her cheeks turned into a softer shade of her red lips, a burning sensation filling her face as she looked anywhere but his face. As she tried to evade him, she found a warm gloved touch to the hand that hung loosely next to her. Looking up, she found the warmth leave her cheeks, the color going down as she stared at the man that held her hand tenderly.
'Please.' He said quietly as he stared up at her, his eyes appearing to have the power to convince as she found herself sitting next to him. He didn't appear like a man to plead, nor was he the type to do it. It was strange that he found himself succumbed to that pathetic phase. His desire for her breaking all rationality that he had been taught.
His hand never left hers. But as time passed she found herself more comfortable in his presence. A small smile reached her features as he offered her sweets, the soft taste of the pastries lingering on her tongue. It was only a matter of time till she began to feel uncomfortable. It didn't last long, her hands retreating from his hold as she stared at him, something in his appearance being familiar to her. Shrugging that thought aside, she stared at him, her mouth opening to speak of her situation.
"Look," she began, her voice appearing to be sorry. "I… I don't really feel comfortable with this." She finished, her eyes staring down at her hands, the cream colored polish coming off as she scraped on it.
"There's nothing to worry." The man reassured her as one of his hands came to her chin. The hold was soft and caring, something she hadn't felt before in her life.
"But," she paused expecting him to interrupt her, yet all he was doing was waiting patiently for her to continue. He was expecting her to continue what she wanted to say. A new small smile grazed her features as she looked at him apprehensively. Him probably being genuinely interested in her and with that she tried. "I don't even know your name."
With that the man began to chuckle, the sound making profound noises deep in his chest. "That is interesting," the man said as his hand moved from her chin to caress her light chestnut hair. Stray pieces of hair were placed behind her ear by his careful and caring hand. "Sephiroth," he said suddenly, the name bringing memories to the mind of the young woman.
Now it was her turn to be shocked. Here she was sitting next to the General. The General! She was simply sitting next to the highest ranking SOLDIER. She was sitting next to a man capable of murder. She looked at him, it was obvious now. She didn't know who he was, but she had seen him before. The magazines were filled with images of him and his fellow soldiers. It was truly amazing, him, one of the strongest males populating the planet was here, sitting next to her. What was she? She was simply all but a common woman surviving of a minimum wage salary. So why was he there caressing her face?
She shook her head, his hand leaving her face as he stared at her. His exterior was cool, feelings completely hidden yet something swirled in the depths of his green irises. "Elisa." She said quietly, only to witness a single pale eyebrow lift at her act. With that she tried again, "my name is Elisa Day."
"I know." His response shocked her, her eyebrows knitting together as she thought of his strange response. He could have heard her name being called, or he could be accepting the fact that he understood her on the first try. The thing was that she probably would never know the truth behind his bizarre choice of words.
After that minutes passed and both of them got comfortable once more. They talked of anything and everything. It was mostly related to their hobbies, things they would do and things that pleased them. They spoke many things, time passing quickly as her lunch break was finally over. It was only once she had to go back to work that he asked her out.
"Dinner?" he asked directly as he held her hand, his touch holding her back from returning to work.
A small pink hue adorned her cheeks, the blush deepening as she answered, "that would be nice." Her answer slightly shocked her, yet something swirled inside her. The man was being extremely educated towards her… and she liked him.
"I'll pick you up at eight." Those were the last words he spoke to her, his body swiftly retiring as he had important work to attend.
"But," the woman paused, the man nowhere in sight. A small spark of worry filling her as she thought that he probably didn't even know where she lived, and if he did, now that would be worrisome. Did he know where she lived? She wondered; worry filling her as she looked around. Everything was the same inside the café, her boss covering for her during lunch. His eyes falling to her as she stood at the table she once sat confusion evident in her face. With that she ignored her thoughts and moved towards the back of the café, her apron going back to wrap against her body as she resumed her work.
A few hours later Elisa was sitting against her bedroom window. Her eyes stained as her tears destroyed the little amount of makeup she had bothered to apply. Her face was fine; no visible marks of the violence were detectable in them. However her body wasn't in the same peachy condition. She trembled, the beginning of violet marks appearing on her arms. Strong willed hands had held her captive, her clothing no longer pressed as she had fought against the painful grip. Her hands trembled as her blood red lips quivered.
She was a disaster, her feelings becoming a torrent of whirlwinds. The strong winds lashing out, as each gust woke up a sob from deep inside her chest. She was in pain. Her muscles were starting to make many involuntary contractions as if electricity coursed through her body. But it wasn't electricity what fueled her. It was the simple acts of violence against her that had her quivering in a corner of her room.
Yells came from the other room, the walls vibrating with the loud voice from the male she shared the house with. Her father was cursing at her. His voice loud and gruff as he found her prepared to leave his vicinity meanwhile under his care. He couldn't bear it; the image was too strong for him to bear. Her leaving him would only devastate him and he couldn't live without her. Not after what had happened…
It was only till a soft knock to her door that young Elisa woke up. Her trembling form growing stronger as she looked at the door, petrified. Her body tried to press itself against the window, in her pitiful intent she tried to shove space between the dark wooded door and the crazed being that hunted behind it. And everything she did failed her, her heart filled with dread as she looked at the door.
The doorknob was twisting painfully slow, the sound shrieking in her ears as her heartbeat accelerated at a painful pace. The muscle of the heart contracting viciously as it felt that it would leave her frail body. The door opened. The push was slow and torturous. The being behind the dark wood beckoning her as it seemed to enjoy her petrified gaze. Soon the door was fully opened, a dark figure loomed, it was there observing her from afar as he looked at the damage.
Her body was battered, her beauty untouched. Yet anger flared through his body as he thought of whoever was the cause of her condition. Green eyes narrowing as he appeared to be pissed. A beauty such as her –his beauty– shouldn't have been touched, much less by anyone. Not as long as she's under his careful watch.
"Elisa?" The man whispered as he neared closer, worry filling his voice as he stared at her. Tears were running freely from her eyes. Her sobs were racking her body every few seconds.
He paused completely, his eyes sculpting the damage from a closer look. Her pale and blemish free skin was damaged, dark spots in her arms called his attention. He moved in closer, her stale blue eyes looking at him, yet something inside her seemed to relax. As if something had broken free, an unusual feeling that she had no idea what to put it as. But all she knew was that she was safe… she felt safe.
He finished moving closer to her, her cold body plastered against his as she cried. Sobs rocking aggressively her form as he consoled her. One of his hands would touch her hair; the other would feel her curves. Ecstasy filled his form as he pleased himself, her time of weakness becoming something that he would never imagine to happen.
With that he filled himself with self-control and pulled her away as he found that her tears had stopped. The sounds and tremor that filled her body stopping completely. All that was left behind were smooth wet trails that he could see as he pressed one hand to her chin, the other clearing the wet spots that ran down her face.
She was beautiful. Her makeup was smeared, yet her blood red lips remained the same. They were his temptation, the full and delicate lips calling to him as he looked down at the beauty he held in his arms. It was something new, something Sephiroth hadn't felt before in his life. It was a devotion so unlike anything occurring to him that it would have to leave him devastated had she left. She was something much more from the curious observations he had done of her. She was the meaning behind the darkness. The darkness that enjoyed to cloud his mind.
She was his wild rose. A delicate flower that he would caress, the petals not lasting forever, yet at the moment it was enough for him.
Beautiful, he murmured, his hand still caressing her cheek as he looked at her doe like eyes, the greyness appearing bluer due to the water that had recently cascaded from them. Small red lines adorning the white parts of her eyes, the red disappearing as her tormented emotions left her body, her eyes finally getting some rest.
In his arms she was soothed, her head relaxing to his hand as she felt long fingers caress her cheek. The touch was delicate, almost loving, yet his touches burned, a trail of pleasure being left behind. The pain and devastation she had felt, abandoned her body as all those feelings were substituted by pleasure.
And she burned. His lips capturing hers as he left a trail of warmth; she shivered. Her scarlet lips responding to the motions of his very own. It was seductive… he was seducing her. And she gave herself to him, him becoming her first man. His touch delicate as if he was working with the petals of a flower; yet without a doubt he deflowered her. Her virginity belonged to him as he took her for the first time. Her body quivering under his, nails scratching his back. He had found pleasure in consoling the sole beauty that lay under him.
And it was him, Sephiroth that believed that she was truly God's promise… a promise that was only meant for him.
Edited 6/13/2013
