Heya, Final Fans! Another short story about the boiz. I'm not really that into Cloud/Sephiroth, but I really have no control over my muses, so... Here we are. I haven't finished the game yet, so 1) I have no idea what really happens at the end, please don't tell me, and 2) I really have no idea what the fuck is up with Sephiroth. Aslo don't tell me. I'll figure it out eventually. I basically know the movie and why my friend has spoilered from me. Which amounts to almost nothing. So PLEASE don't spoiler it for me some more, I'll finish it eventually, I promise. Also, if I got anything horribly, horribly wrong... This would be why. So yeah. Enjoy.
With love, Jiia.
They weren't lovers. The very idea was absurd. They were mortal enemies, after all. Cloud hated him, and Sephiroth… Well, Sephiroth couldn't really blame him. He so desperately wanted Cloud to understand, to realize that what he was doing was right, that it was best for everyone, even if they didn't know it.
But Cloud could never understand. He hadn't been chosen. He wasn't like Sephiroth; Jenova was not his mother, and he was not her son. He lacked the ability to conceptualize the world on the same level as Sephiroth did. It wasn't his fault, he just didn't have the genes.
So instead of trying to make Cloud understand, he did the next best thing.
He made Cloud feel.
He made him hurt. He made him shake with anger. There were times when he even made Cloud cry. He pulled the blonde out of his comfortable little bubble of numbness and into a world of pain, because, in the end, that's what he really wanted. Cloud himself didn't understand it. He thought he wanted gentle, loving, soft. He thought he wanted sweetness and joy and laughter. He thought he wanted her, that foolish girl, that silly remnant that was a disgrace to the great people she survived.
Sephiroth knew better.
Cloud wasn't cut out for gentle. He was a SOLDIER, and he had the blood of the planet in his veins. He had been bred for war. Peace couldn't withstand him.
And neither could she. No-one could. Whenever they were together, whenever they touched, he would have to be so, so careful. He would have to walk on eggshells just to keep from hurting them. Just to keep from breaking them. He could never really let himself go, never get caught up in the moment and lose himself in the feeling. He could never truly relax. Not without destroying his partner.
No, Could couldn't have gentle. No matter how he tried, he was not a gentle man. He was a fighter, and that would never, ever change.
So Sephiroth gave him what he wanted, what he needed. He gave him pain and he gave him blood, and he gave him a battle he could never really win. Cloud could let himself go as much as he wanted, relax and allow the beast he kept locked away inside take over.
Sephiroth would never break.
They weren't lovers. The very idea was absurd. They were mortal enemies, after all. Cloud hated him, and Sephiroth…
Sephiroth understood.