These Characters are not mine but I am temporarily borrowing them.
Okay this is a trial…thing…I might need suggestions of I get some of it wrong. This could be a quick fic or a long one…it depends on you comments and helpful ideas. Now I might take some liberties with stuff but please feel free to suggest the correct idea rather then flame me, kk! This is based on my ideas of what it would be like as a child for him…and yes there could be abuse and stuff…mostly mental and it may not be something that is of any interest to anyone other them me…but we shall see. I intend to make Hojo very dark and cruel as expected with the possibility of Sephiroth being bred for more SOLDIERS with his bloodline…
Possible Yaoi SxZ or SxR most likely…then maybe SxC…but that won't be until he gets older. This story focuses on Sephiroth as a child first off but then an adult later on.
Sum—Sephiroth was born and bred for speed, strength, skill and power. But what was his life really like before everyone in the world knew his name?
Mature rating for later…most def!!
"Who Am I"
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-- "My Eyes Have Seen Tomorrow's Glory" --
-- "My Soul Bears Witness to Evil Under Mother's Watchful Retribution" --
-- "All Will Die At My Feet...For It Is The Will of Mother" --
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Blackness….
A soundless echo…
Muted words that began as a feeling of love and trust, but then quickly faded into unease and sadness…
Warmth surrounding…comforting me…the coldness is unwelcome…
Leaving wasn't an option…it was forced…
It was cold and unforgiving, as loud cried sounded in alarm, filled the room with utter defiance…
A birth unknown to the world…
A secret kept for 9 months…
Who am I?
Why am I here?
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"Now here are you papers and pens. You have an hour to finish and I expect you to perform well…this is what you were bred for…do not fail me." Said a harsh voice as he placed the items on the table before a boy, just barely 10, with shoulder length silver hair.
Hesitant green eyes looked between the man before him and the paper below him and nodded. He was nervous. He could not help it. He had been told many times that he shouldn't be. That he shouldn't have those feelings of fear or worry. That he was supposed to be perfect in every aspect of his very being. Work was his play and play was his work, and nothing else was supposed to matter.
He looked down at the test before him and let out a small breath. This test was the same one he had taken 3 weeks ago. It was suppose to test his ability to think quick and to see how advanced his mind was.
Looking down at it he wondered why it was the same. No one had told him that he had performed poorly on the first one. Was there something a second was supposed to prove? He didn't understand it. Pausing for a moment he turned his eyes back up to look at the figure whose back was turned as he exited the room.
It was too late for questions.
Turning back to the task at hand. He picked up a pen and started the test. He knew it would be hours before he would see anyone or be allow to leave the room, even if he finished early. He would remain there alone until someone saw fit to come and get him.
Some time later…
He had finished the test within in 22 minutes but had by now been alone in the room for well over 2 hours. The papers were stacked neatly upon the table along side the pens, but the boy was not there. Three feet away and gazing outside a small-bared window, two large green eyes stared outward. He watched as several lines of SOLDIER passed by. Small hands pressed onto the frame of the window in an effort to pull his small body higher up and closer for a better look. All the SOLDIER's were extremely stiff, dressed to perfection, and all wore masks, maybe smoke masks…but he wasn't completely sure.
He was amazed at such perfection and desired to be out there with them…to be them. His breath was quick as he watched them march in extremely straight and very perfect lines. Not a one was out of step or out of breath…it was… simply an overwhelmingly impressive sight. He was so taken by the images before him that he did not hear the door open behind him. Two men stepped inside.
"Sephiroth?" Said a stern cold voice.
The boy jumped and quickly turned around. There before him stood his caretaker, Professor Hojo, and someone else he did not know. He stepped forward and gave a curt bow, then met Hojo's eyes with a curious questioning look.
"Yes Sir." Sephiroth said in a flat emotionless tone.
Hojo grinned at the boy and then turned to address the man next to him. "President Shinra…this is Sephiroth." He said extending his hand out towards the boy, sounding cocky and proud all at the same time. " He is the first successful trial as a human test subject to be born from PROJECT." He stated, but what PROJECT really was, and it was said in that manner to hide it's true meaning, was in fact plain and simply, the Jenova project.
President Shinra bowed to the young boy and smiled.
"Well then my boy, it is good to met you young Sephiroth. I know you will do quite well." He said calmly, but his tone held an air of coldness and darkness that was very unnerving. It was a feeling that Sephiroth didn't like and would continue to have even as he got older.
Hearing the actual President of Shinra address him in such a manner caused Sephiroth to freeze but he did not show it outwardly, though even still, his insides were spinning with tension. He bowed again meeting the gaze of the President briefly before he stared down at the floor, waiting whatever was to come next.
"Thank you Sir…it is my honor." Sephiroth said back, remaining still, his head bowed in utter respect.
The President took a deep breath and nodded in approval. Then he turned towards the man next to him. "Hojo my answer is yes…you may have my permission to further your experiment." He said before he gave a quick nod to the boy and the both of them left, Hojo grinning from ear to ear. As they left Sephiroth heard the excited muffled words of his caretaker as the door shut, but there he remained…again left alone in the room.
Sephiroth let out a soft low breath. Then giving into the tiredness of his legs he slowly sat down and pulled his knees to his chest. It hadn't been this bad before, but in the past several month he had started to have the sickening feeling…the feeling that the loss of his own humanity was slowly slipping away from him. He was starting to feel more like a project then a human boy.
Sephiroth rested his chin upon his knees and stared straight ahead of him. Patiently he waited, knowing he had been forgotten again. Something that also was starting to happen more and more, and this not only secured in his mind that he was being seen as something other then human but it proved it.
Sephiroth shook his head. 'No I am human…I am a boy…I am real…I am not just a test subject….I…' he thought fighting a tear in the corners of his eyes. He simply did not want to settle for what he was feeling and his treatment, but every time it happened, every time he was ignore…left alone…his feelings of his own humanity were slipping. He was being broken down by it…and unknown to him…this was exactly what Hojo wanted.
In order to breed the worlds greatest SOLDIER one had to be centered…his mind only knowing power, strength and loyalty…to only know the job and to be the job…to be the ultimate SOLDIER.
This is what he wanted for Sephiroth…and that was exactly what he intended to do…at any cost…even at the cost of one's very soul.
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((Oh this is short I know…but I am testing the waters…the next chapter will be much longer. Please Review suggestions; I am always open to them.))
