Blood for Blood:
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 7. It belongs to Squaresoft/Square Enix.
Author's Note: I wanted to get across Sephiroth's personality here and how crazy and irrational he is as a result of Jenova. This is my first time writing Sephiroth though, so practise makes perfect… did I succeed?
Sephiroth was irritated. The boy had been caught and he'd enquired about where he was now. In retrospect, he should have guessed; he had been part of Shinra before. The guard would have preferred he just guessed… if he were capable of a preference any more. Still, he had got a more detailed answer.
It was ridiculously easy. There was no challenge. The guard turned towards him, reacting very slowly to the threat of an intruder – and really, didn't the man recognise him? Maybe he wasn't around at the same time as Sephiroth, but he thought he'd at least left an impression – and he cut him down as if made of paper.
He was tempted to use his sword to open the door, but wondered if that would be too conspicuous. Well, the guard was already dead, he supposed. That was already fairly suspicious. And he'd never been fond of stealth.
Dispassionately scavenging the key from the dead guard, Sephiroth opened the door. It made a small noise and the green light above the door flickered on, but the occupants remained undisturbed.
At least the guard hadn't lied to him. The boy was certainly there. Sephiroth recognised him from a long time ago, and his eyes narrowed in remembrance.
He took a close look at the boy who was squatted on the floor, memories resurfacing about being stabbed in that reactor. Sephiroth had stabbed him too – blood for blood, though he had not stabbed for revenge then. It was vengeance for Mother.
He was still irritated by the fact somebody who did not even have the ability to join SOLDIER had momentarily got the better of him.
Leaning forwards, he unsheathed the Masamune, holding it just in front of the boy's throat.
He could slash with his sword, a silent revenge for his audacity all that time ago, even daring to raise a sword against him. His arrogance, Sephiroth thought, was insurmountable.
He cocked his head to the side, instructions blossoming in his head from Mother. Don't.
Sephiroth wasn't a fool. "You are lucky," he said to the boy, quietly enough that it was almost inaudible and wouldn't wake up the miscellaneous people. Everybody else was unimportant, but anybody awakening was an unnecessary triviality. It would be… messy. "Very lucky, that I can be so merciful."
The boy was a puppet. Sephiroth could initiate the chase and lead the boy into position. The boy didn't know, Mother said. Sephiroth had decided that made the boy an idiot.
Sheathing his sword, he took one last look at the boy and turned and left the room.
"Guard him well," he commented sardonically to the dead guard; a pathetic man had he ever saw one.
He was ready to bait the boy. He also had… other business to attend to.
"Ready, Mother?" he murmured. He felt that she assented. He was to leave a trail for the boy to follow, and then the trap would be set. Nothing could go wrong.
Sephiroth turned and left. He had several jobs to do, and was going to cut down anybody who got in his way. After all, his mission was far more important than the lives of those insignificant fools.
Author's Note: I was initially going to have Sephiroth use his sword to open the door but didn't know how to write it… plus I didn't think that would work too well logistically. I could imagine him trying it though. Hope Sephiroth is characterised alright – reviews are appreciated.