M J-S K-K:D A chapter! I managed to think up one. Sephiroth/Kagome! One-sided Kadaj/Kagome. This is a response to the challenge of this pairing on Alternate's bio page. :) I hope you're happy Alternate Life! Oh! And Sephiroth might be a bit OOC in some parts, he needs to be that way for this one shot to work. Same with Kadaj.
Sephiroth - late 20s-ish, Kagome - 20, Kadaj - 18
Disclaimer: Nope, no game or anime for me. ;)
Warning: Implied sex

Over and Over
(by Three Days Grace)

My sword stopped a hair width from the column of flesh that was her neck. So badly did I want to lop her head from her shoulders, however, something made me stop Masamune from doing what I desired to do the most.

I blamed it on that cursed marble she constantly wore around her neck and that thin chain she called a necklace.

Her sapphire eyes had fear and surprise in their depths as she watched me, almost in slow motion, bring down my seven foot long blade. Her raven black hair blew from the gust my black wing, that I had out, created as I rushed at her.

My hand wrapped itself around her column of flesh that my sword couldn't bear to cut. Her small hands gripped at my larger gloved one.

She dug her blunt nails into whatever flesh that was exposed on my air. The pink jewel pulsed softly in response to the slowly suffocating priestess that I help up by her neck.

Her breathing was coming out heavy and in large amounts as she took in air for her body when I dropped her on the ground that was under her dangling feet. Her flushed face was covered by her hair partly and her dainty hands rubbing her neck slightly.

Her shorter sword clashed with mine whenever she was able to react in time, otherwise she would wind up with my sword or hand at her neck. Often I would push her back with my forearm just to catch her off guard.

Many of times I had the most opportune moment to take that cursed jewel that would help me rid of this plant and shroud it in darkness as to be able to go to a new world. Many of times I could've killed her because I had the power to. Many of times I couldn't move my body to crush her larynx or cut her throat.

Many of times her eyes captivated me and I couldn't do a thing to her aside from try and choke her. Slowly choke the life out of her mature virgin body.

Her lips were the sweetest things to me than seeing the fear filling her eyes. The way her hands tugged and pulled at my silver hair, but I paid them no mind. Not even when she dragged her nails over the skin of my own neck just to try and get me off of her person.

I never remembered when I stopped trying to take her life, I just now that I couldn't bring myself to lop her head off of her shoulders.

I, too, blamed it on that cursed marble she constantly wore around her neck. The same marble I want to take and use to shroud Midgar and the world in darkness.

The feel of the skin, other than her neck, was something I wasn't used to since all I was focused on the majority of my life was fighting and being a SOLDIER for ShinRa. Being the best one was what I thrived to be.

Then I remembered hating ShinRa for keeping the fact I was an experiment for the Jenova cells that were in me from the time I was a fetus. Eventually that hatred grew to include the world just for the sake of hating it. My mind then became warped into thinking Jenova was my mother and I had to do all in my power to make her happy. And make ends meet.

However, when this girl--no woman--stepped into the messed up lives of the AVALANCHE group and, of course, my own unbalanced insane one. Now I look back and hate her for throwing up the imbalance and fear I had created.

I hated her for making me unable to take her life. No matter how many times I tried to choke and suffocate her, I would always end up letting go and letting her continue living.

For giving my failed clone, Cloud, hope and someone else to rely on in his time of need. Just like the Cetra I slain when she was attempting to use the green/white materia.

For bring hope and comfort to those around her. Right when I had people fearing me the most, she showed up.

For being there in general. Mother didn't like her for the same reason as the Cetra, or the flower girl others knew her as.

For making me feel weak just being in her mere presence.

For remaining pure and caring. Even when I tarnished her purity, she stayed strong and didn't let it get her down. In fact, it only made her more determined and stronger to go against him--even if her attempts were half-hearted ones.

And most of all, and the reason I hated her the most was for making me fall for her--hard.

She made me doubt myself and Mother. I hated that fact, she easily wormed her way into my mind and heart. I was determined not to let her, but in the end, I knew it was futile. Even when my failed clone and his so-called friends fought and defeated me, the one thought I remembered having was about her.

For some reason, I was (dare I admit it?) glad she wasn't with her allies when they defeated me in that final meeting that wound up becoming the last battle.

No, I wouldn't have been able to stand it if she had been there to help in my defeat.

Kagome wasn't that cold-hearted, even if I was considered her enemy because she was aligned with my enemies and failed clone--Cloud.

And I knew, I wouldn't stay a memory. I would see her again, no matter how long it would take; I would see again.

Even if it were to be just a glimpse of her and her sapphire eyes.

Grass--mako green, I should say--eyes opened as Kadaj came back from memory lane, from Sephiroth's memory lane. He winced and sat up from where he was laying down. His silver hair fell into his right eye, but his left one was exposed for the world to see.

The teenager looked to his slumbering brethren.

Yazoo was to his right and sleeping on his side. His lower back length locks of silver rested peacefully on the ground by his back. His bangs covered his forehead and a bit into his face, gravity making the hairs go against the direction they were brushed in.

The youngest out of three's hair swayed when he turned his head t looked to his left--to the oldest of the three--Loz.

Like Yazoo, the short-haired male was on his side, but had one hand under his head to act like a pillow. And unlike Yazoo--who had his Velvet Nightmares in front of him for quick access--, the eldest one had his Dual Hound at the ready.

Kadaj put his hand to his forehead, he didn't have normal dreams. They were always memories and usually each and every single one of the led to this one woman with the cursed marble.

Unlike all the other memory-dreams, this one had mentioned her name. It had been fuzzy and not really intelligible, but Kadaj had managed to catch it and make out that it was a name and what I was.

Kagome.

Bringing his hand down to his face, the silver-haired teen noticed the slight wetness on it--perspiration. Releasing a shaky sigh, he stood up and took it upon himself to go for a walk and attempt to clear his head.

The white trees of the forest by the Forgotten Capital--where they were--glowed a tad in the light cast by the moon who received its light from the set sun.

His leather-clad legs shook under him as he gripped his upped arms. It wasn't that it was cold, no, it was always the aftermath he suffered fro the dreams which were Sephiroth's memories.

Kadaj stopped and leaned against one of the white trees. His breathing was a bit labored and his lips quivered. And (dare he admit it?) tears prickled at the back of his eyes. His back slid down the tree until he was sitting on the ground shaking with tears leaving his eyes.

He bent his head forward to look at the dark brown soil he was sitting on between his legs. His grip on his arms grew tighter as more of the aftermath washed over him. Kadaj leaned to his right and rested on something soft, his head on what felt to be a shoulder.

If he had been more caring at the time, and in the right frame of mind, Kadaj would've probably tried to attack them with his Souba. However, this is not the case and he just wanted the aftermath of his memory-dream to fade.

Kadaj was vaguely aware of the person letting him lean against their chest and them wrapping their arms around his shaking person. He was somewhat aware of the person resting their chin on top of his, with wavy raven locks creating a curtain as to separate him from the rest of the world.

He didn't know how long he was there, accepting the comfort of the person he didn't know, but by the time the waves of the aftermath faded, the moon was starting to sink below the horizon and the sun would soon be rising.

(And I knew, I wouldn't stay a memory.)

"Feeling better?"

Kadaj opened his green slitted eyes--which he didn't realize he closed-- and pulled back to look up at the person, no, woman who held him in his so-called time of need. His eyes widened and his pupils shrank in realization at just who this person was.

(I would see her again, no matter how long it would take; I would see again.)

He put a slightly shaking hand on her shoulder and his eyes darted back and forth as he searched the sapphire eyes--which he now realized had light gray specks here and there in them--of the woman who was in his dream, Sephiroth's memory.

Kagome lightly furrowed her black eyebrows as she watched the teen who had rested a shaken hand on her shoulder. He looked like he knew her, but she couldn't recall meeting him in her life.

The priestess brought a dainty hand to rest on his forehead--partly under his hair--to see if he was all right. What she wasn't prepared for was for the silver-haired male to launch himself at his with a cry, wrapping his arms around her--and under her arms.

The raven-haired woman wrapped her arms around his shoulders, lightly rubbing his back as the boy in her arms buried his face in the crook on her neck.

(My hand wrapped itself around her column of flesh that my sword couldn't bear to cut. Her small hands gripped at my larger gloved one.)

Her hands went underneath the strap of leather that went to his lower back and held his sword.

(She dug her blunt nails into whatever flesh that was exposed on my air. The pink jewel pulsed softly in response to the slowly suffocating priestess that I help up by her neck.)

Kadaj could feel her rub his back, thinking he was still a tad upset. He didn't care if his brothers were to find him in this woman's arms. All the teen could concentrate on was finding this woman again.

(I hated that fact, she easily wormed her way into my mind and heart. I was determined not to let her, but in the end, I knew it was futile.)

The silver-haired leader toyed with her thigh length raven hair. It had grown from waist length, seeing how Sephiroth's memory of her was about two years old--when she was his age that he is now. Her bangs also grew out a bit, so they covered her beautiful eyes--in his opinion.

(Her sapphire eyes had fear and surprise in their depths as she watched me, almost in slow motion, bring down my seven foot long blade. Her raven black hair blew from the gust my black wing, that I had out, created as I rushed at her.)

Kadaj shifter so he rested against her sideway--like he was earlier--and brought a hand that wasn't around her waist to rest on the shoulder opposite the one his head was resting on.

He wonder if she he moved his head if it made her shiver. Grass colored eyes grew lidded, it didn't matter that much, as long as he was in her embrace it didn't. he just wanted her to stay with him right now.

"Kadaj!"

"Kadaj?!"

The silver-haired leader winced as he heard his two brothers call out his name. As much as he wanted his brothers to meet her, Kadaj wanted to have her to himself first. His hand--that was on her shoulder fisted a bit of her hair without actually tugging or yanking it.

The teen pressed his lips to her exposed neck and then lightly--and playfully--nipped it. A smirk grew on his face as he felt a shiver go through her lithe body.

"You'll be staying with us. And I thank you for earlier. And so, the only way to repay you if for you to stay with us so I can do just that." Kadaj smirked as he purposely fanned his breath over her neck to get his point across.

Kagome blinked at the sudden change in the silver-haired teen snuggled up to her side. He wasn't like this before.

(Now I look back and hate her for throwing up the imbalance and fear I had created.)

"Uh…."

"Thought so." he was Sephiroth in a different body and there was no way he was giving her up to anyone--especially Cloud. Kadaj continued, "Now we let them find us like this." His green eyes grew mischievous as his smirk widened.

He could hear the footsteps of Yazoo and Loz drawing nearer to their position. Kadaj felt Kagome shift and tightened his hold on her to have her keep still. He couldn't have her leaving right yet.

(And most of all, and the reason I hated her the most was for making me fall for her--hard.)

No one would take her from him, not after he found her after two years of not only searching for Mother--but for her as well.

Kadaj looked in the direction he could hear his two brother approaching and did the first thing that came to mind.

He drew the raven-haired priestess into a lip lock.

(Even if it were to be just a glimpse of her and her sapphire eyes.)

Fin

M J-S K-K: Done. :D I hope people like it. And the italics in the parenthesis is, obviously, from the memory-dream Kadaj had and what Sephiroth thought two years before when he died after fighting Cloud.
Sacra Nemo: ¬.¬… what brought this one shot to the surface? Or do I dare not ask?
M J-S K-K: n.n… It's a surprise! Read and review people! And aren't you going to do a doodle for me? You owe me!
Sacra Nemo: Damn it… Yeah, yeah. Hold your horse.
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