The End of Days
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this fic. It just came to me. The first time I uploaded this, it got messed up, so here's the first chapter.
Chapter one
Sephiroth gasped awake as though someone had poured a bucket of water over his head. Groaning, he looked around only to realize how blurry his vision was. /Where am I/ he thought, hardly remembering anything. Coughing, he tried to sit up and get off the cot he could feel beneath him.
"Shh, you must rest now," a soft voice told him, pushing him back down onto the cot.
"Where…am I?" he asked weakly, still trying to focus his eyes. It was vaguely unsettling to be as weak as he was with no recent memories and no visual aid to comfort. It was worse having no idea about his present location and hosts.
Somewhere nearby a giggle could be heard followed by a harsh "Shhh" and more giggling. "You're in the Kusimo Resident. May I ask who you are?" a very stern yet young voice asked.
Groaning some more, Sephiroth reached instinctively for his sword. But it wasn't to be found. "Where's my sword," he growled angrily through blind eyes but it came out as a hoarse cough. He squeezed his eyes shut. They were beginning to give his a headache and he could fell the signs of nausea He began to stand again to be pushed back down.
"You really should rest, you know. I mean, you look terrible." This came from another side of the room, another voice, cheerful and conveying a certain brightness. Sephiroth counted them up. Five different voices all women as far as he could tell. He tried to turn to the sound of the voice but a sharp pain racked his body. He coughed harshly, realizing how weak he really was.
"You shouldn't move," a very professional voice sounded from somewhere nearby. "You're very weak and your body's not ready for much stress"
"Ami, shouldn't we call a doctor or something?" It was the stern voice but was now soft and comforting. Sounds of movement came and the girl with the professional voice, the one called Ami, replied "No Rai, we cannot risk moving him and I believe that I am well enough trained to deal with this without some doctor leaning over me. He just needs to rest." Sephiroth could detect a sense of hidden pride the Ami girl had and nearly smiled when he sensed her tensing up, ready to defend herself if necessary. /At least some of my abilities haven't been tampered/ he thought when he realized that he could nearly see with blind eyes the room he rested in.
"She's right girls," a rough but definitely feminine voice said and choruses of "She's right," and "Let's go," were heard all around the room. Then came the sound of shuffling feet and doors opening. "Later Serena," and they were gone. The only voices left were that of the one called Ami and the first he heard. /Serena? / Sephiroth thought. The voice fit the name.
"Remember, Serena, you mustn't let him move, at least not too much. I'll come back in the morning to check back up on him. If he complains about any pain, just give him some Advil or something. I think that's it." Ami paused to reflect and make sure nothing had been forgotten.
"Alright Ami, I'll be fine. If anything happens, I'll call you." With that, the door shut and Serena's footsteps walked across the floor. "Well, welcome to my home. Um, well, I'm Serena…" Sephiroth refused to reply or even acknowledge her in his weakened condition. His inborn healing ability was already rapidly healing him and he needed only to wait. "…Yea, well, I see. You're one of those types, huh? The strong silent types. Yea well, you can at least talk to me or something. I'm not your enemy or anything.
Sephiroth nearly laughed aloud at those words. /Not my enemy? All are my enemies/ he thought grimly. Squinting, he managed to see her and was surprised at the sight. She was a teenager with beautiful pale skin and long blond hair. /What are those? / He thought as her looked at her hairstyle. /Meatballs? / He was surprised to find himself attracted to the young girl. She was wearing a pair of overalls and a white shirt with a bunny and looked exasperated since he refused to respond to her comments. /Why do I such feelings for a mere mortal? / Sephiroth wondered.
Serena kept talking, frustrated that he hadn't responded but not willing to give up. "Anyway, you'll have to stay laying down because Ami said so and she's going to be a doctor. You better be glad she was there when we found you because you were pretty messed up. But," she paused a moment, " you weren't bleeding. How weird. I mean first that flash of light and then you falling from the sky. You've got some explaining to do about that stunt-"
Sephiroth jerked up, his eyes wide open and feeling quite healthy. "What do you mean, light and falling from the sky?" he nearly snarled at the helpless girl.
Serena shrieked and jumped back. "I thought-"
"That I wasn't listening, I know. But answer me, what light?"
Serena quickly recovered from the shock of seeing Sephiroth pop up and got her senses together. "Lie back down this instance," she snarled back with every bit of viciousness Sephiroth had shown moments before, startling both of them. He lay back down obediently more out of shock then anything else. "Now then," she continued in a normal voice, " Ami told me to make sure you stay lying down because you're really sick. And…"
Sephiroth had gently grabbed her hands and said in his calmest voice "I'm very well, I don't need to stay lying down. Ask your friend Ami isn't it, if you don't believe me, " he said, seeing the doubt in her eyes.
"Ok, but you still need to take it easy," Serena said in a peculiar pleading way. /Why is she so concerned about my health when she doesn't even know my name? / Sephiroth wondered as he nodded his agreement. "You have such nice eyes," he heard her mutter softly before turning around and leaving the room.
"Nice eyes?" he wondered aloud.
Author's note- Sorry to all those who read this the first time I guess something happened whan I was uploading it or whatever and only the first few sentances will come up. It's getting late so here's where I leave the story.I'll write more but send some comments people.
- Black Rebel