I screamed in pain and coughed blood as his sword pierced me through the chest, barely missing my heart. He snarled and twisted it, still in my chest. Another shrill scream escaped me, and more blood tumbled past my lips, sliding down my neck and staining my scarf crimson. For a moment, he stopped and simply stared at me, still smiling that disgusting smile. Our eyes met. Mako Green clashed with Sky Blue. For a moment, I thought he was the Sephiroth I knew. The barest trace recognition passed between us. The faintest whisper fell from his lips. "Cloud." His eyes filled with guilt and with pain before being consumed by the burning hatred of Jenova once more.
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A/N: Another depressing Sephiroth/Cloud Drabble. Seriously, why can I write torture and pain for them but not a good romance? Why can I only ever write drabble? Why can't I write I decent multi-chaptered fan-fiction and actually finish it? Am I doomed for failure? Either way, Please read and review!