Heir to Madness
U.P.S.
PG (rating may go up)
Ookami: Okay, I had a few random thoughts while playing the game. Wouldn't Hojo, being the sick person that he is, want to "breed" Sephiroth? I mean, after all, he is the ultimate life form. So this is his story, ten years before the game actually takes place making Sephiroth about Twenty Two, Twenty Three.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII is property of its rightful owners. I own my characters and plot.
Summery: Sephiroth was in love with a woman. But after he accidently brings her with child, things change. Hojo finds out and wants the child to be his "Lab Rat" and so the mother runs away and leaves a note telling Sephiroth not to follow her for a few years, until things calm down.
Chapter I
"YOU SAY WHAT?" The man yelled, banging his fists on the table.
"The woman and child are missing," A platinum haired male replied, folding his arms over his chest.
"HOW?"
"How am I to know?"
"Well find out Sephiroth, or this will be the end of you!"
"Yes sir," the platinum haired male said sighing, "I'll go find her."
The scientist growled threats and went back to writing on his papers as Sephiroth left the room. He walked down the long halls of Shinra HQ looking at the ground, lost in his own thoughts.
"Maybe there is something in her room," Sephiroth murmured.
He turned his direction and walked into the room where the woman had been residing. It was clean, as always, and nothing was out of line. Sephiroth sat on the bed, looking at the floor.
Of course they would want to know where the woman was, because she was bearing the child. His child. The child of the great Sephiroth. Hojo's lab rat child.
"I get it," The male sighed, lying back on the bed, "You ran to protect him... What is this?"
Sephiroth sat up, eyeing the pillow with narrow blue-green eyes. He carefully flipped it over to see a white envelope with his name written on it in green ink. He stared at the said envelope carefully, tracing its edges and looking at her handwriting.
Footsteps coming towards the door caught the mans attention and he shoved the envelope in his pocket and placed the pillow back. The door was pushed open and a man walked in, another scientist.
"You find anything?" the scientist asked.
"Nothing," Sephiroth sighed, "Not idea how- or why- she ran away."
The scientist glared at Sephiroth, then turned and left the room and back to his lab. Sephiroth sighed, and looked at the small room one more time before leaving it as well. The paths were darker, and he assumed it was night out. You could never tell in Midgar. Never could, probably never would be able to.
Sighing, he pushed open the door that led to his room and he closed it after him, and locked it. Kicking off his boots, and taking the coat off, he lay on his bed. After a moment of staring at the ceiling, he tucked his hands behind his head and closed his eyes slowly.
'Sephiroth?'
A soft giggle filled the air. Not an annoying high giggle, but like the soft tinkling of bells. The platinum haired male cracked open a blue-green eye to see a beautiful female sitting on the edge of his bed, smiling softly.
'Yes?' the male growled, rolling over onto his stomach.
'Avoiding me are we?' she asked in a slight stern voice.
'No. I'm just tired dammit!' Sephiroth growled again, 'Go bug someone else.'
Sephiroth closed his eyes and the weight at the end of his bed lifted, only to appear laying next to him. Growling, the tired man tried to push the female away but she clung to him tightly.
'Oh I give up,' Sephiroth snapped, rolling on his side to face her, 'what do you want?'
The female smiled softly, and brushed her soft fingers up against his cheek. Sephiroth closed his eyes and sighed in content, twirling a lock of aquamarine hair in-between his fingers slowly.
Baby pink eyes shone happily and she too closed them, cuddling close to the man she loved. Sephiroth blinked in confusion, then wrapped his arms around her, taking in her warmth.
'Sephiroth?' the woman asked.
'Yeah?'
'I love you Sephiroth.'
'I love you too...'
"WAKE UP!"
Sephiroth sat up suddenly hands clutching a dagger tightly, poised and ready to kill. Sephiroth looked for the offending person and saw a male with flame red hair and soft aquamarine eyes. Sephiroth narrowed his eyes and lowered the dagger.
"What do you want Zelair?" Sephiroth growled.
"Oh the usual. End world hunger, less check ups. Those needles are scary!" Zelair shivered.
"Two words for you Zelair," Sephiroth scowled rolling out of bed, "Grow. Up."
"Oh that is cold," Zelair frowned, "Very cold. I just came to see if you planned on eating dinner with us in the mess."
"I'm not hungry," Sephiroth snapped.
"Fine," Zelair shrugged, "Be that way."
"I will."
Zelair gave one last worried glance to Sephiroth before leaving the older man's room to go eat. Sephiroth wondered how he had managed to get in, but then again his half sister was a materia hunter.
Getting up and locking his door, Sephiroth paced his room slowly, unsure of what to do next. He shoved his hands in his pockets and felt the crumpling of paper. Confused, he pulled out the envelope and looked at it blankly. After a moment, realization sunk in. He quickly opened and read the letter.
Sephiroth,
I'm sorry about what is going on. My youngest half brother confirmed what I was afraid of today. Our child, once he is born, is going to be nothing more then a lab rat. I don't want that for him. No one deserves to grow up like that. If the father had been anybody else, would Hojo have bothered? I'm not too sure. But then again I'm glad the father isn't anyone else.
Anyways, to the point I suppose. I am leaving now, and beginning a journey that may take a few months, as I have no transportation. The child and I will be in a secret valley that I grew up in, and for reasons of secrecy I can't tell you where that is. All I ask is that you don't follow me- not yet.
If all goes as planned, then I should be back in my home in two months, and our child will be born three months after that. My half brother thinks it is best that you don't come looking for me for a while. Maybe not for a few years, after everything's calmed down.
We may yet meet again, and I really hope we do, but if not, this is goodbye. I love you, I wish I could show how much but it is too late for that. I just hope I can see you one more time.
Love,
L. Demona
Sephiroth reread the letter, over and over, letting the information sink in. She was going home, and she didn't want him to follow? Who does she think he was? A lost little puppy dog?
Sephiroth snorted, highly insulted and crumpled up the letter. Pulling of his shirt, he turned off the lights and curled up on his bed. He bit his bottom lip, and shivered.
Maybe she had been right. If he went to find her, then things would be suspicious. Rolling onto his stomach, Sephiroth examined a coffee stain on his white pillowcase. When had he made it? Was it last night or the night before? Oh well. It would come out.
"Maybe I am just a puppy dog," Sephiroth sighed sadly, closing his eyes again.
After what seemed an eternity to the young man, he finally fell asleep and his mind wondered the halls of the impossible dream worlds.