Wow... I forgot the disclaimer at first... I do NOT own Nightmare on Elm Street, nor FFVII. If I did, I would not be posting random stories on ... so that's it. My first story, kinda sucks, review if you want.
It wasn't normal for Sephiroth to sleep. He was always wakeful and always executed perfectly the missions SOLDIER gave him. Though, one day, he would feel an inexplicable drowsiness that would render his assignments far less productive. He would miss. He never missed. So, he was forced to take what his friend Angeal called... a "nap."
He never enjoyed this. Sleeping was all but useless, and Sephiroth felt he had absolutely no need of it. But, his eyes protested his resistance. Should he fight it any longer, he may pass out.
So, here he was. A hotel. A hotel.
A hotel? He thought idly. How the mighty have fallen.
He peered down at the bed. "What... do I do?..." He asked Angeal.
"Well..." He began, "just lie down, close your eyes, and... Sleep..."
Sephiroth glowered down at the feather pillow with distaste. How useless.
But he decided it was for the best. He was NOT going to miss again. He pulled back the covers and inserted himself gingerly in the bed. A sharp pain erupted on his thigh. He had forgotten to remove Masamune.
"Damn," he muttered. He tossed his blade to the floor, and Angeal staggered back.
"HEY! Watch where you throw that thing, you Klutz!"
But the words fell flat. Sephiroth was already gripped by this odd occurrence they call "sleep."
And he was in for his first- as well as his last- Nightmare.