Never Again
Chapter 1: Awakening
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or anything having to do with Final Fantasy VII. They belong to Square. Not to me, not to the readers…not even to my lizard. They belong to the wonderful company known as Square….please don't sue me! I is living in the land of the no monies!
Author's note: Hey everyone! This is my first attempt at a Final Fantasy VII fanfic. I've only posted this one chapter up so far. I have other chapters already written up and ready to be posted just in case this first chapter gains interest. Please read and review! I want to know what you think! Thanks everyone! Happy reading!
Even before she opened her eyes, she knew that something was wrong. She could hear the birds' singing just outside the window that she was sure was there. Her eyes could make out the red and orange glow of sunlight from behind her eyelids. Sheets felt crisp and clean on her smooth skin. She could taste her own morning breath in her mouth. And above all else: she could feel another presence in her bed with her.
Indeed. There was something terribly wrong.
The last thing that the poor Cetra could remember was oblivion. A piercing pain shooting throughout her entire body. The last thing she saw was Cloud with a shocked and horrified look upon his face.
After that…she had been drifting into the Lifestream. Becoming one with the planet that she loved so much. Reflecting upon her life. Her few friends that she had made. How they helped her to see the world. To be able to see the sky before she departed the world of the living. Remembering Zack…how sad and yet how happy was she when she found out that Zack was no longer in the Lifestream but that he had been reincarnated as a wolf.
Of course, she reflected upon her murderer. The Great Shinra Hero, Sephiroth. Since she was in the Lifestream, the young Cetra grained all kinds of knowledge about her murderer. Knowledge that even Sephiroth himself didn't even know about.
She had learned of his birth. How Hojo used a beautiful scientist to give birth to Sephiroth. How Hojo had injected Sephiroth with Jenova cells and had kept his true past and heritage a secret from Sephiroth.
She also felt it. She knew when Sephiroth had fell and had become a part of the Lifestream with her. She felt so sorry for him. So much emotion flowed forth from her for she knew that Sephiroth died still believing that he was a monster. Still believing that his mother was a monster. Everything about Sephiroth's predicament just felt so wrong.
And then…almost as fast as the blink of an eye, she found herself waking up in a bed with some unknown person. Of course, the person wouldn't be so unknown if she had opened her eyes. But she was far too scared to do so yet.
She lied there, listening to the living world around her. All that she could hear was the birds outside the bedroom window and the person, which she decided was probably a man from the low sounds from his breathing, lightly snoring next to her. Her lips formed into a smile. Whoever this man was, he sounded super cute when he snored.
Finally finding the courage to open her eyes, she did so. The first thing that she wanted to do was scream. But the only noise that came from her was a gasp. For lying there, right next to her on the bed was none other than her silver haired, one winged, rather attractive when he sleeps murderer.
She lied there, perfectly still in the bed. She honestly couldn't believe her eyes. After a few minutes, however, her shocked expression turned to one of adoration. She had no idea that the great warrior Sephiroth looked so cute when he slept.
Sephiroth was laying on his side facing the Cetra with his eyes closed peacefully in slumber. His mouth was slightly open. One arm was under his head while the other free arm was out in front of him…almost as if he were trying to reach for something. His long hair mainly cascaded behind him on his side of the bed but some of his hair fell into his face and fell over his bare chest. He still had his one black, yet angelic wing, which was half folded on his back and was half way protecting the lower half of his body. He was wearing black pajama pants but no socks. She could tell that he was wearing no socks due to his feet slightly touching her also bare feet.
And it was with a look of pure cuteness that Sephiroth woke up to see in the face of the Cetra that he, himself, had slaughtered once upon a time.