Disclaimer; Sephiroth is not mine, he belongs to the evil Squaresoft lawyers- but the Sephiroth plushie is! This fanfiction is dedicated to Rueh! OC's are mine though! So if you wanna use em... (god knows why!) Ya gotta ask me first! On with the ficcie!
Love – Devotion
-Enigma, Return to Innocence
Feeling - Emotion
Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to your self
The return to innocence
Sephiroth swung the Masmune, his new play toy, testily. He made a few quick strikes into the air, swung and danced at his invisible opponent. All who watched him either gaped in awe or rolled their eyes as the word "Showoff" seemed to burn onto Sephiroth's forehead- But Sephiroth didn't care. They were just jealous. Sephiroth brushed off them with a wave of the hand, a trademark laugh and sneer.
Sephiroth wasn't going to kill with the sword… Why would he? He was nauseous at the sight of blood, and if he saw pools of it- ewwwww disgusting! No, he would not try to kill. He would use it for self defense. He loved the looks on people's faces when they saw him lift the feather light sword- It was either awe, or horror masked by a weak façade of ignorance. Either way, it was nice for people to fear you- It gave him a sense of power.
He had to be afraid of being weak. He had to be strong. Strong so that Hojo wouldn't test him. Strong so Hojo wouldn't harm him anymore. He was a big boy- Ten years old, and he was still tortured by nightmares- Not your typical boogieman, but worse. Nightmares of Hojo experimenting on him. He relived the pain in his subconscious, every second. Hearing his hissing voice in his ear was not a very nice thing.
He shuddered at the thought of Hojo having any children- It was impossible to think how ugly and hideous they would be…
Sephiroth stopped abruptly as he heard someone clapping. He turned around and paid full attention to President Shinra, blinking all the moment. He felt the urge to laugh as Shinra told him how great he was.
"Sephiroth, I want you to begin basic training today, since you have so much talent…"
"Blah, blah blah blah blah, BLAH!" Was filtered into Sephiroth's mind as he stared off into space. He was uninterested of Shinra's problems- one that he was the solution to.
"And that is all you will need for your basic training. Be ready by five o' clock."
Sephiroth glanced confusedly at the man. What in the world was Five o' clock?
"Ah!" The man laughed heartedly "Forgot you only know military time. Ahh, I think that would be…1700."
Sephiroth nodded and started to begin to get his stuff- and wandered into Heidegger's office inquiring what did one need for basic training. He made a long list from clothing to materia. Sephiroth nodded, thanked him, and ran out of the office as fast as possible.He detested Heidegger, but he had his perks.
Newly clothed and equipped, Sephiroth looked very nervous. He wore black sweatpants and a white gymshirt, and had the Masmune over his shoulder. He didn't wear his usual clothing- he didnt want to get his good cloths damaged. Sephiroths hair was in a ponytail, since it tended to get in the way.
When he entered the training area, he saw a tall, muscular man in a soldier uniform with a buster sword strapped against his back. When the man turned around, he saw his face. The man had a large scar that curved across his face, and went over his right eye. The unscarred eye was a mako enhanced green, with soft emerald swirls. He had a blue topaz materia looking earring on his left ear, and his red hair was in a ponytail. He smiled brightly at Sephiroth and motioned for him to come closer.
"Hello, Sephiroth! How are you today?" He said, with an even tone, acting like Sephiroth was a everyday student. Sephiroth decided he liked this man. "Are you ready for training?"
Sephiroth was struck dumbstruck. He nodded numbly. Thoughts raced in his mind- His tutor wasn't an evil hag or a warlock who would hit him? He was lucky this time, he reminded himself.
"First I want to place some ground rules with myself." He cleared his throat. "I dislike lack of enthusiasm- meaning that you have to try your best if you appreciate breaks and food."
Sephiroth groaned slightly at this- he made a mental note to try his hardest.
"I demand your greatest work, and I will not tolerate any name calling or physical attacks with other students unless it is officially a spar or duel."
Sephiroth gazed at him quizzically- Other students?
"Other students', sir? I never knew anyone was training now. I thought the basic training lessons where over a month ago!" Sephiroth exclaimed.
The man chuckled, and then slapped his head and sighed.
"I'm sorry for my rudeness- I didn't even tell you my name. My name is Keith O Mccollins. You will call me Keith." He smiled thoughtfully "I don't want to sound like the old man I am."
Sephiroth blinked confusedly- wasn't the man only twenty? And why would an adult ask him to call him by first name? 'This is confusing.' He concluded. He quickly decided to whether ask how old he was. He did.
"Mr. - Erm, Keith. Aren't you twenty something?" Sephiroth asked nervously. Some adults didn't like people asking their age.
Keith looked at him like he grew another head and laughed heartedly.
"My, I thought everyone knew my age. Sephiroth, I am turning forty-eight this year."
"How do you look so young?"
"I guess its genetics and mako. My old man still looked like he was in his thirties when he was in his early fifties."
"Oh. So… Will I look as young as you when I grow up?"
"Time will tell, Sephiroth. Ah! Look at the time. Follow me, we'll head toward the center."
As Keith and Sephiroth walked toward the training center, he saw teenagers sparring and sides cheering. He looked quizzically at another group as they gripped materia and tested their skills on dummies.
"Come along now, Sephiroth. Don't look at the girls- turn around, boy!" Keith laughed out loud when he saw Sephiroth's blushing face glare at him.
Keith's face became serious as he opened the door to a huge stadium. Sephiroth was awed at the monstrous size. His eyes widened as he saw lines and lines of teenagers saluting.
A sword glittered in the heavy lights as it charged toward Sephiroth at a tremendous speed. His eyes widened in fear as it came crashing towards him.
Ahhh! A cliffhanger... I think? Please review and tell me what you think ^^