A New World

Rating: T (to be revised at a later time)

Summary: Sephiroth survived his encounter with Zack and Cloud in the reactor, but had been captured along with them. Unable to help or escape, he is left to fate, but time cannot conceal the past forever.

Disclaimer: Square Enix owns the recognisable characters and places (others that appear will be mine)

Warnings: there are hints of male/male relationships, whether these will develop fully, only time will tell, but you have been warned.

A.N: it seems like its been a while since I posted anything, my muse abandoned me for a time and I haven't been able to write anything that was a good enough standard to post, so I'm just testing the waters here with something new that is a WIP. It can be left as a one shot if no one likes it.

Constructive criticism and feedback is always appreciated

(Note: any and all flames will be used for the summer BBQs)

It felt like a fog had finally lifted from his mind as he was brought back to consciousness by a distant sounding explosion…a soft groan escaped his lips as his mako green eyes slid open, slowly looking around, but from his current position he was unable to see much more than the metal of the walkway he was laying on.

Wincing as he moved, he pulled up his hand from where it had been pressed against his stomach, he frowned as he looked at the blood caked appendage…he had been wounded, there was still pain in his stomach, but there wasn't any fresh blood…that was a start.

As he sat back against a pipe that was directly behind him, he looked around better, trying to see where he was. It seemed that he as high above the inside of a reactor. Closing his eyes, he tried to look into his fragmented memory, but everything recent was just beyond his reach.

Nibelheim. The last concrete thought he could recall was being sent to Nibelheim to check on the reactor there. He was with Zack and the blonde cadet…Cloud. He needed to find them. Where would they be? Were they alright?

He paused his movements as he heard a voice down below, it was unmistakably Hojo's, echoing through the cavernous room, making it sound even more grating than usual; he dared not reveal himself to Hojo in his weakened state, he knew the madman would have a field day with him. His heavy eyes slid closed a few minutes later, he was safe up there, he knew no one would be able to reach him…he just needed a small rest.

Just a short prologue which I think works better alone.