Can't find a better life.
By Ro May Drako
Okays I'm found this in my old fic files. I was looking at my friends page, http://www.geocities.com/jenosavel/Seph_Shrinep1.html
And it hit me to wright this fic. I know what inspired me was her page so I give 99% of creation of this to Ve Chan a.k.a Jenosavel. :)
Disclamer. Me no own FF7 so on and so forth.
Sephiroth drops down to huddle in a corner. Anouther day of distruction anouther bout of sadness. All he needed, all he wanted was someone to go home to. For some one to say they care. For a father to teach him. A warm hug from his mother. Things taken for granted by the people at his mercy.
Angerly Sephiroth clenches his fists. Those damn fools never took notice for the little things there were lucky to have. A mother, a father. A warm bed at night, food in their stomach. Things that he wishes he had. Things he's never known.
His past made no sence to him. His father, Hojo, said one thing, people said anouther.
Sephiroth curls into a tighter ball at the thought of his father. The one who icolated him from human contact for the majority of his life. The one who abused him, and seen him nothing more than a science exsperonment.
"A.... are you crying? Here have a flower."
Startled Sephiroth takes the flower ruffly. He was not crying. HE WAS NOT! He'll never cry over anyone agian. Crushing the flower uncerismoniously, he tosses it unto the floor. Looking into the eyes of a young brown haired girl in a pink dress, he gets up.
Somthing in his heart told him they'll meet agian in the near future. Walking away he could here her words begin to fall unto his ears. She was so strong and bold for her age.
"Stranger," She calls out. "I know how you feel. The world seems to laugh in your face. Theres no peace for you. You may not realize it but even you have a soul. Smile once in a while. It will make you feel better I promice."
"No little girl." Sephiroth hisses turning around. "Theres no way for me to feel better. And don't think you know me! Death and dustruction is all I'll ever know. Life is just a lie and you lie to. I advise you not to forget that."
The girl shakes her head. "No I'm sorry sir you lie not me. You don't want anyone to see the true pain that lies behind the cool mask. In truth you want someone understad. "
Sephiroth ignores the girl and walks away. Marking his trail today was not blood but tears. Tears for the love he's never known. Tears for his mother. Whom ever that might be. The tears are for his presant and future victems. And most of all. The hope that one day someone will put a end to his quiestions. Unlikely in his mind that it might be.
He can't find a better life. Depression, sarrow, anxiouty is that all he'll know. And this cool mask he wares, it'll bring death along his path to keep his secret. For this the day he meets the little girl agian fate might not be with her.
By Ro May Drako
Okays I'm found this in my old fic files. I was looking at my friends page, http://www.geocities.com/jenosavel/Seph_Shrinep1.html
And it hit me to wright this fic. I know what inspired me was her page so I give 99% of creation of this to Ve Chan a.k.a Jenosavel. :)
Disclamer. Me no own FF7 so on and so forth.
Sephiroth drops down to huddle in a corner. Anouther day of distruction anouther bout of sadness. All he needed, all he wanted was someone to go home to. For some one to say they care. For a father to teach him. A warm hug from his mother. Things taken for granted by the people at his mercy.
Angerly Sephiroth clenches his fists. Those damn fools never took notice for the little things there were lucky to have. A mother, a father. A warm bed at night, food in their stomach. Things that he wishes he had. Things he's never known.
His past made no sence to him. His father, Hojo, said one thing, people said anouther.
Sephiroth curls into a tighter ball at the thought of his father. The one who icolated him from human contact for the majority of his life. The one who abused him, and seen him nothing more than a science exsperonment.
"A.... are you crying? Here have a flower."
Startled Sephiroth takes the flower ruffly. He was not crying. HE WAS NOT! He'll never cry over anyone agian. Crushing the flower uncerismoniously, he tosses it unto the floor. Looking into the eyes of a young brown haired girl in a pink dress, he gets up.
Somthing in his heart told him they'll meet agian in the near future. Walking away he could here her words begin to fall unto his ears. She was so strong and bold for her age.
"Stranger," She calls out. "I know how you feel. The world seems to laugh in your face. Theres no peace for you. You may not realize it but even you have a soul. Smile once in a while. It will make you feel better I promice."
"No little girl." Sephiroth hisses turning around. "Theres no way for me to feel better. And don't think you know me! Death and dustruction is all I'll ever know. Life is just a lie and you lie to. I advise you not to forget that."
The girl shakes her head. "No I'm sorry sir you lie not me. You don't want anyone to see the true pain that lies behind the cool mask. In truth you want someone understad. "
Sephiroth ignores the girl and walks away. Marking his trail today was not blood but tears. Tears for the love he's never known. Tears for his mother. Whom ever that might be. The tears are for his presant and future victems. And most of all. The hope that one day someone will put a end to his quiestions. Unlikely in his mind that it might be.
He can't find a better life. Depression, sarrow, anxiouty is that all he'll know. And this cool mask he wares, it'll bring death along his path to keep his secret. For this the day he meets the little girl agian fate might not be with her.