I wrote this a while ago. Life is hectic, high school is wrapping up, and I just home from a one month trip to the Homeland (ie, Bangladesh). Heh, I had this, so I thought I'd share. Enjoy.
-FadedJustice
The blonde was breathing harshly, beginning to fall into a stupor,
his frail body shaking uncontrollably. Cloud Strife had been
suspended in a perpetual state of agonizing panic and torment, as
blood tricked down from the open wound in his chest, a materialistic
tear of little consequence near his already broken and crushed heart.
"Strife." Sephiroth lifted Cloud's face to meet his gaze. He raised a
thin silver brow in amusement at the desperate, heartbroken, and
absolutely wretched glare Cloud delivered him in his state of agony.
Vivid jade irises clashed against the now vehement cerulean ones, of
course, Sephiroth could have sworn that they the cerulean orbs exuded
just the slightest hue of cobalt.
Sephiroth traced his thumb across the blonde's cheek, noticing Cloud
flinch, shudder, and then attempt to shake out of his grasp. His grip
tightened; amused at the fact that such a small touch could catalyze a
strong myriad of emotions within the quivering blonde. But of course,
he had always known that, hadn't he? He had noticed the tinge of
betrayal splashed across the blonde's eyes as he screamed his fallen
comrade's names, cradling her during her last few breaths.
He had even noticed how Strife would tense, lower his gaze to the
floor, and meekly shift to the back, dark, recesses of the room in
whenever Sephiroth's presence during the old Shinra days, trying to go
unnoticed. Completely oblivious to the fact that he had always been
held underneath the General's acute gaze.
He scoffed, as soft tendrils of silver hair slid down over his face.
Cloud had begun to shudder again, his shoulders tensed, and once again
looked up to meet Sephiroth's gaze.
The general was slightly taken aback, with jade eyes slightly
widening with shock, to witness the slight hint of trembling in the
blonde's eyes, and just the slightest hint of tears being suspended.
"Sephiroth…you bastard." Cloud sputtered. Shaking uncontrollably, the
tears now freely trailing down the blonde's bloodstained and dirtied
cheeks.
"How could you, you bastard, you heartless bastard?" Cloud had been
sobbing now. Sephiroth watched lazily as tear slowly ran down the
blood-smeared skin, and trickled along the delicate creases of his
glove, surprised at his somber reaction to his puppet's expression of
grief.
"Why, Cadet, bold aren't we?"
However, it was inconsequential, Strife was inconsequential, he was
expendable, a worthless puppet to do his bidding.
But if that was so, then why did Sephiroth feel a slight pang of
guilt, remorse, or something akin to it pull at his heart.
The general scolded himself, the heart was only a beating bloody
organ, and its only purpose was of a surely bodily function, to pump
blood, not to direct the matters and deeds of the conscience or
romance, or anything as trivial as love.
"How could you do this? Why? God, Sephiroth why?" He shut his eyes
and felt the beginnings of a headache brooding in his mind as the
resonance of the blonde's voice grated against his sanity.
The general kneeled beside the fallen cadet. It had been so long
since Sephiroth had been this close with Cloud, so long ago, and it
seems that when both of them would be together in such close
unbridling proximity, it would end rather disastrously.
Ironic wasn't it? He thought bitterly, that whenever he would try to
rekindle whatever small friendship they had once shared, he would only
drive them further apart.
He opened his eyes to find the blonde looking down, and grasped the
blonde's face between his hands, smearing more blood against his pale
cheeks.
"Strife." He said, voice growing softer as he pulled the blonde's
face closer to him. The dismal realization that things between them
would end more awkwardly than how they had originally started had
begun to creep in. One of them would not survive, and although his
pride would have never allowed him to admit it, there was a slight
inkling that it was he that would fall.
That thought hadn't been as unsettling as he would have hoped for.
Although the more weighty tremors had ceased, the blonde was still
shaking. Always shaking, actually, when in this close proximity to
him. They had been friends once, hadn't they? Even comrades?
Granted the blonde had never been truly at ease and unperturbed
around the General, and Sephiroth himself never relaxed around him,
but there had been a certain…similar forlorn sense of despondency that
they had shared.
They were bound to each other by a ravaging desolation that only
they, themselves could fully comprehend and understand.
And for that peace of mind, Sephiroth had been silently; eternally
grateful for the unselfish, raw vestige of human emotion he had been
allowed to experience.
Hope you enjoyed! Review. I'd love it if you did. :) Oh, and have a great Valentine's Day everywhere. I just need to figure out what to cook my boyfriend without burning down my house.
