Hey, guys. Been doing revisions to 'Unwound'. Only the prologue and the first chapter are fixed though (I can't catch every mistake, but I'm trying really hard to get everything running smoothly). I'm hoping that inspiration strikes and I can finish the others quickly, until then editing is just a thorn in my side. This idea was just something that popped up in my head while I was working on some original stuff, and I figured I'd put it down in a Word document. I know it's a little different from the other two stories in the series, but as time progresses... things happen and feelings change. :/
Thank you for all of the views and such. Gives me the warm fuzzies, really it does. :3
"I'm not going to break. Attack me, Zack!" the blond yelled at his young student; when the boy still hesitated to listen to him, he planting a restrained kick to the his solar plexus.
Zack hit the ground hard, sprawling out and gasping as the air was knocked out of his lungs. His teacher waited patiently for him to regain his breath and recover from the shocking hit. The black haired teen wheezed loudly as he took in all the air he could.
Watering sky blue eyes turned up to meet calm ocean blue, eyes that glowed like nothing the teen had ever seen before. His teacher's pretty face was neutral as he watched the boy with a calculating eyes. Zack took in Cloud's appearance for the umpteenth time in the past few months. Since he had become a teenager, and even before, he had begun to notice just how good looking the blonde man was.
A pretty face, boyish looking but pretty all the same. Cloud had big eyes, as blue as the ocean, with an eerily beautiful glow to them. His nose was straight and slightly upturned, with freckles sprinkled across the bridge and over his cheeks. Pink lips that were plump and soft looking, kissable. The man looked the same as the first time Zack had ever seen him, all those years ago. He hadn't aged a day, his body had only gained new scars. Cloud wasn't a tall man, shorter than most, with a lean, toned frame. A body that moved with the fluidity of water, and the stealth an assassin. That body had been the focus of some of his most embarrassing, and awkward, teenage fantasies.
Zack felt an aroused flush accompany the one of exertion that had spread across his face. His body had begun to react to the sight of the blonde, standing before him, looking as powerful as ever. He would die of embarrassment if Cloud ever found out about his thoughts concerning the man.
"C-Can we take a break?… Please, Cloud. I just need a break for a little bit," the teen beseeched his teacher. Hoping that the blonde would take pity on him and grant his simple request.
The blonde man considered his words, and after a few moments gave him a curt nod before sheathing his sword and walking over to help his student to his feet.
From a distance, emerald eyes glared at the scene before him. Green eyed watched his guardian easily pulled his younger student to his feet. Zack was growing quickly, nearly as tall as Cloud and he was only thirteen. He watched with a growing feeling of discomfort in his gut, as Cloud brushed some dirt off of the black haired boy. Zack only blushed and thanked the blonde, clearly smitten with the man that become his teacher.
Sephiroth sneered at the thought of his guardian taking someone as small and weak as Zack. True, the boy was growing stronger every day, but he would always pale in comparison to the blonde idol that had taken him under his wing.
Sephiroth viewed his guardian as an angel, almost a god really. The man had come out of nowhere and risen against an entire army. He had taken down a mega corporation, a terrorist organization, and some kind alien threat; all before taking Sephiroth in and raising him.
The silver haired teen knew that he had had an unhealthy attachment to the man since the first day he had met him. Cloud had become his idol, his hero, his god. A beautiful Angel of Death that had come to save him from a life of torture at the hands of the man that had claimed to be his father; Hojo, if he recalled correctly. He had become obsessed with his guardian, in time it had become something so much stronger. This strong feeling was nagging at him now as he saw Zack heading back into his house, leaving Cloud standing at the edge of town looking amused.
Sephiroth would have felt like a bully in any other situation, Cloud had raised him to treat others fairly, unless they were rude first; But he had always told him to be nice to Zack, even when the boy annoyed the hell out of him. They were nine years apart and for the most part, Sephiroth just saw Zack as an immature little kid, only recently had he started seeing him as a rival. He knew he could beat the boy in a contest of physical strength, but when it came to Cloud… the man was extremely fond of the boy and would let him get away with murder, if he tried.
Sephiroth headed to the Fair house, knowing that Mr. and Mrs. Fair would be out at that time of day. Cloud didn't seem to give any inclination that he noticed his silver haired ward making his way toward his young student. Sephiroth was just fine with that.
The silver haired young man opened the door quietly and slid into the house, intending to have a few words with Zackary Fair. He should have been expecting it when he found the boy, it was only obvious that he would seek relief from his problem; and yet it still took him by surprise when he opened the boy's bedroom door, finding him sitting on the edge of his bed with his pants around his ankles and his boxers pulled down to expose his still developing prick. Sephiroth stared for a moment before looking up at Zack's flushed face.
Zack's hand was frozen around the middle of his erection, his face lit up out of embarrassment. "S-Sephiroth! What are you doing?" he hollered before he could stop himself. The boy scrambled to get himself covered up, and out of the range of those startling green eyes.
Sephiroth shushed him, "Do you want Cloud to come running in, and see you in this condition?" He could almost hear Zack swallow a lump in his throat at the thought. It was quite amusing really.
"N-no…" Zack whispered softly, his eyes downcast and his face pink under all that tan skin.
"Good, now listen," Sephiroth began sternly. His voice far colder than he realized, "Cloud is… mine, I will not let you interfere with that. He has been with me since I was a child, and I'm not going to let some… brat. Take him away from me." Sephiroth felt his blood boil at the thought of anyone but himself with the blonde. "I will not stand for such a thing, I'd rather kill him than see him with anyone else…"
Zack looked more alarmed than hurt at Sephiroth's words. The silver haired young man realized the severity of his words after they had left his mouth. They stayed in a dead silence for what felt like an eternity.
Zack finally spoke, his jaw tense, "That… that's sick, Sephiroth. I think you need help… because you've got a really fucked up way of showing that you love someone."
Before Zack could run his mouth anymore, Sephiroth cut in, "What would you do? If the only person that ever cared about you in the entirety of your life chose another, what would you do?… I could just kill you, or the other person… but that would only make him push me away. If I killed him, I wouldn't have the problem of others falling in love with the only person that has ever meant anything to me…"
Zack floundered for an answer, almost seeing logic behind Sephiroth's words. Cloud was a quiet man, but he was a kind one… one that would give another the shirt off of his back if he knew that they needed it. He was a likeable man, easy for one to love. "I kinda see where you'd get that…" Zack answered unsurely, "But, shouldn't you just be happy that he holds you so dear in the first place. It's not his fault that he's the way he is, people just see a… light in him. Remember, you told me he's a hero… people love heroes…"
Sephiroth lowered his head, letting his bangs shadow his eyes. He felt more conflicted than ever about his feelings. Before Zack could say anything else he turned and left, leaving the boy's bedroom door wide open.