This is my first story in a long time, so I'm not a rookie; rusty, but no rookie. I am posting the story whether you like it or not. I will love creative criticism only. Enjoy!
Chapter One: Awakening
A stream of life dazzled any on-looker, mesmerizing them. The last hope for the planet is developing, looks to seduce and a personality to melt into. The womb of the planet is about to give birth to this male beauty—an angelic, male beauty—with a hidden agenda. This agenda is written deep within the boy's blood, waiting to be awakened like a hunting beast. Within the fibers, though, lurks a more menacing being. A wild one—based on instinct and intellect.
Locks of sun-blond hair, sky-blue eyes, pink rose lips, and reflective skin—all the physical characteristics, in which hypnotized the most stone-hearted animal to bow before the godling-child. Not only was the male beauty attractive. His personality would give his 'mate' something that he had been denied—a longing that he would not pass by so easily. A presence of being that came in a gentle wave that softened and soothed ridged war muscles—and aggressive minds.
Sometimes the enemy knows its enemy better than its allies.
Ah! Awakening!
A groan escaped the small neck, eyes moving across closed lids, and body jerking in small spasms. It was time.
Crack! Crack!
The earth split open, exposing the planets mako essence. Gently the boy was lifted and pushed upward to the ground, touching grass for the first time, breathing for the first time.
The mako essence retreated to the planet be leaving the boy encased in a thin layer of mako essence. The planet quietly eased itself up without waking the boy or disturbing anything else. The mako essence kept the sleeping boy-man warm like embryonic fluid. He was left here for a reason.
A small noise came from another part of the forest. Footsteps. Two pairs. The noises were engaged in small conversation to be rid of them of the Midgar bustle behind.
"…c'mon Seph, do you honestly think ShinRa that dunce?" asked a cherry tenor voice.
"Zack, I know so. He has played and acted far more stupid than this incident." The baritone boasted.
"Well I ca—hey! What's that?" He looked at the boy-man a few yards away, "What happened here? Hey kid!" He paced to the boy-man's body, still asleep despite the loud shout. When the man's pace came closer; the boy-man stirred from the fetal curl but did not wake.
The man bent down, ignoring the boy's nudity, and lightly shook the boy-man on the shoulder, "Hey kid, you alright?" the boy-man groaned at the interruption and reluctantly woke-up. Bright blue eyes looked up at him and stretched and groaned to go back to sleep. The fluid made squishing sounds at the movement.
Again: "Kid, you alright?"
The boy-man knowing the stranger was not going to leave him alone, sat up straight and looked at him sheepishly. The mako essence slid off, plopping to the ground like slop. The man with black spikes eyed the "goo" substance curiously.
"Hey Seph, what is this stuff?"
The silver haired man, curious, came closer to inspect the "goo". The boy-man's eyes went wide at the man's height and muscular strength. The man knelt down to the boy's level, also ignoring the boy's obvious nudity. The silver haired man swiped up a small sample of the "goo" from the boy's body, he smelled it, eyed it, and tasted it. He spitted it out. For a moment, he analyzed the discovery carefully.
"Its mako essence in a liquid state, but that's not possible, the only place where this exists is at the planet's core or synthesized in a lab, but never in this concentration. By my guess, the boy shouldn't be alive from this much concentration of mako essence." An analysis statement; it was of fact.
"I guess this boy owes us an explanation, but we can wait. So kid, what's your name?"
The boy blinked at him and cocked his head.
"He can't remember Zack. Since he has been exposed to mako essence, it's far more potent than mako poisoning from regular mako." Another analysis statement by the silver-haired man; he was full of analysis statements.
"Oh. Well, let's take him in until he can remember!" Zack's face beamed.
"Zack..." A simple protest from Sephiroth; not the usual analysis statement he often said.
"Oh, c'mon, SOLDIER could us another one. Besides if he does remember, he'll put in a good word to his parents, and this will soften your image! You tend to be anti-social…"
"I have a bad feeling Zack." It was half fact with half emotion.
The boy poked lightly at Sephiroth's chest, "Sephiroth…" Then, the boy poked Zack, "Zack…" It was calm and well spoken.
"Cool, he figured out our names! That was quick!"
"Sephiroth and Zack." The boy paused; Sephiroth's face had a look of analysis, "Sephiroth?" The boy asked him in a question in the guise of his name.
Sephiroth concluded that he meant: What's wrong?
The way the boy looked at him filled his being with something; it fluttered in his stomach and quickened his heart. It wasn't unpleasant, but something lingered, he felt elated but protective. He shrugged it off. It is an unnecessary feeling for someone of his stature.
"There's a river nearby, I'll take him there to have him cleaned. Zack, you'll get camp going." Sephiroth gave him an order, but a polite order.
Zack smiled, "Sure!"
For the next several minutes, Sephiroth had a time to get the boy to stand; it was as if his legs were never used before. With the help of Sephiroth's hand instructions, along with quiet obedience from the boy that he could walk. However, the boy kept falling and he wined some of the time, but he learned quickly of how to balance himself and walk. Though it was small steps, he walked. The boy was still fearful to fall like his earlier attempts, so he had a hand on Sephiroth's shoulder to help hold him up. Sephiroth ignored the boy's nudity again.
As they neared the river the boy gained confidence of his walk and he let go of Sephiroth's shoulder and walked full stride.
At the waters edge, he looked at it in wonder. He even examined the rocks and pebbles.
As the boy looked around, Sephiroth removed his clothing and set them aside. He tapped the boy on the shoulder to get his attention. When he looked at him, he looked confused, like something bothered him. Sephiroth ignored the momentary confusion for instruction.
"Let's get you cleaned." Another polite order, he is full of polite orders also.
He gently guided him to the water. The boy was intrigued by it. The water was warm and comforted the boy.
They were waist height when Sephiroth showed him how to rinse the mako essence from the boy's body. Sephiroth had that same strange sensation in his stomach and heart again. He had never met someone as…innocent as the boy. He was like a semi-godling—human of flesh but divine in presence. A glow seemed to emit from his body. His golden hair glowed, his cerulean blue eyes glowed, his skin glowed, and his presence glowed. He began to wonder if someone as brutal as he was, deserved to be allowed to touch such a divine being. He, again, erased what he felt, it wasn't for him.
The boy sensed something profound coming from the silver man, his eyes and body language betrayed him. It was like an emotional battle inside the man. Concerned, the boy gently cupped the man's face and looked at him with an innocent stare.
Sephiroth touched the small, dainty hands; they were so warm and soothing.
"Innocent." A single word for so many adorations, but none applied for him.
The boy saw the man's emerald eyes twitched and twiddled, like he didn't know what to do or he was in pain. The boy stepped closer and summoning his core, he released a healing power into the man. The bluish-green light sent pleasurable waves into Sephiroth. He tilted his head back and moaned, eyes fluttering. His body electrified at the energy. His sore muscles relaxed and wavered to hold his weight. His mind cleared of all troubling thoughts as it absorbed the pleasure. Oh such pleasure! Sephiroth didn't want it to end! A singing, tenor voice came into his head; it was that of a young boy. He didn't understand the words but knew the meaning; deep within him, he knew the meaning.
O comment je vous viens
Sur les mers et les vallées.
Par les déserts et les forêts.
Chantez des chansons qui se sont enfuies.
Réveillez-vous!
O comment je vous viens
C'est le meilleur le non oubliant.
Jamais l'effroi pour l'effroi ne tue l'esprit
Le fait pour bloquer tout ce qui attend.
Réveillez-vous!
O comment vous me venez
Patient dans le fait d'attendre
Dans le Terrain d'Obscurité
Et je, de l'Utérus de Gaia.
Réveillez-vous!
Nous Volerons!
The wave ended but elated happiness remained. He took a moment to catch his breath. He then realized he was floating in the water, but strong hands kept him from going further out. He opened his eyes and the boy stared back at him.
Then—oh crap!
Slight shock shook him to find his member highly erect and the boy between his spread legs! What got to him was that the boy didn't realize how sexual the position was! How vulnerable and open he was! His heart pounded at the realization, and at every 'thump' of his heart, his member twitched! Pre-cum leaked out of the slit. The boy hadn't realized all of the sexual intimacy of all of it! He just looked at him to see if he was alright! He felt embarrassed to be this exposed to an innocent.
He quickly brought himself into deeper water so the boy didn't see his erection.
"Unnecessary affection from the body!" He screamed internally at himself. "None of it is spared for me!"
A pained look came across the boy's face. Did he do something wrong?
Sephiroth saw his expression of hurt on the boy's face. He felt guilty about being so prudent.
Guilty? He felt guilty?
"It's alright it wasn't you. Don't worry." He tried to sound convincing and soft to him. Then, he remembered the boy didn't know words.
The boy understood though; he nodded. A relaxed and calm expression on his face convinced Sephiroth beyond doubt.
Sephiroth got the indication that the boy knew facial, body, and vocal impressions. Not an exact art but close enough. He sounded sincere and soft with a calm face; the boy knew he wasn't angry at him.
The boy turned around to the forest and said, "Zack?"
Meaning: Are we going to return to our friend?
Sephiroth's erection was already limp, so he got out of the water. The boy gave a puzzled look at Sephiroth's cloths when he began dressing. Thinking about the boy's nudity, he helped him put on his leather jacket. It poorly sagged on his small frame, coming around his ankles and the tips of his fingers. He then, buckled the straps around the boy's groin. Sephiroth became hard at the sight, a perfectly formed groin, the right size for the boy's body—pink-headed and curly, blond pubic hair. It was perfectly fashioned and curved. He fought the urge to feel and taste the delightful morsel.
"Where are all these feelings coming from?!" He thought, but ignored his body's demands for his flesh; they were unnecessary for him.
The boy patted gently beside him, the movements like he was dancing lightly more than walking. The boy, having renewed vigor and energy, happily bounced around. A smile beamed from his face
"That glow!"
"Zack!" the boy shrilled brilliantly tenor, almost in song. "Sephiroth and I return!"
The leather jacket flapped against the boy's strides. He plopped beside Zack by the fire.
Zack gave Sephiroth a stare, "What did you do to make him so happy?" He sarcastically asked.
"I don't now. I guess he decided to be 'bubbly'."
"That's a change of attitude. I guess he trusts us."
"I trust Sephiroth and Zack." The boy said in a happy tone.
"He is remembering some words!" Exclaimed Zack, his smile covered half his face.
"Or it could just be from you and me talking."
Zack only shrugged, "The soup is almost done, and I've made come coffee."
Sephiroth sat down and poured himself come coffee. The boy, curious, inspected the dark, warm liquid.
"Coffee." Sephiroth explained to the curious boy beside him.
"Coffee?" The boy sniffed the brew, and Sephiroth allowed the boy to taste it.
The boy cautiously tasted it, trying not to burn his tongue. His face knotted up. The taste was revolting! It was so bitter! He nearly gagged trying to spit it out. He then, threw the cup into the forest, the liquid spilt out.
"Coffee bad!" The boy shouted, licking his tongue across the jackets sleeve to be rid of the bitter taste.
Zack and Sephiroth laughed hard, the scene was too absurd! Sephiroth would harm someone who acted the same scenario, but he didn't care, it was too funny to pass up laughing. The boy poked his lips out and gave a small angry expression. He couldn't hold the look long, he wasn't that upset at them.
After a few awkward moments the soup was ready. He tried the soup, very cautiously. The soup wasn't that bad it actually had some good flavor. He was very hungry by then, and therefore, he had three big servings.
As the sun was setting, the boy watched it contently to observe all of the colors. Sephiroth watched the boy in wonder at his patience. The last of the sun's rays faded to night and the boy walked slowly to the camp fire for the warmth.
Sephiroth continued to stare at wonder at the boy. The fiery orange glow gave the boy a phoenix look, like he himself was on fire. A sad and content face overcame the boy. Sephiroth wanted to hold the boy in his arms, or vise versa, to feel warm and protected.
"What?"
The boy yawned and curled up on the ground, ready for sleep. He wasn't afraid of the wildernesses dangers. Sephiroth wasn't going to leave the boy here by himself. Zack was already going into the tent for bed.
"I'm going to stay up awhile longer." Sephiroth told Zack.
Zack only shrugged and closed the tent. After a few minutes, he could hear Zack's snores. Sephiroth knew that he wouldn't wake up for anything, even a storm. He quietly took a blanket out and used it as a matt beside the boy.
He wrapped an arm around the boy's small frame. The boy stirred, and turned around to face him. He cocked his head, but allowed Sephiroth to hold him. His head against Sephiroth's chest as he listened to his hear beat, and fell asleep again. A light whizzing from his breath warmed the flesh. Sephiroth felt the nipple becoming hard and sensitive.
Again, he ignored his body's temperaments. Remembering, "None for me. Not of flesh and mind. None for me."
Sephiroth inhaled the boy's scent; pine—fresh pine with the hint of lavender and earth. Something radiated warmth in his belly. He felt a peace and calm washing his being. Before sleep captured him, his last thought was, "The boy will always be with me."
--End of First Chapter
I made up the poem that was in Sephiroth's Dream-State was in French, the language of love. Remember this is not a through translation, their might be mistakes. The translation is as fallows:
O how I come to you
On seas and valleys.
By deserts and forests.
Sing songs which ran away.
Wake up!
O how I come to you
It is the best not forgetting.
Never the fright for fright kills mind
Fact to block all that waits.
Wake up!
O how you come to me
Patient in the wait
In the Land of Darkness
And I, from the Womb of Gaia.
Wake up!
We Shall Fly!