Wake up sunshine
AU FFVIII crossover FFVII
Note: Something started as a pass time...don't even know how many chapters there will be but I will do my best!
Summary: Sometime...being dead do not mean one's life was over. Especially for old mercenary who got thrown right back into a time in a life that was long pass- Seifer Strife Almasy may have been a Soldier 1st Class but 'babysitting' bumbling Garden Cadets made him want to strangle someone-
Declaimer: Do not own Final Fantasy series, merely written for fun.
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Green eyes stared at him from the mirror. The man- no, the boy who was looking back at him had a healthy bronze skin, sharp slanted eyes that seem too old set in his youthful face. His face seem almost otherworldly without the assortment of scars that had decorate the left side of his face after one of Hojo's idiotic assistant pour acidic mako over it years ago. But the difference that truly unsettle him had been the lack of mako glow in his eyes.
When was the last time he saw his own reflection without the eerie mako glow looking back at him? And how often had he taken aback when he came across some ordinary civilian and felt weird when their eyes don't glow?
Strife, Strife, you old war dog…He had been with Soldiers for far too long. He whispered soundlessly and move away from the floor length mirror toward his closet. Taking a good look at his wardrobe the man that was in the boy's body sighed. Not really his first choice of clothing anymore… the last time he wore something like this was before he hit twenty.
And that had been well over thirty some years ago. The blond run his hand over his crew cut. How he miss his hair, he remembered the three years old Sephiroth had been in tears the last time he had cut it back into the crew cut he used to sport in his younger years, that was the last time he had cut his hair. Straighten out the collar of his shirt and zip up his leather pants and slip into the heavy black coat. The old Soldier smirk at the reflection that was grinning darkly back at him.
How did he end up back here? His memories seem to be blank after he got ambushed by the Turks and Hojo sticking him inside the Mako Tank…
But he seem to recall hearing Sephiroth's voice. The boy sound older yet he could still tell it was Sephiroth. The brat he had guard and mentored, and he was so close he felt as if they were one person. Speaking through the same mouth, walk with the same body and perform the deadly dance with the sword he had taught the boy how to do when he's barely three years old…
And he had see Cloud. His baby son grown to a young man with sullen eyes who move as if the whole world had landed on his shoulder. The boy he tease, manipulate, and fought just like he had done with Sephiroth…
He vaguely remembered being thrown into the world of green choking in the intense sense mako then he woke up here. All cold sweats and wide eyes staring into the room he had all but chuck it out of his mind since it was too long ago, where he didn't need to
remember because it was a world he wasn't able to go back to after the Sorceress' curse-
But he was here again. Still eighteen when he had dream his life until he was in his fifties…
"Seifer, are you ready for your exam? Trepe's already calling names." A large burly man called out from the end of the hall. The blond gave a last look to the mirror before he answer.
"Ya, I'm ready." And left for the meeting point.
In the hallway, the mirror image smile like Death before it disappeared if a swirl of green lights.
No, the life he had was not a dream… never a dream…
Gaea was not a dream…
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