Dying Puppet
First fanfiction. This was done as an excuse to try out some descriptive/emotive writing without having to think up a plot or situation for it to happen in, let alone characters for it to happen to. Yeah, I'm just that lazy. Plus, its final fantasy. Who doesn't love it?
Disclaimer- obviously, I sure as heck don't own. Otherwise why would it be a fanfiction on a fanfiction site? Nuff said!
Please excuse it from being so short.
Beginning.
Soft black feathers wrap his form as it falls, disappearing until when he hits the ground none remain. He raises his blade, his mother still screaming in his mind to finish the fight. But he is no SOLDIER, only a remnant child of a horrible legacy. Wounded and dying he knows he cannot fight, but the monster in his mind screams and forces him up. Lunging forward, he attempts to lift the blade, tries to fight, and falls in to his adversary's arms.
"Brother?" he murmurs, looking for the comfort of another in his pained state. The older man glances towards him, and holds him still why he dies, because he knows that after everything, it's not really the child's fault. He is only a poor creature that should not exist. Nor can this blame be pushed onto the whole of the child, Sephiroth, a creation of greed used by a company that sought to rule. Not even that company, or even the men who began those experiments, torturing their subject until he finally snapped can truly be blamed. The blame lies centuries back with a calamity that fell from the sky.
"Kadaj?" A sweet voice seems to enclose the two, and ease the child's pain.
"Mother?" The child whispers "Is... Is that you?"
The man holding the child knows the voice, and knows that the child's spirit will be safe with her. She will never blame him for the atrocities he was made to do, and she will guard him. She will be a mother to the orphans of Jenova.
"Everyone's waiting..."
That sweet voice is heard again. It soothes both, one because he knows that the dying child will be saved, and not left to Jenova's punishment, and the other because he has finally found someone to call his mother.
"If you're ready...?"
The rain starts to fall, cool against the flesh. It mingles with the child's tears, washes the blood from both him and his brother, and cascades across the planet, forgiving and healing all it touches. Children and adults alike, plagued with geostigma, the curse of Jenova, are cured. The planet itself is healed a little more, but it will be a long time until the damage done by the calamity and the humans will be gone.
He can see an angel dressed in pink reaching her hand towards him. He raises his wounded arm to take her hand, and lets her lead him away from the pain and fear of his life. His brother stands and watches the lifestream that formed the child's body fly, fade and return to the planet. It is a spectacular but bitter-sweet show of the life that courses throughout not only the planet, but each and every living thing upon it. Closing his eyes, he tilts his head back and whispers a prayer to the girl watching over his younger brother
"Take care of him"
Finish