Note, that this fanfic, is taken place in an alternative universe, and some of the characters are out of character. These are all made to make it fit with the story. I do NOT own Final Fantasy VII (I would die happy if I did), and is property of Square. Oh yes, this has shonen-ai, if this makes you queasy, I suggest you not read it. ^_^. Another thing, I used the Kingdom Heart's Cloud's appearance, because it looked a little more demonic. So please don't confuse this with Final Fantasy 7's Cloud.
White Demon's Treasure - Chapter 1
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When one has a promise
One must keep that promise
Until their last
Dying breathe.
I never meant to make a promise with the devil/Satan/Lord of the Underworld, I only made a shaky deal with a drunk old man when I was a child. I was depressed, and abused. I had gone down to the bar (far before I was even legal), and sat down. An old drunk man, with shaggy thin white hair and glasses, asked me what was wrong, guessing from my face. I told him. That my entire life was a mess, and just because my childhood and family was terrible, I would never reach my dreams. The man, pondering this, offered a deal. He would free me of my childhood and family, but I would have to reach my dreams, by myself. In return, in ten years, I would give up something priceless. I thought it over. It was pretty good. I could probably reach my dream, the dream of being the best in SOLDIER, by myself. I was aware of my abilities, and I would now be able to use them. Something priceless? I hold nothing dear to me. What could he possibly steal from me? My underwear? So I agreed. I was such an idiot.
The next day, I woke up to find my entire family killed. Their hearts were ripped out, but their faces were peaceful; it happened too quickly for them to feel pain. I didn't cry. I told myself to, but I didn't. Why should I? The police asked for any ideas of who could've done it. I knew it was the drunk old man from the bar. I said I had no idea. I stared at their cold faces, which smiled at me. They never smiled at me before. I wanted to slap them. But I didn't. I just stared. I didn't cry. I didn't smile. The police asked if I needed a guardian, or if I thought I could support myself. I told them I could support myself. I've been doing it for my entire life. Who was I supposed to depend on? My parents? Don't make me laugh.
In only one year, I had gone from the bottom, to the very highest ranking in SOLDIER. Everyone worshipped me with a disturbing admiration. I wasn't sure at first whether it was my rank that made them stare, or my silver hair and green eyes. Then, I found it, it was both. I felt uncomfortable, but I ignored it. Or, more precisely, tried. They would stare at me, the entire way as I walked down the halls, when I trained in public (which was seldom thankfully), when I was having a meeting, etc. Especially this one boy. He was hidden most of the time, and if I was someone else, I probably would've never seen him. He had the most piercing blue eyes I've ever seen. Most of the time, he was hidden well in the shadows, so the only thing I could see was his eyes, but sometimes I could see glimpses of his blonde hair, which looked…just spiky. But maybe it was just the shadows. But at one point, he suddenly disappeared. I had a note to ask someone about that, but I never knew his name. I should have. Didn't matter, I found out later on anyway.
During this time, completing missions and sharpening my techniques even more, was all I ever thought about. That deal I made with the old man, seemed very vague, and I had forgotten the exact requirements and rules to it. I had spent nine years in SOLDIER, and by that time, I had almost completely forgotten about the deal. But it had finally caught up with me. Those ten years, were now gone. And something priceless was now to be taken from me. Something, I had never considered.
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The day went along, deceivingly ordinary. I had that day off, unfortunately. Zack, my only friend, visited me often, though I told him many times that I wanted to sleep this day. After the seventh time, he understood, and decided to leave, hopefully, until the end of the day. I finally collapsed in my chair, exhausted. I had been running missions nonstop lately, and I wished for nothing but sleep. But as fate would see fit, I would never have it. My head rested on my arms on a table, and my eyes were closed. It was quiet for a while. Stupid silence. I felt something in the air shift. It had no sound no, but my senses were highly keen. "I guess that guy can't take a hint. I had to wait quite some while." a voice said behind me, slightly amused. I opened my eyes. I never heard this voice before, and I know that all my stalkers weren't half as quiet as whoever was behind me. I started to turn around, but the person placed their hand on my shoulder. "No need." the voice said, still behind me. "I've only come to finish the promise you made with a boss of mine." the voice murmured. I blinked, confused. I make no promises, and if I do, I had already done them. But something in my mind starting to stir a little, but not completely…yet. I turned around, shrugging off the hand. I had meant to ask who they were, and what they wanted, but I never got the chance.
He had bright blonde hair, that stuck out in odd little spiky tufts. His eyes, were a bright blue, that glowed…like a cat's. They were familiar, I wondered why. He had a dusty red cape, ripped at the end, and the top of the cape covered most of the boy's face. A single shoulder plate was placed on his left shoulder, and his left hand had some sort of…claw. A gold one at that. His other arm was a little less…decorative as the other, He had a brown glove, and a long black wristband. Hidden beneath all that, was a dark blue shirt and a pair of matching pants. There was a brown leather strap diagonally across his shoulders, that connected to a belt at his wait. Beneath that belt, was a sort of…hip armor? Then, there was a large variety of belt placed all over his pants, tying his pants in the oddest places. Thankfully, his leather boots only had one belt per shoe. I can't imagine what I would've done if he had more belts.
But his strange clothing wasn't what stopped me. Nor was it his Buster Sword, that looked faintly like the Buster Swords made in SOLDIER. It was a small black wing, tucked underneath the red cape. There was only one of them, wasn't there supposed to be two? He had only one wing. So who had the other? Heck, why did he have a wing in the first place?! I stayed silent for a while.
"What…exactly are you?" I said after I finally collected my wits. He looked surprised…a little. "Isn't it obvious? I'm a demon." he said, bluntly.
"From what?"
"…Hell, the underworld, you know?" the boy said, bluntly, yet again.
I almost laughed. At least physically. Since I was already mentally laughing. A demon? This boy? The wing and his clothes gave off that impression well enough, but a demon with blonde hair and blue eyes? I never knew that supernatural beings played opposite day. He frowned at me. He coughed. "Like I was saying…" he said. "I'm here to finish a game you started with my boss." I stared at him, again. "The Devil?" I asked. He sighed, and put his head into his hands. "Yes, I'm a demon, and demons work for the devil. Do people remember anything these days…" the boy said, miserably. Then, a very old memory, stirred. A memory of when I was younger. Low lights, the smell of alcohol. "…would your boss…look like an old man with graying hair and glasses?" I said, cautiously. The boy stopped grinding his skull with his hands. He smiled, but it wasn't genuine. "So you remembered. Though he doesn't look like that all the time, that's good, probably the easier we'll be on you." the boy said, amused. I, was not. "What do you want?" I asked. "Something, very precious to you. I'm collecting it now." he said. "Dammit, just tell me what you are going to do!" I said, my voice raised. This was really getting me on my bad side. He gazed at me, sadly. "I'm going to take your soul." I think my head hit the table.
So, it worked out in the end. I saved myself. Sort of. Not really. I more of lucked out.
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Replay
"Isn't there anything I can do to stop you?!" I said, begging him. It's not everyday that I would ask anything of anyone, but it's not everyday someone says they're going to take your soul. I had tried other ways. I had thought of killing him, but Masamune was outside in the weapons gallery, and I had only gone as far as unlocking the door, before the boy noticed. I had no other ideas. The boy grinned. "Estuans interius ira vehemen ti, Sephiroth. The Great Sephiroth, desperately asking for some way out. If only I experienced this when I was still living." the boy said, grinning wider. My mind went to a stop. He knew me? Or something to that extent. He apparently considered helping me a bit, for he reached for a strange thick black scroll, hidden in the folds of his cape. He briefly skimmed it, before finding something, of importance. He read it quickly, before rolling it up again. "I'm going to test your luck. If you luck is good, you might have a second chance. If not, your soul is mine." he said. He took out a small black velvet sack. He spilled out it's contents. A bunch of colored glass marbles spilled onto the table. "Close your eyes, and pick four." he said, gesturing to the marbles. I stared, incredulously at them. Picking marbles is what my life hung on? Oh man. I took a deep breathe, and closed my eyes. Whatever my hands touched, would decide my fate. I moved my hand randomly, and moved down, slowly. I felt the cold glass, and I closed my hand around it. I placed it in my other hand. Three more. I exhaled shakily. I switched the marble to my other hand, and decided to pick the next marble with my other hand. Eventually, after what felt like four days (a day per marble), I selected four marbles. I didn't want to look at them. I handed them over to the boy. The marbles were still cold.
He enclosed the glass orbs within his hands, and closed his eyes. A very faint echoing sound was heard. I wondered if I had imagined it. He looked at them. His eyes were wide. I guess he was surprised. I got up from my chair to look at the clear spheres. One of them, had an arrow, through a line. Another, had what looked like a bent seven. The third one had two blue wavy lines. The last one had two half circles facing the opposite directions, with a straight line connecting them. "Consecutive…" the boy murmured. "Zodiac signs?" I asked. He said nothing. He once again took out the black scroll. He silently read it to himself, and I waited, nervous. He twitched. He closed the scroll, and put on a disgusted smirk. "Oh great…" he grumbled. He turned to me. "Looks like you'll have to play another game. But this time, it won't pass by that quickly." he said.
The lid blew off. I was angry. I haven't been angry for a while. I grabbed the collar of his shirt (or his cape at least) and shoved him against the wall, tightening my grip around his frail neck. He hissed softly from the pain when I slammed him against the wall, but said nothing. "I'm sick. And tired. Of playing. Your. Stupid. Games." I whispered between gritted teeth. He made a weak smile. "Sorry, but rules are rules. But you never know. If you win this game, you'll be free, with your soul intact." he said, grinning. His words were true, but his smile angered me even more. Though there was a chance of winning whatever he was planning, I won't agree to anything, until I know everything. If not, I'm getting Masamune. The boy cocked his head. "You won't kill me." he whispered. I tightened my grip more. "What gives you that impression?" I hissed. "There's no logic to it. Even if you kill me, He'll just send someone else. Ever heard of the phrase 'Don't kill the messenger'?" he asked. "Yes, but it's great for letting off steam." I said. I was really considering killing him.
The door to my room opened. "Yo Seph! How are-" I heard it all in slow motion. The door, creaking ever slowly. And Zack, in all his sunshine, walked in. And saw me. Holding some guy to a wall. Which can be interpreted many different ways. Which is a very, very bad thing. He stared. I stared. The boy stared. It was quiet. Stupid silence. I didn't lock the door. I'm such. An. Idiot. Stupid, stupid Zack. Stupid, stupid door.
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Eh…little short yes? ^^;;. Only went on for three pages. Uh…there's more, and yes the title means something! Other than that, please review?
White Demon's Treasure - Chapter 1
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When one has a promise
One must keep that promise
Until their last
Dying breathe.
I never meant to make a promise with the devil/Satan/Lord of the Underworld, I only made a shaky deal with a drunk old man when I was a child. I was depressed, and abused. I had gone down to the bar (far before I was even legal), and sat down. An old drunk man, with shaggy thin white hair and glasses, asked me what was wrong, guessing from my face. I told him. That my entire life was a mess, and just because my childhood and family was terrible, I would never reach my dreams. The man, pondering this, offered a deal. He would free me of my childhood and family, but I would have to reach my dreams, by myself. In return, in ten years, I would give up something priceless. I thought it over. It was pretty good. I could probably reach my dream, the dream of being the best in SOLDIER, by myself. I was aware of my abilities, and I would now be able to use them. Something priceless? I hold nothing dear to me. What could he possibly steal from me? My underwear? So I agreed. I was such an idiot.
The next day, I woke up to find my entire family killed. Their hearts were ripped out, but their faces were peaceful; it happened too quickly for them to feel pain. I didn't cry. I told myself to, but I didn't. Why should I? The police asked for any ideas of who could've done it. I knew it was the drunk old man from the bar. I said I had no idea. I stared at their cold faces, which smiled at me. They never smiled at me before. I wanted to slap them. But I didn't. I just stared. I didn't cry. I didn't smile. The police asked if I needed a guardian, or if I thought I could support myself. I told them I could support myself. I've been doing it for my entire life. Who was I supposed to depend on? My parents? Don't make me laugh.
In only one year, I had gone from the bottom, to the very highest ranking in SOLDIER. Everyone worshipped me with a disturbing admiration. I wasn't sure at first whether it was my rank that made them stare, or my silver hair and green eyes. Then, I found it, it was both. I felt uncomfortable, but I ignored it. Or, more precisely, tried. They would stare at me, the entire way as I walked down the halls, when I trained in public (which was seldom thankfully), when I was having a meeting, etc. Especially this one boy. He was hidden most of the time, and if I was someone else, I probably would've never seen him. He had the most piercing blue eyes I've ever seen. Most of the time, he was hidden well in the shadows, so the only thing I could see was his eyes, but sometimes I could see glimpses of his blonde hair, which looked…just spiky. But maybe it was just the shadows. But at one point, he suddenly disappeared. I had a note to ask someone about that, but I never knew his name. I should have. Didn't matter, I found out later on anyway.
During this time, completing missions and sharpening my techniques even more, was all I ever thought about. That deal I made with the old man, seemed very vague, and I had forgotten the exact requirements and rules to it. I had spent nine years in SOLDIER, and by that time, I had almost completely forgotten about the deal. But it had finally caught up with me. Those ten years, were now gone. And something priceless was now to be taken from me. Something, I had never considered.
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The day went along, deceivingly ordinary. I had that day off, unfortunately. Zack, my only friend, visited me often, though I told him many times that I wanted to sleep this day. After the seventh time, he understood, and decided to leave, hopefully, until the end of the day. I finally collapsed in my chair, exhausted. I had been running missions nonstop lately, and I wished for nothing but sleep. But as fate would see fit, I would never have it. My head rested on my arms on a table, and my eyes were closed. It was quiet for a while. Stupid silence. I felt something in the air shift. It had no sound no, but my senses were highly keen. "I guess that guy can't take a hint. I had to wait quite some while." a voice said behind me, slightly amused. I opened my eyes. I never heard this voice before, and I know that all my stalkers weren't half as quiet as whoever was behind me. I started to turn around, but the person placed their hand on my shoulder. "No need." the voice said, still behind me. "I've only come to finish the promise you made with a boss of mine." the voice murmured. I blinked, confused. I make no promises, and if I do, I had already done them. But something in my mind starting to stir a little, but not completely…yet. I turned around, shrugging off the hand. I had meant to ask who they were, and what they wanted, but I never got the chance.
He had bright blonde hair, that stuck out in odd little spiky tufts. His eyes, were a bright blue, that glowed…like a cat's. They were familiar, I wondered why. He had a dusty red cape, ripped at the end, and the top of the cape covered most of the boy's face. A single shoulder plate was placed on his left shoulder, and his left hand had some sort of…claw. A gold one at that. His other arm was a little less…decorative as the other, He had a brown glove, and a long black wristband. Hidden beneath all that, was a dark blue shirt and a pair of matching pants. There was a brown leather strap diagonally across his shoulders, that connected to a belt at his wait. Beneath that belt, was a sort of…hip armor? Then, there was a large variety of belt placed all over his pants, tying his pants in the oddest places. Thankfully, his leather boots only had one belt per shoe. I can't imagine what I would've done if he had more belts.
But his strange clothing wasn't what stopped me. Nor was it his Buster Sword, that looked faintly like the Buster Swords made in SOLDIER. It was a small black wing, tucked underneath the red cape. There was only one of them, wasn't there supposed to be two? He had only one wing. So who had the other? Heck, why did he have a wing in the first place?! I stayed silent for a while.
"What…exactly are you?" I said after I finally collected my wits. He looked surprised…a little. "Isn't it obvious? I'm a demon." he said, bluntly.
"From what?"
"…Hell, the underworld, you know?" the boy said, bluntly, yet again.
I almost laughed. At least physically. Since I was already mentally laughing. A demon? This boy? The wing and his clothes gave off that impression well enough, but a demon with blonde hair and blue eyes? I never knew that supernatural beings played opposite day. He frowned at me. He coughed. "Like I was saying…" he said. "I'm here to finish a game you started with my boss." I stared at him, again. "The Devil?" I asked. He sighed, and put his head into his hands. "Yes, I'm a demon, and demons work for the devil. Do people remember anything these days…" the boy said, miserably. Then, a very old memory, stirred. A memory of when I was younger. Low lights, the smell of alcohol. "…would your boss…look like an old man with graying hair and glasses?" I said, cautiously. The boy stopped grinding his skull with his hands. He smiled, but it wasn't genuine. "So you remembered. Though he doesn't look like that all the time, that's good, probably the easier we'll be on you." the boy said, amused. I, was not. "What do you want?" I asked. "Something, very precious to you. I'm collecting it now." he said. "Dammit, just tell me what you are going to do!" I said, my voice raised. This was really getting me on my bad side. He gazed at me, sadly. "I'm going to take your soul." I think my head hit the table.
So, it worked out in the end. I saved myself. Sort of. Not really. I more of lucked out.
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Replay
"Isn't there anything I can do to stop you?!" I said, begging him. It's not everyday that I would ask anything of anyone, but it's not everyday someone says they're going to take your soul. I had tried other ways. I had thought of killing him, but Masamune was outside in the weapons gallery, and I had only gone as far as unlocking the door, before the boy noticed. I had no other ideas. The boy grinned. "Estuans interius ira vehemen ti, Sephiroth. The Great Sephiroth, desperately asking for some way out. If only I experienced this when I was still living." the boy said, grinning wider. My mind went to a stop. He knew me? Or something to that extent. He apparently considered helping me a bit, for he reached for a strange thick black scroll, hidden in the folds of his cape. He briefly skimmed it, before finding something, of importance. He read it quickly, before rolling it up again. "I'm going to test your luck. If you luck is good, you might have a second chance. If not, your soul is mine." he said. He took out a small black velvet sack. He spilled out it's contents. A bunch of colored glass marbles spilled onto the table. "Close your eyes, and pick four." he said, gesturing to the marbles. I stared, incredulously at them. Picking marbles is what my life hung on? Oh man. I took a deep breathe, and closed my eyes. Whatever my hands touched, would decide my fate. I moved my hand randomly, and moved down, slowly. I felt the cold glass, and I closed my hand around it. I placed it in my other hand. Three more. I exhaled shakily. I switched the marble to my other hand, and decided to pick the next marble with my other hand. Eventually, after what felt like four days (a day per marble), I selected four marbles. I didn't want to look at them. I handed them over to the boy. The marbles were still cold.
He enclosed the glass orbs within his hands, and closed his eyes. A very faint echoing sound was heard. I wondered if I had imagined it. He looked at them. His eyes were wide. I guess he was surprised. I got up from my chair to look at the clear spheres. One of them, had an arrow, through a line. Another, had what looked like a bent seven. The third one had two blue wavy lines. The last one had two half circles facing the opposite directions, with a straight line connecting them. "Consecutive…" the boy murmured. "Zodiac signs?" I asked. He said nothing. He once again took out the black scroll. He silently read it to himself, and I waited, nervous. He twitched. He closed the scroll, and put on a disgusted smirk. "Oh great…" he grumbled. He turned to me. "Looks like you'll have to play another game. But this time, it won't pass by that quickly." he said.
The lid blew off. I was angry. I haven't been angry for a while. I grabbed the collar of his shirt (or his cape at least) and shoved him against the wall, tightening my grip around his frail neck. He hissed softly from the pain when I slammed him against the wall, but said nothing. "I'm sick. And tired. Of playing. Your. Stupid. Games." I whispered between gritted teeth. He made a weak smile. "Sorry, but rules are rules. But you never know. If you win this game, you'll be free, with your soul intact." he said, grinning. His words were true, but his smile angered me even more. Though there was a chance of winning whatever he was planning, I won't agree to anything, until I know everything. If not, I'm getting Masamune. The boy cocked his head. "You won't kill me." he whispered. I tightened my grip more. "What gives you that impression?" I hissed. "There's no logic to it. Even if you kill me, He'll just send someone else. Ever heard of the phrase 'Don't kill the messenger'?" he asked. "Yes, but it's great for letting off steam." I said. I was really considering killing him.
The door to my room opened. "Yo Seph! How are-" I heard it all in slow motion. The door, creaking ever slowly. And Zack, in all his sunshine, walked in. And saw me. Holding some guy to a wall. Which can be interpreted many different ways. Which is a very, very bad thing. He stared. I stared. The boy stared. It was quiet. Stupid silence. I didn't lock the door. I'm such. An. Idiot. Stupid, stupid Zack. Stupid, stupid door.
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Eh…little short yes? ^^;;. Only went on for three pages. Uh…there's more, and yes the title means something! Other than that, please review?