Baptism of Tears: Birth of Sin

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts / Final Fantasy

Rating: Mature

Genre: Fantasy/ Romance/ Angst/General/ mystery

Warnings: Slash, Trinity(threesomes), Gore, Angst

Disclaimer: I do not own Kindom Hearts

Summary: Ten years ago a stranger came, and the kingdom of hearts was changed forever. "Some delicate balance has been disturbed, and what he did…cannot be forgiven."

Chapter 1:

A/N: This story is told through myth at first, but that wont last long. The idea is that eventually the story will diverge from the myth. Actual events are not written in myth. This means that anything that is myth is only partially the truth.

In the Kingdom of Hearts there was beauty everywhere. The water was clear, the sun was bright, and the flowers and crops grew plentifully. Then a stranger came. He brought with him pestilence and death. He was named Sephiroth, for he had no other name, by a young girl.

The child was named Aeris. Everything she did was lucky. She never lost at cards and there was a rumor that her kiss was blessed too. She was also coy and kind. She met with Sephiroth and tried to explain to him the plight of her people.

The stranger smiled at her and told her a story of his life in a whisper so quiet only she heard. Then he turned and walked away. For days after speaking with him Aeris had fits and nightmares. It all seemed to have been in vain, because he continued to spread his sickness to her people.

One day, despite her fear and fragile body, Aeris climbed a mountain in order to see him again. She pleaded with him, coughing in the thin air all the while, to leave her land and disappear.

"Would you wish this sickness on someone else?" Sephiroth asked eyes to the sky, "Would you rather it be spread onto all the lands? Will you selfishly ask for only your own land to be saved?"

Tears welled into her eyes. She felt so horribly helpless.

"Ah! There, you see?" The tall man purred, "Baptize yourself in tears and you shall be free."

Gleeful with her answer, she rushed back to her lands, and told her people of the cure. The people cried tears of joy and made a salted lake of the precious liquid.

So Aeris saved the people and Sephiroth remained on the top of the mountain. Or so that is the way the story goes…

Her breath was cold and painful in her lungs as she clung to the rock face. 'Why am I here?' she wondered for the 17th time. She then cast her gaze up to the next handhold; she flung her arm wildly up and grasped it with the tips of her fingers. She took a deep breath of cold air in relief. Refusing to look 

down she inhaled again sharply and reached for the next jagged outcrop. She felt her skin begin to tear on her stiff tender fingers when she made contact with the rock.

"I need to get to the top soon," She murmured to herself. A strong wind picked up suddenly, bringing with it almost-there ice shards that crashed into her already pink skin. She closed her eyes against the weathers recent onslaught and shivered. Her loose dress offered little comfort from the biting wind.

"What are you doing there, little girl?" A deep voice drawled from only feet above.

Shocked, Aerith gasped and looked up into cruel eyes, "Sephiroth?" she intoned, barely a whisper in the wind. He eyes were wide and bright and her mouth was opened slightly.

"So it would seem." His voice was unmolested by the wicked wind and felt intimately close despite the distance, like he was whispering in her ear.

…But one day the girl, who had grown to maidenhood, returned to the mountain…

"I asked you a question," He reminded sounding like a patient schoolteacher.

Her body shivered as she looked into those green eyes only partly masked by silver hair clinging to his face. "I…" she tried. She moved her fingers carefully trying to keep them awake without letting go of her grip on the icy stone. "I will tell you when I reach the top." She raised her voice as much as she dared.

"And I will kill you where you stand" He replied unsheathing an awesome blade, that sang gleefully in its metallic way.

"Is that so?" She responded sounding more confident than she felt.

When she arrived she knew that he had changed. He faced her as a more bitter man than he had been years before. Despite this she gazed at him without fear…

Sephiroth leaned down, and reached at her hands. She paused, her eyes getting wider at the gesture.

"There is no other way for you" His fingers moved closer to her. She grabbed his hand. "So, child," He said after hoisting her up, "what brings your tender flesh to me?"

…She returned to the beast to try to release him from his pain…

"To see you."

"Then are you satisfied?" He spoke it like an honest question. He looked like he expected her to say 'yes' and move on.

"No. We haven't talked at all." She smiled and settled herself down onto the ground, primly tucking her feet under her skirt.

"Not entirely true." He responded remaining standing.

Unsure of where to begin Aerith muttered, "So…"



He flicked his eyes to her.

"It's my birthday today," she blurted, "I'm 14 now. A real lady at court."

He stared at her, the silence stretched on until he offered a polite, "Oh."

"I brought you some flowers. It's so desolate here."

"I have never liked flowers."

"Then we shall burn them for the smell." She pulled beautiful white blooms out of her pack that was slung at her waist.

"My mother liked flowers." He offered.

She smiled warmly, "Did she?"

"Yes, she was a beautiful woman. Flowers…in vases…remind me of her."

Aerith nodded, as she pulled out a flint and began to try to light the flowers. Slowly, they began to burn. "I wonder if you suffer?" she spoke as if to herself. She smelled the flowers burning.

He blinked.

She waved the flowers a bit and watched the little sparks fall to the ground, "I wonder what it's like to have a pestilence and never have it cured."

He looked at her for a few moments, considering what to say carefully, "Before I met you…I was no one…I had no name." He paused, "I was a lost one, but now, I am bound to this place by the name you gave me. I can't leave because Sephiroth belongs here, and I am him."

She stopped her motions then looked back up at him, "Well, I'm glad. To be honest, I was afraid you would leave."

"Why do you want me to stay here?" He questioned just as a strong gust of wind came by. It rumpled his cloak.

But the beast did not want to be saved…

Her hair blew over her face and a few strands got stuck in between her lips. "I don't know," she admitted and shivered.

"Are you frightened, child?"

"No, only cold."

"Ah, I see."

She moved a bit closer to him, "So, Sephiroth, tell me about yourself."

He blinked.



She giggled, "Was that rude?"

…She tried to discover what she could do to save him, or if that failed how to kill him…

The wind blew. "Do you have any relatives?" She asked in order to prompt a response.

"I have a father, a mother, and three brothers. I have not seen any of them for years."

"I'm sorry to hear that," she sniffed, "I don't know what I would do without my family. My mother died when I was a baby, but my father and my brothers are the world to me."

He sneered, "Do you ask questions just to hear your answer to the question?"

"No, not at all." She seemed amused. "I ask to know your answer and I answer in case you want to know."

Rather petulantly the man who looked to be 23 replied, "and what am I to do if I don't want to know about your meaningless life."

"Then you have my permission to forget what I say." She replied primly.

He snorted, "I would rather not have to spend my afternoon in empty fancy then."

She sighed then began, "What would you do if I left anyway."

"Do what you wish." He turned away, clothing swirling around him.

"I fully intend to." The flowers were nothing more than fragrant ashes. "Do you love them?"

"What?" He asked irritably glaring over his own shoulder.

"Do you love your family?"

"I think I loved my father once. My mother…" He sighed and hide his face in shadow, "I love her still. As for my brothers," He composed himself, "I never knew them well enough to love them."

She warmed to the topic, "Tell me about them, your mother at least."

His back became rigid and he turned so she could not see his face, "She is beyond me now."

"I see, "she whispered moving closer still.

Sephiroth twisted and gazed at her swiftly becoming startled by her sudden close proximity. His beautiful eyes widen marginally. "Tell me child," He began to visibly relax, "Do you believe in angels." His lips pressed softly onto hers.

That night, he took advantage of her kindness and raped her…

When he pulled back she asked, "Why do you ask?"



He stood back and smiled a vicious smile, "I am not what I seem to be. I cannot die." His face contorted in pain as a wing began to materialize out of darkness over his right shoulder. "I am a cursed one…a lost one," his wing was now fully corporal, "I am a son of a god."

Her breath hitched. He moved forward, and clasped his lips to hers as if planning to share his life force with her.

"What are you doing?" She asked surprised at her own reation, touches of heat tinting her cheeks and spreading into her whole being.

"Doing what I wish." He smiled cruelly and kissed her again.

Suddenly, she moaned into the touch. "You are a magical, beautiful stranger." His lips traveled down her supple neck.

He took everything that was pure within her…

He slowly began to remove her dress, pulling her peach skin shoulders loose from the cotton shift.

A/N: This scene continues, however I'm not posting it on . Once I figure out where else this fic will be I will let you know.

It is also intentional that Aerith is called Aeris in the myth. It will stay that way, but yes, they are the same person.

This fanfic was intended to be a oneshot, separated into chapters for convenience (It is VERY long). It is part of a trilogy that is called baptism of tears, each part being named: Birth of Sin, Octave, and Contract, respectively. The plots will attack you! Each part gets weirder and weirder, but hang with it, it will all make sense. I also plan a sidefic for part one, so look for that too.

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