Making of A Sword

For Sephiroth

Hi everyone, welcome to my story and thanks for reading. I'm new to the forum.

I'm not sure how many people still read FFVII fanfic today but still...here I am!

This story is a translation project from my original. I wrote it first in my native language and now decided to share it for the first time. Please don't hesitate to let me know if you see any typo! Also, the original is completed already. So don't worry about no more updates! I can always translate the rest!

This piece is written from an original character's perspective. No romantical relationship or pairing involved. The first three chapters might feel a little slow but I promise the story will catch up soon.

I wish I am doing an ok job handling the characters.

I'm truly grateful to any review!

Celes

Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII

[Chapter 1]

"Mr. Sephiroth,

Please accept the assurance of my highest respect.

My name is Anlila Rain. Starting today, I will take the task of my predecessor and be in charge of your weapon maintenance .

It is my primary duty to best serve your need. I heard that you recently returned from Wutai, and it would be my pleasure if you pick a time for my first visit."

Before I opened that door, I reread this email to make sure it didn't have anything inappropriate. I put the phone back to my purse, checked my attire and took a deep breath, then I knocked on the door.

"Mr. Sephiroth."

There was no answer. He probably didn't hear me? I raised my hand hesitantly again but got interrupted by the male voice from inside.

"Come in."

His tone was almost gentle, but certain quality in his voice reminded me of an empty throne, with intimidating majesty. I pushed the door open and shut it tightly after me. The interior was typical for Shinra office. White walls, clean floor in light grey, Incandescent lighting. This office is much smaller than Lazard's, containing only one set of table and chair, another white table against the wall with a Spider plant on it. There is a coffee machine and a few glasses on it too.

Sephiroth was standing in front, with his back towards me. The leather coat contoured his body, contrasting starkly to the white wall. His signature silver hair flowed down to his calf as a waterfall. This contrast between light and dark was too overpowering to human eyes. Not until few seconds later, I noticed that he was holding a long sword in his left hand. Its blade shining dimly in the shadowy part of the room.

"Mr. Sephiroth…"

He turned back slowly. Inch by inch the blade came under the light and stung my eyes.

"Nice to meet you."

He said very dully, lacking any attempt for faking courtesy. Before I could come up with a response, he turned aside and settled the sword on a katana stand on the table, in the way of an emperor placing his scepter. Then those emerald eyes skimmed across my face. I felt like being blown over by biting winter wind.

"What do you think about this sword?"

After he asked, I moved out from my zombie stance, quickly took out a pair of gloves and stepped forward. The 1st class SOLDIER crossed his arms, leaning against the wall as he waited for a response. I quickly checked the sword and concluded,

"This is a sacred…I mean, a sword of highest quality. From its bladesmithing, I am sure it could only be made by the best swordsmith in Wutai…"

"Highest quality?"

Sephiroth picked up the sword again. The extra-long katana looked like an elegant, weightless curve instead of an eight-pound piece of iron in his hand. I stepped back when the color of silver flashed across my sight. The katana stand made of walnut wood split open from the middle, and fell on the table, making a loud noise.

I puffed nervously. He might chop up the table next, so I asked,

"Mr. Sephiroth, did you get it from Wutai? Would you like to…make it your weapon?"

He finally spared the poor office table and held up the sword horizontally, parallel to the ground, running his fingers along the sharp blade as if he was assessing it. Silver, silver-white, mako-green. His glacial features were reflected upon the narrow piece of metal and were just as cold as the blade.

TBC