Hmm, I have been wanting, to write a FFVII story for some time, and this is the final version of many which have been rewritten too many times to count. And I'm very happy with how this turned out. This story is dedicated to a friend of mine who asked me to write this. I wasn't going to post it-but I though 'why not'
Warning: this chapter contains spoilers for Advent Children, so read at your own risk. Also it will be an eventual Sephiroth/ Cloud paring among others. So it you don't like m/m pairings I suggest you go back.
Disclaimer: unfortunately I do not own any Final Fantasy VII characters, Square owns them all, Though I'm sure I'm not alone why I say ' I whish I did own them' lol
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Pain…
The ultimate pain ripped through his petite frame as he landed roughly on the cool ground, each muscle in his body felt as if they had been ripped apart by a tremendous force. He was shattered in body, mind and soul, used, betrayed and worse of all deceived by one whom he would do anything for. So this was the reason for his existence…finally he understood and had suffered for the crimes of another.
Mother…
The words held comfort and yet he felt no blind devotion, no! No more did he wish to meet the one who caused him this suffering, he had been betrayed by one whom he honoured and wished to be with the most, His foolish existence had been nothing to her at all-he was merely a puppet to be used…her ultimate goal had been the resurrection of her true son.
With his remaining strength the teen pushed himself clumsily to his unsteady feet, he swayed for several seconds and with a cry of rage flew forward blindly aiming for the nearest target. Ripples of pain caused him to gasp loudly and stumble drunkenly he could feel each muscle ripple as he fell towards his end.
Only…
After expecting to hit the ground, the teen was surprised when he did not and felt two well-toned arms gently hold him. A breeze ruffled his silver locks and he peered up to see his rescuers face, the blond spikes were a giveaway and he sighed gently feeling almost comforted by the embrace. Green eyes drifted to the light pink sky above the brightness hurting his eyes-yet the beauty soothing his tired soul. Confusion drowned out the pain momentarily and he let his mind drift to thoughts of the blond, why would he show such compassion for a fallen enemy. The teen had caused the man nothing but pain since they had met…so why?
Parting his dry lips he willed himself to speak with what remaining strength he could muster, he wished for his voice to work just this one time-before he fell silent for eternity
"…Niisan!" he rasped. He blinked suddenly as drops of cool liquid hit his warm skin, the blond holding him looked down-blue eyes filled with, was it sorrow? His eyes aglow with sorrow for him perhaps, the older man didn't speak for a long moment that seemed an eternity for the teen
"…You never deserved this, none of you did. especially…" he faulted turning his eyes away from the silver haired teen.
" Gomen Nasai." The teen breathed weakly his eyes fluttering shut. The older man looked down at him quietly wind-blowing wisps of spiky blond hair. Hair that still reminded the teen of a Chocobo.
The rain began to fall quicker each drop easing the teen's pain and filling him with a warm comfort. His very soul seemed lighter less sin filled and more bearable, he knew death was waiting along the sidelines to claim him. He would feel no pain or hurt then only the comfort of eternal rest.
Kadaj
He looked around confused, but feeling soothed as the beautiful voice remained in the air. A soft melody playing to sooth the souls and heal wounded hearts. His heart began to race as his mind told him to remain calm. His eyes searched wildly for the owner of the disembodied voice.
" Kaasan…" his voice trailed but his eyes shined expectantly as if he would see her before him, smiling in welcome- offering her love to him and no one else.
Let's stop working so hard, okay?
Wincing as pain shot through his body, the teen used the remaining strength he could feel within him, he lifted up his hand pointing it skywards a gasp escaping his dry throat he flexed his glove clad fingers feeling the material cool against his feverish skin.
The teen squinted his eyes, as a stream of ethereal light shone down between the parted clouds; his eyes sparkled with fascination at the vision of beauty he saw there.
Sparkling green eyes looked down on him smiling, pale skin was framed by wisps of light brown hair. His breath caught in his throat and he stared at the Angel looking down on him.
Let's return home together, everyone's waiting.
The Angels words calmed him and he sighed eyes closing gently, finally his time had come and yet he had hardly lived at all. But there was no escaping destiny and the liftstream awaited his arrival. His soul would be cleansed from all that left its taint.
The teen sighed feeling the last breeze ruffle his hair, the last drop of rain cool his skin.
He turned his stinging eyes skywards and reached out to the pale hand descending from the heavens.
" Sure!" he breathed his lips forming into one last smile, a smile showing his young age.
He felt lighter and closed his eyes, his hand meeting the hand of the Angel. He felt safe now and free, a beautiful feeling and he closed his eyes excepting the Angels loving embrace.
A soft symphony sang low weaving in between the shimmering green wines of Lifestream the tune low and soothing, a tune sang in welcome as new souls joined the ever-flowing Lisfestream. The colour of the stream sparkled like gems reflecting the light of the sun from the bottom of a glossy lake.
Many voices whispered softly in conversation, though the voices were silent and would appear so to the ears of a Human. Such beings could not comprehend their language and therefore disregarded the small vibrations of the planet, not heeding the planets softly spoken words to her children. Those whom she's given life,
The wind was the Planets soothing symphony, ever playing whether heard of felt. Such things did not matter to those unable to comprehend the Planets words. Only those of ancient blood could commune with the giver and taker of life. The one true deity who ruled and guided over all others
Currently a heated discussion was in session, the voice of the Planet-those who felt and spoke for their beloved creator- proceeded to explain the planets wish to change the future though for better or worse, none could foresee. The ending remained cryptic.
Others argued that it was unthinkable to make such a drastic change, the results would remain the same-they always did! Every time the Planet intervened falier was ensured and though the possibility of overseeing such a change was inviting; no matter how much they wished to change the past, present or future for their children. It would end the same.
Causing more pain, suffering and death. Catastrophe was abound when the calamity was involved, but they agreed the calamity's spawn deserved to follow their true destiny and rid the universe of such a vile creature. Their connection to the calamity was of no fault of their own.
The voice of the Planet spoke softly, revealing a hidden intent to this wish. Sending a goddess to help destroy the destroyer! Her choice of sisters was instantly disliked-surprisingly by both parties in commission. Sending such a powerful goddess with untamed power was dangerous more so than letting the calamities spawn loose together.
It was argued that Shiva would be the ideal choice, though she possessed the might to destroy the entire planet at will, they were comforted by the Planet that such an ending, would not come by Shiva's hand, for bound by flesh the goddess would be.
Still the task of dealing with a massive fluctuation while they reverted back to the beginning of the happenings worried them. It was possible to change the past so much-that a different future would be ensured and thus changing the way of life itself.
There were numerous possibilities, many with pros and many with cons. But perhaps it was destiny that led the conciseness of the Planet and Lifestream to its ultimate decision.
Very well, the change would be made though for better or worse, none knew and could only hope their decision was the correct one. Should this fail then all hope would be forever lost, too many times had the Planet used this power and this would be the last! No remembering and no more changing the way of things.
A flood of lifetream seeped up though the earth, covering every being, animal and plant life, each life form in a loving embrace, the very sky switched from a multitude a vibrant colours then slowly became to colour of the Lifestream itself, sparkling emerald shimmering with silver. Each vine of emerald green twisted around the other rising higher into the sky until it covered the entire planet.
Each vine forming a chequered pattern of emerald and silver, slowly the vines began to recede untwisting and unwinding itself from the plant's surface. A change fell over the silent planet first thunder was heard, followed by the sound of rain patting on the desolate earth. This process speeded until each change appeared a blur.
The Lifestream was nothing but a faded emerald and silver vine, moving across the planet surface. Through the towns and cities that stood a lifetime ago. The wind rose as the vine of swirling colours passed through a lustrous forest. Many animals stopped and looked to the sky in curiosity.
Finally the Lifestream arrived at its destination, a large building standing tall and proud in a town of small houses, this town completely surrounded by mountains. A sweet soothing melody drifted through the air as the Lifestream passed through the town centre and into the mansion.
The cries of a woman bearing child could be heard, he pain would last only seconds though as the child began to emerge from her protective womb, into the world
They could ease her physical pain, but the pain of guilt and suffering could only be healed at her own pace. Perhaps she would break through the pain and torment that would haunt her and be a pillar of strength for her children.
As the final cry sounded the Lifestream floated above the woman, her face red and her eye's filled with tears of joy as she heard the first cry of her child. Her arms were out stretched towards the small green-eyed boy with a few strands of silver hair. His eyes slowly opened to peer at the vine of emerald and silver. Arms outstretched and eyes filled with wonder.
A tendril of Lifestream brushed against the child's hand, marking the child before another could taint him. This protection would only hold for so long. And could not protect him from the calamity forever, what path the boy chose would be up to him.
Would he choose what was easy or what was right?
The same choice would await his three brothers, when they entered this world.
The child closed his eyes and fell into a blissful sleep, unaware he would never feel his mothers touch, as the dark haired man claiming to be his father carried him away. The woman cried out, her eyes following the man who held her son, her eyes glistened with tears. The Planet tried to comfort her, fore it knew what existence she would lead. One of sorrow and loneliness! She would isolate herself from the world of humans and dream of her sins.
" I have named him Sephiroth." He left without a second glance.
And a hum sounded in the wind as the name was repeated softly.
Sephiroth.
TBC…
