Hey everyone! Glad you liked the first chapter of Blood & Blades!
Thank you to those people who have taken an interest in my story:
OK-kun: Glad you like it! I was worried about this story for a while because I've never written for Final Fantasy before. Anyway, Sephiroth came back… by… I don't know. Like I said I've just started playing FFVII so I don't know any of the story yet. This story was kind of an impulse. However, now thanks to you I'll ponder that, and figure out a way to put in the story. I hope you enjoy chapter 2.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII or any of them, although the idea of owning Sephiroth would be awesome.
Warning: To all those who read this story. I do plan on conquering my fear of writing a real yaoi scene in this story! So yeah, sex will be in this story more then once. If you're under the right age or don't like two guys having 'fun' get away now! You have been warned.
May be just a little Out of Character-ness, if you don't mind…
Blood & Blades
Chapter 2
Click, click…
The door opened slowly, a boot shoved the door to open it faster as Sephiroth came in with the little blonde bundle in his arms. He kicked the door shut and preceded to the bedroom where he could lay his prize down and tend to that wound.
The blonde's head hit the soft pillow gently; his neck became exposed as the blonde's atama turned to the side. The silver haired warrior straightened himself up and stood for a few moments drinking in cloud's helplessness, his weakness as it seemed to make the older man stronger.
The younger man looked like a fly caught in a thread chrysalis on a spider's web, helpless and ready to devour.
But don't worry my little fly. I won't eat you, yet. I want you completely healed for when I sink my teeth into you…Sephiroth licked his lips hungrily… and when I do taste you I promise not to be sloppy and wasteful by eating you in one bite. No… I want to savor every last bit of you.
The ex- general almost had to slap himself in order to pull out of his thoughts. He walked back into the living room to set the masamune down in the sword rack. He threw his coat off on the sofa, the shoulder guards making a metallic noise as they fell. He turned and rushed back into his bedroom and stepped into his bathroom to collect the supplies he was going need to extract the bullet and patch those wounds.
Under normal circumstances he'd just toss the boy a potion or restore materia… or nothing at all, but Sephiroth knew that gun shot wound was going to need to take its own time to heal. This meant no magic.
Magic…the ex-commander chuckled…not a very scientific term.
He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a pair of silver tweezers, a rather large cloth, some gauze and bandages. Before leaving the bathroom he grabbed a wash rag and a bowl of warm water. The legendary combatant set the needed supplies on the nightstand by the bed and pulled it closer to make it an easier reach. He turned to the bed where Cloud was laying and got on the bed so he was leaning over the blonde with his legs on either side of the waist.
Sephiroth's gloved hands reached forward to the folds of the cloak and opened the cloth. Cloud was only wearing a pair of faded black jeans that hugged his hips rather well and a white button up shirt with a fold down collar. If it hadn't been for the blood stains on the shirt along with the rip from where the bullets tore through the fabric then the blonde would have looked relatively alluring.
Come on, damn it… I'll have plenty of time to stare after that wound is treated. He took a hold of the opening at the top of the shirt where the sleeping man had left 2 buttons open and ripped the shirt open and completely off.
He took the white cloth he had gotten from the bathroom and placed it under Cloud's bleeding shoulder to keep the blood from leaking through his cloak and staining the bed. Next the silver long haired man reached for the tweezers and got ready to pull that bullet out.
"This may hurt, Cloud. So… if you can hear me, please, feel free to struggle and cry out all you want. But not too much now, I don't want to make your wound any worse then it is, although it would hurt you more than me." Sephiroth laughed quietly to himself. The tweezers were lowered to the wound and dug in to find the bullet.
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Cloud's face twisted at the feel of pain suddenly shooting through his shoulder. His eyes shut tighter and his mouth opened to let a painful whimper out. His limbs tried to move away from the pain but he found that nothing would stir.
What… why cant I move?
He could feel something in his shoulder. Something small, able to clamp on anything smaller then it by the faint click sound from it.
Cloud tried to concentrate on other aspects of his current situation like what was he under that prevented him from moving. He knew he should just open his eyes, but he found that his eyelids wouldn't obey his mental command.
What happened tonight? Gaea, all I remember is walking out of that dance club, then… then what?
Cloud couldn't remember, he couldn't even remember that sword, that unforgettable one of a kind sword. He thought maybe it would come back to him later. His body although couldn't move for some unknown reason, was whispering to his consciousness that thinking about what happened wasn't meant to be done. He could feel himself slipping into a state of slumber. He also could feel the weight of whatever was on him focus around his midsection.
Something was calling to Cloud from the back of his mind. It sounded like a voice, a soft, gentle, maternal voice.
My, how you have grown…said the voice. Cloud mentally turned around to face the voice, and with that fell into a dream.
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Sephiroth dug the tweezers into Cloud's shoulder, he watched as the blond beneath him twisted in pain, mainly in his face.
At least I know you're still alive, Cloud…he smirked to himself.
When he felt Cloud begin to move more, he placed his left hand on the boy's chest firmly pressing him down. He didn't want the blonde to try and sit up and ram the bullet any deeper using the tweezers in his shoulder.
Come on damn it…the ex-general cursed gritting him teeth. This bullet was being very stubborn.
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Mom…Cloud whispered, his mind telling him to look away, that this wasn't real, but he couldn't help it. There before him was the one woman he'd always love, who could do no wrong… his mother.
He watched as his home came into focus around him. The wood floor that transitioned to stone as you got closer to the kitchen; the two beds in the corner, with the blue quilted one closest to the door the grey quilted bed in the corner. It wasn't the best or most fancy, but it had that home feeling, like if you were there you knew you were always safe from harm, from the monsters that roamed the nearby lands. His mother brought him out of his gazing when she wrapped herself around him, Cloud returned that tight embrace, and they stayed like that for what seemed to be forever. The blonde boy buried his face in his mother's neck and soft blonde hair that was just slightly beginning to fade into a white color as she grew older. He never wanted to leave his mother's side again, he felt safe, understood in a way only a mother could.
My, how you have grown…She whispered into his ear, they pulled apart slowly then stopped with her hands on his shoulders and his on her sides. Cloud looked her up and down, blonde hair much like his own but with less spikes, beautiful green eyes, so very alive. Pale feature also much like his own, it was obvious that the swordsman got most of his looks from his mother. She wore a simple orange dress and white apron.
When they dropped their arms to their side, Cloud suddenly felt like he was growing cold and lonely. But those thoughts were chased away when he heard the other woman walk around him, her foot steps soft and gentle.
I bet the girls never leave you alone…
"Not really." He answered quietly. Cloud walked away and fell back onto the bed. It was so soft, and comfortable.
There are a lot of temptations in the city…I'd feel a lot better if you just settled down and had a nice girlfriend. He could hear his mother walking back to the kitchen getting something out of the refrigerator. The bed shifted under his mother's weight, she leaned over her son curiously and held out the small bottle. It had liquid droplets forming down the sides of it.
Good old mother, she always seemed to know when I needed something before I did…He thought to himself, and reached up taking the bottle with a grin.
He tilted his head back as he brought the bottle to his lips, the cold liquid slid back down his throat, cooling everything it touched, he took the bottle anyway from his lips, and "I'm all right. Really I am." He said looking his mother in the eyes, hoping this would end the conversation, but no, his mother didn't stop there.
You should have…she looked away and stared at the floor for a moment before continuing, an older girlfriend, one that'll take care of you…she turned back to Cloud with her warm heartfelt smile, I think that would be the prefect type for you.
"I'm not interested." He sighed averting his eyes.
Why not, mister stubborn?
"Because… I have already found someone or I thought I did." Flashes of a girl only a year older then him went through his mind. Her long chestnut hair tied back into a braid and green eyes full of innocence. She wore a pink dress with buttons in the front that went down to about mid-shin and her little short sleeve half jacket. She stood standing in a field of flowers, blooming in all kinds of colors, her head turned smiling as always as if this was a memory and she was smiling for him and only him.
Sadness came over into his eyes, as a painful flash took place of this bright and happy one. This flash sent shivers down his spine and tears to his eyes. For there on a platform/alter, locked in prayer was the same girl. She looked up at him with a smile then suddenly a black figure jumped down out of nowhere and impaled her on a sword, the very sword that both mystified and terrified him. Despite killing the girl the figure looked like an angel, in the way he moved with unparalleled grace and in the way he looked. Body very well toned, he looked very powerful with the only part of his body you could really see was his chest, which again, was well defined. Long silver hair running down his back, it still - even in such a painful moment - amazed Cloud with just how long it was. He knew most every warrior he had seen had short hair, he was told that long hair is more of a problem in fighting in that it could get in your way or be the reason you were caught, just simply reaching out and grabbing it would be all that was needed to get you. But this man had hair down to the back of his knees or at least past his ass, and he didn't seem to have trouble moving with it. Then again this man has had years of practice so he's probably used to it.
Cloud? Cloud, honey… snap out of it…
The vision faded and his daze ended as his eyes focused on his mother waving her hand in front of his face, "Huh? Oh… sorry, mom."
That's alright, so tell me about the one you found. Cloud's mother said, returning to her smile as she scooted closer to her son so she could hear every last word.
Cloud looked up at the ceiling and crossed his arms like he normally did when he would think, "Well, she was a year older then me," Blue eyes shifting to see the woman next to him widen her smile as she listened, "She was extremely nice and she loved to grow flowers. You would have loved her, mom."
Would have? Did she leave you? She tilted her head to the side.
"In a sense, we went on one date and hit it off to some degree-" Cloud was cut off.
Then what happened? Did she find someone she thought was better then you and leave?
"No, mom. She didn't leave me over something like that… she left because… because…" He stumbled in his words and averted his again away again.
Because… what, Son?
He turned his eyes back to his mother's and sat in silence a few seconds longer then sighed and said. "Because… she's dead, I witnessed her death; I was less then ten feet away when it happened."
His mother raised a hand to her mouth, "Oh, sweetie… I'm sorry that happened to you." She leaned forward and pulled Cloud into her arms once more. Once more Cloud buried his face in the neck of his mother, he could feel her arms around him, one hand petting his head and the other around his waist with fingertips running up and down his back in a line.
It was very soothing, he felt like he could stay like this forever.
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Aqua eyes shifted as a hand smaller then the legend's twitching. Sephiroth could feel to younger man's heart under his hand that was still on his chest. The breathing was slow and the heart beat was calm, his sharp gaze also noticed his eyelids moving frequently.
He must be dreaming…I wonder of what?
The silver haired man was snapped out of his thoughts when he felts the tweezers catch on something, they just wouldn't close completely. He shifted his head to try and see into the wound when he saw something grey between the arms of the tweezers.
"I found the bullet…" He smiled to himself.
Now the fun part…
He tugged at it, but it only caused Cloud to tense in pain. He thought for a moment and then started moving the bullet out slowly and at the same time he made circles. Each circle pulling it out a little at a time.
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"Ah!" Cloud suddenly shouted, he ripped himself away from his mother and squeezed his left shoulder in an attempt that maybe his strength would cancel it out, but it didn't. His blue eyes shut tightly. Cloud fell onto his side, still in pain.
Cloud…
He couldn't hear the voice anymore through his own cries of pain. His body started to feel hot, too hot. He cracked his eyes open, but only saw blurs around him. All he could make out was the room around him changing, turning…red? Maybe orange…
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"Almost there…" Sephiroth whispered.
His eyes narrowed more and more as they switched from watching the bullet come out to the blonde's face cringing in pain. His arm jerked back, it took him a moment to figure out the bullet was finally out and in the tweezers.
The ex-general leaned over to the nightstand and placed the bullet down. He grabbed the wash rag and dipped it in the warm water, the rung it out. He brought the rag to the wound and gently dabbed it, cleaning the blood both fresh and dried away. The older man also took this time to look at the other wound, compared to where the bullet was this one was a scratch. He wiped the blood away again, and then stared at it for a few minutes to make sure it had stopped bleeding before returning to the more serious injury. Sephiroth grabbed some gauze and placed it over the blood-free whole and pressed firmly.
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"Mom?" He whimpered through the pain that was leaving him slowly.
He got on his knees, eyes that were still shut now fluttered open. Cloud turned his head back and forth fast realizing he was now outside in the middle of the village, but it was on fire. Flames of orange, red, green, blue, and purple danced everywhere. There were no bodies on the ground, his head snapped back to his house, the roof collapsed inwards. Terror and fear consumed Cloud's heart as he shot up off the ground ignoring the pain in his shoulder. The blonde boy stumbled into the burning building, shouting for anyone that could be in there.
"Mother! Where are you! Please, after me!" He took a few steps in, but could go no farther cause the heat was so intense.
"Oh…" Then he spotted her, his mother, his beautiful…happy… caring mother… dead. At first it looked like she had been crushed under the support beam when it fell down, but upon looking closer there was blood around the chest area. This meant she was dead before the beam had fallen.
"Mother…" In the back of his mind a little voice kept telling him this wasn't real, that he shouldn't act like this, but he didn't care, real or not his mother was dead in front of him, real or not, that wouldn't stop the pain from swelling in his heart and his eyes, "I'm sorry… even now I couldn't protected you… I'm sorry; you didn't deserve to die like this." Cloud's body began to shake uncontrollable, knees giving out; he fell onto his hands and knees. His eyes felt like they would drown in their own tears. He was near his mother's body, a shaky hand reached out to touch her hair. Still soft as ever…
Cloud pulled his hand back, and did his best to stand up. He turned to walk back out of the building, but paused in the doorway and glanced back at the fallen woman.
"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, Mother. Although it hurts, it was nice seeing you again… even though you died. I will never let the person responsible for this get away with it." He locked his eyes to his mother's face, "I love you, mom. May you be happy in the world beyond, and say 'hello' to dad and Aeris for me. Good-bye."
His tears fell to the ground; he stood in the middle of the village once more trying to regain himself. The blonde boy knew there was no one else alive in the village, except one. The one, who did all this, caused all this pain and suffering. The one he knew was watching him right now, from up the hill.
His eyes closed and he took a deep breath, the air burned his lungs but it helped to quiet the sadness and anger of his soul. Sapphire eyes opened and looked up, they met the blue-green eyes of his watcher. His tormenter's eyes were filled with smugness and cruelty; where as Cloud's eyes narrowed showing all the inner pain and rage he could muster with in himself making his eye glow brightly in defiance.
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The elite swordsman sat quietly watching his 'guest's' face jerk and twitch often. He found is amusing watching the younger man sleep. For he knew when the boy woke up he'd have to used a little force to keep him from trying to walk out the door. That's why Sephiroth liked this little house; it was in the middle of nowhere. Plus, he was sure even if Cloud did manage to get outside that he wouldn't recognize anything around. Also, the older man had taken down every map or atlas in the whole house and burned them. He, himself didn't need a map because he knew his way around.
Now, what I'm going to do? I need to wrap the wounds still, the one on his right arm won't be too much of a problem, but this one, on his left, will. The only way for me to bandage that injury would be to sit him up and have him lean on me. He cringed at the thought of Cloud waking up before he was done with the wrapping. Knowing Cloud as well as he did if the boy woke fully up then he'd overreact.
Sephiroth decided he'd just have to take his chances, so he moved himself back off of Cloud's waist and sat more on his thighs. He leaned over to grab the bandages and set them by his knee. Then reached forward and slid one hand under the younger mans back and the other under his head, slowly and gently lifting Cloud into a sitting position. The legend carefully rested the blonde's head on his collar bone, he winced when the blonde started to stir but let out a sigh of relief when the youths breathing remained that of a sleeping person, he knew Cloud had gone back to sleep. He took the bandages and started with looping it around Cloud's chest first to keep it from coming undone then started angling the dressing to go over his shoulder.
He wrapped the cover around the blonde 8 times both ways (around the chest and over the shoulder). Sephiroth tugged at the bandage one last time to tighten it then tied it.
There, that should do it. I wonder if—
His train of thought was disturbed when something became apparent to the elite. Cloud's breathing had become very quiet rather then the soft sound one makes when sleeping. Also, he could feel a patch of wetness near his collar bone.
Sephiroth looked down and found what he thought he would have. Cloud's eyes were open and watching him but something was off about them, they held a kind of dazed look to them. Like although his eyes were open, he was still dreaming, and also Cloud was crying. He had tears running down his cheeks, which explained the wet feeling – for a minute there the older man started to think the blonde was drooling on him -.
"What's wrong, Cloud?" He whispered softly.
"You… did it…" The youth mumbled.
"Did what?" The older man tilted his head to the side, question-like.
"Killed… you killed my mother. You… stabbed her then left her in the house when it was set on fire… she was crushed by the support beam…" Cloud whimpered, blue eye then shut tightly and the youth's head turned and buried his face in the older man's chest.
So that's what he was dreaming about…or is he still dreaming?
It didn't matter, whether the blonde had been awake or not wasn't important. Because now he had Cloud crying in his arms, instead of overreacting like he originally thought.
Sephiroth found himself with his arms around Cloud in a protective manner, hushing and soothing him as well. To be honest, the elite was a little bothered that, Cloud Strife, the man that had foiled all his plans to become a god and get back at the planet was in his arms, crying no less. What bothered him even more was that he was confronting the younger warrior.
TBC…
Alright! There is my update! Love it don't you? Sorry, I didn't stay true to there characters as much as I did in the first chapter. I mean, I made Sephiroth have a couple perverted-ish moments in there didn't I? But come on the guy has to have a few moments like that. Although they probably only happen once every 10 years maybe? lol
Thanks again to everyone that loved the first chapter. I do promise to explain things, like why Sephiroth is still alive, why he is helping Cloud, etc. Just not at this moment in time. So yeah, the next chapter might take a while to write up because school is starting for me again and that will be a living hell.
Also Please look forward to a couple one shots I have on the way.
Don't ask me about Sephiroth's house set up, I don't really know… I have even drawn it up and I can't seem to find a way I like
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Japanese lesson:
Atama – head
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You know those two straps around Sephiroth's chest under his coat? What are those for? I really wonder, are they just there to be there? Are they fastening something? Please tell me…