C3: Find The Blonde: Part 1
The chapter is short again, my apologies!
This will be updated more regularly - Part 1 of 3.
The content will get more mature from here.
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This was the first day in his entire professional life that Sephiroth had called in sick.
It wasn't something he had ever planned on happening. The company depended on him to be available whenever necessary; illness wasn't an obstacle in his career. But this was entirely different. The image of Cloud Strife's innocent face twisted in pain and discomfort had made the decision for him.
Sephiroth felt utterly and irrevocably obsessed.
"Are you sure it isn't serious?" the man before him asked.
It hadn't been the easiest of processes, taking time out of work, calling in sick for the first time. The phone had typically been answered by the most difficult and irritating member of the company. Unfortunately for Sephiroth, that man was also considered a friend of his, rather than a mere colleague.
The lies and excuses hadn't been rehearsed beforehand, which had sparked unnecessary panic.
"It's nothing to worry about," Sephiroth repeated, throwing the fakest smiles. "There are merely things I need to attend to."
Zack raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Is there something you're keeping from me?"
The pair of them were situated in a small coffee shop, crammed into a quieter corner to avoid recognition. It wasn't something the General was fond of, appearing in public, venturing outside of the company building. Sitting and drinking in a coffee shop wasn't his idea of a good time in the slightest. It meant he could refuel on coffee however, and feed his insomnia some much needed goodness.
It also gave him the unlikely chance to see him again.
"I guess you wouldn't tell me regardless," Zack sighed, taking an unnecessarily long sip from his cup.
It was the guilt game... which Sephiroth refused to play.
"Quit putting on that stupid act," he snapped, forcing the mug away from his lips. "If you wish to help then answer me one question."
Zack peered up at him hopefully.
"Do you remember Cloud Strife?"
The sentence fell from his mouth like vomit, giving him an immediate sense of regret and panic. It was all completely out of character for him. Sephiroth had not a single identifiable emotion, except for greed, anger and disgust. The thought of losing his cool demeanor and becoming… vulnerable… made him feel positively sick. It was already happening though; more than he already recognized.
The face of Cloud Strife appeared once more.
Sephiroth turned angrily towards the door, forcing himself to focus on those entering and leaving the coffee shop. It was a simple remedy for him, allowing his mind to wander and his attention to decrease. Suddenly the answer wasn't necessary to him and all that mattered was watching that door. The figures he stared upon became a constant blur, but they at least served as a distraction. The best kind of distraction.
That was, until the blur became a figure once more.
… A recognizable figure.
"What are you looking at?" Zack asked him, poking his friend impatiently. "You asked me a question and I answered; yes, I remember Cloud Strife."
Sephiroth could feel his interest vaguely swaying back towards his friend, clinging onto the last sentence he had uttered. Apparently he remembered him and additionally, he may know where to find him. But it wasn't enough to tear his attention away from what had just appeared through the door. Suddenly his need for distraction seemed an awful idea; he wished he could throw himself back into conversation.
Because at that moment in time, he felt cannibalistic.
"Sephiroth!" Zack cried, slamming his fists playfully against the table. "Why did you want to know?"
The General turned back to him, eyes brimmed with hate. "What did you think of him?"
Sephiroth roughly clutched his head, scrunching his face up in discomfort as his vision became disorientated. He could see lips moving before him, words leaving his friends mouth, but the English language was refusing to piece together. Those villainous eyes turned coldly towards the door, resting on their prey once more, analysing the figures every move.
The General may not have found Cloud in the town of Midgar… but he at least had found a ticket.
"I was really fond of the kid, honestly. But he wasn't accepted into the company. It hurt to begin with, because I'd felt a connection with him."
Sephiroth finally diverted his attention to his friend. "There was a connection?"
Something similar to jealousy tore at him.
"I felt the need to mother him," Zack cringed, throwing his hands up in embarrassment. "The blonde was damn adorable! The most innocent creature I'd ever met."
Sephiroth felt his stomach sink. "Innocent… is that it?"
"I was the one forced to deliver the bad news," the Soldier continued, softening up at the subject. "When I told him, his eyes brimmed with tears, but he refused to cry in front of me. The kid looked absolutely broken, and all I wanted to do was tell him it was all alright… but I knew it wasn't."
"Would you excuse me a second?" Sephiroth suddenly interrupted.
The information given to him had been perfect; it had given him a small sense of satisfaction - an orgasmic tingle. He wanted to know everything about Cloud; to understand him in every aspect and grasp how to manage him. Sephiroth wasn't sure himself what he would do in the presence of the boy. The only thing he DID know certain was something he'd rather not focus on.
At this moment in time however, it was all he could focus on.
Sephiroth stormed over to the occupied door, leaving his dumbstruck friend perched in the corner. His head was bursting with an immense temper, something he was fortunately able to control. And although he felt the urge to tear his head off, snatch the skull and demolish the flesh… the General had to stay calm.
"I need to ask you a question, stranger."
Stood before him was a young couple, seemingly innocent and unsuspecting at first glance, undeniably to those who had never met the pair. If it hadn't have been for that fateful night, and the unusual interest Sephiroth had taken in the blonde, this entire circumstance would cease to exist.
The male spoke back to him. "Are you addressing me?"
Sephroth practically spat venom. "It would appear I am."
Images of the previous night came rushing back to him; the wad of money brushed between his fingers, the lick of his lips as he planned his attack, the shuffle into the alleyway as he awaited the opportunity. The man stood before him, with a face innocent enough to please a child, had violated Cloud Strife.
Only one night previous, had he violated the boy of his infatuation.
It had been THIS MAN in the alleyway.
"What is it?" the man said, hurrying the pair of them towards the till, evidently nervous. "We're running late at the moment."
Sephiroth felt no need to soften the blow, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
"Where can I find Cloud Strife."
This is the 1st part out of 3 connected chapters.
All will be small, similarly to the other ones... but I hope you stay with me!
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