Title: When Bonds Are Formed
By: mistress-of-fading-moon
Rating: G or PG
Notes: Okay I have found that you guys REALLY liked chapter 3 which has given me the fuel to write ANOTHER chapter for this story. I keep promising to write a new chapter for Breaking His Stance but I have to keep writing for this for awhile. I believe you guys deserve it!
Also sooorrryyy for the long wait on this chapter. I've been busy these past few months and haven't had time for this or any of my others.
Thank-You's: Thank you guys for reviewing my story. And a special thank you to Millenium Ring and Winchester for putting in all those parts you like! It really helps me know what parts you REALLY like. So thank you Millenium!
Italics equals thoughts
" " equals speaking
bold equals someone else speaking in their mind or their conscience.
Sephiroth: 27
Tifa: 23
When Bonds Are Formed- Chapter 4
"Oh, how are they going to break the bond if they keep fighting like that?"
Shiva glanced at her apprentice, Darkvel.
"Have faith Darkvel. You may not know it but them fighting is bringing them closer together."
Darkvel looked at Shiva like she was the next plague.
"Amazing. But don't you think I could...I don't know...do something to spice things up?" She said as she cocked her hip to the side and placed both hands on her hip.
Shiva sighed and stood from her ice created throne.
"You are still fairly young. Learn to be patient. Everything will come together in due time. Though it might not hurt to add some adventure to their life. My snow doesn't seem to be slowing down their progress at all." Shiva said as she rubbed her chin in thought.
Darkvel yelled at the scene played before them.
"Yeah because Mister Know-It-All doesn't like taking breaks!"
Shiva waved her hand lazily at Darkvel.
"It is his nature. He was trained for war, you must remember this Darkvel. It has been instilled into his very being. He may never fully change his ways."
Darkvel nodded but then looked at Shiva expectantly. Shiva smiled and shook her head as she sat back down on her throne.
"Fine, fine, Darkvel. You may do something. But don't make the situation worse, as you have a habit of doing."
Darkvel laughed nervously a bit but then disappeared. Shiva shook her head.
"She can be a handful sometimes."
"Do you know where your going? Or are you acting like a man and just pretending and won't ask for directions?"
They, in Tifa's mind, had been walking for hours and she thought she had seen that particular tree before. Sephiroth snorted quietly out his nose and looked back at Tifa.
"This coming from you? And who, pray tell, should I ask; the tree?" he said as he pointed to a large oak tree now covered in snow at its base.
Tifa glared at him.
"Hey pal I do just fine with directions! I'm tired of your attitude and how you act towards me and anyone else for that matter."
Sephiroth stopped and Tifa got the hint that maybe she might have hit a weak point with him.
"And do you think you can change it?" He directed his question towards her though he was not looking at her.
She looked down. She chose not to answer. Sephiroth looked over his shoulder and narrowed his eyes by a hair.
"I thought not."
Tifa looked down at her feet, thinking them more interesting than Sephiroth, at the moment. Sephiroth's fingers curled into a fist, and his shoulders tensed for a moment, before relaxing(as much as Sephiroth relaxed anyways.)
"I'm-I...apologize. I went over the line there and..." Sephiroth turned to look at her.
"Don't apologize for something you're not really sorry for."
Tifa glared up at him, but then sighed.
"I suppose you're right. Deep down...I'm not really sorry but that still doesn't make it right."
Sephiroth simply ignored her and went on ahead, but then he stopped.
"Hurry up."
Tifa crossed her arms as a sign of shelter and protection, hoping to warm the feeling of being frozen inside, and out.
It had been hours later before Sephiroth decided a break was in order, and that was because Tifa was nagging at him to stop. He grew tired of her saying to him, "Sephiroth. Sephiroth stop. I need to rest. Sephiroth, are you listening to me?..." And it would go on and on and on. He just decided to appease her for her sake as well as his(as well as his sanity, he had already lost it once, he didn't need to lose it again!)
To be honest he was getting tired. He just assumed it was because she wouldn't stop nagging at him.
"Finally!" Tifa said as she sat down on the log, next to Sephiroth.
She had learned the last time that sitting on the snow was a horrible idea.
"What finally made you stop? Cause I know it wasn't out of the kindness of your heart."
"How do you know that isn't the case?" he asked.
Tifa stopped for a moment and looked at him. But when she looked at him she saw a smirk forming on his lips. She narrowed her eyes and growled at him.
"You-you jerk! How was I supposed to know you were kidding!?"
"You say you know me so well, you should have known it to be false." Tifa sighed in her palm.
"I give up talking to you."
"Good."
Tifa didn't know why, but that hurt a bit. Being told not to talk because you were annoying was one thing, but being told not to talk because they didn't care normally didn't bring such a pleasant side-affect.
What makes him so angry? I mean sure Sephiroth was experimented on and he had a justification to be mad...but to kill almost everything. What does it feel like to be told everything you lived for was a lie?
Sephiroth glared at her a bit. Tifa looked at him and jumped back a bit.
"What?"
Instead of answering her he chose to ignore her inquisitive question.
"What is it?"Tifa said more irritated.
"Try stabbing yourself in the heart and then have it be stabbed into you further slowly, by the people you thought you trusted, then you will begin to understand." Sephiroth said coldly.
Tifa looked up at him, when he stood to find shelter.
"Why are you talking to me so much? I mean...I thought you hated people."
He got up in her face, his face still passive.
"I do. And I hate you the most."
"Even more than Cloud?"
"Even more than Cloud."
He straightened himself up and walked off, Tifa suddenly burst into fits of laughter, and Sephiroth looked at her in a strange way.
"What is it now."
"You make me laugh sometimes. You're always so serious! Lighten up a bit!" Tifa said, her earlier sadness and wondering gone.
"I think you're enough of a thorn in my side."
Like I need to go crazy too, Sephiroth thought sarcastically as he walked away.
Shiva turned her head wondering what was going on in their heads, as she gazed passively at the two figures in her ice mirror.
"One minute their fighting, and the next they act almost human to one another. What a strange pair." Shiva muttered to herself.
"But a cute one." Darkvel said in a mischievous voice.
"What have you planned to do, young one?" Darkvel sighed and shrugged.
"That's the problem. I have no idea."
"Of course you don't. Where did you go then?"
"I went to my home to see if I could think of something but it didn't work."
Shiva looked at Darkvel for the first time and she frowned.
"What shall I do with you," she said to Darkvel, then looked away and muttered, "Toss you into a batch of acid I suppose."
"Hey! That's not nice! I don't threaten you with acid!"
Shiva's eyes flashed an icy blue, "Because you couldn't, and it would be unwise, don't you agree Darkvel?" she said harshly.
Darkvel gulped and nodded, calm again.
"Yes."
"Good. You must learn to watch your tongue. It shall get you in trouble." Shiva said gently, lowering her harsh tone from before.
Standing from her ice throne, she waved her hand lazily and the mirror changed into a scene from a village, a man and two kids walking outside, heading to a grocery shop, the kid running around the man, making him rub his forehead in exasperation.
"Force them to this village. The three of them will aid in our plan greatly." Shiva spoke regally, as she walked away, her hips swaying. Before she exited she stopped and looked at Darkvel, "Do not fail. I will send an avalanche their way, make sure they are their when it happens."
Darkvel nodded and disappeared, thanking God she was spared from Shiva's wrath.
"Sephiroth, do you know where we are going?"
"Yes, in a direction." he said in a deadpan voice. She asks this every time we pass a tree, Sephiroth thought, clearly irritated.
Tifa sighed, not aware of the thought that quietly passed through her mind.
I give up.
Sephiroth stopped and put a hand on his hilt. Tifa stopped as well.
"What is it?" The cold was lowering her ability to sense things and she was annoyed by it.
"Monsters. Prepare, Lockhart."
Tifa nodded and pulled out her gloves, this time prepared for anything, unlike the last time. A blood curdling roar broke the eerie silence.
"That's not 'monsters' it's a 'monster'!"
"No. There is more than one," just as he spoke three more roars followed the first.
"What are they?" Tifa said, nervous. She hadn't had to face anything bigger than her for awhile.
"Draeons."
"A what? Do you mean 'dragons'?"
"No, Draeons, they are a breed of dragon and eagles."
Tifa nodded and held her position, no mutated freak was going to kill her. And she hated to say it but she had Sephiroth. He was much stronger than her. He would be able to kill them, right? She shook her head and concentrated on the snowy trees that reminded Tifa of a coat of silky lace.
Sephiroth pulled out his katana with grace unmatched. He held it with one hand and held the blade to the side, his reflection materializing on the flat side of the katana, while he waited for his time to strike.
Four rattles shook their bodies violently, making Tifa stagger a bit. Sephiroth just stood there, unaffected by such petite tremors. Four icy looking dragon heads with feathers coating their necks, shoot up and glared at them. As they broke the tree line, Tifa gasped. Their were only two monsters, but with two heads a piece.
One of the monsters roared and lowered its head, turning slightly to examine the two of them. It's cold eye then went from curiosity to a hard glare, snapping its head back it roared at the other head on its body. The other one looked at them and a frown crossed its face. It opened its mouth and Tifa thought she would have to jump out of the way from an ice attack, but was surprised when it started talking.
"Who are you people? And what are you doing in our forest?"
The other monster was a red color and glared at the blue one.
"Don't try and talk to them! They are intruders, kill them!"
"Do not be a fool, Finara. The man with the sword is strong. We would die almost instantly. Do not misjudge something because it is smaller than you."
Finara snorted and both heads glared down at the trespassers. Tifa looked at Sephiroth, who was sheathing his sword. She whispered harshly to him.
"What are you doing?"
"Leaving."
He began walking off, not bothering to look back to see if Tifa was following. Tifa glanced at the two Draeons nervously, a cold sweat forming on her brow.
For the love of Pete, why do I have to be the peace-maker!
Waving at both monsters she bowed politely.
"Hello fine...creatures of the...forest. I am Tifa, guard of the Sword Master..." she said motioning towards Sephiroth as he kept walking away. She whispered harshly to him, "I could use some help here."
Sephiroth stopped and looked at her, "If you think I'm going to steep to your level and help you, you've got another thing coming." He paid no mind to quieting his voice, making the Draeons look suspiciously at Tifa the supposed "Guard of the Sword Master."
"Don't worry about the Sword Master...he's got a thorn in his-" She began pointing to her butt.
"Lockhart." Sephiroth warned.
"...Fine. He's not feeling good today. So he takes it out on his fellow man." Pouting Tifa waved her hands lazily trying to convince these monsters that she was innocent. Though she wouldn't mind if they toasted her partner. But then she realized that that was a bad idea.
The blue, and what seemed like wiser, Draeon, rose an spiny eyebrow at her, its icy eyes curious as to the commotion and rambling this woman was mumbling to what seemed like no one.
"I am not sure I can believe you in this instance. So for that we can not let you pass either way."
"Yes, I concur." spoke Finara with pleasure, apparently enjoying the agony of others.
"Sephiroth clone." Tifa mumbled to herself as she looked at the Finara, the red Draeon.
Sephiroth rolled his eyes briefly and walked back towards Tifa.
Incompetent, ill-mannered... he thought with annoyance, as he listed the words that described his companion.
"Can you do anything right?" he said to Tifa as he looked at the two Draeons who would not let them pass. He thought of killing them, but he wanted to see what his incompetent companion would do.
"Yes...I just can't list any at this moment in time. Try again later when I'm not in a crappy mood." She then looked back at the Draeons and noticed that one had moved to the place they were trying to leave from while the other one stayed to watch them from behind, making sure they didn't go back down the way they came up.
Just when Tifa was about to use the method known as, I-kick-your-butt-into-next-week, she heard a great rumbling and the earth beneath them began to shake.
"Do you feel that Sephiroth?" She said as her voice shook from vibrations.
"No, I thought it was someone massaging my feet."
"For once could you not talk to me in a sarcastic way!"
"No. I talk to everyone like this."
Tifa fell on her butt as a large vibration shook her to the ground. The two Draeons roared and hissed at the vibrations annoying their feet.
"It is an avalanche! We must leave! Finara, come!"
"What about the pesky humans?!"
"We leave them. They will be lucky if they survive. If they do, then they deserve to live."
"Fine."
Both Draeons stretched their membrane like wings to the sky and began lifting off the ground. As they disappeared from sight, Tifa felt like passing out.
"An avalanche! Oh for crying out loud!"
Sephiroth grabbed Tifa's forearm and began dragging her across the snow, trying to get her to move herself without having to say it.
"I can walk by myself, thank-you very much!" she said as she pulled away from him and stood up. "What do we do now?"
"We run towards where the trees part."
"What part," Tifa looked to her right and saw trees cracking and groaning at the snows pressure as it plummeted down the large over bearing mountain, "never mind, you just lead the way!"
They began running towards the parting of trees, Tifa barely keeping up with Sephiroth(and she was one of the fastest runners in her whole group of friends.) Maybe it was the snow?
Shiva smiled as she saw her plan work. Darkvel had made the Draeons realize there was a intruder in their forest and Shiva had, as she promised, made an avalanche to keep them away from her mountain as part of a test to find the bind's true nature within themselves.
"Good, they have gone on a detour through the village. Now things will become more interesting."
Darkvel looked at Shiva, both afraid and excited as to what she had in store for them.
Yay...finally...it's done. I finished a new chapter! Sorry for the delay in writing. Hope you like this chapter. And I'd love to hear what your favorite parts were! Review, review, review! Also, sorry for any spelling mistakes and such. I will try and look over it later and find any mistakes present.
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