AN: Sorry for the slight delay! I couldn't decide what should happen, but I'm relatively happy with my decision now. I hope you all like it!
Warnings: Violence, Sephiroth.
The General pushed open the door and walked inside. There was no hesitation now, no plans to back down or stop this game. The power he had desired was within his grasp, and he refused to let it go. With this president removed, only Rufus would remain, and Rufus was within Sephiroth's control, would do everything he asked for. His hand rested on the hilt of his infamous sword.
The President was pouring over paperwork on his desk, forehead damp with sweat. He was panting slightly with the exhaustion of trying to remain upright, and manipulating his ludicrous bulk into his seat. He heard the door open, and glanced up.
"Ah, Sephiroth. I am glad you are here, I need to review the military policy."
Sephiroth nodded, closing the door and then walking closer rapidly. He smiled at the President, the most powerful man in the world, and the one whom he would soon kill.
"Of course Sir." He reached the desk and drew his sword. The President eyed him with concern, backing up against his seat.
"Sephiroth…what are you…"
Sephiroth lunged forwards and thrust his sword into the President's chest, watching the vivid red blood come gurgling up from the wound and his mouth. Sephiroth pulled his sword out, wiping it clean on the dying man's red jacket. The blood barely showed, unlike the stream which was rapidly pooling on the desk. He turned his back on the man and walked away. He smirked slightly. The plan was going so well, and all he had to do was show Rufus what he had done for him, and he would take control through the young man, who would become his puppet. He waited until the man had let out his last rattling breath, and then walked out, careful to close the door.
"Rufus?" He called, smiling at the small boy who was still sat in his desk. Rufus looked up anxiously.
"Is it done? Is he…" Rufus sighed, words failing him. Sephiroth smiled and nodded, walking closer and kneeling to kiss the new President's hand. That done, he wrapped his elegant fingers around the boy's, feeling his gaze upon him.
"Let me show you…"
Rufus nodded and got to his feet, staring in wonder at the man before him. He had done what he had hoped, had freed him from his father's control. He truly was wonderful, and so exquisitely loyal.
"You may stand." Sephiroth stood and led him to the office of his newly-murdered father.
Rufus pushed open the door and froze. His father, the man who had guided him and instructed him, even when he had been far too harsh, was slumped over the desk, his blood still soaking the paperwork as it slowly dried. He felt tears beading up in his eyes, but he forced them away. He ran forwards, away from Sephiroth, and held one of his father's hands. Though still warm, it was beginning to cool, and had an eerie clamminess which it had never had in life. But he would never be alive again. Rufus had longed for control of the company, but the sudden realisation that he had caused his father's death made him feel sick. It was a show of weakness which normally would not have allowed, but he was too stunned to control it.
Sephiroth watched as his plan began to fall apart. This would not work, this wasn't acceptable. He strode towards the boy, and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close against his chest. He stroked his back. Rufus gasped as he faced pale sculpted flesh, and was reminded why he had given the order. He leant forwards, to nuzzle his face against him, and then Sephiroth took his jaw gently and lifted it, kissing him gently. Rufus looked up at him with devotion, and smiled. Sephiroth knew then at that moment that Rufus had his doubts, but was still his.
Sephiroth spoke softly, stroking the boy's hair.
"We can be together now. Forever. There is no one who can stop us."
