Whisper
A/N: and after that note the story is back :D
Jenova scowled in concentration. His mind was resisting the change; obviously he was a lot stronger than she had first thought.
Why? Couldn't he see that this was a golden opportunity to rid the planet of the unworthy mortals?
Maybe she was trying the wrong approach, with a twisted smile she set to work. Changing the tone of her whispers from a commanding order to a soft murmur.
"Come to Mother my son, come and I will make all the pain go away"
Pain he would soon feel, with a smirk she began to speed up a process that had started since he arrived in Nibelheim.
Chaos sat near the window and stared out at the sky, it was pitch black and occasional flash of lightening light up the sky. He spread out his wings slightly and rested them by his sides.
He was used to keeping watch, while his pack slept he would stay awake and watch over them, he'd always been chosen for it until the night he'd fallen asleep and another pack had come and slaughtered them all. His mate had killed when she had tried to protect him; he still bore the scars of their attack. Two starting at the corners of both his eyes and running down his cheeks and two others starting from the corners of his mouth, across his face then running diagonally up.
It was an unusual coincidence that his mate had been called Harmony, Harmony and Chaos. He occasionally teased her by suggesting they would name their hatchlings Discord and Peace. It had been his dream to raise a pack and travel, discovering different planets. After Harmony had been killed he had offered his service to the Goddess willingly.
He still didn't regret that decision.
He tilted his head as a low noise reached him; he wasn't going to let any others die while he was watching over them.
He stood and walked back into their room casting a wary eye over their beds, nothing seemed to be wrong. He turned to go when movement caught his eye and he turned back crouching slightly in defence.
"Cool down Chaos"
"Zack" he growled and straightened up "I was about to leap at you"
Zack winced "I would've had some broken bones huh?"
"I could have fixed them"
"Yeah well, better safe than sorry" Zack held out his hand "sorry"
Chaos took it with a puzzled expression "why should you be sorry?"
"For interrupting your watch and your thoughts" he grinned apologetically and Chaos returned the smile.
"Why were you awake anyway?"
"Wanted some fresh air" Zack stretched and yawned widely "and sticking my head out the window didn't do me any favours"
Chaos grinned mischievously "Zack, have you ever flown before"
"Actually yes" Zack laughed "sorry if I burst your bubble"
"You obviously get around"
"Yep"
Chaos frowned thoughtfully "so you do want to go for a ride?"
"Why not?" Zack grinned and walked past the demon "this'll be fun!"
It had been too easy really
No one had suspected a thing when he ditched his coat and walked into the inn, no one had been told to look out for him though he did get a few curious looks which he quickly stared down. No one would question him again once he had gone through with his plan.
Jenova's little 'take over operation' hadn't gone according plan and to strengthen her control she had instructed him to get a sample of Sephiroth's blood.
But he intended to do more than just take a sample; it was more personal than that now.
He blamed Sephiroth now, at first he thought it had been his fault that he had been in the wrong for trying to challenge Sephiroth alone, maybe it was Jenova's influence trying to corrupt his thoughts. Even if it was, it was a relief to place the blame on someone else's shoulders. Sephiroth could have refused to fight him after all.
He wouldn't kill him, he wouldn't sink that low. He'd just meant to scar him, both physically and psychologically, he'd have to wake everyday knowing he'd never be the same again, just like Genesis did.
He toyed the hilt of the knife and stared at the blade, it was too much of a coincidence that Angeal had given him the blade; it was a present for successfully getting into SOLDIER. Ironically after that he had met Sephiroth.
He was standing over him now, watching him sleep. Laying his on stomach, his silver hair flowing down his back in waves. He looked unearthly as usual which made Genesis's hopes sink, he couldn't possibly do what he was planning, it felt too personal now for him to consider, injuring Seph in that way.
He reached up and touched his own shoulder, it seemed only fair that Seph should suffer as he had, but where to make the disfiguring mark?
He unfolded his wing and gazed at it thoughtfully, his wing had burst from his left shoulder, away from his dominant side. So it was only fitting that he should cut Sephiroth's right shoulder.
Maybe something will happen he mused as he lifted the knife after all his cells are almost the same.
Sephiroth screamed.
Chaos flinched and dropped to the ground in agony, dislodging Zack from his place on his back. The pain Sephiroth felt was nothing compared to his, it was echoed across their metal link and strengthened by the fury of the Goddess.
"Forgive me" he moaned and let out a pitiful whine of anguish.
"Chaos, what's wrong?"
Chaos felt grateful for his concern but Sephiroth was hurt, he was the one needed that sympathy. He dragged himself up to his feet and frowned.
He felt Sephiroth's pain but that wasn't what had confused him. Now he could sense a cold brutality and murderous intentions.
Without a backwards glance, he hurried towards the inn not caring who saw him now.
Something was horribly wrong.
kinda short this time isn't it?
oh well the next chapter is longer
