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~Abandon~
"Just because you know my name,
Doesn't mean you know my game,
I look myself in the face,
And whisper 'I'm in the wrong place'".
The Outsider, Marina and The Diamonds
"A long time ago, a child was born with hair as white as the virgin snow. A dark temper was bestowed upon him by the gods, and as he grew, he began to kill any in his path, not caring if they were innocent. Women, men, and children fell equally beneath his blade. Even monsters felt his wrath. Slowly, the blinding white hair he had been born with was dyed a crimson red, like the blood of so many he had killed. Then one day, as he slaughtered a beast by the wayside, he saw a beautiful maiden and fell in love with her. Yet, the woman would not come within his reach for fear of his blade. In despair, he called upon the Gods that had cursed him with his insatiable need to kill. If they would allow him the woman he desired, he would lay down his weapons, and never take another life. They agreed, but with a consequence. If he ever brought out his blade again, and killed even the most despicable of creatures, his soul, and that of his descendants would be forfeit for eternity. Hastily he agreed.
For several years, he lived happily with his wife, and she bore him seven children, all of them with hair as white as the virgin snow. White their hair stayed, until the day a group of bandits rode into the town, killing and pillaging. Forgetting his deal with Gods, he picked up his sword once more and protected his family. However honorable his deeds, the pact was broken. His soul was ripped from his body, and red bled into the hair of his children as their own souls were cursed.
They say that all who inherit red hair is born with this curse. Unfortunately, they do not know.
of this, and unknowingly steal the souls of the people around them to fill the void within themselves. Freckles on a ginger's face represent how many souls they have taken.*" The air hung dead around them.
"That's not cool yo." Reno ran a hand through his hair. Sinovia rose a hand to silence him.
"There is one more thing; It is also said that the darker shade of red your hair is, the better the chance you are a direct descendant of the original man himself."
"That story was enjoyable." Sephiroth mused. "Are there any about children born of silver hair?"
"Many, just as there are many variations on the one about red-heads." Reno still looked angry, despite her words. "Reno, it's merely a story. It means nothing."
"Sure." he crossed his arms across his chest. "Let's here about silver-haired people." Sinovia shrugged.
"As you wish." She cleared her throat, searching her mind. Lullabies and such were common among her people when speaking of those with silver hair.
"Of moon's subtle music born,
Ye with silver hair,
Sung into this world by Moon Goddess,
and Nymph Maiden fair,
If a fallen star shall be your heart,
If pale moonlight paint your skin,
Listen well and heed the warning,
If you chose the bloody rose,
You shall be dead by morning."
Sinovia scratched her cheek.
"I can't remember the rest. It's from an old prophecy, I'm sure."
"That wasn't even a story." Reno shook his head, but Sinovia rose an eyebrow.
"All words tell a story, you must simply look for it." Sephiroth's hand, as Sinovia just noticed, had come to rest on her upper calf, fingers drawing soothing circles on it. Sinovia enclosed his hand in hers.
"What are you doing?" She asked, turning to look at him.
"I've always had the desire to kill Sinclaire." He squeezed her thigh lightly, and she saw the light in his eyes shift slightly. Sinovia looked at the machine, noting how close to completion the treatment was. "Kiss me Sinovia." She widened her eyes. "Please." A hand went up and drew itself down her jawline. Sinovia cast a look at the Turks, who had went to talking amongst themselves. Biting her lip, she looked back at Sephiroth, who was calmly awaiting her decision. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Sephiroth seemed to smile, before pressing back softly.
"You want to go to Nibelheim. Wait until hostilities are over, and I will take you myself. I do not trust you with Genesis."Sephiroth gripped her shoulders, he told her, head bowed close to her ear.
"Oh?" She rose an eyebrow.
"He wants you for himself." Sinovia snorted at him.
"How do you know this?" She asked.
"He told me his plans of how to woo you. I will not allow him to take what's mine." Sephiroth growled.
"Just between you and I, I think you're a tad possessive." She pat his head.
"And I think you have little regard for yourself. You are enchanting." Sinovia blushed at his words. Sinovia struggled with this, as she wasn't quite sure she loved him as much as he did her. In fact, she couldn't say she liked him just on a physical level, even though he wasn't very social.
"Sephiroth, don't worry your perfectly conditioned head, I feel no attraction to Genesis."
"Infatuated men do things that seem impossible, including getting the girl." A ding punctuated his sentence, and Sinovia removed the needle, laying a band-aid over it. "Get her out of here." Sephiroth ordered. Sinovia would've disagreed, if not for her being dragged from the room, and into the elevator.
"So, where am I to be holed up for the day?" Sinovia asked, inspecting her nails. She didn't want to show her anger. They were having a moment, after all. Part of Turk and SOLDIER should be 'how to not ruin a moment'. "And thank the Goddess I bought the insurance extension, 'Destroyed by SOLDIER operatives'." She dead-panned. "I also bought the 'terrorist' and 'Turk Operative' package. Do you think that'll cover the damages that may occur?" Reno snickered. "Do you think I'm kidding Reno?"
"Of course not.." he ran a hand through his hair. "Don't worry, you're just under protection by the Turks for the next 48 hours. You can handle that, and Sephiroth can handle himself." he caught her glare. "You just looked like you were concerned, that's all."
"Never. I am, however concerned about Zachary and Cloud." Sinovia pulled her phone, that was roughly the size of her hand, from her pocket. "I'll check up on them."**
"That thing looks like it'd eat your ear." Reno commented.
"It's a phone." She put on her head-piece, sliding her finger along the screen to scroll through the applications. Finding what she was looking for, her face went red as the screen came up.
~I cut this scene, but it will be placed in the outtakes for those who enjoy yaoi.
You can probably guess what Sinovia sees. ;)~
"Cloud Strife, come see me immediately in the Director's office!" Sinovia ordered through her headset. She clicked it off as she saw Reno's face. "Strife's emotional welfare is in danger." She told him. Sinovia turned back to the screen.
"From what? He doesn't get Mako treatments. Kind of scrawny for that, don't ya' think?" Cloud still hadn't moved her screen, so once again she spoke into her microphone, ignoring the Turk.
"Cloud Strife, that was not a suggestion." Cloud slowly extracted himself from Zachary's arms, and grudgingly left the room. Sinovia took off her blue-tooth looking headset, and put it in her pocket along with her phone.
"Can I get an explanation?" Reno asked. Sinovia flicked her eyes in his direction.
"I do believe I already gave you one." The elevator chimed merrily, and the Turks formed a small square around Sinovia, Reno leading them out. Sinovia rolled her eyes, dutifully following as they shepherded her out.
"Excuse me." An annoying, sickly-sweet voice told Reno. Sinovia wrinkled her nose at how child-like it sounded. It almost made her want to throw up.
"Key card?" Reno asked, adjusting his goggles, and twirling his EMR. Flirting mode.
"I hardly think that's necessary." She seemed to sense it, because she flirted back. "I know the head of the science department." Sinovia imagined the hair-flip. Ugh, hair flips. This thought led to her to imagine Sephiroth trying to one, and she covered her mouth to hide her laughter.
"We're going to have to confirm that." Reno looked back at Sinovia, lips turning up into a smile at the disgusted look on her face. "Yo, you know this chick?" He stepped from in front of her, so that she could see the equally displeased look on the face of one of the ugliest women she had ever seen.
"Maybe if she'd get the face off of her make-up, I could identify her." The one female Turk snorted in agreement. The men seemed offended by her remark. The woman pursed her hideously red lips as if Sinovia has just forced her to eat a lemon.
"Alyssa Hanlin. Don't tell me you've forgotten?"
"Believe me, if I had seen something as dreadful as you, I'd remember." The auburn haired woman that was part of her entourage leaned close to her, whispering.
"Kill it before it lay eggs." Sinovia laughed along with her. She wore tall heels, as red as her lips, with a matching suit equally nauseating in color. Dirty blonde hair was pulled back in tight bun. She was either trying to impress a color blind raccoon, (considering how much eye make-up she had layered on) or piss off a bull who wasn't color blind in the least. Maybe both.
"Well, there's your answer. She doesn't know you. Key card?"
"No, Reno. Even with proper clearance, I do not want this woman anywhere near my personal quarters." Reno shrugged, and unclipped his walkie-talkie.
"Oh well, you heard the lady." he talked into the device. "Could you please make your way to the 60th floor and escort a Ms. Hanlin back to visitor floors? Yeah, I can wait."
"How dare you!" She stomped her foot, the heel of it leaving a red smear on the pristine white of it.
"Did you seriously stomp your foot? I thought only underpaid tramps in low budget films did that." she got an angry hiss in response. "On top of that, you scuffed my floor. I do like this floor." Sinovia pointed to the mark.
"Not to mention she clashes terribly with the décor." The female turk hummed.
"You will pay for insulting me!"She growled, looking ready to launch herself past the guards.
"Whoa!" Reno moved in between her and Sinovia once more.
"I think that was a threat." Sinovia inspected her nails with interest.
"Let's not take it that far." he told Sinovia, trying to calm her.
"Why not? They've dressed as a cadet before, cross-dressing is an equally useful disguise." Again, the female Turk burst out in laughter, and she thought she heard a few of her male guards titter as well. Guards poured from the elevator, and before Reno could speak, Sinovia spoke to them.
"Change of plans. Could you please escort Ms. Hanlin from the building? I feel as if she brings direct threat to my person." The guards grabbed her by her upper arms.
"You bitch!" She spat at Sinovia. She received a blow to the face, a little too hard for Sinovia to consider it a slap, from one of the guards.
"You will respect Miss Erminia." he tightened his grip, and gave Sinovia a short bow.
"I've been called worse, but thanks boys." They began to haul the struggling woman out. "Goodbye, Miss Hanlin."
"I don't think she meant to harm you." Reno offered.
"She didn't. It was suspicious that she wanted to go into my personal lab and quarters." This silenced any defense Reno may have given. "Can we go now? Cloud is probably already in the office, wondering where we got to."
Wow, hi guys! Down here!
Did you enjoy this chapter? Cause I enjoyed writing it for you ^^ kind of a filler, not going to lie.
And as always, I love your reviews, so keep them coming!
*This is NOT true. I meant no offense to any gingers out there. This little legend is something I'm writing for speech team. Of course, it's really long for speech team, but that's another thing entirely.
**Those phones are huge. They're like Samsung Galaxies of something. I kind of want one.
Okay, a little shorter then usual, but I thought that was a good place to end it.
