Okay, so I changed the title, and hope no one minds. It seemed to me like the title didn't ft. As I thought about it and the plot in my mind, the relationship goes farther than I had expected. I lost control of it. So I decided a title change was needed, as the Master/slave relationship was far more than that. So, new title, same story. Enjoy~!


I knew it! I knew that Sephiroth would come for me! There was no way that he would leave me here. Just the sight of the silver haired angel made my heart swell. I felt like running to his arms, but the pain in my leg was too much for me to do that. Instead, I continued to work my way as fast as my body could move using the Buster Blade as a crutch toward him.

The sight of me must have distracted Sephiroth, because when I looked up again, he was bleeding, a bullet having gone through his arm. I howled out in rage, eyes flashing a shade of green as I moved faster. Vincent, one of my allies, was attacking the man I had fallen in love with. This was not going to bode well. I let out a snarl as I lifted the blade, no longer using it for a crutch and swinging it down toward Vincent.

Of course, he was faster. Vincent sidestepped, glaring toward me with confusion. He held one gun toward me, and looked at Sephiroth. The confusion was plain on his face. Sephiroth hissed in response, glaring toward Vincent before looking back toward me. I could tell that he wanted to go to me, to ensure that I was all right, but the gun was too close for him to be able to do that, and the others were gathering toward our small group faster than he wished.

Sephiroth howled out in light pain and major anger. He whipped his blade around, smashing it against Cerberus with a loud clang. Vincent snarled, firing a few times before jumping back. It was then that Yuffie appeared, throwing her giant ninja star at the silver haired male. The tip caught his shoulder, ripping into it and shooting away seconds later. Sephiroth glared, lifting a hand and shooting a beam of green mako toward her. Yuffie, in turn, jumped away, laughing happily at the thrill of battle.

Aerith was at my side by then, pulling me away from the group and getting me out of battle. I fought lightly against her, wanting to stay near Sephiroth. He saw what was happening, and quickly moved to aid me. It proved to be a mistake, as seconds later Cid's staff came in contact with his back. Sephiroth hissed, turning sharply and slashing down at Cid only to come in contact with a bullet and then another in his hand. He switched hands, holding the blade in the non-damaged one before growling.

I had to take action. Not wanting to hurt Aerith too bad, I pushed against her, feeling her stumble back. Muttering a sorry, I limped quickly toward the battle, throwing myself between my friends and Sephiroth. The move halted all attacks, making the three stare in shock while Sephiroth panted and hissed behind me. I looked back, wanting to instantly go to him when I felt a familiar metal hand clasp around my arm and yank me forward, holding me away from Sephiroth.

That had been a big mistake.

"Release my Cloud and step away." Sephiroth demanded, anger rising.

"He s not yours. Cloud is our friend!" Yuffie shouted, now standing behind Sephiroth, weapon ready.

"Guys-"

"Yeah! Ya'll just need to skadadle outta here this instant before we rip into ya!" Cid snapped.

Sephiroth glared, lifting his blade toward the cowboy. "Give. Me. Cloud."

"No!" Tifa said, standing close to me.

"Guys!"

"I suggest you leave." Vincent said, voice cold.

"Listen here, you incompetent fools. Cloud is mine. And I won't have you-"

"GUYS!"

It finally seemed like my shouting got to them, as all eyes turned to me. I let out a small huff, glaring and using the blade once again to hold myself up. "Look, I tried to tell you before but none of you listened. I've decided to stay with Sephiroth. He's not lying when he says that I'm his. Now, if you'll excuse me, I want to be able to make sure you didn't hurt him when you all decided that I needed rescuing so damn bad. I can take care of myself, thank you."

Without further notice, I limped past Vincent's gun, and toward Sephiroth. He looked toward me, pride in those green eyes. I felt at home when I was near him. Almost as soon as I was within reach, Sephiroth pulled me to him. He held me to his chest, supporting me and running his hands feather like over my body. I felt a shiver run up along my spine and sighed, allowing the touches and hissing when he felt over a spot that hurt.

"You bastards." Sephiroth hissed, mako energy leaking from him.

The entire group was still stunned. I sighed, shaking my head, "You can't blame them, Sephiroth. They didn't know what the hell was going on, and it didn't help that you were the one fighting them, you know."

The green eyes were turned down to look at me, staring in minor confusion. I shrugged, looking back over my shoulder toward my recovering friends. Not wishing to be here any more, I reached up and tugged gently at some of Sephiroth's bangs. He glared playfully, shaking his head some and letting out a rich laugh. The sound sent more shivers down my spine, and I let out a small groan, burying my head into his shoulder. Just the sound of him was starting to turn me on.

"I believe it is time to take my Cloud home." Sephiroth cooed, wrapping his arms tightly around my body.

I held to his chest, nodding gently and letting out a content sigh. Sephiroth reached down, picking me up bridal style. I shifted closer, wrapping my arms about his neck and looking over his shoulder as he started to walk away, staring back toward my friends. They continued to stare, but I saw Aerith in the back, smiling lightly and waving. I smiled back, nodding my head toward her as Sephiroth took me back home.

Sephiroth

I finally had him back in my arms. My Cloud, my one and only complement. Though he was hurt, I knew he cared for my injuries more, so I was playing it off like it was mere scratches. I held him tightly to my chest, relishing in the heat he gave off. He was so willing to come back into my arms. It felt as if we were whole again, and I knew that Cloud felt the same way. I looked down, watching as he nodded toward that girl before exiting the gates and walking along the desert toward my palace, my kingdom, and my bed, where I would heal my Cloud's wounds.

When his friends were out of sight, Cloud seemed to realize the position we were in. He started to struggle, glaring and huffing. I stopped walking, looking down at him in utter confusion. He pressed against my chest, forcing me to put him down or have fear of damaging us both. I continued to stare, unsure what in the world he was doing now. Was he not comfortable in my arms? I thought he would have been happy…

"Sephiroth! You're injured and carrying me. God, how can you be so idiotic?" Cloud snapped, turning on his heel and marching himself toward the castle, more in a limp fashion.

I glared, arching an eyebrow before reaching out and snagging his elbow. Turning him around, I pulled him back to my chest and held him still. He struggled, glaring once more and looking up in anger and pain. I ignored the look, gripping his chin and tilting it up to force the male to look at me and only me. He blinked, blue eyes holding nothing but trust toward me.

"Cloud, you will allow me to do what I wish. And do not think that slip past me." I hissed, picking the boy up once more and marching him down toward the castle again.

Needless to say, Cloud was pouting the entire trip. When I got back, Cloud in arms, cheers rang about from my people. I nodded to them, wasting no time in marching myself up and into the castle. Once there, Cloud seemed to relax, like he was feeling more at home than ever. I walked slowly, taking us to my room where we could help each other heal, and relish in a loving embrace of reunion.