Chapter 12
A/N: Thanks for waiting! I'm going to try to draw this out for a while at least, because I think I have a great ending…though people will be wanting to kill me…or at least those who know me…when it's all said and done. There is the possibility of another story, which would be the explanation of this'n's ending, but I kinda highly doubt it.
Disclaimer: Anything and everything FF. is not mine.
"Kneel," Sephiroth ordered. Harper knelt. What else could she do? Her katana, the Kitsune, lay only a few feet away, but how could she hope to get to it?
The tip of the Masamune still at her throat, Sephiroth picked up her sword and walked around to stand behind her. He was careful not to let the Masamune even scratch her before he sheathed his sword —what he was going to do was what he called special. He knew how much Vincent cared for Harper: just as much, or more, than Cloud Strife had cared for Aeris Gainsborough…
He thrust the Kitsune through her back, down at an angle that glanced her heart. It erupted from her chest, surprising her. Harper slumped forward, but Sephiroth held her up as he knelt in from of her. "Die knowing that this is the way the Cetra, Aeris, died. Die knowing that you can do nothing now, and nothing can be done in order for your life to be saved."
Sephiroth re-drew the Masamune and went off to finish his ordeal with Cloud. With his support gone, Harper fell to her side. She wanted the Kitsune out…the Kitsune… she had been run through with her own sword. She was bleeding badly, but not as much as she thought she should be. She'd be ok as long as the Kitsune stayed right where it was. She'd be ok…for a while…She'd just have to wait a while…
That while wasn't long. Vincent and Cid were running toward her. Her vision was failing, but they were there: she'd be ok for sure now.
A/N: Sorry it's so short, but can I blame it on the want for dramatic affect? If not, too bad. I am anyway.
