Violence, a little. More than anything, this chapter has a bunch of insanity to it... Random craziness.
That can be a good thing, if you look at it the right way. ^^;; Personally, I think it fits the characters.
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Something had gotten into me; something wild and unfamiliar; something wicked and full of rage. Of course, I had my pent-up anger ebbing away in the depths of my soul, but it had returned, powerfully, vengefully. I then did something I didn't want to do. Once I had done it, I was shocked. Once I had done it, that boiling fury again grew distant. Once I had done it, I immediately regretted it, for reasons unbeknownst to me. There was now an oozing wound, leaking crimson, on the right side of Sephiroth's chest.
Not believing my own actions, my fingers numbly released the Masamune, and it hit the floor, making the only noise that would be heard in that long moment. Neither of us seemed to trust the reality of the situation. But before long, the demon side of me took control again.
"You..." I was on him in seconds, pinning him to the floor. A slight trace of pain gleamed in his eyes, but other than that, he retained all the emotion he could from me. Securing his arms to the hard wood with my hands, I soon found myself kissing the torn flesh of his chest. As I did so, I felt his muscles tense, so I backed away. "You'll suffer as I have..." Letting go of him entirely, I stood up and wiped his blood from my face with a hand.
By this time, I was back to myself, strongly fighting the plague of festering anger within me. However, even in this mood, I felt like I should leave him on his own; he had done so many of the same things to me, and it would only be fitting. "Killed by your own sword," I scoffed.
At this point, I became aware that he realized I didn't intend on helping him. His eyes, filling with pain and slightly with tears because of it, pierced my hard shell and I found that I was fighting myself inside. He deserved this! It wasn't even full compensation for everything he had done to me. But I knew how badly it felt to have body and spirit broken in such a way, and wanted badly to take it back.
Finally changing my mind, I went to the dresser and retrieved a Potion. I knelt down beside him, actually half lying on the ground, and offered the open bottle to him. When he turned his head away from me, I was a little taken aback.
"I... won't take... your help," he uttered. I could tell he was straining for breath.
Not bothering to reply, I had ideas of my own. Rather than forcing the liquid down his throat, I poured a good amount into my own mouth. It was only then I noticed how foul the liquid tasted... but perhaps it was because I had no wound. Using a firm grip on his chin to tip his face toward me, I leaned over him, then locked my lips with his. I would refuse to stop until he had allowed the Potion into his own mouth, and had swallowed it. Surprisingly, he resisted not at all, and the task was quickly finished. I left him on the floor and climbed back onto the bed in a sitting position, reflecting.
Why had I been so fickle? One moment, even after the demon side was gone, I had been bent on watching him die before me... but then, in only seconds, my feelings changed and I had given him aid. I felt myself breaking down. Starring at the bed sheets in a trance, my mind wandered and began to contemplate what else I didn't know about my emotions.
"What's the matter?" an empty voice asked me. I dared not look up at him. Apparently, he didn't seem to notice I wanted him to leave. "You're crying."
Was I really...? I touched my cheek with my fingertips and felt drops--tears that had been rolling down my skin. This was something I couldn't understand. I hadn't even noticed this before he told me.
Now I looked to Sephiroth, who was by the wall near the door; my eyes were slightly clouded over, and I found that I couldn't bring myself to speak. What did he think of me now? Would he realize my act was out of madness, or would he be angry?
A smirk. "I saw Mother in you. Merciless and powerful." He shook his head, and opened the door to leave. "You did save my life. While I am grateful, I'm also shamed by my weakness." His final words. He exited the room sullenly.
That can be a good thing, if you look at it the right way. ^^;; Personally, I think it fits the characters.
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Something had gotten into me; something wild and unfamiliar; something wicked and full of rage. Of course, I had my pent-up anger ebbing away in the depths of my soul, but it had returned, powerfully, vengefully. I then did something I didn't want to do. Once I had done it, I was shocked. Once I had done it, that boiling fury again grew distant. Once I had done it, I immediately regretted it, for reasons unbeknownst to me. There was now an oozing wound, leaking crimson, on the right side of Sephiroth's chest.
Not believing my own actions, my fingers numbly released the Masamune, and it hit the floor, making the only noise that would be heard in that long moment. Neither of us seemed to trust the reality of the situation. But before long, the demon side of me took control again.
"You..." I was on him in seconds, pinning him to the floor. A slight trace of pain gleamed in his eyes, but other than that, he retained all the emotion he could from me. Securing his arms to the hard wood with my hands, I soon found myself kissing the torn flesh of his chest. As I did so, I felt his muscles tense, so I backed away. "You'll suffer as I have..." Letting go of him entirely, I stood up and wiped his blood from my face with a hand.
By this time, I was back to myself, strongly fighting the plague of festering anger within me. However, even in this mood, I felt like I should leave him on his own; he had done so many of the same things to me, and it would only be fitting. "Killed by your own sword," I scoffed.
At this point, I became aware that he realized I didn't intend on helping him. His eyes, filling with pain and slightly with tears because of it, pierced my hard shell and I found that I was fighting myself inside. He deserved this! It wasn't even full compensation for everything he had done to me. But I knew how badly it felt to have body and spirit broken in such a way, and wanted badly to take it back.
Finally changing my mind, I went to the dresser and retrieved a Potion. I knelt down beside him, actually half lying on the ground, and offered the open bottle to him. When he turned his head away from me, I was a little taken aback.
"I... won't take... your help," he uttered. I could tell he was straining for breath.
Not bothering to reply, I had ideas of my own. Rather than forcing the liquid down his throat, I poured a good amount into my own mouth. It was only then I noticed how foul the liquid tasted... but perhaps it was because I had no wound. Using a firm grip on his chin to tip his face toward me, I leaned over him, then locked my lips with his. I would refuse to stop until he had allowed the Potion into his own mouth, and had swallowed it. Surprisingly, he resisted not at all, and the task was quickly finished. I left him on the floor and climbed back onto the bed in a sitting position, reflecting.
Why had I been so fickle? One moment, even after the demon side was gone, I had been bent on watching him die before me... but then, in only seconds, my feelings changed and I had given him aid. I felt myself breaking down. Starring at the bed sheets in a trance, my mind wandered and began to contemplate what else I didn't know about my emotions.
"What's the matter?" an empty voice asked me. I dared not look up at him. Apparently, he didn't seem to notice I wanted him to leave. "You're crying."
Was I really...? I touched my cheek with my fingertips and felt drops--tears that had been rolling down my skin. This was something I couldn't understand. I hadn't even noticed this before he told me.
Now I looked to Sephiroth, who was by the wall near the door; my eyes were slightly clouded over, and I found that I couldn't bring myself to speak. What did he think of me now? Would he realize my act was out of madness, or would he be angry?
A smirk. "I saw Mother in you. Merciless and powerful." He shook his head, and opened the door to leave. "You did save my life. While I am grateful, I'm also shamed by my weakness." His final words. He exited the room sullenly.