Sweet Dreams
Chapter Two: The Day Ends With A Brooding Heart
He had watched her, his eyes cunning and thoughtful. For hours during her sleep, he had surveyed her. Taken in everything about her. It had been so long since he had seen his beautiful Cetran princess. To long.
He remembered everything about their last meeting. Driving his long katana through her flesh. Seeing her die. Whispering into her ear, those two word..sweet dreams. Of course it had only been one of his clones, but he had seen it; And deep inside, in an area which had long since frozen over, he had hurt. The Great Sephiroth had actually hurt.all for her.
He was divided. He hated her, for making him show some weakness. He loved her, for something deep within. How he wanted her dead! How he wanted to be with her.How he longed for her, and yet, they could never be.
Sephiroth had no idea why he was back. Why the lifestream had allowed him to return to the Planet, why anyone or thing could ever trust him again. He had no idea what to do with his life, all he had ever known was.Jenova, she had been the only one who had ever cared for him.but she hadn't, she had only pretended to give a damn about him, and in the end.she had betrayed him, just like everyone else.
He was not the betrayer, he was the betrayed; but that was fine, he no longer cared, as long as he could watch his Cetran princess, he had almost, almost been happy when he heard a beautiful lady with long brown hair, and deep green eyes had somehow, magically reappeared in the shady town of Midgar.almost.
He stood alert as he noticed her awaken, he turned away as she began to undress, although he was tempted, out of lust to watch but he knew, if he did, he would have to have her.that he would give into lust, and for some reason, that wasn't what he wanted. He respected her, for some odd reason, perhaps it was because even though she was weak physically she had still braved her chances against him so long ago, perhaps not, it didn't matter.
All that day he followed her, through the slums, into her church, through Wall Market. He had watched her as she sold flowers to a man on the street, he had watched them converse, watch them talk, watch them left, and watched.as the man gave her a rather large bag of gil for a bushel of beautiful flowers.and he had envied the man, envied him just for the fact he had talked to HIS Cetran princess, his prize.his, all his, only his.
Lust.that was all he felt for this.this girl, yes that was all. Or so he tried to convince himself that was all, but deep inside, in that long frozen over area, he knew it wasn't.but he would never admit that, not to her, nor anyone else. If he were to ever talk to her, he would treat her cruelly, like she was an animal. Like she was beneath him, like she was nothing.
He had always been like that, cruel to others, everyone was beneath him.for he was The Great General Sephiroth, but he had to remember, he was no longer great. Those who had seen him had merely laughed and called him a "poser", what fools!
He had been so lost in thought, but his instincts were still alert due to the intense training he had gone through as a SOLDIER. His feet had carried him after the young Cetran girl, keeping him in the shadows, far enough as not to be seen, yet close enough so that he could smell the wonderfully sweet, earthy smell of the object of his affection, of his lust.
Shaking his foolishly mortal thoughts from his mind he opened his eyes to what was going on. He noticed, that the girl, the Cetra, had stopped abruptly and towering over her stood a whole gang of.ruffians.
Covered in grime they smiled at his Cetra with missing teeth, and stinking breath. They loomed over her, watching her, smiling down upon her, and she stood there, rooted with fear. She was clinging to the handle of the whicker basket she held, shaking.
"Why hello, pretty little flower girl," one of the goons began, and grabbing her wrists, as she dropped her basket, pushed her hard against the wall, "How about you treat us to.yourself?"
Sephiroth was disgusted by this, grabbing tightly to his katana he rushed from the shadows, he would cut these fools down, he would make them pay.make them die! She was his! She belonged to HIM!
Chapter Two: The Day Ends With A Brooding Heart
He had watched her, his eyes cunning and thoughtful. For hours during her sleep, he had surveyed her. Taken in everything about her. It had been so long since he had seen his beautiful Cetran princess. To long.
He remembered everything about their last meeting. Driving his long katana through her flesh. Seeing her die. Whispering into her ear, those two word..sweet dreams. Of course it had only been one of his clones, but he had seen it; And deep inside, in an area which had long since frozen over, he had hurt. The Great Sephiroth had actually hurt.all for her.
He was divided. He hated her, for making him show some weakness. He loved her, for something deep within. How he wanted her dead! How he wanted to be with her.How he longed for her, and yet, they could never be.
Sephiroth had no idea why he was back. Why the lifestream had allowed him to return to the Planet, why anyone or thing could ever trust him again. He had no idea what to do with his life, all he had ever known was.Jenova, she had been the only one who had ever cared for him.but she hadn't, she had only pretended to give a damn about him, and in the end.she had betrayed him, just like everyone else.
He was not the betrayer, he was the betrayed; but that was fine, he no longer cared, as long as he could watch his Cetran princess, he had almost, almost been happy when he heard a beautiful lady with long brown hair, and deep green eyes had somehow, magically reappeared in the shady town of Midgar.almost.
He stood alert as he noticed her awaken, he turned away as she began to undress, although he was tempted, out of lust to watch but he knew, if he did, he would have to have her.that he would give into lust, and for some reason, that wasn't what he wanted. He respected her, for some odd reason, perhaps it was because even though she was weak physically she had still braved her chances against him so long ago, perhaps not, it didn't matter.
All that day he followed her, through the slums, into her church, through Wall Market. He had watched her as she sold flowers to a man on the street, he had watched them converse, watch them talk, watch them left, and watched.as the man gave her a rather large bag of gil for a bushel of beautiful flowers.and he had envied the man, envied him just for the fact he had talked to HIS Cetran princess, his prize.his, all his, only his.
Lust.that was all he felt for this.this girl, yes that was all. Or so he tried to convince himself that was all, but deep inside, in that long frozen over area, he knew it wasn't.but he would never admit that, not to her, nor anyone else. If he were to ever talk to her, he would treat her cruelly, like she was an animal. Like she was beneath him, like she was nothing.
He had always been like that, cruel to others, everyone was beneath him.for he was The Great General Sephiroth, but he had to remember, he was no longer great. Those who had seen him had merely laughed and called him a "poser", what fools!
He had been so lost in thought, but his instincts were still alert due to the intense training he had gone through as a SOLDIER. His feet had carried him after the young Cetran girl, keeping him in the shadows, far enough as not to be seen, yet close enough so that he could smell the wonderfully sweet, earthy smell of the object of his affection, of his lust.
Shaking his foolishly mortal thoughts from his mind he opened his eyes to what was going on. He noticed, that the girl, the Cetra, had stopped abruptly and towering over her stood a whole gang of.ruffians.
Covered in grime they smiled at his Cetra with missing teeth, and stinking breath. They loomed over her, watching her, smiling down upon her, and she stood there, rooted with fear. She was clinging to the handle of the whicker basket she held, shaking.
"Why hello, pretty little flower girl," one of the goons began, and grabbing her wrists, as she dropped her basket, pushed her hard against the wall, "How about you treat us to.yourself?"
Sephiroth was disgusted by this, grabbing tightly to his katana he rushed from the shadows, he would cut these fools down, he would make them pay.make them die! She was his! She belonged to HIM!