Truth and Consequences:
Truth
Disclaimer: Dude, I totally don't own FF7, Square does. Bummer.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: All the secrets come out. Seth's POV
Author's Note: Cool, I finally got to the third part. Shweet! Enjoy.
I opened my eyes that morning and realized, I have to tell her before it's too late. Then, I realized it all ready was too late. I love her and she will never know. Never, because I can't hurt her that bad. She should not have to choose between me and him. How could she?
The group sits down at the converse table in the Highwind and stare at me. I give them a look that asks them what's going on. She tells me that they want to know about my past, all of it. I look at each of them, take a deep breath, and I lock eyes with her. Then, I tell them my story.
I was created in a lab by my father, Hojo. He kept me at the Shinra building in an incubator until it was safe for me to be "born". My mother, Jenova, was being kept at Shinra for their little tests on her. I never knew her, never met her; never wanted to.
My brother, on the other hand, I met. If I remember clearly, it was a short time before he had gone completely nuts. Hojo introduced us. It was the one thing I was grateful to him for. I had been glad to meet my brother before he'd gone crazy.
When I was no more than 12 I started working for Shinra as a research scientist. My father employed my under what was called "The Legion Project". It was science used to raise the dead, particularly, a women named Lucrecia. I asked who she was and was told by Hojo that she had been the one who had given birth to Sephiroth.
We started with animals until one day he told me we should try it on a human. I was against his ruthless ideas from that day forth.
"Hojo, I can't. It is unethical to say the least," I argued to him. He stood across from me in the board room of the Shinra building.
"Seth, the president wants results and he wants them with humans. He does not give a damn if some 15 year old kid thinks it's unethical," Hojo calmly replied. I had always hated it when he would do that. The worst thing about it was that he knew how much it irritated me.
"I won't be a part of this. Never. Not ever," I yelled back, despite myself. Hojo looked back calmly. His look told me that he knew I'd give in sooner or later. It was than that I punched my father, braking his nose.
As his blood spilled onto the floor I ran out as fast as I could and did not return until many years later.
It was three months after my twenty-first birthday when I'd heard of poor Aeris's death and that her killer was none other then my own brother, my own flesh and blood. I had never agreed with the project but, as I had said before, I just could not let such beauty die.
After my father's death I went on the search for this girl. By the time I found her deceased body Meteor was already gone. She was strong, even in death. The first expiriment was completed when Aeris opened her beautiful eyes and smiled at me.
I kept her with me and helped her gain her strength back for a year before writing Cloud and telling him his beloved Aeris was alive and as pretty as ever. The rest, as they say is history.
There was one important detail I left out of my story, in that year and two months I kept Aeris I had fallen in love with her. It was to my belief that she had fallen in love with me as well. When she agreed to marry Cloud, it was like a knife ripped through my heart.
"I love you, Aeris," I whisper to her in the dead of night on the deck of the Highwind. She looks at me with what I believe was a spot of confusion. Her eyes went down to that shiny diamond Cloud had placed on her finger not a day ago. Aeris's eyes found mine again.
"I love you, too, Seth," Aeris replied. At first I thought I had mistaken her, but then those soft lips pressed themselves against my own. We put our arms around each other. We were so caught up in the moment we didn't even hear the approaching footsteps.
"What the hell are you doing!" Cid's voice exploded behind us.
TO BE CONTINUED…
End Note: Okay, was it good. Please review and tell me. J