Disclaimer: I disclaim Sephiroth…(obviously) and all Shrina employees 'cept for the lab assistant… And all paragraphs with ^^ -Those were used by Kate Seredy in describing Attila the Hun in "The White Stag" I thought it was rather suitable for Sephy, so I changed it accordingly.
Sephiroth
~Chapter 1~
^ And on the dissection table, a new born child cried bitterly, cried for the comfort and warmth and tender love, cried for the things he was never to know. ^
"Poor kid." One of the lab assistants commented while transporting Luceria and her sedated son to Hojo's lab.
" You know better to interfere with Hojo's experiments. He took out the leader of the Turks, not to mention many emotional idealists who meddle with his stuff."
"But… He looks so sweet and innocent. Who said that he must he be condemned to this surely fatal fate in the lab?"
" Hojo, and in other words, President Shrina. And for god's sake, stop pitying him! President Shrina controls the whole Planet, and if he wants you dead, you're dead."
" If I could save him…"
" If, if, if! The world does not revolve around the word if. You applied for this job, you got it, so behave like you're in it! Continue suggesting anything and I'll report you to Hojo! "
"……"
Later, in the Lab…
"How are you, my dear?" Hojo asked the just awakened Sephiroth in a voice so sweet that it's disgusting. Sephiroth, of course, bawled as loudly as he could. Hojo's eyes flashed dangerously. " How dare you cry! You are to be the ruler of the Planet! And presidents don't cry! Fear is sin. Weakness is sin. I demand utter silence!" Sephiroth howled like mad in reply. "I said, I DEMAND UTTER SILENCE!" Hojo shouted. Sephiroth continued his infernal wail. Hojo turned away to an assistant nearby, and ordered in a barely controlled voice for Sephiroth to be sedated once again and denied food.
Seven days later…
" So here we are, on the seventh day of your birth." Hojo hissed to Sephiroth. Sephiroth did not cry for the first time in the seven days. He just stared back at Hojo. To others this would have been unnatural, but to Hojo, this meant that Sephiroth had toughened. Only then did he laugh maniacally at his achievement, his crime in forcing a young boy to be so broken he obeys his every command.
^ And Sephiroth, who from the moment of his tragic birth had been deprived of love, tenderness, and comfort, who won the pity of many, but the many who were helpless to save him, grew hard as steel in body and soul. He had learnt not to cry when he was but a few days old. Crying did not help, crying only brought a voice colder than the freezing temperatures in the Lab, sharper then the pangs of hunger. ^
^The only lullabies he had ever known was the humming of the electric machines connected to him for what seems like eternity, and the screaming voice of Hojo, his father. His only toys were sharp weapons, and he soon learnt not to cut himself, for if he did and whimpered with pain, Hojo's icy eyes would freeze the very whimpers in his throat. ^
He was mostly cared for by Shrina lab assistants, ever careful with his diet and knowledge. He never knew what a true father meant, what love meant, and what mother meant. Life was just giving tissue samples again and again everyday, while people who acted like robots gave him food via an IV tube.
^ He was hardly old enough to walk when he was strapped to a chocobo and made to ride at the side of his instructor for long, weary hours. His father was never there; he was always too busy analyzing samples. He had learnt to handle pistols and taught to wield long, heavy swords before his speech lost his childish lisp. His young muscles stretched, grew taut and strong, and if they sometimes ached almost unbearably no one ever knew. ^
All he wanted was for somebody to talk to him, for someone to exchange thoughts with him. He didn't know what a friend is, but he desperately needed one. Shrina wanted an ultimate weapon, Hojo wanted a strong and powerful robot, but neither of them thought of what Sephiroth wanted for himself. He wanted a friend.
When he was but one years old, he asked a lab assistant why he must be stuck with painful needles and have blood drawn out of him every single day. The assistant didn't answer, so he never asked again. Little did he know that the lab assistant was the one who had felt sorry for him when he was born. The assistant would have gladly answered him, if not for the ever watching cameras in the lab.
That night the young lab assistant tossed and turned in her sleep, the face of Sephiroth ever present behind her closed eyelids. His question had struck a chord in her heart, a heart that should have became stone the moment she joined Shrina. But she did nothing. It was impossible to do anything.
For many a night the assistant thought about Sephiroth, for many a night she plotted to save him, but reality often slapped her in her face when she woke up the next day. She suffered each slap soundlessly, still scheming every night. When she joined Shrina and became Hojo's lab assistant, she was made to take a vow to disown all relatives and to never to marry. She had wanted children very badly, but once you became Hojo's lab assistant, it was for life, unless you wish to be his next experiment.
She took Sephiroth as her son, (after all, she was in charge of all his needs,) but with the cameras, nothing could be done to save him. No one in Shrina would help her too. There was only one way - to join the rebels.
End
P.S. STOP! Everything will work out, I tell you. Everything will work out. Probable flames -- What the heck are you trying to pull!?!?!? and…AHH!! NO!!! WAIT!!! *perishes under a torrent of flames. * Comes out a little toasted. * Phew… AHH!!!! * This time really perished under ten barrages of flames. *
Sephiroth
~Chapter 1~
^ And on the dissection table, a new born child cried bitterly, cried for the comfort and warmth and tender love, cried for the things he was never to know. ^
"Poor kid." One of the lab assistants commented while transporting Luceria and her sedated son to Hojo's lab.
" You know better to interfere with Hojo's experiments. He took out the leader of the Turks, not to mention many emotional idealists who meddle with his stuff."
"But… He looks so sweet and innocent. Who said that he must he be condemned to this surely fatal fate in the lab?"
" Hojo, and in other words, President Shrina. And for god's sake, stop pitying him! President Shrina controls the whole Planet, and if he wants you dead, you're dead."
" If I could save him…"
" If, if, if! The world does not revolve around the word if. You applied for this job, you got it, so behave like you're in it! Continue suggesting anything and I'll report you to Hojo! "
"……"
Later, in the Lab…
"How are you, my dear?" Hojo asked the just awakened Sephiroth in a voice so sweet that it's disgusting. Sephiroth, of course, bawled as loudly as he could. Hojo's eyes flashed dangerously. " How dare you cry! You are to be the ruler of the Planet! And presidents don't cry! Fear is sin. Weakness is sin. I demand utter silence!" Sephiroth howled like mad in reply. "I said, I DEMAND UTTER SILENCE!" Hojo shouted. Sephiroth continued his infernal wail. Hojo turned away to an assistant nearby, and ordered in a barely controlled voice for Sephiroth to be sedated once again and denied food.
Seven days later…
" So here we are, on the seventh day of your birth." Hojo hissed to Sephiroth. Sephiroth did not cry for the first time in the seven days. He just stared back at Hojo. To others this would have been unnatural, but to Hojo, this meant that Sephiroth had toughened. Only then did he laugh maniacally at his achievement, his crime in forcing a young boy to be so broken he obeys his every command.
^ And Sephiroth, who from the moment of his tragic birth had been deprived of love, tenderness, and comfort, who won the pity of many, but the many who were helpless to save him, grew hard as steel in body and soul. He had learnt not to cry when he was but a few days old. Crying did not help, crying only brought a voice colder than the freezing temperatures in the Lab, sharper then the pangs of hunger. ^
^The only lullabies he had ever known was the humming of the electric machines connected to him for what seems like eternity, and the screaming voice of Hojo, his father. His only toys were sharp weapons, and he soon learnt not to cut himself, for if he did and whimpered with pain, Hojo's icy eyes would freeze the very whimpers in his throat. ^
He was mostly cared for by Shrina lab assistants, ever careful with his diet and knowledge. He never knew what a true father meant, what love meant, and what mother meant. Life was just giving tissue samples again and again everyday, while people who acted like robots gave him food via an IV tube.
^ He was hardly old enough to walk when he was strapped to a chocobo and made to ride at the side of his instructor for long, weary hours. His father was never there; he was always too busy analyzing samples. He had learnt to handle pistols and taught to wield long, heavy swords before his speech lost his childish lisp. His young muscles stretched, grew taut and strong, and if they sometimes ached almost unbearably no one ever knew. ^
All he wanted was for somebody to talk to him, for someone to exchange thoughts with him. He didn't know what a friend is, but he desperately needed one. Shrina wanted an ultimate weapon, Hojo wanted a strong and powerful robot, but neither of them thought of what Sephiroth wanted for himself. He wanted a friend.
When he was but one years old, he asked a lab assistant why he must be stuck with painful needles and have blood drawn out of him every single day. The assistant didn't answer, so he never asked again. Little did he know that the lab assistant was the one who had felt sorry for him when he was born. The assistant would have gladly answered him, if not for the ever watching cameras in the lab.
That night the young lab assistant tossed and turned in her sleep, the face of Sephiroth ever present behind her closed eyelids. His question had struck a chord in her heart, a heart that should have became stone the moment she joined Shrina. But she did nothing. It was impossible to do anything.
For many a night the assistant thought about Sephiroth, for many a night she plotted to save him, but reality often slapped her in her face when she woke up the next day. She suffered each slap soundlessly, still scheming every night. When she joined Shrina and became Hojo's lab assistant, she was made to take a vow to disown all relatives and to never to marry. She had wanted children very badly, but once you became Hojo's lab assistant, it was for life, unless you wish to be his next experiment.
She took Sephiroth as her son, (after all, she was in charge of all his needs,) but with the cameras, nothing could be done to save him. No one in Shrina would help her too. There was only one way - to join the rebels.
End
P.S. STOP! Everything will work out, I tell you. Everything will work out. Probable flames -- What the heck are you trying to pull!?!?!? and…AHH!! NO!!! WAIT!!! *perishes under a torrent of flames. * Comes out a little toasted. * Phew… AHH!!!! * This time really perished under ten barrages of flames. *