Cursed Hyperion (Ch. 3)
"My Knight..."
"Yes, Sorceress?" Blue eyes looked up to gaze at the figure of Sorceress Adel, the current embodiment of Ultimecia.
"You have failed me in the past..." Her voice flowed, digging into Seifer's very soul with every word.
The already stone grip on Hyperion tightened, his knuckles beneath his glove turning white. A snarl made its way onto his lips. He knew he had failed, defeated every time by Squall. The thought burned his soul, flaring up as if someone had lit a fira inside. He clasped his free hand into a fist, adverting his eyes from Ultimecia's unto it, his fist closed tight enough to cause the black leather of his glove to complain. If only he had been--
"--More powerful?" Seifer cringed, fighting against the pain that came when Ultimecia read his thoughts. "You failed because you were weak. You had the power, but you did not use it." The blond knight lowered his head.
"....Yes, Sorceress...." He finally spoke.
"If you fail me again, I will see to it that you forever hold pain." Seifer looked up at the figure of Adel. Ultimecia continued, menacingly, a scowl on Adel's face. "Battle will be your pain."
"I don't understand. Battle is what I live for! How will it be pain?"
"If you fail me, you'll understand."
~ ~ ~ ~
He had failed her yet again, bringing upon him the pain she had promised him not so long ago. Ultimecia destroyed and Time Compression ended, he had smirked at it all, imagining it to be only a threat forgotten and unfulfilled. The only pain he felt was that of regret, regret for all his actions against the Garden, his actions against Fujin and Raijin, who had stood beside him with loyalty. The only regret he did not have was that for what he had done to Squall.
That's when he discovered the pain, the pain promised to him. Gunblade in hand, he slashed his way through every creature that dared take him on. He had to defeat Squall, no matter the cost. He had to train, to become more powerful than his foe would ever imagine. He would win.... He knew he would.... That's when he attacked...himself....
Three days before....
The caterchipillar in front of him fresh in death, Seifer stumbled in his steps, pain erupting in his shoulder, grabbing it with his right hand. When he took away his hand, he discovered blood staining the leather fingertips of his glove. A new wound covered his shoulder.
"COME OUT, YOU COWARD!" He bellowed, his voice echoing past the trees. Silence answered. He held up Hyperion, ready to face his attacker. "Show yourself, don't leave me hangin' now!" Silence again, save the rustle of leaves and the wind as he slashed the gunblade wildly in the air. He looked around for whoever had attacke him. It was very unlikely that the caterchipillar had actually gotten in a hit, a good one at that. He was alone. The bushes behind him rustled. Seifer turned to face it, pointing the gunblade in the given direction. A bite bug showed itself.
An unworthy opponent indeed, one slash broke the insect in two halves. Another pain swept through him, this time along his chest. What was attacking him? There was no damn way that bite bug had the time to fight back! He took a deep breath, straightening his posture, sheathing Hyperion, glaring into the surrounding foliage. If someone was out there, he'd find them. SOMEONE was attacking him and he was sure in hell gonna find out who!
He never found who he was looking for, but he did find his answer.
~ ~ ~ ~
Now....
He was an idiot. He felt like one, so he could call himself one if he chose. So what if Ultimecia had thrown a spell at him before she died? He could live with that. A few cuts and gashes would heal over time. Hell, he didn't care even if they didn't. He'd live with it, like he had a choice. BUT DID SHE HAVE TO CURSE HIS FUCKIN' WEAPON?
Out of anger, he had thrown it down and left it in the mud. That was was one of the most idiotic things he could ever remember doing. Hyperion was HIS weapon. It was part of him. A part that he had lost as soon as he let it go, dropping it into the mud as if it was expendable. The way he felt right then, Fujin and Raijin were more expendable than that gunblade!
But how in the fuck did Garden get ahold of it? He had overheard some SeeD cadets talking in Balamb hotel about it, how everyone who used it had to be sent to the infirmary. If Hyperion wasn't alright, he'd do the gunblade's work for it! Letting the curse work it's course inside Garden was a pleasing thought. It almost surprised him that Squall didn't destroy the gunblade at first sight, but then again, Squall never was one of the smart ones.
But now it was in Garden. Balamb Garden, full of SeeDs that would just love to rip off his head and feed it to the nearest T-Rexaur. Damn. How was he gonna get his gunblade out now? Damn Ultimecia. She had stolen his dreams from him. Damn himself if he was going to let Squall steal Hyperion from him...
...There had to be a way. He'd find it.
"My Knight..."
"Yes, Sorceress?" Blue eyes looked up to gaze at the figure of Sorceress Adel, the current embodiment of Ultimecia.
"You have failed me in the past..." Her voice flowed, digging into Seifer's very soul with every word.
The already stone grip on Hyperion tightened, his knuckles beneath his glove turning white. A snarl made its way onto his lips. He knew he had failed, defeated every time by Squall. The thought burned his soul, flaring up as if someone had lit a fira inside. He clasped his free hand into a fist, adverting his eyes from Ultimecia's unto it, his fist closed tight enough to cause the black leather of his glove to complain. If only he had been--
"--More powerful?" Seifer cringed, fighting against the pain that came when Ultimecia read his thoughts. "You failed because you were weak. You had the power, but you did not use it." The blond knight lowered his head.
"....Yes, Sorceress...." He finally spoke.
"If you fail me again, I will see to it that you forever hold pain." Seifer looked up at the figure of Adel. Ultimecia continued, menacingly, a scowl on Adel's face. "Battle will be your pain."
"I don't understand. Battle is what I live for! How will it be pain?"
"If you fail me, you'll understand."
~ ~ ~ ~
He had failed her yet again, bringing upon him the pain she had promised him not so long ago. Ultimecia destroyed and Time Compression ended, he had smirked at it all, imagining it to be only a threat forgotten and unfulfilled. The only pain he felt was that of regret, regret for all his actions against the Garden, his actions against Fujin and Raijin, who had stood beside him with loyalty. The only regret he did not have was that for what he had done to Squall.
That's when he discovered the pain, the pain promised to him. Gunblade in hand, he slashed his way through every creature that dared take him on. He had to defeat Squall, no matter the cost. He had to train, to become more powerful than his foe would ever imagine. He would win.... He knew he would.... That's when he attacked...himself....
Three days before....
The caterchipillar in front of him fresh in death, Seifer stumbled in his steps, pain erupting in his shoulder, grabbing it with his right hand. When he took away his hand, he discovered blood staining the leather fingertips of his glove. A new wound covered his shoulder.
"COME OUT, YOU COWARD!" He bellowed, his voice echoing past the trees. Silence answered. He held up Hyperion, ready to face his attacker. "Show yourself, don't leave me hangin' now!" Silence again, save the rustle of leaves and the wind as he slashed the gunblade wildly in the air. He looked around for whoever had attacke him. It was very unlikely that the caterchipillar had actually gotten in a hit, a good one at that. He was alone. The bushes behind him rustled. Seifer turned to face it, pointing the gunblade in the given direction. A bite bug showed itself.
An unworthy opponent indeed, one slash broke the insect in two halves. Another pain swept through him, this time along his chest. What was attacking him? There was no damn way that bite bug had the time to fight back! He took a deep breath, straightening his posture, sheathing Hyperion, glaring into the surrounding foliage. If someone was out there, he'd find them. SOMEONE was attacking him and he was sure in hell gonna find out who!
He never found who he was looking for, but he did find his answer.
~ ~ ~ ~
Now....
He was an idiot. He felt like one, so he could call himself one if he chose. So what if Ultimecia had thrown a spell at him before she died? He could live with that. A few cuts and gashes would heal over time. Hell, he didn't care even if they didn't. He'd live with it, like he had a choice. BUT DID SHE HAVE TO CURSE HIS FUCKIN' WEAPON?
Out of anger, he had thrown it down and left it in the mud. That was was one of the most idiotic things he could ever remember doing. Hyperion was HIS weapon. It was part of him. A part that he had lost as soon as he let it go, dropping it into the mud as if it was expendable. The way he felt right then, Fujin and Raijin were more expendable than that gunblade!
But how in the fuck did Garden get ahold of it? He had overheard some SeeD cadets talking in Balamb hotel about it, how everyone who used it had to be sent to the infirmary. If Hyperion wasn't alright, he'd do the gunblade's work for it! Letting the curse work it's course inside Garden was a pleasing thought. It almost surprised him that Squall didn't destroy the gunblade at first sight, but then again, Squall never was one of the smart ones.
But now it was in Garden. Balamb Garden, full of SeeDs that would just love to rip off his head and feed it to the nearest T-Rexaur. Damn. How was he gonna get his gunblade out now? Damn Ultimecia. She had stolen his dreams from him. Damn himself if he was going to let Squall steal Hyperion from him...
...There had to be a way. He'd find it.