Bright Seraphim
Fifteen
Jaz knelt next to Sephiroth, still holding the sword in her right hand. "S-Sephiroth?"
He opened his eyes - it was becoming difficult to see. There wasn't much time. His hand felt heavy as he lifted it to uncover the wound. He tried to remember what he wanted to do.
He could hear Jaz. She was honestly crying now, her hands moving uselessly over his chest, his neck, his face... "Oh god, oh god, please," she was saying, over and over...
He remembered. "Masamune," he breathed, trying to raise his hands.
Jaz lifted the sword and placed the handle in his hands. "Please - please don't kill yourself or anything," she said quickly. "I'll - I'll go get help -" She started to rise.
Sephiroth moved with surprising quickness, catching her wrist and bringing her back down to her knees. He turned his head to the side brought the handle of the sword up near his face, fumbled a moment, and finally released the catch.
Jaz started in surprise, but didn't move, and no longer spoke. There were tears running down her face. She had no idea what he was doing, or what he meant to do with the smooth gems that had been hidden in the hilt of his sword. She only knew that he was going to die, and he wouldn't let her leave. He wanted her to stay with him.
Sephiroth slipped the green cure-stone into his hand, dropping the sword as he did so. The other Materia spilled out onto the floor.
Jaz raised her hand, moving the sword away so that it fell on his other side, and raised one hand to his face. He opened his eyes when she touched him, and looked up at her. His hand holding the green gem moved to the wound. He closed his eyes again, taking her other hand in his.
She looked down at him with rising dread as his features relaxed. His breathing evened, slowed...
His hand holding hers fell open.
"Seph...?" She touched his neck, but couldn't find his pulse. Her hand flew back to lie against the side of his face. "Seph - Sephiroth! Wake up, please don't - please don't -"
His eyes opened, still and calm.
Jaz nearly shrieked. She dropped his hand like a live coal and jerked back.
He turned his head and looked at her, and smiled slightly. And sat up.
Jaz's jaw dropped.
"You -" She slowly shook her head, eyes wide. "You were dying - How -"
Sephiroth looked down, opening his hand. The green gem rested there, stained with blood, but still gleaming slightly. He took Jaz's hand in his and touched it to the wound.
Only there was no wound. There was blood, and the skin where it had been seemed tender, but the flow of blood had stopped, and there was no wound.
Jaz looked up at his face - his head was tilted, and he was half-smiling at her. He was fine.
She finally remembered to close her mouth.
Sephiroth got to his feet, bringing her up with him, and let go of her to brush himself off. He stopped and looked at his filthy clothing, and sighed with the futility of it.
Jaz stood, staring at nothing, trying to wrap her mind around what had happened. She could deal with worlds crossing, and with murders, but this - this was magic. Real, honest-to-goodness magic, such as was not supposed to exist at all in this world.
Sephiroth crouched and picked up each of the gems that had spilled from his sword, placing them back in the handle. He closed the sword handle when he finished, and slipped the sword onto his back as he stood.
It occurred to Jaz that, when she and Katie had watched the film The Highlander, they had joked that the line "I am Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod, and I cannot die" was the best pick-up line ever, for no good reason.
She thought now that she could understand the effect that a line like that could have, in reality.
In this reality.
Sephiroth tilted his head again to look into her face, and said something, still smiling. He moved a hand to brush her hair away from her face, realized that his glove was blood-soaked, and thought better of it. He moved to walk past her.
Jaz didn't think. She grabbed him, one arm around his waist and the other reaching across to his opposite shoulder, and stood on tip-toe and kissed him.
Sephiroth was startled, and pulled back. Jaz immediately released him, suddenly blushing, and moved away, head lowered. "I'm - I'm sorry, I didn't think... I didn't mean..."
"Jaz?" He said softly, reaching for her. She lifted her head, turning to him -
Somewhere else in the basement, several shots were fired, and someone screamed.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII, its story, and characters (particularly Sephiroth) are the property, copyright and trademark of Square Electronic Arts L.L.C., and no ownership or claim on said property, copyright or trademark is made or implied by their use in the work(s) of fan fiction presented here. This fan fiction constitutes a personal comment on the aforesaid properties pursuant to doctrines of fair use and fair comment. This fan fiction is non-commercial, not for sale or profit, and may not be sold or reproduced for commercial purposes. The same goes for Clock Tower, Tekken 2, Soul Blade, Star Trek, Dark Shadows, Lost in Space, Pepsi, and any other games, television shows, movies, etc. mentioned in this fanfic: all belong to their respective owners. Clock Tower, its story, and characters (particularly Scissorman) are the property, copyright, and trademark of Ascii Entertainment.
Fifteen
Jaz knelt next to Sephiroth, still holding the sword in her right hand. "S-Sephiroth?"
He opened his eyes - it was becoming difficult to see. There wasn't much time. His hand felt heavy as he lifted it to uncover the wound. He tried to remember what he wanted to do.
He could hear Jaz. She was honestly crying now, her hands moving uselessly over his chest, his neck, his face... "Oh god, oh god, please," she was saying, over and over...
He remembered. "Masamune," he breathed, trying to raise his hands.
Jaz lifted the sword and placed the handle in his hands. "Please - please don't kill yourself or anything," she said quickly. "I'll - I'll go get help -" She started to rise.
Sephiroth moved with surprising quickness, catching her wrist and bringing her back down to her knees. He turned his head to the side brought the handle of the sword up near his face, fumbled a moment, and finally released the catch.
Jaz started in surprise, but didn't move, and no longer spoke. There were tears running down her face. She had no idea what he was doing, or what he meant to do with the smooth gems that had been hidden in the hilt of his sword. She only knew that he was going to die, and he wouldn't let her leave. He wanted her to stay with him.
Sephiroth slipped the green cure-stone into his hand, dropping the sword as he did so. The other Materia spilled out onto the floor.
Jaz raised her hand, moving the sword away so that it fell on his other side, and raised one hand to his face. He opened his eyes when she touched him, and looked up at her. His hand holding the green gem moved to the wound. He closed his eyes again, taking her other hand in his.
She looked down at him with rising dread as his features relaxed. His breathing evened, slowed...
His hand holding hers fell open.
"Seph...?" She touched his neck, but couldn't find his pulse. Her hand flew back to lie against the side of his face. "Seph - Sephiroth! Wake up, please don't - please don't -"
His eyes opened, still and calm.
Jaz nearly shrieked. She dropped his hand like a live coal and jerked back.
He turned his head and looked at her, and smiled slightly. And sat up.
Jaz's jaw dropped.
"You -" She slowly shook her head, eyes wide. "You were dying - How -"
Sephiroth looked down, opening his hand. The green gem rested there, stained with blood, but still gleaming slightly. He took Jaz's hand in his and touched it to the wound.
Only there was no wound. There was blood, and the skin where it had been seemed tender, but the flow of blood had stopped, and there was no wound.
Jaz looked up at his face - his head was tilted, and he was half-smiling at her. He was fine.
She finally remembered to close her mouth.
Sephiroth got to his feet, bringing her up with him, and let go of her to brush himself off. He stopped and looked at his filthy clothing, and sighed with the futility of it.
Jaz stood, staring at nothing, trying to wrap her mind around what had happened. She could deal with worlds crossing, and with murders, but this - this was magic. Real, honest-to-goodness magic, such as was not supposed to exist at all in this world.
Sephiroth crouched and picked up each of the gems that had spilled from his sword, placing them back in the handle. He closed the sword handle when he finished, and slipped the sword onto his back as he stood.
It occurred to Jaz that, when she and Katie had watched the film The Highlander, they had joked that the line "I am Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod, and I cannot die" was the best pick-up line ever, for no good reason.
She thought now that she could understand the effect that a line like that could have, in reality.
In this reality.
Sephiroth tilted his head again to look into her face, and said something, still smiling. He moved a hand to brush her hair away from her face, realized that his glove was blood-soaked, and thought better of it. He moved to walk past her.
Jaz didn't think. She grabbed him, one arm around his waist and the other reaching across to his opposite shoulder, and stood on tip-toe and kissed him.
Sephiroth was startled, and pulled back. Jaz immediately released him, suddenly blushing, and moved away, head lowered. "I'm - I'm sorry, I didn't think... I didn't mean..."
"Jaz?" He said softly, reaching for her. She lifted her head, turning to him -
Somewhere else in the basement, several shots were fired, and someone screamed.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII, its story, and characters (particularly Sephiroth) are the property, copyright and trademark of Square Electronic Arts L.L.C., and no ownership or claim on said property, copyright or trademark is made or implied by their use in the work(s) of fan fiction presented here. This fan fiction constitutes a personal comment on the aforesaid properties pursuant to doctrines of fair use and fair comment. This fan fiction is non-commercial, not for sale or profit, and may not be sold or reproduced for commercial purposes. The same goes for Clock Tower, Tekken 2, Soul Blade, Star Trek, Dark Shadows, Lost in Space, Pepsi, and any other games, television shows, movies, etc. mentioned in this fanfic: all belong to their respective owners. Clock Tower, its story, and characters (particularly Scissorman) are the property, copyright, and trademark of Ascii Entertainment.
