Disclaimer: Final Fantasy belongs to Squaresoft.
It grips your with icy fingers, curls around your neck and squeezes, until you stop breathing with the name of it's cause on your blue lips. It reaches into your chest and wrenches out your heart with a feral viciousness that you know the hole left behind is twice as big as the claws that ripped through it.
That's what fear is.
And that's how I woke up, sweaty and gulping down air like a drowning man breaking through the waves of the ocean. The tent flap met my view, but I didn't see it until minutes later, after the dream flooded back to me.
He killed me, in this one. It was new and, above all, disturbing. He had burned down the buildings of Nibelheim, or how I saw the small mountain town in my mind. There was fire everywhere. Accompanying the roar of the flames were the ghostly shouts of the recently deceased as their new existance pulled them from their flesh-made cages and bars of bone.
And there he was, standing there. I had barely gotten a glimpse of the man on the boat, but my subconscious remembered. His eyes of mako's hue, sharp and hazed, but cleared than glass. His hair as silver as the waters of the milky way, fluttering in the unnatural wind caused by a firey tempest behind him. And his sword, long and deadly, too powerful for a human to weld.
And he walked down the steps that went from the square to the Mansion; I was at the base, staring, mesmerized by the evil Cloud had described as monstrous. I was scared, my mouth ran dry. I couldn't move, my feet were rooted into solid stone. And he took those steps down, one foot at a time, until he was right infront of me.
I only watched as his sword unsheathed and slid through my chest with clean thrust.
I choked as the pain, fresh blood painting my mouth and lips with the care of an artist's brushstroke. My eyes were wide and he smiled. I could feel the diamond-edged blade move inside my body and the hilt pressed up firmly against my breastplate. A hand slipped behind me to support my body as it grew limp. And that's when he bent down, his lips hovering only so far from my own. I stuttered helplessly, protesting, begging. I'm not sure.
A tongue snaked out, lapping as the lifeblood of someone not human. I closed my eyes and cried. And he kissed me.
His lips were cold and the contact froze my blood, my limbs. My mind. It was like he had the complete control of my actions, manipulated me to stay still, to receive. To want, crave, need, possess.
As I was crying now. I rocked back and forth in my roll, trying to shake my head free of images I'm not supposed to have. Hearing Cloud's tale of Sephiroth's destructive path had opened up a new set of mind.
Seeing Sephiroth in person brought down the torment and agony of shame in myself. No normal person, machine-based or not, would /ever/ have an erotic thought of the man they were supposed to be hunting.
Especially when /you're/ a man as well.
A large lock of my hair fell foward, finally jousted back into place in my movements. My parents would be sickened by this act of perversion. And frankly, I don't need their confirmation to know that I am sickened as well. I feel nauseous just as the thought of that man taking from me what I've kept close for all of my life.
Even if it was a dream, he still stole my first kiss.
On the other hand, XD the person speaking belongs to ME. Yes, he's a guy, an original, and part of a FF crossover that has yet to make it's debut. Tell me what you think.