This has shonen-ai in it and at least the implication of yaoi. If you don't like or can't tolerate that then don't read.
Oh, and if Sephiroth seems too much OOC, just remember that he is Cloud, and that Cloud is Cloud. ^_^ hehehe! You can work it out. The other thing is, Sephiroth's Cloud would have initially been older than Cloud, otherwise the timeline doesn't work, no matter how hard you twist it. This is set after the end of the game.
:: :: Conversation happening in someone's head.
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The Other World
By Jade Tatsu
Chapter 9 - Cloud
::Move now!::
The voice didn't really have to scream. Cloud was already moving. He didn't even think about how one moved when one was trapped in nothingness, he just did. He'd already seen way too much of the outside world not to act. A kaleidoscope of images coming all at once. The North Crater, himself trapped in materia, faces he did not know, Reeve, Nanaki, the Turks, more unknown people but there were all dressed in white, a lab, impossibly himself again, this time alive but with an aura that was sickeningly familiar and Sephiroth. It was always Sephiroth now but the man was in pain, calling out to him and there was no way he could not, would not act, not when his heart screamed at him to help.
The Ultima Weapon broke free from its stand, flew across the room and impacted with a shower of sparks with the Masamune.
"What the..?" Jenova growled in surprise, leaping back.
The Ultima Weapon was surrounded by a green corona and was now hovering in the air before Sephiroth. A weapon, no matter what had made it, was not supposed to move by itself. Even Sephiroth seemed stunned.
Slowly it rotated itself, always in a position to cover Sephiroth until it hovered vertical, point down. Jenova hissed but did not approach. It's very aura was threatening her, daring her to come close so it could cut her down, burn her very essence away with pure Lifestream. Suddenly the corona changed from the soft, yet impossibly powerful glowing green of the Planet to a brilliant ruby red and the note of energy accompanying it shifted several octaves. Within the ruby glow a figure appeared, both hands holding the hilt.
"No... it's not possible," Sephiroth whispered.
The figure was familiar. Tall but not towering, slender yet firmly and finely muscled, hair that defied gravity and an aura of kindness, of caring, of love that defied description, that shouldn't possibly come from one man.
Cloud...
"You!" Jenova hissed more hatred in her voice now than had been before when she had faced her son, the man who had killed her. "You can't be here."
Cloud opened his eyes slowly, knowing he'd escaped the nothingness, knowing he'd be facing his enemy, the one who'd been hurting Sephiroth. The one he had to defeat, that he'd been called here to defeat.
Blue eyes locked with blue, each gaze mirroring the other. Shocked, surprised, confused.
"I... you... You're me?" Cloud managed to stutter. His enemy was himself? He knew, he'd been told he'd merged with Jenova but seeing it was so different from just being told. It was so much more real. But shouldn't merging with that thing have wrought some changes upon his body? He had definitely not been expecting a mirror image. And could they have really brought her back, just by cloning his body? Nothing made sense.
A shadow of a smile flickered across the other Cloud's features. "You really are separate from me this time," Jenova said. "I congratulate you, Sephiroth. I don't know where you managed to clone Cloud and make him a SOLDIER but it is a most original plan."
Cloud's eyes hardened. "I'm not a copy."
"You are a copy, just as this body is a copy but while you, your personality, your mentality, your soul is just a memory of what should be, my being is the original. I have never died. I have lain dormant, asleep, I have changed hosts, changed my appearance, my body but I have never died." Jenova was very firm on this point.
"I am not a copy, Jenova," Cloud said once more. "I have fought against your son and I tore his soul asunder just as I tore you apart. And while you look like me, you are not me. I have already died here." He brought the Ultima Weapon up, preparing to fight her.
"Stubborn but there are things only originals can do. You cannot stand against me." She drew the Masamune back, holding the long blade horizontally, ready to attack or defend.
"You'll find out just how much of a copy I really am Jenova," Cloud snapped. If she wasn't going to listen to him, wasn't going to believe him then she was in for a surprise. This is Jenova, wearing my body. The thought brought a dull rage. She deserves everything she gets.
::Hurry up! Sephiroth needs help!:: The sudden note of urgency did not calm Cloud. He risked a glance back.
Sephiroth - fleeting glances of his tall silver and black perfection as he moved through the barracks in Midgar, overseeing troops. Close up, some how more real and infinitely more terrifying on the ride to Nibelheim and the fight with the dragon. Cold dedicated perfection on Mt Nibel. Nothing got in his way, nothing distracted him from finding the truth in the reactor. And then the absolute twisted power burning Nibelheim and those eyes... They'd cut through him, his soul and he'd hadn't really been able to fight, had only been able to act in horrified anger, striking him down but in the end still losing.
Five years of torture. Was that his reward for striking down a God? Jenova had been there but those eyes had haunted him as well, promising that the battle was not over, the fight had just begun. And almost of the eve that they had broken free he had felt him awaken from his sleep, felt him move across the land and sea, coming for him.
Tifa, Barret, Avalanche... Aeris... I never told any of you the truth... did I?... That beneath it all, under the hatred, the fear, the pain there was a dream. An impossible, childish dream but it was still there and it was mine. But for that time I cast it away. That was the only way because that was not Sephiroth, that was Jenova and nothing should love Jenova. I never could tell you that my sadness after was not for what we had lost, not for Aeris. I'd mourned for her already but it was for me... For the dream I'd completely destroyed by killing him. The dream I wanted so much.
The memories struck him and the dream returned, full force when he caught sight of those incredulous emerald eyes but then the reality of Sephiroth's situation sunk in and the reason for the voice's urgency, his urgency became apparent.
Sephiroth lay in a pool of green that was quickly being stained red. Cloud narrowed his eyes. The stab wound to Sephiroth's side was the worst but his clothing was in tatters and hundreds of shallow cuts could be seen. They weren't bleeding much but it could be enough to tip the scales. It looked like Jenova had been playing and Sephiroth hadn't the heart to fight his body. His magnificent hair lay all around him, wet and lank, nothing like the silk strands Cloud remembered from his dreams and his reality. You can worry about his hair later, he admonished himself severely as he turned back to face Jenova. I gotta beat her quick so that I can cast a Cure. His face hardened as he stared into twin blue mirrors, his own eyes that looked so wrong. Jenova's soul looking out from his body. "This time, you're going to stay dead, Jenova," he whispered, drawing back the Ultima Weapon and leaping forward to attack.
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Sephiroth watched the battle with growing anxiety even though something was telling him he should look to his own wounds. He shook that concern away. His wounds were nothing, he'd taken worse. Not from the Masamune. That part of him which cataloged everything would not let him forget that small worrying detail. He was applying pressure to the wound, wishing the bleeding would stop. But his concern for himself was nothing compared with his concern for Cloud.
It's too even. He'd seen that after the first few passes. Cloud and Jenova were too evenly matched. Neither seemed to be able to gain an advantage over the other and both seemed able to anticipate the others movements having their defenses almost in place before the attack began. The security system and troops were still frozen with whatever Jenova had done to them. They could help neither. If this continues... He didn't want to finish the thought. If it continued he wouldn't be seeing Cloud's dead body again, he'd be seeing it twice.
And it will all be my fault. I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have called him here... He was safe on his world. I know it. He would have found a way to deal with Reeve. I shouldn't have called him here. Not like this. I shouldn't have called him here to die. Sephiroth struggled in the liquid he was in, trying to rise. He had to do something to tip the scales, even if he died, he had to save Cloud. That was something he could do, even if Jenova wore Cloud's body. The choice between the original and Jenova was no choice at all. Hang on Cloud...
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Cloud leapt to the side as Jenova thrust the Masamune forward directly at his heart. He brought the Ultima Weapon down on her blade, driving its point into the floor and found himself staring once more into a mirror.
"You're not going to win," his voice hissed at him, trying to pull the Masamune up in a move that would jerk the Ultima Weapon from his hands. Cloud held firm, he wasn't going to be defeated that easily. "Struggling is just going to make my victory better. So give up now and I promise, I'll make it quick, Copy!
"I'm not a copy," Cloud snarled, swinging the Ultima Weapon through a flat horizontal arc. "How many times am I going to have to tell you that?"
They clashed, swords locked, criss-crossing each other for an instant before Cloud leapt back, his left hand moving up to tap a green orb on the mystile. The orb glowed as it was activated and green energy started to gather between them.
"Uh, uh, uh!" Jenova said, slamming something down on the spell, forcing it into oblivion. "No magic, you'll wake them." She gestured vaguely towards the walls where the mechanical and human guards were still held frozen. "We really should keep this in house," she added, moving in for an overhead cut with the Masamune.
Cloud moved instinctively to block before he flicked the Ultima Weapon vertical, throwing her off and followed her movement with his own downward swing. Jenova spun away and used the momentum to aim a lightning fast slash at his ribs. Cloud twisted his wrist, holding the Ultima Weapon point down, covering his body. The blades width offered him a bare millimetre of protection against the Masamune but it was enough. He did his best to ignore the shivering feeling, the clean cut the strike had placed in his shirt and the cool air that was tickling its way over his chest.
They held there for a moment, Cloud's back pressed against the Ultima Weapon's wide blade and Jenova with the Masamune extended, crossing the weapon, dangerously close to his side.
"Cloud," Sephiroth choked into the sudden silence.
"It's all right," Cloud reassured him quickly, savagely twisting and spinning his sword around ninety degrees before driving it up, trying for a longitudinal slash on Jenova.
She leapt back, somersaulting over a bench that cleanly fell in two pieces, which both combatants ignored as they fell once more into ready positions.
"You might be better than I thought," Jenova grinned. "Let's make this interesting," she added, gesturing. Ice crystals began forming in her hand. She flung them at Cloud. Each crystal had a deadly sharp cutting edge and the chilling power of an Ice 3 spell.
Cloud threw himself to the side, throwing a Flare spell in Jenova's direction in an effort to neutralise the ice crystals. He avoided most of them but a few pinpricks on his leg let him know he'd been hit. He rolled over and came up, facing Jenova again as he cast Regen. The hit wasn't too bad and the spell would take care of the slight damage. "What happened to no magic?" he asked, switching materia to cast Shield.
"I got bored," she said. "Besides which," Jenova continued snidely. "That applies to you." Whatever it was she had done before she repeated, dropping something on the Shield spell. "I said 'Let's make this interesting,' not fair."
"Jenova!" Sephiroth called. He'd managed to pull himself upright and was standing. One hand supported him against a bench, the other was still pressed against his side. A thin trickle of blood was still running through his fingers. His eyes reflected a dull pain and his clothing hung in thin tatters from his frame. His hair hung lankly, blotches of red staining it haphazardly but despite everything there was something noble, something regal, something tragic about him that seemed to say 'You should not stand against me, for I am power and I am perfect.' Cloud was almost afraid to look at him even though he knew, he could see in Sephiroth's slight trembling that the aura was a sham. "Your fight Jenova, is with me! Not with Cloud. It was never with Cloud. Take your anger out on me. Just leave him out of this." Sephiroth held himself open and willing to take her attack.
Jenova's eyes closed briefly before she opened them. Rage was the only thing they reflected. "My fight," she said quietly, almost as if she couldn't believe what Sephiroth had just said. "My fight has always been with Strife. You may have been his ally, his lover but you were never the one who stood against me, who condemned me to die in a mortal body, who in the end held me still long enough for that accursed sword to be driven through me. You have not caused me half the pain he has but you will suffer all of my pain and more, just as he will for daring to defy me." As she spoke red lightning seemed to gather in her hands, crackling its way up and down the length of the Masamune. With a hiss she flung the sword back around towards Cloud. A bolt of red lightning so horribly different from the magic the Planet granted arched across the distance between them.
"Argh!" Cloud clenched his teeth and screwed his eyes shut as the energy passed through him. He hadn't wanted to show pain but he had no choice. This was Jenova's power, completely different from the Planet's summoned lightning. Darker, more painful, wrong, poisoning. There wasn't really a way to describe it. He reached out, seeking power. The Regen spell he had cast would hold for a while yet but for this level of magic he had to get that Shield cast. Even if... Even if that bastard Hojo had done that, he needed the shield. There was only so much he could block, only so much the scientist had been allowed to let him block.
"Jenova!" Sephiroth cried, unable to move.
"It's a pity but this isn't going to kill him, just hurt him."
There was a flash of green energy from Cloud right before he crossed swords with Jenova. "It's not going to hurt that much at all," he said to her. "It's all right, I'm all right," he added, addressing the other party in the room.
Jenova looked at him closely, squinting blue eyes. Like all SOLDIER's the spectrum she could see was greater than a normal humans. "Ah... I see you got Shield cast. Not bad."
"Funny about that," Cloud blinked. Was he really acting this way? Facing himself, why was he this confident, this open? Or did he just was Sephiroth to know his secrets before the other man made a commitment. It's a bit late for that. "Hojo thought," Cloud grinned weakly. He should never be having to thank Hojo for anything, even obliquely. "He thought that since I would be serving under you, it would be a good idea to give me some immunity to your spells. But you don't have any protection against mine, do you?"
Jenova's blue eyes widened before she drew back and then swung the Masamune in again, her face taking on its unsual superior expression. "Then I'll just have to make sure you don't cast any." She moved forward, flicking the Masamune in a rapid exchange, leaving no time for spell casting.
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Something's wrong, Sephiroth thought, stumbling slightly as Jenova closed in on Cloud again. The fight was still even, despite the spells that had been cast. Now though they were clashing with such ferocity, such speed that there was barely time to breathe let alone cast spells.
The Masamune still crackled with red lightning but none of it had struck Cloud since the energy was being blocked, absorbed by the Ultima Weapon. Cloud himself glowed faintly with the effects of his Regen spell. Physically, he's fine. There was no denying the agility and grace Cloud was displaying as he parried the Masamune. He's even better than me with the Ultima Weapon. Despite the fact that Sephiroth had a larger build and could therefore presumably move the six foot or so of broad sword more easily, Cloud did not appear to be having any difficulties. Some of the moves he was doing and the speed he was countering Jenova with... I'd almost think this Cloud had merged with Jenova but I know he hasn't. He's a SOLDIER created by Hojo's tinkering. A failure Hojo? I think not. I think you created a super SOLDIER and you didn't even know it.
Sephiroth shook his head slightly. The motion brought a wave of dizziness that left him feeling lightheaded. I've lost too much blood. He glanced down at the wound in his side. The bleeding had slowed but it hadn't stopped. I've wielded it! I should have known the Masamune would leave a wound like this. Especially when it is wielded with malice. He closed his eyes briefly. At the moment there wasn't anything he could do about the cut. He had to help Cloud. That was important and the wound wasn't causing the faint but growing concern he could feel, the knowledge, instinctive that something was wrong. Something was wrong with Cloud.
My name... The realisation came suddenly. He never... He hasn't once said my name... Doesn't he want... 'I have fought against your son and I tore his soul asunder just as I tore you apart... I fought my way through the North Crater and faced you there. And there I ripped your spirit apart. I had to, I wanted to for what you did, and for everything you would have done.' Cloud's words haunted him. No... I should have know in his situation he could never bear me anything but hate. He never loved me in his world, why should here be any different, except it is alien and there will be no one to give him shelter. I shouldn't have called him. I should have known he couldn't care for me. I should have loved him enough to have been content knowing that somewhere Cloud was happy, living free of Jenova. Suddenly the task of saving Cloud from Jenova became much more urgent. It doesn't matter about me because if he dies I won't have just killed Cloud again, I'll have killed an innocent... Sephiroth began moving weakly, a cold dread beginning to wind its way around his heart, making it feel like lead. It's all my fault...
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Something's wrong. The feeling would not leave Cloud alone. It wasn't the wrongness he felt fighting himself, fighting Jenova. He could feel that clearly, this was something else, something elusive that he hadn't really felt before. He couldn't ignore it, and with every moment the feeling of wrongness, that he was running out of time grew.
He jumped high, over a swipe from the Masamune aimed for his knees, swinging the Ultima Weapon around horizontally in his own cut, aiming to decapitate her. Jenova ducked even as she twisted her sword, angling up. Cloud met her rise as he landed, drawing the Ultima Weapon back and holding it before him as a shield. Sword edge met sword edge for an instant before both were swung again for the next blow.
::It's Sephiroth!:: That other part of him informed him. ::He can't last much longer. You need to hurry!::
I'm trying! Cloud snapped. He could see Sephiroth from the corner of his eyes and he did not look good. He had to get a cure spell cast quickly. Jenova isn't exactly a pushover, he added angrily, swinging the Ultima Weapon through a set of proscribed moves Zack had taught him. He didn't have to think if he used them and Jenova required his whole attention.
::Use magic. You can't kill Jenova with your sword anyway.::
I've been trying! She's been jumping on everything before I can even get it started. And if I even think about using a summon... Cloud trailed off. He'd thought about summoning Bahamut Zero but the look in Jenova's, his eyes had been one of hideous anticipation. He could cast the summon but he'd regret it. You should know! What's she doing to my magic? It's not confu or silence, what is it?
::I don't know. I guess it's something she can do when there isn't another personality clashing with her. It wasn't something she used to be able to do. What about a magic she can't block?::
Holy? Only Aeris knew how to use that one. I don't even know where to begin.
::What about Meteor?::
Apart from the fact that it'd destroy the Planet, Cloud began sarcastically. I don't have anywhere near enough spiritual energy. Sephiroth only got it working because he was in the Crater, a place the Lifestream had gathered. There was more than enough radiant energy for him to siphon to make it work. This place doesn't feel like anything special so I can't get anything here.
::There is a way. There has to be a way to get rid of her.::
Well, if you figure it out, feel free to tell me. In the mean time, I'll continue here. Cloud couldn't talk much after that because Jenova closed in again with a sudden ferocity greater than before.
"You're beginning to be annoying," she snarled. "And I don't think I want to play anymore," she added, glancing at the troops lining the walls. The spell would be wearing off soon and she wanted to be completely finished by then. "You cannot defeat me with a sword, even with that weapon," she spat the words. "You lack the magical ability to defeat me but I will concede that you are not a copy. You are too different from the weak Cloud Strife that I knew. However, you are still not strong enough, you can't touch the Planet and you have to, if you want to defeat me. You're not a Cetera, I killed the last of them so no one can touch the Planet. I win and I grow tired of this. Whoever, whatever you are, it's time to say good bye."
::Touch the Planet! That's it! Call to the Planet.::
I've been trying. It's not listening to me and I get the distinct impression that it doesn't like me. He had been trying but had felt nothing more than a blank wall of green that alternated between confusion and hostility towards him.
::Then you'd better get ready to dodge.::
Jenova was holding the Masamune loosely in one hand. With her free hand she was gathering energy. Red energy that despite communication difficulties Cloud could hear the Planet scream against. "You may have some immunity to my power but you don't have all... Don't even bother going back where you came from, just die!" She flicked the power towards him.
Red ultima..? Cloud thought, doing his best to shield himself with the Ultima Weapon in the instant before it hit. It exploded around him, waves of energy impossibly kicking up puffs of dust from the labs spotless polished floor. He ignored the mini explosion as the mystile shattered, caught by a trailing wisp of power. It sent its materia everywhere. Regen took care of the cuts on his arm but he wouldn't be casting it again unless he could find the Restore materia from where ever it had flown off to. Cloud covered himself with his arms and waited for the worst.
It never came.
Cautiously, half-expecting Jenova to strike at any second Cloud peered around the edge of the Ultima Weapon.
"NO!" His heart went cold and from the corner of his eye he could see Jenova snigger but he didn't care.
Sephiroth... Sephiroth lay between them. He was twisted awkwardly, lying on his wounded side, his shoulder now bearing the marks of battle. He was looking at Cloud, eyes half closed but shining with relief.
"It's better this way... Cloud, it really is. I shouldn't have called you here, not when you were happy in your worlds. I should have been stronger, so it's really better this way..." With a final sigh, his eyes closed slowly, never leaving Cloud and a soft smile creased his lips.
"That was unexpected," Jenova commented brightly. "But he was right," she grinned, drawing the red energy again. "It is better this way."
Cloud didn't hear her. He heard Sephiroth again, echoing. "It's better this way..?" he choked. "What's better this way?" He ignored the tears he could feel gathering in his eyes. "Nothing's better this way," Cloud whispered quietly. "It wasn't better with Aeris," he continued even though Sephiroth couldn't hear him and Jenova really didn't care about his pain. So what makes you think it will be better for you Sephiroth?" He questioned brokenly. "I just found you, I don't want to let go..."
::He's not...::
Shut up!
::So you're just gonna let Jenova win, you're gonna let it end like this? I'm disappointed in the both of you. You gonna let her use your form, our form, so that the world will only know hatred for Cloud Strife? I wouldn't worry about that much though, there won't be much of a world left once she's finished. You're really gonna let her win like this? You're gonna let her get away again, after everything she's done?::
Aeris... smiling to the end and he stood motionless as Sephiroth, Jenova left. Sephiroth, ignoring his own pain and looking at him with love, a love he shared but had yet to return as Jenova laughed and he still did nothing. Sephiroth... smiling... The images hit him hard.
"Once more, insect, I bid you good bye." The red energy flew again.
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Red. Everything was covered in red but nothing hurt, nothing was damaged. He stood in the centre of the Ultima spell no shields, no barriers but the spell moved harmlessly around him. As the red mist cleared he looked at Jenova, almost disinterested, one hand clasped around a small orb.
"I don't need to touch the Planet," he murmured at her disbelief. "I just need to touch the stars to kill you. The Planet is the ultimate defense, the universe the final attack. I told you Jenova, this time, you're going to stay dead."
Cloud held out his left hand, discarding the Ultima Weapon. He didn't need it now. The orb in his hand glowed. Impossible as it was pure black energy radiated outwards and intense streams of it crackled up his arm. He raised his right hand, responding to impulses which were purely instinctive. There was no thought, there was only hatred, hot and dark, thrilling its way through his mind and body, offering and giving him power beyond anything he'd ever felt, power that could be blocked only by one other source. But that source Jenova was incapable of seeing, of understanding.
He stood in the centre of a glowing sphere of black power, hovering over the floor of the lab. He looked down at where Jenova was, once again summoning her energy and smiled. It wasn't gong to be enough. Nothing could be enough to save her from his rage. She had taken his home, his mother, Aeris, his dream, his life, his body, his new found and young love. No emotion she could summon could stop his strike.
Cloud pointed. "Go!" he commanded the energy and the entire sphere moved from around him, slamming into Jenova's red energy.
"I... won't... be... beaten!" she growled in the instant her power held his at bay. "I cannot be beaten."
"You have been defeated," he said softly, flexing his hand slightly, sending an additional pulse of energy towards her. "Now all that remains for you is to die."
"NO!" She managed the final scream before the darkness engulfed her.
Inside the sphere she screamed ad the energy burned away her shielding and continued, seeping into her pores and burning. It was eating away her cells, her being, driving her out of the body she had been given. It was impossible but she knew, where the burning had passed through the layers of skin her cells had been petrified, returning to the earth the accursed Cetera had trapped her in so long ago. But it was an earth she could escape from.
"No!" she gasped, nearly choking on that single syllable as she looked up.
That other Cloud wasn't going to return her to the Planet, the Planet she could break free of as she'd initially assumed. He was doing something else. She looked out and saw him make the last command.
Defenseless but not needing defenses Cloud still hovered, suspended above the black energy that contained the sreaming struggling form of Jenova. She was trapped, she was dying but there was one last thing to do, to wipe her from existence. He glanced over and nearly lost it all.
Silver stained red, tattered darkness, a broken picture of perfection. "Sephiroth," he whispered the name as summoning, giving one last order to Meteor.
Above the ShinRa building, the rock conjured into being flashed and then hurtled downward, locked on to its target. It smashed through the upper floors without slowing down and impacted with the dark sphere that welcomed it and contained its force. Inside the sphere burned white.
One thousand ultima spells all at once and all contained. The screaming roaring noise of crashing water and the brilliant red blue flash of a Flare. Jenova didn't have a chance. If she cried out, it was inaudible, if she struggled, it could not be seen.
Finally, slowly the power faded and the sphere disappeared. All that was left was the cold steel of the Masamune. The bindings on the hilt were gone, burned away with Jenova. It clattered to the ground in the sudden silence.
"It's over," Cloud whispered before the ground raced up to meet him. He managed to shift slightly, to rest his head on the Ultima Weapon and slot the Black Materia back into its position next to Holy. After that all he could do was breathe, ignoring the tears that streamed from his eyes.
It wasn't fair. Was his dream that wrong, that he'd given up one pain, one life, only to find another, even more painful? Was it that wrong to want to be at peace? Was he always going to watch the one's he loved die?
Cloud didn't notice the wisps of green that were beginning to gather around him. He couldn't see anything but the never-ending and unforgiving darkness, couldn't feel anything but the cold hard pain driving its way through his chest, choking him. He didn't even bother fighting it. What was the point? It would only lead to more pain. It was better just to let go.
"Cloud..." the voice came to him in a dream.
"I'm coming..." he breathed the reply, a smile on his lips. "Sephiroth..."
To be Continued...
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