From the author of
An Autobiography of Vincent Valentine
Phoenix Down.
Part Eta
Din
"For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known." (Bible, King James Version-- 1Cor.13)
I wanted to run. Just I needed to just get the hell out of there.
Whatever Sephiroth was planning to do to me, it wouldn't work. I wouldn't let him take my body, or whatever his plan was. Just like the creepy red eyes with the empty voice said to me; he couldn't come back because he was an angel, and angels were not physical. Maybe he wanted my body, I don't know.
I ran up the wooden basement stairs, and tugged on the door handle. I pounded on the basement door, and yelled, screamed, and wailed.
It wouldn't budge.
"Trying to leave so soon?"
Out of the darkness of the basement shadows, Sephiroth appeared. He maneuvered around the scattered boxes with his sword in hand. He smiled. His green eyes caught the light and illuminated the blackness like a feline's.
I yelled as I pulled on the door that I would have nothing to do with his evil plans.
"'Evil plans?' those are your words, not mine. Why don't you take a seat?"
I screamed, 'no!' about a billion and one times.
He simply sat upon the torn up, musty, red, couches rather calmly.
"Calm yourself." He snapped when my voice started to get horse.
"Get your tape recorder."
I finally subsided. The tape recorder was left on one of the red sofas.
I sat down tiered, out of breath, confused, and above all-afraid.
"Don't turn it on yet. Why are you so upset?"
I muttered something about the there being a hallway, and now a bunch of scratches of one winged angels, or something along that line.
He laughed.
Then he began to talk.
I snapped the recorder on.
~
SOLDIER accepted Sephiroth almost immediately. According to the records, his academics were outstanding, he passed the physical agility tests without whim, and hearsay said he would be the next Alexander. Alexander was a former general in SOLDIER that everyone looked up to; he was brilliant, beautiful, and in the best shape of anyone before him.
Sephiroth was ecstatic that he was accepted. He spent weeks preparing for his summer departure.
Sephiroth's room at the lab was filled with miscellaneous papers, posters, crossword puzzles, jigsaw puzzles, posters, and models. He had many mathematical hobbies.
He loved to build things.
He loved to solve things.
Rarely did he do anything artistically creative.
Before Gast was arrested, he swore that Sephiroth would make a mathematical or strategic genius.
Sephiroth's latest project was penned out on blueprint- he wanted to build a perfect sword made especially for him. He lacked the materials.
He swore to himself that he would continue the side project when he got into SOLDIER. They would be sure to supply him with what he needed.
There was a rapping on Sephiroth's door.
He dropped his pile of laundry on the floor, and turned off the blaring opera he had on his tape player.
"Sephiroth! Answer me!" Screeched Hojo from the other side of the door.
The young Sephiroth rolled his eyes.
"Did you take the injection today?"
Sephiroth ignored him, and continued packing.
On his dresser was a framed photograph of professor Gast, Ifalna, and Lucrecia.
He knew who Gast was, and Ifalna seemed familiar, but he had no idea who Lucrecia was.
He took the photograph with him.
He also had a photograph of Hojo.
He debated on weather taking that with him.
"Sephiroth! Answer this DOOR!"
Sephiroth sighed, and stumbled over a pile of laundry. He answered the door.
"Did you inject the medicine?" Hojo invited himself into Sephiroth's laboratory/makeshift bedroom.
"Yes. Yes, I took it." Sephiroth answered honestly while combing his fingers through his long silver hair.
"Good. You don't need to be developing wrinkles at your age. It is bad enough that your hair is gra-"
Sephiroth shot Hojo a cold glare.
"Are you... packed, boy?"
"Nearly. I'm not taking half of this crap with me."
Hojo smirked, and tangled his thin fingers behind his hunched back.
Hojo then stroked his thin, hairless chin.
"You know-I'm proud of you-making something of yourself instead of wasting your life in that useless music band you were into a while ago."
Sephiroth didn't reply. He only continued packing his clothes.
He would never tell Hojo that he loved to sing.
"What else was I going to tell you?" Hojo mused.
Sephiroth just wished that he would leave as so he could pack in peace.
He had an odd relationship with Hojo- never once did he call him father, but he was the closest thing to.
"I don't know, you tell me. What were you going to tell me?"
"Don't get smart with me. That would be the STUPIDEST thing you could do right now. Because, I can not let you go."
"Not really. I'm an adult, now. I can go if I want to."
"Ha! That's what you think, boy."
Sephiroth rolled his eyes again while his back was to Hojo.
Hojo cursed Sephiroth under his breath, and slowly walked further into the room.
"I can't wait till I can get the heck out of here. Thank god for SOLDIER." Sephiroth muttered under his breath.
Sephiroth began packing his many books. He loved to read, both fiction and non fiction. He especially loved philosophy and physics books.
But he hated the far-out unrealistic fantasy.
He thought that was just stupid.
He figured that if the novel had a talking animal, that the animal should be quarantined and put under study- or just shot.
He loved the novel, "Brave New World."
"Hojo..."
"What?" The doctor snapped a little irritated as he was examining some plane models Sephiroth had built in his room.
"What was mother's name?" He flatly asked without looking at Hojo. He kept his hands busy as he waited under the heavy hesitation of Hojo for an answer.
"...Lu- Jenova. Her name was Jenova. Why do you ask?"
"I wanted to know before I left. That's all. I- well, you know that I never knew her. What was she like- did you know her well?" Sephiroth asked as he quickly stuffed some Materia in his bag that Hojo didn't know he had.
"She was... No, I didn't know her well."
"What did she look like?" He asked as he flipped through a rutty old book that he decided against taking.
"She was... a lot like you."
"How's that?" Sephiroth lifted his bright green eyes curiously.
"She died while giving birth to you." Hojo added dismissively.
"How was she like me?"
"Science. She was like a science experiment."
"What?!"
"I mean, she was dedicated to science, and mathematics, much like you."
"I think I've come across that name before in some of the files- Jenova." Sephiroth said as he rose to his feet while hoisting up a heavy bag.
"That's all. I'll see you later once you are fully packed." Hojo stroked his face and headed for the door.
"Oh! And stay OUT of those FILES! They ARE CLASSIFIED! That MEANS they are not for YOUR EYES!" He slammed the door as he left.
"Jenova. Pretty name, eh, mom?" Sephiroth sighed, and said to himself. He scanned the room once more deciding what and what not to take with him to SOLDIER. The blue prints- he had to take them with him.
He would name the sword, "Masamune," after the old mythological stories.
Sephiroth scratched his head.
Masamune was the first Samurai to use two swords.
He was a great swordsman, according to ledgend.
Sephiroth wanted to become a great swordsman, more so than anything.
Perhaps even more so than the desire to sing.
He was already good with the sword, but SOLDIER would make him great...
Singing... it leads to nothing.
That's why he left the band.
He wanted to be stronger than any man... as unrealistic as that sounded...
He wanted to be great, to be famous, to have other men look up to his strength, to be honored.
He smiled and laughed quietly at himself as he lifted his bags.
He thought he was silly.
At least he was striving for something.
He never met another man who could thus far beat him in sparrs.
Doesn't matter.
Just because you win doesn't make you great, he said to himself.
Oh well.
Perhaps mother would be proud, if she were alive.
Suddenly, it occurred to him that she died as so he could live.
Why didn't Hojo tell him that before- because he thought that he would feel guilty?
Perhaps.
But, she thought that he was good enough to die for- he suddenly felt loved and appriciated...
Sephiroth wished he knew such a nobel woman.
She wasn't like Hojo.
Hojo was a cold man- Sephiroth thought as he walked out of his room.
What if Hojo was lying to him, as he had done in the past... What if she were alive?
Unlikely.
Jenova.
...
...
Sephiroth wished he knew Jenova.
An Autobiography of Vincent Valentine
Phoenix Down.
Part Eta
Din
"For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known." (Bible, King James Version-- 1Cor.13)
I wanted to run. Just I needed to just get the hell out of there.
Whatever Sephiroth was planning to do to me, it wouldn't work. I wouldn't let him take my body, or whatever his plan was. Just like the creepy red eyes with the empty voice said to me; he couldn't come back because he was an angel, and angels were not physical. Maybe he wanted my body, I don't know.
I ran up the wooden basement stairs, and tugged on the door handle. I pounded on the basement door, and yelled, screamed, and wailed.
It wouldn't budge.
"Trying to leave so soon?"
Out of the darkness of the basement shadows, Sephiroth appeared. He maneuvered around the scattered boxes with his sword in hand. He smiled. His green eyes caught the light and illuminated the blackness like a feline's.
I yelled as I pulled on the door that I would have nothing to do with his evil plans.
"'Evil plans?' those are your words, not mine. Why don't you take a seat?"
I screamed, 'no!' about a billion and one times.
He simply sat upon the torn up, musty, red, couches rather calmly.
"Calm yourself." He snapped when my voice started to get horse.
"Get your tape recorder."
I finally subsided. The tape recorder was left on one of the red sofas.
I sat down tiered, out of breath, confused, and above all-afraid.
"Don't turn it on yet. Why are you so upset?"
I muttered something about the there being a hallway, and now a bunch of scratches of one winged angels, or something along that line.
He laughed.
Then he began to talk.
I snapped the recorder on.
~
SOLDIER accepted Sephiroth almost immediately. According to the records, his academics were outstanding, he passed the physical agility tests without whim, and hearsay said he would be the next Alexander. Alexander was a former general in SOLDIER that everyone looked up to; he was brilliant, beautiful, and in the best shape of anyone before him.
Sephiroth was ecstatic that he was accepted. He spent weeks preparing for his summer departure.
Sephiroth's room at the lab was filled with miscellaneous papers, posters, crossword puzzles, jigsaw puzzles, posters, and models. He had many mathematical hobbies.
He loved to build things.
He loved to solve things.
Rarely did he do anything artistically creative.
Before Gast was arrested, he swore that Sephiroth would make a mathematical or strategic genius.
Sephiroth's latest project was penned out on blueprint- he wanted to build a perfect sword made especially for him. He lacked the materials.
He swore to himself that he would continue the side project when he got into SOLDIER. They would be sure to supply him with what he needed.
There was a rapping on Sephiroth's door.
He dropped his pile of laundry on the floor, and turned off the blaring opera he had on his tape player.
"Sephiroth! Answer me!" Screeched Hojo from the other side of the door.
The young Sephiroth rolled his eyes.
"Did you take the injection today?"
Sephiroth ignored him, and continued packing.
On his dresser was a framed photograph of professor Gast, Ifalna, and Lucrecia.
He knew who Gast was, and Ifalna seemed familiar, but he had no idea who Lucrecia was.
He took the photograph with him.
He also had a photograph of Hojo.
He debated on weather taking that with him.
"Sephiroth! Answer this DOOR!"
Sephiroth sighed, and stumbled over a pile of laundry. He answered the door.
"Did you inject the medicine?" Hojo invited himself into Sephiroth's laboratory/makeshift bedroom.
"Yes. Yes, I took it." Sephiroth answered honestly while combing his fingers through his long silver hair.
"Good. You don't need to be developing wrinkles at your age. It is bad enough that your hair is gra-"
Sephiroth shot Hojo a cold glare.
"Are you... packed, boy?"
"Nearly. I'm not taking half of this crap with me."
Hojo smirked, and tangled his thin fingers behind his hunched back.
Hojo then stroked his thin, hairless chin.
"You know-I'm proud of you-making something of yourself instead of wasting your life in that useless music band you were into a while ago."
Sephiroth didn't reply. He only continued packing his clothes.
He would never tell Hojo that he loved to sing.
"What else was I going to tell you?" Hojo mused.
Sephiroth just wished that he would leave as so he could pack in peace.
He had an odd relationship with Hojo- never once did he call him father, but he was the closest thing to.
"I don't know, you tell me. What were you going to tell me?"
"Don't get smart with me. That would be the STUPIDEST thing you could do right now. Because, I can not let you go."
"Not really. I'm an adult, now. I can go if I want to."
"Ha! That's what you think, boy."
Sephiroth rolled his eyes again while his back was to Hojo.
Hojo cursed Sephiroth under his breath, and slowly walked further into the room.
"I can't wait till I can get the heck out of here. Thank god for SOLDIER." Sephiroth muttered under his breath.
Sephiroth began packing his many books. He loved to read, both fiction and non fiction. He especially loved philosophy and physics books.
But he hated the far-out unrealistic fantasy.
He thought that was just stupid.
He figured that if the novel had a talking animal, that the animal should be quarantined and put under study- or just shot.
He loved the novel, "Brave New World."
"Hojo..."
"What?" The doctor snapped a little irritated as he was examining some plane models Sephiroth had built in his room.
"What was mother's name?" He flatly asked without looking at Hojo. He kept his hands busy as he waited under the heavy hesitation of Hojo for an answer.
"...Lu- Jenova. Her name was Jenova. Why do you ask?"
"I wanted to know before I left. That's all. I- well, you know that I never knew her. What was she like- did you know her well?" Sephiroth asked as he quickly stuffed some Materia in his bag that Hojo didn't know he had.
"She was... No, I didn't know her well."
"What did she look like?" He asked as he flipped through a rutty old book that he decided against taking.
"She was... a lot like you."
"How's that?" Sephiroth lifted his bright green eyes curiously.
"She died while giving birth to you." Hojo added dismissively.
"How was she like me?"
"Science. She was like a science experiment."
"What?!"
"I mean, she was dedicated to science, and mathematics, much like you."
"I think I've come across that name before in some of the files- Jenova." Sephiroth said as he rose to his feet while hoisting up a heavy bag.
"That's all. I'll see you later once you are fully packed." Hojo stroked his face and headed for the door.
"Oh! And stay OUT of those FILES! They ARE CLASSIFIED! That MEANS they are not for YOUR EYES!" He slammed the door as he left.
"Jenova. Pretty name, eh, mom?" Sephiroth sighed, and said to himself. He scanned the room once more deciding what and what not to take with him to SOLDIER. The blue prints- he had to take them with him.
He would name the sword, "Masamune," after the old mythological stories.
Sephiroth scratched his head.
Masamune was the first Samurai to use two swords.
He was a great swordsman, according to ledgend.
Sephiroth wanted to become a great swordsman, more so than anything.
Perhaps even more so than the desire to sing.
He was already good with the sword, but SOLDIER would make him great...
Singing... it leads to nothing.
That's why he left the band.
He wanted to be stronger than any man... as unrealistic as that sounded...
He wanted to be great, to be famous, to have other men look up to his strength, to be honored.
He smiled and laughed quietly at himself as he lifted his bags.
He thought he was silly.
At least he was striving for something.
He never met another man who could thus far beat him in sparrs.
Doesn't matter.
Just because you win doesn't make you great, he said to himself.
Oh well.
Perhaps mother would be proud, if she were alive.
Suddenly, it occurred to him that she died as so he could live.
Why didn't Hojo tell him that before- because he thought that he would feel guilty?
Perhaps.
But, she thought that he was good enough to die for- he suddenly felt loved and appriciated...
Sephiroth wished he knew such a nobel woman.
She wasn't like Hojo.
Hojo was a cold man- Sephiroth thought as he walked out of his room.
What if Hojo was lying to him, as he had done in the past... What if she were alive?
Unlikely.
Jenova.
...
...
Sephiroth wished he knew Jenova.