LionHeart: Chapter Three:
It wasn't until he stripped him of his jacket, that he was sure that he was a warrior. His arms were not as bulky as one who fought with their fists, but years of swinging a weapon gave one a certain line to their arms and body. It would explain why he was so lean. His clothing fetish explained why he was so pale.
Even though he'd fainted, he wasn't running a fever, nor did he have the chills. Sephiroth frowned thoughtfully, then pulled a thin cotton sheet up to his chest. Perhaps he just needed sleep, if one was judging from the dark smudges under his eyes. Maybe when he awoke, he'd finally find out his name.
He placed the jacket and gloves on a small dresser, then closed the door gently as he left the room. Although worried about his new guest, he wanted to retrieve Masamune. Not that anyone would dare come here uninvited...
A small smile lit his lips, one had dared, and he placed him in his bedroom. What would Zack say?
After pulling Masamune from it's dirt sheath, he ran a gloved hand along the blade, wiping off the more visible specks. He'd give it a more through cleansing later. A faint humming caught his ears, and he turned slightly towards the sound, gripping the hilt a bit more tightly.
He frowned slightly, wondering if yet another had dared to drop onto his training field. He walked towards the sound, the humming become more intense as he drew closer. Also, a faint blue sheen could be noticed.
He was not expecting what he saw, lying in the grass like a discarded toy.
Lionheart.
Sephiroth blinked, crouching down to get a closer look at the weapon. The whole blade shimmered with energy, yet it was not materia equipped. The hilt of the weapon was gun shaped, a silver lion perched upon it. A lion with wings...
This belonged to that boy? He reached over to pick it up, surprised when he was unable to lift it as easily as he'd thought. The weapon was a lot heavier then it looked, yet he and the owner were built the same. Could it be then, that he was telling the truth? He was not of this time, and perhaps... not even of this world.
'Seed.' He mused, running the edge of a gloved finger along the shimmering blade.
'Squall...'
He tried to reach out to the voice, wincing when he fell to his knees. The light before him was so close, but something was telling to stay away from it.
'Sis... Why am I here...?'
There was no answer to his question.
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Notes: I own nothing. Squaresoft is god of all.
Vote time: Should it be a Sephiroth/Squall pairing? (That's how I had it orginally planned...but... I don't want to seem as though I'm taking anoyone else's plot bunnies or anything)
So, you get to help decide! Review/email, however. Just let me know your thoughts. =)
It wasn't until he stripped him of his jacket, that he was sure that he was a warrior. His arms were not as bulky as one who fought with their fists, but years of swinging a weapon gave one a certain line to their arms and body. It would explain why he was so lean. His clothing fetish explained why he was so pale.
Even though he'd fainted, he wasn't running a fever, nor did he have the chills. Sephiroth frowned thoughtfully, then pulled a thin cotton sheet up to his chest. Perhaps he just needed sleep, if one was judging from the dark smudges under his eyes. Maybe when he awoke, he'd finally find out his name.
He placed the jacket and gloves on a small dresser, then closed the door gently as he left the room. Although worried about his new guest, he wanted to retrieve Masamune. Not that anyone would dare come here uninvited...
A small smile lit his lips, one had dared, and he placed him in his bedroom. What would Zack say?
After pulling Masamune from it's dirt sheath, he ran a gloved hand along the blade, wiping off the more visible specks. He'd give it a more through cleansing later. A faint humming caught his ears, and he turned slightly towards the sound, gripping the hilt a bit more tightly.
He frowned slightly, wondering if yet another had dared to drop onto his training field. He walked towards the sound, the humming become more intense as he drew closer. Also, a faint blue sheen could be noticed.
He was not expecting what he saw, lying in the grass like a discarded toy.
Lionheart.
Sephiroth blinked, crouching down to get a closer look at the weapon. The whole blade shimmered with energy, yet it was not materia equipped. The hilt of the weapon was gun shaped, a silver lion perched upon it. A lion with wings...
This belonged to that boy? He reached over to pick it up, surprised when he was unable to lift it as easily as he'd thought. The weapon was a lot heavier then it looked, yet he and the owner were built the same. Could it be then, that he was telling the truth? He was not of this time, and perhaps... not even of this world.
'Seed.' He mused, running the edge of a gloved finger along the shimmering blade.
'Squall...'
He tried to reach out to the voice, wincing when he fell to his knees. The light before him was so close, but something was telling to stay away from it.
'Sis... Why am I here...?'
There was no answer to his question.
--
Notes: I own nothing. Squaresoft is god of all.
Vote time: Should it be a Sephiroth/Squall pairing? (That's how I had it orginally planned...but... I don't want to seem as though I'm taking anoyone else's plot bunnies or anything)
So, you get to help decide! Review/email, however. Just let me know your thoughts. =)