Griever: Chapter Five:
Sooty lashes fluttered. Once, twice, then slowly started to lift.
He groaned, feeling as though he was in the water. It seemed to take forever to press his fingertips to his forehead. This reminded him all too vividly of when he'd awoken in the Infirmary, forehead throbbing due to a new wound.
He felt the rough flesh of his scar, tracing it for a second when a voice spoke up from his left.
"So. You are awake."
The bandana was ragged, the color of it as dark as freshly spilled blood. But no matter how carefully he wound it, a few wisps of black seemed to escape from its hold.
He supposed his hair was too long, hanging mid back in a heavy mass of black silk. It hadn't always been that way, but sometimes, he enjoyed the weight of his hair, one of the few things that kept him tethered to this world.
Behind crimson eyes, Chaos lurked.
Squall's eyes widened for a second. It wasn't the good doctor, asking him how his head felt. A rather inane question, he'd always thought. After all, it was his blood that'd been all over her lab coat.
Jade eyes were settled on him, eyes from a book he'd read. The very man that Seifer had modeled himself after, and strived to be.
"Sephiroth." The silver head canted slightly, and then those eyes were upon him again, darker then earlier. Deadlier.
"I found your... Weapon, outside." Pause, while Squall's eyes narrowed slightly. Something was up...
"How did you come to be in possession of Griever?"
Ellone frowned as she flipped through the pages again. She knew this book inside out, or so she had thought. Vincent had been killed before Cloud awakened him, killed by Hojo and then joined by 'spirits' as they had been described to the children.
However, as she had read right now, he was very much alive.
And planning on extracting his revenge on those who had taken his love.
He was planning on making them Grieve.
"Griever?" Squall questioned, stalling. It seemed he knew of Griever, but Squall did not understand why that would worry him.
"He's been in my family for..."
Actually, he didn't know. Nor, who he'd come from. He'd assumed Raine's after Laguna's rather fumbled confession upon the plane and in the palace. It didn't take an idiot to put two and two together, along with what Ellone had told him.
"So. You command him? He aids you?'
"What do you mean..." He saved from whatever else Sephiroth had been about to ask, thanks to a sharp rap on the door. With a slight scowl, the fair headed man stood. He'd been holding the Lionheart, and carefully placed it upon the bed. Although he'd never wield a weapon such as it, he felt a kinship with the blade that he could not understand or explain.
"We *will* discuss this later." In a tone that brooked no argument.
He walked towards the door, then paused, turning.
"By the way..." Squall waited. "What is your name?"
"Squall. Squall Leonhart." The youth replied, a bit sullenly. He was still groggy, and Sephiroth's sudden grilling had not been welcomed.
"Squall..." The other repeated, softly, their eyes locking as he did so. "It fits." A small smile flitted around his lips, and then he was gone.
With a sigh, Squall let his eyes close again.
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A/N - Yes, it's slowly moving along. This is where I beg for help. ^_^ I've gotten up to Disc 2 on FFVII - buuuuttt... I don't know much about Zack and Vinnie. So - if anyone can point out any links with info on those two, I will be indebted to you for the remainder of this story. ^^
Usual Disclaimers: Square owns them all. :sniff:
Sooty lashes fluttered. Once, twice, then slowly started to lift.
He groaned, feeling as though he was in the water. It seemed to take forever to press his fingertips to his forehead. This reminded him all too vividly of when he'd awoken in the Infirmary, forehead throbbing due to a new wound.
He felt the rough flesh of his scar, tracing it for a second when a voice spoke up from his left.
"So. You are awake."
The bandana was ragged, the color of it as dark as freshly spilled blood. But no matter how carefully he wound it, a few wisps of black seemed to escape from its hold.
He supposed his hair was too long, hanging mid back in a heavy mass of black silk. It hadn't always been that way, but sometimes, he enjoyed the weight of his hair, one of the few things that kept him tethered to this world.
Behind crimson eyes, Chaos lurked.
Squall's eyes widened for a second. It wasn't the good doctor, asking him how his head felt. A rather inane question, he'd always thought. After all, it was his blood that'd been all over her lab coat.
Jade eyes were settled on him, eyes from a book he'd read. The very man that Seifer had modeled himself after, and strived to be.
"Sephiroth." The silver head canted slightly, and then those eyes were upon him again, darker then earlier. Deadlier.
"I found your... Weapon, outside." Pause, while Squall's eyes narrowed slightly. Something was up...
"How did you come to be in possession of Griever?"
Ellone frowned as she flipped through the pages again. She knew this book inside out, or so she had thought. Vincent had been killed before Cloud awakened him, killed by Hojo and then joined by 'spirits' as they had been described to the children.
However, as she had read right now, he was very much alive.
And planning on extracting his revenge on those who had taken his love.
He was planning on making them Grieve.
"Griever?" Squall questioned, stalling. It seemed he knew of Griever, but Squall did not understand why that would worry him.
"He's been in my family for..."
Actually, he didn't know. Nor, who he'd come from. He'd assumed Raine's after Laguna's rather fumbled confession upon the plane and in the palace. It didn't take an idiot to put two and two together, along with what Ellone had told him.
"So. You command him? He aids you?'
"What do you mean..." He saved from whatever else Sephiroth had been about to ask, thanks to a sharp rap on the door. With a slight scowl, the fair headed man stood. He'd been holding the Lionheart, and carefully placed it upon the bed. Although he'd never wield a weapon such as it, he felt a kinship with the blade that he could not understand or explain.
"We *will* discuss this later." In a tone that brooked no argument.
He walked towards the door, then paused, turning.
"By the way..." Squall waited. "What is your name?"
"Squall. Squall Leonhart." The youth replied, a bit sullenly. He was still groggy, and Sephiroth's sudden grilling had not been welcomed.
"Squall..." The other repeated, softly, their eyes locking as he did so. "It fits." A small smile flitted around his lips, and then he was gone.
With a sigh, Squall let his eyes close again.
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A/N - Yes, it's slowly moving along. This is where I beg for help. ^_^ I've gotten up to Disc 2 on FFVII - buuuuttt... I don't know much about Zack and Vinnie. So - if anyone can point out any links with info on those two, I will be indebted to you for the remainder of this story. ^^
Usual Disclaimers: Square owns them all. :sniff: