Reflections: Chapter Eight:
Zack poked his head though the bedroom door. The white sheets surrounding Squall swamped his slim form. Sephiroth wasn't that tall, but they had ordered this huge bed for him, which took up over one half of the bedroom.
Squall lay on his side; Lionheart cradled next to him as though it were a stuffed animal. The blue sheen of the blade bathed his porcelain skin and the pillow in it's light, making his features seem even softer, younger. The angry slash on his forehead didn't stand out as much, not that it had distracted from his eleven beauty in the first place.
Zack chuckled to himself, no wonder Sephiroth had decided to carry him off.
"Must you always think with that brain?" A smooth voice enquired behind him, and Zack smirked.
"Not always."
Silence. He didn't have to turn to know that his friend had just rolled his eyes and shook his head. For men of their age, they often acted far younger.
"If you would please, speak to him."
"But he looks so cute, I don't want to..."
"Zack." He stilled. There was an air of urgency in Sephiroth's tone. One unfamiliar to the dark haired man. In all the time he'd know him...
"He has Griever. I need to know how. I need to why. I need to know where he is from. Please."
".... Alright...."
Zack stepped into the room, softly moving across the carpeted floor to perch on the edge of the bed. Squall shifted, brown furrowing, lips tightening into a faint scowl.
'Dreaming... Should I wake him?'
The question was answered as Zack leaned forward, and Squall's eyes opened at the same instant.
His pupils were dilated, onyx surrounded by a thin ring of mercury.
Squall saw a pair of concerned eyes, veiled by soft black bangs.
"Laguna...?" He questioned, hopefully. He just wanted to wake up, to be home. Wherever that was, whenever that was. For the first time, he'd allowed himself to trust in his friends, opened his heart to someone for the second, and dared to believe in something called love.
And he'd been brought here, for no rhyme or reason.
"No." The owner of the eyes said softly, sadly. "My name is Zack."
Sephiroth closed the door, sighing. 'He has no idea what he's in for.'
Truly, none of them did, but he suspected. Which was more then enough for him to want to take action. He wasn't sure until he'd found the weapon that Griever was still alive. They all thought he'd been trapped in Vincent forever, after Hojo had tried to place Mako energy inside of him. Sephiroth was used to the energy, the slow burning yet chilled feeling it gave your body as it went through your veins.
Zack had taken to it well, although not as advanced as Sephiroth, he didn't get as sick anymore.
Vincent however, snapped. When Chaos had taken over him the first time, he had killed Ghast and ruined over half a decade's research. Luckily, no one in the town had any idea what was going on, since he and Zack had taken care of the situation. They had been what... twelve, thirteen?
He never forgot how the dark haired man had stared at him. There was a pale blue edge to the blood colored eyes. Showing he'd once been human, as Hojo as explained. But those eyes showed nothing human; instead an insane anger glinted. But as he looked at him, something had changed, the ruby color fading a bit, as did the anger.
"Get away while you can."
"What?" He had sputtered, confused.
"Leave. Because... Next time, I will kill you. Make no mistake about that."
And in a flash of crimson and black, he was gone.
What had he seen that made Vincent spare him? Sephiroth had long searched for the answer. Maybe this time, he would finally be able to find out.
"Who's Laguna?"
"He's... My..."
'My What, Squall. You're not even sure yourself, though you suspect. But is suspecting knowing?'
"Nevermind. I'm sure he's someone important to you."
Squall just nodded, noticing the different tint to Zack's eyes, the light blue reminding him of colored contacts. Seifer's would sometimes slip if he moved his head too quickly, but you could tell the deep purple-blue color was not his.
It seemed the same with Zack's eyes, the blue rippling over a pool of green, never one true color.
"Sephiroth asked me to speak to you." The brunette's eyes closed, a sigh released, then he opened them again.
"I suppose I must not be dreaming then. You are a Solider?"
"Yes..."
"And part of Shrin-Ra?"
"Yes..."
"But you're supposed to be dead."
Sephiroth glanced upon the polished blade of the Masamune. A pair of green eyes stared back, framed by long silver lashes, nearly translucent. It'd become a sort of habit, staring into mirrors and pools, just looking into his eyes.
He tried to see himself through them, tried to see what everyone else saw.
But all he saw was the same thing every time,
Nothing.
"Dead?" Zack questioned, paling a bit. Squall nodded.
"Yes.... You died, and Cloud took your place. But.... Something went wrong, because I'm here. Or maybe I was thrown back before the book started."
"Book?"
Another nod, "You're a fictional character.... In a book I read as a child. It's why Seifer and I took up the swords. We wanted to be you, Cloud, and Sephiroth." A pause.
"But you're in front of me now. As he is. What am I supposed to believe? My eyes, or what my memories tell me?
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I tried to make it a little longer. -_-;;
So, continue, yay or nay? ^_^
Disclaimers: I own a lot of Squaresoft games, but everyone within this story belongs to them, not I.
Zack poked his head though the bedroom door. The white sheets surrounding Squall swamped his slim form. Sephiroth wasn't that tall, but they had ordered this huge bed for him, which took up over one half of the bedroom.
Squall lay on his side; Lionheart cradled next to him as though it were a stuffed animal. The blue sheen of the blade bathed his porcelain skin and the pillow in it's light, making his features seem even softer, younger. The angry slash on his forehead didn't stand out as much, not that it had distracted from his eleven beauty in the first place.
Zack chuckled to himself, no wonder Sephiroth had decided to carry him off.
"Must you always think with that brain?" A smooth voice enquired behind him, and Zack smirked.
"Not always."
Silence. He didn't have to turn to know that his friend had just rolled his eyes and shook his head. For men of their age, they often acted far younger.
"If you would please, speak to him."
"But he looks so cute, I don't want to..."
"Zack." He stilled. There was an air of urgency in Sephiroth's tone. One unfamiliar to the dark haired man. In all the time he'd know him...
"He has Griever. I need to know how. I need to why. I need to know where he is from. Please."
".... Alright...."
Zack stepped into the room, softly moving across the carpeted floor to perch on the edge of the bed. Squall shifted, brown furrowing, lips tightening into a faint scowl.
'Dreaming... Should I wake him?'
The question was answered as Zack leaned forward, and Squall's eyes opened at the same instant.
His pupils were dilated, onyx surrounded by a thin ring of mercury.
Squall saw a pair of concerned eyes, veiled by soft black bangs.
"Laguna...?" He questioned, hopefully. He just wanted to wake up, to be home. Wherever that was, whenever that was. For the first time, he'd allowed himself to trust in his friends, opened his heart to someone for the second, and dared to believe in something called love.
And he'd been brought here, for no rhyme or reason.
"No." The owner of the eyes said softly, sadly. "My name is Zack."
Sephiroth closed the door, sighing. 'He has no idea what he's in for.'
Truly, none of them did, but he suspected. Which was more then enough for him to want to take action. He wasn't sure until he'd found the weapon that Griever was still alive. They all thought he'd been trapped in Vincent forever, after Hojo had tried to place Mako energy inside of him. Sephiroth was used to the energy, the slow burning yet chilled feeling it gave your body as it went through your veins.
Zack had taken to it well, although not as advanced as Sephiroth, he didn't get as sick anymore.
Vincent however, snapped. When Chaos had taken over him the first time, he had killed Ghast and ruined over half a decade's research. Luckily, no one in the town had any idea what was going on, since he and Zack had taken care of the situation. They had been what... twelve, thirteen?
He never forgot how the dark haired man had stared at him. There was a pale blue edge to the blood colored eyes. Showing he'd once been human, as Hojo as explained. But those eyes showed nothing human; instead an insane anger glinted. But as he looked at him, something had changed, the ruby color fading a bit, as did the anger.
"Get away while you can."
"What?" He had sputtered, confused.
"Leave. Because... Next time, I will kill you. Make no mistake about that."
And in a flash of crimson and black, he was gone.
What had he seen that made Vincent spare him? Sephiroth had long searched for the answer. Maybe this time, he would finally be able to find out.
"Who's Laguna?"
"He's... My..."
'My What, Squall. You're not even sure yourself, though you suspect. But is suspecting knowing?'
"Nevermind. I'm sure he's someone important to you."
Squall just nodded, noticing the different tint to Zack's eyes, the light blue reminding him of colored contacts. Seifer's would sometimes slip if he moved his head too quickly, but you could tell the deep purple-blue color was not his.
It seemed the same with Zack's eyes, the blue rippling over a pool of green, never one true color.
"Sephiroth asked me to speak to you." The brunette's eyes closed, a sigh released, then he opened them again.
"I suppose I must not be dreaming then. You are a Solider?"
"Yes..."
"And part of Shrin-Ra?"
"Yes..."
"But you're supposed to be dead."
Sephiroth glanced upon the polished blade of the Masamune. A pair of green eyes stared back, framed by long silver lashes, nearly translucent. It'd become a sort of habit, staring into mirrors and pools, just looking into his eyes.
He tried to see himself through them, tried to see what everyone else saw.
But all he saw was the same thing every time,
Nothing.
"Dead?" Zack questioned, paling a bit. Squall nodded.
"Yes.... You died, and Cloud took your place. But.... Something went wrong, because I'm here. Or maybe I was thrown back before the book started."
"Book?"
Another nod, "You're a fictional character.... In a book I read as a child. It's why Seifer and I took up the swords. We wanted to be you, Cloud, and Sephiroth." A pause.
"But you're in front of me now. As he is. What am I supposed to believe? My eyes, or what my memories tell me?
---
I tried to make it a little longer. -_-;;
So, continue, yay or nay? ^_^
Disclaimers: I own a lot of Squaresoft games, but everyone within this story belongs to them, not I.