Angel Trapped On Earth
Chapter One
. + . The Black Angel Returns .+.
Harsh winds howled against the pale icy blue sky as a dark figure stumbled out of what seemed to be a jaded river. His cat like green eyes were filled with apprehension as it darted around to seek the closest shelter. A village not far away, and he felt breathed a sigh of relief only to feel the harsh coldness rasp his throat. He squinted to estimate the distance. Good, he could walk there, he thought.
He would leave all the thoughts of how, what, and why for later. Now all he needed was warmth and something to eat. He slowly steadied himself upon his massive sword preparing to make the short walk to the village. A voice in his head whispered, Nibielhiem. A vague sense of recognition began to creep over him and he shook it off before he could begin to place what it was.
The snow descended blindingly fast upon his angel-like silver hair, and he shivered when a chill brushed over his wet skin. Suddenly, he heard a faint shrill scream in a distance and he turned around. A fast, red, monster was charging at him. A scorpion. It was huge, and Sephiroth was much too tired. Nonetheless, his blood boiled to a ready stance and he gripped the handle of his massive sword.
The battle immensed, and although Sephiroth was strong, he also had a disadvantage. Weariness. He swung his sword in a skillful swipe, and the scorpion was sliced in many pieces. Poison oozed out, and all was lost. It had seeped upon Sephiroth's skin and had now penetrated. He suddenly felt dizzy, and realized that he was mere steps away from the village.
It would take a few hours, considering his state of weakness, for the poison to heal itself. He had that ability of abnormalness. He ran drunkedly towards the snow-covered village, and found himself on the doorstep of a warm looking house. He knocked several times, but before the door could swing open, he drooped the ground. All that he could make out was a blurry image of a beautiful heavenly woman.
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Sephiroth here is your chance…you survived. You can continue to carry out your plans. OUR plans.
"No no…I don't want to anymore. I don't want to. I never wanted to.."
You have to.
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Tifa cautiously looked at the sleeping Sephiroth. He looked safe enough, but she couldn't be too sure. She looked at his arm and noticed that it was bleeding and a black ooze was slowly coming out of his skin, and it was glowing a pale green. She ran to the kitchen to get a warm cloth and soaked it. She was utterly shocked when he appeared in front of her door suddenly and just collasped. She didn't know why, and she knew she must be insane for dragging him inside and letting him into her house.
What could she do? Leave him to die? Well yes, he deserved that much, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. Maybe when he wakes up, all groggy, she could kill him and get revenge for all the things he had taken away from her. Everything. She shook herself of her thoughts, and returned to the warm room.
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He awoke, slowly opening his eyes. He felt a throbbing pain on the side of his arm and he winced. It was healing slowly, but surely. He sat up to look at his surroundings. It was warm cozy little house, illuminated by the light of a warm orange fire. He heard footsteps coming, and he quickly layed back down again, awaiting his host.
He felt his arm being lifted, and he tensed. He didn't like being touched. Cruel memories of Hojo overtook him, and he shuddered. He felt a warm blanket being drafted over him, and a sense of belonging washed over him. He frowned. This wasn't what he was supposed to be feeling. Then suddenly, he felt a warm hand grasp his arm and a warm, wet cloth being applied to his wound. His eyes shot open, and he grabbed a soft fragile hand in his large, rough hands.
He growled, and he narrowed his eyes to the woman next to him. He stopped abruptly when he realized who it was. Lockheart. Tifa Lockheart. A girl in a cowgirl's suit flashed through his mind, and he just stared. He stared dumbfoundedly at the angelic face in front of him. Beautiful creamy white skin, and two big wonderful brown eyes mixed with wine. He just stared. And a chill ran up his spine because he knew that she was staring too.
"Tifa." He said in a low voice, teasing between the border of friendliness and threatening.
She gasped, a sweet breath escaping her luscious lips, as she suddenly realized that in front of her was the most cruelest man that could be alive. She pulled back, and her back was snapped into a stiff position. Her warm brown eyes suddenly turned hard and cold.
Sephiroth smirked, and clucked his tongue. He brought a hand to her chin, and she jerked back.
How ironic. He was saved by the one woman who probably hated him most, and here she was, taking care of him.
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Tifa had been watching him when she saw him shiver. She assumed it was out of coldness, and tucked the blanket he had kicked off over him again. She then continued to tend to his wound, and then suddenly he just grasped her hand in his. She found herself lost in those soulful green eyes that seem to be even more lovelivier than the forests. They were filled with surprise, wonder, and even amusement.
He had brought her to her senses when he had suddenly said her name. She realized who she was. Tifa. She realized who he was. He was Sephiroth, the one man she hated the most in the entire existence. He had taken away her father, her hometown, and in a way, had taken away Cloud from her. She jerked back with a sudden pain and defense.
He had tried to reach for her, but she wouldn't let him touch her. She jerked back, and turned a cold stare at him. It was something she had mastered throughout the five years that Cloud had left her.
She stared at him now. He was watching her intently with mock and scorn in his eyes, and she wanted to slap it off his face.
"Sephiroth. How unpleasant." She said, almost as if spitting out his name.
"Really is it? Why did you choose to bring me in your home then?" He said, his voice raspy.
Her eyes darted to the side, for she could not supply him with an answer.
"Leave." She whispered.
Sephiroth shrugged, and he threw off the blanket she had draped over him. He slowly began to get up, but his head swirled in different directions and he found himself falling back down upon the bed. Tifa instinctively ran to his side, and supported him back down upon the bed. He smirked at her through closed eyes.
"See? That's what kindness gets you. Nowhere." He said as a matter of factly.
"Just shut up and go to sleep." She said briskly.
She had no wish to converse with a man she hated, and she must be insane for taking care of him. Yes, she must be, as she nodded her head to herself to reassure herself.
With one last look at sephiroth, a tuck there and here, and a skillful wrap of the cloth around his arm, she left.
He smiled as he heard her footsteps echoing away. This was going to be interesting. He had no wish to stay here with her either, but he would use her so he could regain his health. When he did, he would go looking for revenge. He flinched at the thought of Jenova and the reoccuring dream he had. It was a wonder though; why Tifa would put up with him. What did she want with him? It was not safe for him when she was out of the room, he thought, and he knew exactly how to keep her within his sights.
He would kill her if he had to. Nothing could stop him from his plans now. Nothing.
Author's note : Sorry guys, this chapter is kind of boring and not that good. I can only update once a week, and so I guess it will be a slow process but I promise improvement. Check out my other stories as well! Bye, and thanks for reading. ( ffvii is not mine btw, lolz will never be…ß just have to say that for the sake of legal ….thingamabobbers..) Make sure to review! I know this chapter isn't all that good, but I promise next chapter will be better!