Y'ello, peeps. I don't know what possessed me to write this... my muse, Edgar, is only for psychotic, evil nonsense... perhaps there is another muse I don't know about roaming around in my psyche... Anyway, this is a FF7/FF8 crossover fic. Yaoi. Squall x Sephiroth... just because they're hot. It's probably WAY OOC, but, I'll let you know WHY at the end. Parts will get longer later, I just want do separate each character's POV.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW, I WILL NOT CONTINUE THIS EXPERIMENT WITHOUT SUPPORT!!
Disclaimer: Don't own, but DAMN do I WISH........... *drools*
SPECIAL THANKS TO REDRUM FOR THE REVIEW!!!
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PT. 2... Sephiroth's POV
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I'd been in this damned... PLACE for ever. I had no idea where or how I was, just that I was. I couldn't even really think straight. I could remember... if that was even the correct term for it... being in a battle. I had lost. Although that simple fact was quite illogical, I decided I wouldn't be in this limbo if I had won, so therefore... But still, I was supposed to be the perfect soldier. There must have been some other factors in my... "defeat." However, one can only ponder one's own shortcomings for so long.
After that topic was exhausted, I had nothing more to think about. I couldn't really feel anything in this void. Couldn't really see, either. Then again, I had been in this state of being for so long, I think I was beginning to forget what it felt like to move, feel, see, and hear. I could sense, however. Sense vibrations moving throughout my being. I really couldn't tell whether or not I had a body, but I could sense the resonations around me. Some were more violent than others, some small, some large... but that was my only world. No darkness or light, no sensation other that the vibrations. So, for the longest time, I just let myself be. Without thought or care. There wasn't anything I could do about my situation, so I let it go.
I couldn't say if I was dead or not. I'd yet to see a chorus of angels, or the more expected pack of demons. No God or Satan. Just nothing. For a while I let myself fancy that my soul was afloat in the Lifestream... Lifestream... I don't know where the concept came from, but it had ocurred to me at some point, so I went with it. My soul afloat... forever? The peaceful thought soon became apalling. I didn't want this for eternity. I couldn't live like this, even if I was dead. I needed freedom, movement. And so, I became restless.
Just as I began to drive myself mad, however, a funny thing happened. The vibrations became distorted, twisting into something new. More violent, more... more like... sounds... sounds from... above? Was there such a thing as "above" in this place?
Then, the biggest development yet. A sensation in front of me, almost painfully near. Strange, and yet I wanted it. I wanted more. Right there, so close, I wanted to be inside that sensation. After a while, I began to realize what that sensation was...
Something had penetrated this limbo, letting in the light of the outside world.
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