Hi there I got a major writers block. I need some help if you don't mind k.
anyways heres the story.
Sephiroth opened his eyes to gaze at his surroundings. He wore on him not his
traditional black garbs, but unnatural new clothes wrapped his body. Again his
surroundings were in darkness. And the only light he had emanated from his eyes and his
loose new clothes. They were platinum white and very loosely worn. He wore silver
Wutai shoes on his feet with white baggy slacks. He had a tight silver shirt that made his
ripped figure even more noticeable. Around him there was his long trench coat, only it
was white.
The new clothes made him a bit uncomfortable, but it also gave him a new foreign
feeling. Unlike with tales with Jenova of him being a Cetra, his sense of purpose grew.
He felt more confident with his new outlook, but it wasn't in his usual smug, superior
way. This surprised him very much. Usually when he talked with Jenova, as well as for
everyone for that matter, he always talked in a superior manner. The name made him
flinch. The mere thought of the thing made Sephiroth believe that her name could've
already tainted his head once again.
He reached for the only thing that comforted him in those times. His majestic
sword, Masamune. Masamune was said to be a magical blade and had served him very
well over the years. He closed his eyes shut readying himself for the onslaught of
acceptation of the blade. His right hand went to his left hip in the sole quest of grasping
Masamune's rough handle, as well as feeling the rough texture of its rectangular shaped
hilt.
His eyes went wide when he grasped the ethereal features of air. He glanced at his
side only to find nothing but air indeed. He whipped his head at all sides to find his
beloved sword.
" Looking for this Sephiroth" said a child like voice behind him. He turned quickly to
find Planet holding a long sword in her hand. It towered over her young girl form, but she
held it vertically. It seemed that the sword was just paper in her hand.
" Do you know what a Masamune Blade is?" she asked in all seriousness. He stared at
her for a while and shook his head saying "no".
" Masamune blades are magical blades forged from long dead heroes' who died to
protect those who they do not even know. The metal is crafted by their will. Therefore,
the metal can never be broken as their will was never broken. The hilt and handle was
crafted from their minds. So whoever wields the Blade will have knowledge of all
locations on any being that will cause critical damage. But, a powerful aura surrounds the
each blade. These auras are crafted from their hearts'. The aura generates the swords
abilities. As you put your heart into the sword, the potential of the blade increases. They
also allow the blade to choose their next owner. The owner can only lift the sword.
Anyone else who holds it will find the weight of mountains on it. It may seem perfect but
it is not. It lacks the one thing that makes a heart, a will and a mind to act together in
perfect harmony. Do you know what this missing piece is Sephiroth?" she asked him.
Sephiroth was too enthralled at the Blades' origin that he couldn't speak.
He shook his head saying "no" once again. " The Blades need the wielders' soul.
Sephiroth. Just like a martial artist puts his soul in his punches and kicks, the sword needs
a soul to activate the hidden potential of both the blade and the wielder." There was a
pause. " Do you fully understand Sephiroth?" He nodded numbly. The Planet just smirked. "Catch then General." She stated as
she tossed the enormous sword at Sephiroth. He easily caught it, but dropped it as if it
was the Black Death. The sword clattered to the floor mere inches from feet. He stared at
the sword, and then he stared at Planet with confusion evident in his eyes.
"What have you done to Masamune? Why does it feel foreign in my hands." He said
shaking
"I have done nothing to that sword. When was the last time you held the blade as if it was
your last life?" she asked in a very mysterious way. He looked at her and said " When I
was in the Crater just before my duel with Strife." He said no venom in his voice for his
enemy.
"Back then your soul was tainted therefore that soul tainted the blade itself."
Planet turned to Sephiroth with a long, sad face. "This sword cannot be allowed to exist
any longer then it has already been." With that the blade began to vanish until nothing
was left. "Now I am defenseless. And Masamu- I mean that sword was the only thing that
I could wield effectively." Argued Sephiroth.
"No, you are adept to all weapons you just prefer the Murasame."
"The what?"
"Murasame. It's the blade's name just like Masamune. Except that the Murasame
is the exact opposite and the tainted form of the Masamune. Unfortunately Sephiroth you
tainted the blade. The reason it chose you after the fall of Supreme Weapon was because
you led a life of pain. It chose you to protect it as well as yourself. It is sad that it didn't
see the Jenova's taint in you."
She looked at Sephiroth with eyes burning with new purpose and determination. "
Sephiroth I will not lie to you when I ask for your help." He was about to say something
but she stopped him with her hand. " Sephiroth you may torture yourself for your own
self-pity some other time. Right now I am offering you a chance to repent for the acts you
have committed. Though you led a life of pain and a life you could not control I beg of
you to help me." She said.
"Is it even possible for me to be forgiven? My acts may not have been in control
but, so much blood have been spilt by my hands." He said in a desperate voice that
belonged to a broken man.
"Sephiroth all you have to do his follow my plan. You have not taken any lives
during the control of Jenova. The reason you must repent is for not completely resisting
her. You may not wanted kill like that but deep in your soul you wanted it to be right. As
you killed without conscience you did only a minimum of struggles."
Each word hit his heart like a hammer on an anvil. It shook the very foundation of
his soul, and rocked the very core of his being. He knew this was all true. He fell to his
knees completely and utterly broken and defeated. His cries were loud and hysterical.
Tears were rivers on his pale face, and his hands covered the mako- tormented eyes.
It went on like that for quiet sometime before he calmed himself. When he finally
stopped the tears he stared at the Planet a look of sympathy etched on her child-like
visage. Arms limp, legs asleep, body slumped and a wet face was something that not any
kind of being with a heart can stand. " I will do whatever it is you ask of me. I will do
anything to repent for my atrocities." He said in a dead empty voice.
She smiled sadly and walked up to him. As he was only a few inches from her a
blade materialized in front of him. " I present to you Sephiroth, with the last of the
Masamune Blades. Keep it safe. And don't worry I know it will be safe in your hands."
When she sees the doubt on his face she adds more determinedly, " I wont take no for
and answer Sephiroth." She said.
It seemed like ours went by when he finally grasped the handle of the sword.
Light flooded the room like it burst from a dam. When the light receded he was back to
his old black attire. Masamune on his belt and Planet was still standing in front of the
now standing Sephiroth. In front of him was an image of a petit brunette. She held a
black glove on her hands, that's when he noticed he lacked one of his gloves. When he
looked back at the image his eyes were latched onto hers.
"She is your mission of Repentance, Sephiroth" Planet said breaking his thoughts.
He looked at her. A devilish smirked erupted from her lips. "This is my plan," she said.
Sry for the wait. But when you neglect to review I neglect the story. Plz I really mean it
at least 16 reviews and no floods.
Sephiroth opened his eyes to gaze at his surroundings. He wore on him not his
traditional black garbs, but unnatural new clothes wrapped his body. Again his
surroundings were in darkness. And the only light he had emanated from his eyes and his
loose new clothes. They were platinum white and very loosely worn. He wore silver
Wutai shoes on his feet with white baggy slacks. He had a tight silver shirt that made his
ripped figure even more noticeable. Around him there was his long trench coat, only it
was white.
The new clothes made him a bit uncomfortable, but it also gave him a new foreign
feeling. Unlike with tales with Jenova of him being a Cetra, his sense of purpose grew.
He felt more confident with his new outlook, but it wasn't in his usual smug, superior
way. This surprised him very much. Usually when he talked with Jenova, as well as for
everyone for that matter, he always talked in a superior manner. The name made him
flinch. The mere thought of the thing made Sephiroth believe that her name could've
already tainted his head once again.
He reached for the only thing that comforted him in those times. His majestic
sword, Masamune. Masamune was said to be a magical blade and had served him very
well over the years. He closed his eyes shut readying himself for the onslaught of
acceptation of the blade. His right hand went to his left hip in the sole quest of grasping
Masamune's rough handle, as well as feeling the rough texture of its rectangular shaped
hilt.
His eyes went wide when he grasped the ethereal features of air. He glanced at his
side only to find nothing but air indeed. He whipped his head at all sides to find his
beloved sword.
" Looking for this Sephiroth" said a child like voice behind him. He turned quickly to
find Planet holding a long sword in her hand. It towered over her young girl form, but she
held it vertically. It seemed that the sword was just paper in her hand.
" Do you know what a Masamune Blade is?" she asked in all seriousness. He stared at
her for a while and shook his head saying "no".
" Masamune blades are magical blades forged from long dead heroes' who died to
protect those who they do not even know. The metal is crafted by their will. Therefore,
the metal can never be broken as their will was never broken. The hilt and handle was
crafted from their minds. So whoever wields the Blade will have knowledge of all
locations on any being that will cause critical damage. But, a powerful aura surrounds the
each blade. These auras are crafted from their hearts'. The aura generates the swords
abilities. As you put your heart into the sword, the potential of the blade increases. They
also allow the blade to choose their next owner. The owner can only lift the sword.
Anyone else who holds it will find the weight of mountains on it. It may seem perfect but
it is not. It lacks the one thing that makes a heart, a will and a mind to act together in
perfect harmony. Do you know what this missing piece is Sephiroth?" she asked him.
Sephiroth was too enthralled at the Blades' origin that he couldn't speak.
He shook his head saying "no" once again. " The Blades need the wielders' soul.
Sephiroth. Just like a martial artist puts his soul in his punches and kicks, the sword needs
a soul to activate the hidden potential of both the blade and the wielder." There was a
pause. " Do you fully understand Sephiroth?" He nodded numbly. The Planet just smirked. "Catch then General." She stated as
she tossed the enormous sword at Sephiroth. He easily caught it, but dropped it as if it
was the Black Death. The sword clattered to the floor mere inches from feet. He stared at
the sword, and then he stared at Planet with confusion evident in his eyes.
"What have you done to Masamune? Why does it feel foreign in my hands." He said
shaking
"I have done nothing to that sword. When was the last time you held the blade as if it was
your last life?" she asked in a very mysterious way. He looked at her and said " When I
was in the Crater just before my duel with Strife." He said no venom in his voice for his
enemy.
"Back then your soul was tainted therefore that soul tainted the blade itself."
Planet turned to Sephiroth with a long, sad face. "This sword cannot be allowed to exist
any longer then it has already been." With that the blade began to vanish until nothing
was left. "Now I am defenseless. And Masamu- I mean that sword was the only thing that
I could wield effectively." Argued Sephiroth.
"No, you are adept to all weapons you just prefer the Murasame."
"The what?"
"Murasame. It's the blade's name just like Masamune. Except that the Murasame
is the exact opposite and the tainted form of the Masamune. Unfortunately Sephiroth you
tainted the blade. The reason it chose you after the fall of Supreme Weapon was because
you led a life of pain. It chose you to protect it as well as yourself. It is sad that it didn't
see the Jenova's taint in you."
She looked at Sephiroth with eyes burning with new purpose and determination. "
Sephiroth I will not lie to you when I ask for your help." He was about to say something
but she stopped him with her hand. " Sephiroth you may torture yourself for your own
self-pity some other time. Right now I am offering you a chance to repent for the acts you
have committed. Though you led a life of pain and a life you could not control I beg of
you to help me." She said.
"Is it even possible for me to be forgiven? My acts may not have been in control
but, so much blood have been spilt by my hands." He said in a desperate voice that
belonged to a broken man.
"Sephiroth all you have to do his follow my plan. You have not taken any lives
during the control of Jenova. The reason you must repent is for not completely resisting
her. You may not wanted kill like that but deep in your soul you wanted it to be right. As
you killed without conscience you did only a minimum of struggles."
Each word hit his heart like a hammer on an anvil. It shook the very foundation of
his soul, and rocked the very core of his being. He knew this was all true. He fell to his
knees completely and utterly broken and defeated. His cries were loud and hysterical.
Tears were rivers on his pale face, and his hands covered the mako- tormented eyes.
It went on like that for quiet sometime before he calmed himself. When he finally
stopped the tears he stared at the Planet a look of sympathy etched on her child-like
visage. Arms limp, legs asleep, body slumped and a wet face was something that not any
kind of being with a heart can stand. " I will do whatever it is you ask of me. I will do
anything to repent for my atrocities." He said in a dead empty voice.
She smiled sadly and walked up to him. As he was only a few inches from her a
blade materialized in front of him. " I present to you Sephiroth, with the last of the
Masamune Blades. Keep it safe. And don't worry I know it will be safe in your hands."
When she sees the doubt on his face she adds more determinedly, " I wont take no for
and answer Sephiroth." She said.
It seemed like ours went by when he finally grasped the handle of the sword.
Light flooded the room like it burst from a dam. When the light receded he was back to
his old black attire. Masamune on his belt and Planet was still standing in front of the
now standing Sephiroth. In front of him was an image of a petit brunette. She held a
black glove on her hands, that's when he noticed he lacked one of his gloves. When he
looked back at the image his eyes were latched onto hers.
"She is your mission of Repentance, Sephiroth" Planet said breaking his thoughts.
He looked at her. A devilish smirked erupted from her lips. "This is my plan," she said.
Sry for the wait. But when you neglect to review I neglect the story. Plz I really mean it
at least 16 reviews and no floods.