Origins Yojimbo- Ch7- Frozen Tears.

Okay, so I've been away for almost two months, sorry. But hey! I'm back with the last chapter. Hope you enjoy.

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This fic is an FF7/8 Crossover.



Well, on to the fic.

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He had been aimlessly wandering for a while now, perhaps looking for relief from his pain, possibly death. He trudged on, he was hungry, thirsty and tired but didn't take a moments rest. What was the point in that?

In sleep he could dream of her, of the delicate beauty that once held him close; only to wake without her by his side. Sleep was useless, dreams were vicious, life was pointless.

Yet he walked on.

As he and his dog walked through the thunder plains, the harsh terrain where only the strong survived, a streak of silver hit the ground just as hard and as fast as the lightening that gave the plains it's name.

This silver streak was Sephiroth. He fell to the ground unconscious, he just lay there barely breathing, barely moving, barely living.

Daigoro summoned forth all his strength and dragged his master's body to the underground village of Guado Salam.

A blue haired half-Guado teen stood near the entrance reciting various prayers, trying to memorise them so that the other Maesters like himself would take him seriously. He saw a large and powerful dog dragging a man into the village.

That was a man he recognised; only one man had that sword.

Over ten years ago that same man had saved his life, it only seemed appropriate that he repaid the man for his good deed. The teen ran to find some aid for the fallen warrior.

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A day later Sephiroth awoke in the same room he had woken up in over a decade ago. In his delirious state he began to believe that somehow he had travelled back in time, that perhaps he had been given yet another chance.

Soon he would see the pup that was to be his ally Daigoro.

He had to get to Luca as quickly as possible. He could pretend to Auron that he was travelling to Bevelle for leisure.

Then he would meet her on the boat and things would be perfect again, the world would be right.

His hopes of another chance were shattered as Daigoro burst through the doors. Seeing the now grown pup brought him back to the harsh reality he faced without her. "Hey boy." He said as he put his hand at the side of the bed. His loyal companion brushed his head against his master's hand. As Sephiroth petted his dog the Gaudo boy entered the room carrying a tray of food.

"We meet again." The Gaudo said.

"Seymour?" Sephiroth asked in disbelief.

"It is I, how are you Sephiroth?"

"I'm not well at all, my wife just died." He said fighting the tears.

"I am so sorry to hear that." He held the tray out. "Please eat something."

"This all seems so familiar." Sephiroth commented.

"It is funny how things go in a cycle." Seymour gave Sephiroth the tray of food. As he did a decade ago Sephiroth placed the pudding he had been given on the floor and offered it to Daigoro. The only difference was that the dog ate it a lot faster. He was much bigger now.

"What brings you here or rather or should I ask your friend?"

Sephiroth was eating the food yet speaking at the same time, it was rude but he hadn't eaten in a while.

"Since my love's death, I have been wandering aimlessly. I have had lot on my mind."

"What is it that troubles you?"

"Throughout this life I have been trying to atone for past sins for the sake of my soul, it was going well until the day she died. I'm not proud of my actions but that day I killed many men."

"Which men?" Seymour asked.

" Have you heard of Sin-Ra?"

"I have heard of them, they are all sick, we have heard of Summons dying by their hands." Seymour looked at Sephiroth in realisation. "You're wife was a summoner, am I right?"

"She was. They took her from me and in a moment of madness I killed them all. Now I fear that my soul is in danger. I feel the only possibility I have of saving my soul is a totally selfless act."

Seymour looked at him. "I know of the most selfless act in our world, I do not promise that your sins will be forgiven but it is all I can think of."

"What is this act?"

"The act that my mother performed on the day that you and I first met. We were at Baaj temple for a reason, my mother became an Aeon that day. If you wish to be selfless becoming an Aeon is the most selfless act one could perform, you would help future Summons defeat Sin."

Seymour's suggestion sounded good to Sephiroth. Helping destroy Sin would help him with his grief, because of the beast he lost the one and only girl he had ever loved. Sephiroth thought for a few moments.

"I wish to do it, I wish to become an Aeon."

"Very well, I cannot allow you to do this task alone, I will come with you."

"Thank you."

"Would tomorrow be an ideal day for our trip?"

"Tomorrow is fine." Sephiroth paused for a moment, noticing that he entirely inform. "What does becoming an Aeon entail?"

"Well for you it will involve leaving for Zanarkand, a resident priest or priestess will allocate a temple to you, your spirit and your Aeon form will then be sent to that temple. It was different for my mother as we knew of an empty temple. In you case we know of no such temples."

Sephiroth nodded.

"Seymour, thank you for this."

"I don't mind, after all we are friends."

"We are." Sephiroth agreed.

"Although you have rested I suggest you attempt to sleep again, you will need your energy for the journey."

"I will."

Seymour nodded and walked out of the room.

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That night Sephiroth couldn't sleep so he decided to go for a walk. Not even considering putting on a shirt he walked out of the mansion, out of the village and finally to the bitter cold snow plains on the other side of the village.

The cold hurt, his skin became engulfed by the pain but he just stood there. The weather proved that he was real, that he was human. His skin turned red, his cheeks the colour of rose. He shivered but thought of his times with Belgemine kept him warm. He could feel the tears begin to build up; he cried.

On his original world he was never allowed to cry. Hojo simply wouldn't allow that. "Emotion is a weakness" He claimed. He would savagely beat the boy with a bamboo cane until he began to cry, when he saw the tears he continued to hit until the boy ceased his cries. He only stopped when his own arm began to tire of the activity. After many long sessions of savage beatings Sephiroth's body eventually learned to stop crying, for when he stopped crying he stopped hurting.

His tears ran down his face slowly. When the crystal waters of emotion dropped from his features onto the subzero terrain they turned to ice. It made him think of his own heart, hard, rigid, impossible to hurt; at least it was once. Now he was hurting; now he was human but now he was alone.

Finally after his tears subsided he walked back into the village, back to the mansion, back to his bedroom. Daigoro lay under the feather quilt almost as if he was waiting for his master's arrival. Sephiroth smiled with the realisation that somebody would always be there for him.

He crawled under the quilt and put his arms around Daigoro. The beast's fur kept him warm and helped him fall fast asleep.

The next morning Sephiroth awoke to a yell.

"Sephiroth!" Seymour yelled.

"Yes?" He replied with the tone that only tiredness could bring.

"I am sorry but you'd better hurry were leaving in ten minutes and the team are getting pretty impatient."

Understanding his friend's reason for the awakening Sephiroth yawned. "Give me two minutes to get ready."

Seymour nodded and left the room.

Being a man of his word Sephiroth was indeed ready in two minutes. Exactly two minutes. Years of military training would do that to a man. Make him efficient, make him fast, make him a killer.

Perhaps his whole being was related to being a Soldier. Perhaps he didn't lead his own life on Spira either.

From now on he would, he would help billions of people as an Aeon. He would help destroy Sin over and over. That wasn't his training, it wasn't fate, it was his choice.

He stood in the foyer of the mansion awaiting Seymour's return.

"You look the same as the day you left here." Seymour commented. He did, the same sword strapped to his back, that long cape even that wide brimmed hat. Sure he had aged, that was only expected after a decade but other than that he looked exactly the same.

"You're right." Sephiroth agreed. "Let's go."

As the two left the mansion they were greeted by three men of Guado origin. They introduced themselves and left for Zanarkand.

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It had been a harsh trek which had taken them almost three days to complete but they had made it. They passed through the Calm Lands, which despite their name weren't very calm. A monster breeder had accidentally unleashed all sorts of monstrosities which meant they had to fight them. When they made it through the monster ridden place they had to cope with Mount Gazaget. The harsh weather was certainly unpleasant although not as unpleasant as the ferocious beasts that searched the lands for anyone stupid enough to pass through.

Then the worst of all were the caves leading to Zanarkand, the toughest monsters resided there, it took almost forever to pass through but they did. They now stood outside the Zanarkand Dome. For a few moments they admired the sights. The light of the Pyreflies shone like heavenly light. The place seemed to be in eternal twilight which was just the perfect setting for the holy place.

A small frail man appeared from nowhere in front of the group.

"May I help you?" He asked in an eerie voice.

Sephiroth jumped at the man's sudden appearance. "Yes, I wish to become an Aeon."

"My, it has been a long time since anyone has given themselves for the sake of others. Proceed into the Dome."

He vanished again.

Without speaking the group agreed to enter the dome. After a long walk through the place they arrived in a chamber. A woman stood before them. Her white hair flowed all the way to the floor, it measured at roughly seven foot in length and trailed behind her as she walked.

"So you wish to become an Aeon?" The woman asked.

"Yes-miss?" He asked hinting for her introduction.

"Yunalesca!" She added.

"Yes, Yunalesca, I wish to give my life to help others."

"The Yunalesca!?" Seymour yelled in disbelief. "The legendary summoner?"

"That is I." She responded. She turned back to Sephiroth. "Why do you wish to do this?" She asked.

The man simply told her his tale. Of his life before Spira, of his life on Spira, of how he lost his wife, and how in that brief instant he lost his sanity and of course that he was condemned to an afterlife of imprisonment.

"Very well, you have made many bad choices but your intentions are good. Walk into the next chamber when you have said your goodbyes, I'll be waiting."

"Alright."

Yunalesca vanished.

"Sephiroth," Seymour spoke. "I guess this is it. This is how your story ends."

"No," Sephiroth said gently. "This is how my story begins."

The blue haired Gaudo was swiftly taken in the arms of his friend. "Thank you." Sephiroth said.

"Thank you also, Sephiroth."

"Don't miss me, don't feel sorrow for me, just be happy for me."

"I shall, goodbye my friend."

"Goodbye." The two men separated.

A high pitched whine filled the air. Sephiroth walked to Daigoro. "Daigoro, take good care of Seymour for me." The dog whined again. "Good bye." Sephiroth said as he walked into the next chamber.

"Shall we do this?" Yunalesca asked.

"I'm ready."

"What do you wish your summoned form to resemble?"

Until now Sephiroth hadn't even considered this. He glanced at his current attire. "Samurai. A Samurai bodyguard.

"A Yojimbo?" She asked.

"Yes," He replied.

Yunalesca nodded. She held out her right hand with her palm open. In the centre of her hand a white ball of magic began to form. It floated to a corner of the room and got larger and larger.

"Step into the light."

Sephiroth walked to the portal created by her magic. As he placed one foot in he felt a strong force pushing him and what could only be Daigoro's bark. The two tumbled into the portal together.

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10 Years Later--

Yojimbo awoke to the presence of a summoner. There was something he sensed about her, she had a gentle Aura. Although great her intentions weren't what caught his attention. It was the man in the red coat that was with her. He looked to the sunglasses that hid his eyes. He couldn't think how but he knew that man. He just knew he had to fight by their side. That man had the spirit of a warrior and for some reason held a mysterious hold over Yojimbo.

"Auron." He said softly to himself.