AN:: I'm wondering if anyone guessed what it was that they all got so upset
about.. Geez, I'm so gross... and mean to Sephy!! ^_^
Also, sorry for this being so... choppy. Like I said, I'm getting back into the swing of things and- well, I kinda started this fic in this tone, so I can't quite change it without a complete rewrite, but I'm trying to work with what I started. O.O I reallly don't wanna start all over from the beginning. Anyway- here's the third chapter.
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Noises surfaced in his mind, noises of people speaking. He couldn't understand them. Their words buzzed in his head like flies and dragged him from his peaceful oblivion. Sight began to emerge from the blackness and it was then that he realized that his eyes were open. He was staring at a ceiling, a light directly over him. His eyes had apparently been open for a long time because they were dry. He blinked as his vision continued to clear.
"..Shefiroth.." the name stuck out of the strange words that buzzed in his ears and it shook him further into reality, much to his displeasure and confusion. He could recognize the smell of disinfectants and metal, and something else, something he couldn't pin. "..Shefiroth.." the name was said in the midst of foreign babble, making him blink once more. He could tell he wasn't tied down but his body ached, as if blood hadn't been forced to his muscles in a long time. The further appendages tingled with returned life. "...Shefiroth.." the name.
His gaze was pulled into focus and he could see he was laying on a metal table of some sort. Flashes of memories. Flashes of a man standing over him with needles and glowing Mako. His body jerked and he was off the table in seconds, standing on his own. "...Shefiroth.." the name again, it called him. His legs moved on their own, shuffling on the cold tiles of the floor and he staggered toward the only door that presented itself. Once he approached the door it opened and he stood staring at what appeared to be a hallway. The voice was coming from just a little ways down that hall.
The walls were white, unlike the horrible metal he'd lived with all his life, though they were strong. His feet moved again, pushing him toward another door in the hallway. Once more it opened and he was facing toward television screen of crystal clear picture and perfect quality sound. He stared at it, unaware of the other people who were in the room, watching the news report. That was what it obviously was, at least to him. Even if he didn't understand what was being said. Pictures flashed across the screen.
A scene of a neatly kept lab was displayed, and in the center... "...Shefiroth..." the news reporter said again in the middle of his babble.
The name finally clicked. "Sephiroth..." he whispered softly, his voice refusing to work as he watched the clip of himself being chipped out of a block of Materia. Slowly, he looked down at himself, realizing that he was only clothed in a scrap of thin paper, the kind of paper those hospital gowns are made out of, but his was just around his waist and clipped with a paper clip.. An eyebrow raised slowly. His vision swirled and blurred.
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Kita and Paul had been sitting on the couch in the lounge for a while now and they had heard the door open, but hadn't paid any attention, it was still their break time. The thump of something heavy hitting the ground caused Kita to scream and them both to turn around. They spun around to face the door in almost perfect sync, their eyes falling upon the form that was halfway in the door and half out. They stared in horror at the body of the ancient man laying on the floor as if he'd just walked in and collapsed.
A moment of silence passed, or more, it was relative silence, the news caster was still talking on about the amazing discovery and playing the tape of the personal interview with Dr. Katachi. "Did that just walk in here?" Kita asked softly, rubbing the back of her neck, feeling slightly stupid for screaming.
Paul shrugged, then murmured, "Katachi's going to flip..."
Kita nodded and took a swallow of her cola, "I completely agree..." she replied somewhat blandly, knowing well that Katachi would not believe them if they told him it was raining. "I suppose we should put it back..."
"You know, it could just be a joke by one of the janitors...?" Paul offered.
Kita eyed him for a long time, "They can't get past the lock on the door to the lab."
"Oh yeah.."
Kita sighed to herself, returning her gaze to the body of Sephiroth laying on the floor in a rather uncomfortable position. His arm was trapped under his leg and the other leg was sticking out straight into the hall, his face flat on the floor.
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Katachi sat behind his desk in another room off the hallway leading toward the lab where the body lay. He sat with his elbows on the desk and his fingers laced together and despite his misgivings about his two underlings' sanity, he had listened to their report. "I really don't think something dead for over two thousand years would just suddenly get up and walk into the lounge," he told Paul and Kita calmly with a cold look in his eyes.
Paul shuffled his feet as Kita answered the Doctor, "The body felt warm when we picked it up and brought it back in here, sir."
The doctor sighed and pushed his glasses back up, "Only because I trust you and hope that you wouldn't lie about something like this will I actually consider the possibility," he stated and got to his feet. He stood at the window in his office that overlooked the rooftops of the nearby buildings in the city. The building they were in was a large scientific and technology research center and Katachi had been given half of the seventh floor for his work. "Until then you can go home and rest. Maybe you've just been up too late."
Kita sighed under her breath and turned, headed out of the lab, Paul following after her. Katachi picked up a fingernail clipper and carefully trimmed his nails, just dropping the pieces onto the floor.
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The door slid closed behind the two lab assistants. "Damn that man," Paul muttered as he stalked down the hallway just a little bit ahead of Kita.
"It IS kind of hard to believe..." Kita replied, keeping her eyes straight forward. "If I hadn't seen it just lying there in the doorway I wouldn't believe either."
"It WAS warm though!" Paul swore once more as they stepped into the elevator and the door closed behind them, taking them down to the first level of the building.
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Also, sorry for this being so... choppy. Like I said, I'm getting back into the swing of things and- well, I kinda started this fic in this tone, so I can't quite change it without a complete rewrite, but I'm trying to work with what I started. O.O I reallly don't wanna start all over from the beginning. Anyway- here's the third chapter.
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Noises surfaced in his mind, noises of people speaking. He couldn't understand them. Their words buzzed in his head like flies and dragged him from his peaceful oblivion. Sight began to emerge from the blackness and it was then that he realized that his eyes were open. He was staring at a ceiling, a light directly over him. His eyes had apparently been open for a long time because they were dry. He blinked as his vision continued to clear.
"..Shefiroth.." the name stuck out of the strange words that buzzed in his ears and it shook him further into reality, much to his displeasure and confusion. He could recognize the smell of disinfectants and metal, and something else, something he couldn't pin. "..Shefiroth.." the name was said in the midst of foreign babble, making him blink once more. He could tell he wasn't tied down but his body ached, as if blood hadn't been forced to his muscles in a long time. The further appendages tingled with returned life. "...Shefiroth.." the name.
His gaze was pulled into focus and he could see he was laying on a metal table of some sort. Flashes of memories. Flashes of a man standing over him with needles and glowing Mako. His body jerked and he was off the table in seconds, standing on his own. "...Shefiroth.." the name again, it called him. His legs moved on their own, shuffling on the cold tiles of the floor and he staggered toward the only door that presented itself. Once he approached the door it opened and he stood staring at what appeared to be a hallway. The voice was coming from just a little ways down that hall.
The walls were white, unlike the horrible metal he'd lived with all his life, though they were strong. His feet moved again, pushing him toward another door in the hallway. Once more it opened and he was facing toward television screen of crystal clear picture and perfect quality sound. He stared at it, unaware of the other people who were in the room, watching the news report. That was what it obviously was, at least to him. Even if he didn't understand what was being said. Pictures flashed across the screen.
A scene of a neatly kept lab was displayed, and in the center... "...Shefiroth..." the news reporter said again in the middle of his babble.
The name finally clicked. "Sephiroth..." he whispered softly, his voice refusing to work as he watched the clip of himself being chipped out of a block of Materia. Slowly, he looked down at himself, realizing that he was only clothed in a scrap of thin paper, the kind of paper those hospital gowns are made out of, but his was just around his waist and clipped with a paper clip.. An eyebrow raised slowly. His vision swirled and blurred.
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Kita and Paul had been sitting on the couch in the lounge for a while now and they had heard the door open, but hadn't paid any attention, it was still their break time. The thump of something heavy hitting the ground caused Kita to scream and them both to turn around. They spun around to face the door in almost perfect sync, their eyes falling upon the form that was halfway in the door and half out. They stared in horror at the body of the ancient man laying on the floor as if he'd just walked in and collapsed.
A moment of silence passed, or more, it was relative silence, the news caster was still talking on about the amazing discovery and playing the tape of the personal interview with Dr. Katachi. "Did that just walk in here?" Kita asked softly, rubbing the back of her neck, feeling slightly stupid for screaming.
Paul shrugged, then murmured, "Katachi's going to flip..."
Kita nodded and took a swallow of her cola, "I completely agree..." she replied somewhat blandly, knowing well that Katachi would not believe them if they told him it was raining. "I suppose we should put it back..."
"You know, it could just be a joke by one of the janitors...?" Paul offered.
Kita eyed him for a long time, "They can't get past the lock on the door to the lab."
"Oh yeah.."
Kita sighed to herself, returning her gaze to the body of Sephiroth laying on the floor in a rather uncomfortable position. His arm was trapped under his leg and the other leg was sticking out straight into the hall, his face flat on the floor.
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Katachi sat behind his desk in another room off the hallway leading toward the lab where the body lay. He sat with his elbows on the desk and his fingers laced together and despite his misgivings about his two underlings' sanity, he had listened to their report. "I really don't think something dead for over two thousand years would just suddenly get up and walk into the lounge," he told Paul and Kita calmly with a cold look in his eyes.
Paul shuffled his feet as Kita answered the Doctor, "The body felt warm when we picked it up and brought it back in here, sir."
The doctor sighed and pushed his glasses back up, "Only because I trust you and hope that you wouldn't lie about something like this will I actually consider the possibility," he stated and got to his feet. He stood at the window in his office that overlooked the rooftops of the nearby buildings in the city. The building they were in was a large scientific and technology research center and Katachi had been given half of the seventh floor for his work. "Until then you can go home and rest. Maybe you've just been up too late."
Kita sighed under her breath and turned, headed out of the lab, Paul following after her. Katachi picked up a fingernail clipper and carefully trimmed his nails, just dropping the pieces onto the floor.
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The door slid closed behind the two lab assistants. "Damn that man," Paul muttered as he stalked down the hallway just a little bit ahead of Kita.
"It IS kind of hard to believe..." Kita replied, keeping her eyes straight forward. "If I hadn't seen it just lying there in the doorway I wouldn't believe either."
"It WAS warm though!" Paul swore once more as they stepped into the elevator and the door closed behind them, taking them down to the first level of the building.
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