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reviews! I beg you all to keep patient; I know there are a lot of things
that don't quite make sense at the moment (ex: why Seph likes Aerith) but I
assure you, things will begin to explain themselves and come together as
the story moves on.
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----- Where vessels glide In silky waves and of gold Deep in the gulf such planet lies
Surrounded by this universe Of love and hate Confusion breaks through and dwells.
-Voices (Macross Plus)
-----
The first rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon of the Promised Land. Aerith had found it hard to rest, so she sat up for most of the night, peering at the stars. In fact, she was asleep for no more than an hour when the sunlight woke her. Sitting up and feeling her stomach sink into her bottom, she sighed, definitely not looking forward to this day. Carefully, she unraveled her pink ribbon and released her White materia, catching it in her palm and holding it for a moment, deep in thought. "Planet, my friend, I hope you know what you're doing." Aerith sighed, grasping her materia and gazing at the pink sunrise.
Quietly, Aerith closed her eyes and concentrated, slowly fading into the sky, beginning yet another mission for her Planet.
-----
Sephiroth lay on his side for seemingly hours, having awoken in the night and been unable to fall back asleep. He stood up and walked to his window, leaning over to rest his elbows on the sill, watching the sky lighten with the promise of dawn. "A new day," he whispered to himself, feeling dread at the thought of interacting with the same people in which he had instilled fear and loathing for years. How would he ever live a normal life when every living being on this Planet feared him, hated him, or even both?
He couldn't. He had realized this during the night, thus was why he was so restless. He would never be given a chance to redeem himself, to find friends, to find love, to bring up children in a peaceful world. A peaceful world, which was only threatened because of him.
No... because of Jenova. She ruined his life along with any chance of him leading a normal, healthy life. Damn her... damn Hojo... damn them all in Sephiroth's eyes.
Perhaps it would have been better for Strife to have killed him in the crater. Perhaps death would have been a lesser punishment than to live a lonely, secluded life.
He sighed a deep, melancholy sigh as the rising sun spilled over the ocean. It was truly a curse, his birth. From the time of his very conception he was nothing more than an experiment, a 'puppet' for ShinRa then, and later to become Jenova's vessel.
Hojo was his father, he knew... but he always wondered who his mother was. It wasn't that alien bitch, it would be impossible... his mother was indeed human. She was dead, no doubt... but he just wish he had had a chance to meet his mother, to find out if she had planned on being Hojo's experiment, or if she was just as much a victim as he was. Even, perhaps, maybe Hojo wasn't his father...
Indeed, Sephiroth thought, his life was one filled with mystery. Maybe that was why fate led him back to living his life; maybe his true mission was to solve the great mystery that was his existence.
He peered into the rising sun, and much to his amazement he saw a figure manifest itself in the sunlight. Shocked, he backed away from the window, tripped and fell on his bed. Sitting wide-eyed like a child, he saw a figure take form before him, fading from a ghostly translucent to a solid form. The form...
A pink dress, flowing chestnut hair, shining green eyes...
Sephiroth, in one of the very few shows of weakness he had ever performed, fainted back into his bed, leaving behind a very confused and amused Aerith.
----- Where vessels glide In silky waves and of gold Deep in the gulf such planet lies
Surrounded by this universe Of love and hate Confusion breaks through and dwells.
-Voices (Macross Plus)
-----
The first rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon of the Promised Land. Aerith had found it hard to rest, so she sat up for most of the night, peering at the stars. In fact, she was asleep for no more than an hour when the sunlight woke her. Sitting up and feeling her stomach sink into her bottom, she sighed, definitely not looking forward to this day. Carefully, she unraveled her pink ribbon and released her White materia, catching it in her palm and holding it for a moment, deep in thought. "Planet, my friend, I hope you know what you're doing." Aerith sighed, grasping her materia and gazing at the pink sunrise.
Quietly, Aerith closed her eyes and concentrated, slowly fading into the sky, beginning yet another mission for her Planet.
-----
Sephiroth lay on his side for seemingly hours, having awoken in the night and been unable to fall back asleep. He stood up and walked to his window, leaning over to rest his elbows on the sill, watching the sky lighten with the promise of dawn. "A new day," he whispered to himself, feeling dread at the thought of interacting with the same people in which he had instilled fear and loathing for years. How would he ever live a normal life when every living being on this Planet feared him, hated him, or even both?
He couldn't. He had realized this during the night, thus was why he was so restless. He would never be given a chance to redeem himself, to find friends, to find love, to bring up children in a peaceful world. A peaceful world, which was only threatened because of him.
No... because of Jenova. She ruined his life along with any chance of him leading a normal, healthy life. Damn her... damn Hojo... damn them all in Sephiroth's eyes.
Perhaps it would have been better for Strife to have killed him in the crater. Perhaps death would have been a lesser punishment than to live a lonely, secluded life.
He sighed a deep, melancholy sigh as the rising sun spilled over the ocean. It was truly a curse, his birth. From the time of his very conception he was nothing more than an experiment, a 'puppet' for ShinRa then, and later to become Jenova's vessel.
Hojo was his father, he knew... but he always wondered who his mother was. It wasn't that alien bitch, it would be impossible... his mother was indeed human. She was dead, no doubt... but he just wish he had had a chance to meet his mother, to find out if she had planned on being Hojo's experiment, or if she was just as much a victim as he was. Even, perhaps, maybe Hojo wasn't his father...
Indeed, Sephiroth thought, his life was one filled with mystery. Maybe that was why fate led him back to living his life; maybe his true mission was to solve the great mystery that was his existence.
He peered into the rising sun, and much to his amazement he saw a figure manifest itself in the sunlight. Shocked, he backed away from the window, tripped and fell on his bed. Sitting wide-eyed like a child, he saw a figure take form before him, fading from a ghostly translucent to a solid form. The form...
A pink dress, flowing chestnut hair, shining green eyes...
Sephiroth, in one of the very few shows of weakness he had ever performed, fainted back into his bed, leaving behind a very confused and amused Aerith.