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The few memories
Lingering in my heart
Like fragments of a song
Hang onto yesterday
Seeking for the true future
The lonely traveler wanders
"Faraway Dawn" (Gundam Wing)
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He remembered.
The memories were even more painful than the Lifestream itself; memories of the lab tests and the experiments, the rigorous SOLDIER training he endured for most of his short life; the fact that he grew up with no mother, no father just a crazed scientist and a cocky, murderous alien. He never even knew his real mother.
He never knew anyone. He had grown up with no friends.
And what had he grown into? A murderer. A cold-blooded murderer. He slaughtered innocent men, women and even children he killed hundreds of people in his life and why? Because he was too weak to hold off Jenova's control. He gave in to her at the false hope that she was his mother, and that bitch, she had taken advantage of that.
Sephiroth knew that he deserved every bit of pain that he was enduring right this very moment.
Perhaps the most haunting crime he had committed was the slaughter of the flower girl from AVALANCHE. He had seen her on many occasions prior to their 'encounter' in the Forgotten City; she had been the purest and most innocent of all his victims. Though he felt true guilt of all his murders he repented hers the most.
Yet strangely he could remember his emotions that day very different from how he felt now. Jenova had a strange skill in twisting your emotions to do her bidding. He remembered standing above her in the chamber of the Holy Altar; he recalled unsheathing Masamune and leaping down. And most chillingly, he remembered how he smiled as his sword slid through her, the deliciousness of it all; the blood had rushed forth and spilt on the floor in a work of pure satanic art. He felt pleasure then, a sick and twisted pleasure, when he twisted his sword within her and pulled it out, wishing to bring her as much pain as it were humanly possible. Sephiroth felt physically sick whenever this memory came to mind. He tried to tell himself that those were Jenova's feelings and not his own but he had trouble convincing himself.
For when he had looked into her dying emerald eyes as she lay in the puppet's arms, he had felt great pride in his work; he felt satisfied as her blood stained his cloak and dripped from Masamune's tip. He felt a pang of happiness and he smiled as she looked into his eyes and died.
He truly was a cold-blooded murderer. Yes, he deserved this Hell. He deserved worse punishment for his sins against the Planet. Thus, Sephiroth continued to float in this stream of pain and suffering; he had only brought it on himself.
Until he heard a voice
"Sephiroth"
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Sorry so short this time; I'll try to make the next chappie a little longer ^^'