Fatherly Figure
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A/N - I like making Alternate Universe stories...So, here's another.
Chapter One: The Finder, then Keeper.
Masamune slammed into the tiled battle square.
Icy blue hues glared with a cocky glean.
A twinge of a triumphant smirk spread across Sephiroth's face.
The opponent's sword clanged against this sandy colored tile as the attacker fell to one knee, panting hard. Another victory for Sephiroth -- Too bad it was only training.
"That's thirty recruits non-stop! Ain't ya' tired?!" Phil exclaimed, his pudgy fingers fumbling over his clipboard and pen trying to write up a storm of notes on his paper, he was standing on one of the benches near the battle square. Sephiroth glanced to his boss and gave a frown.
"Thirty is a small number. I am not some weakling, mind you."
Phil scoffed lightly then shook his head, mimicking Sephiroth. "Thirty is a small number...Pfft-yeah...Better save some recruits for my new tournament comin' up, Sephy." Oh, how he loathed that name. Sephy. So childish and it made the new recruits sitting on the stone benches snicker at Sephiroth. The Masamune wielder would not tolerate this.
"Sephiroth. Sephiroth, Phil."
"Whatever, now go and take that lunch break."
"No. The next time you call me Sephy I'll make sure to rip out those annoying vocal cords of yours. Do I make myself clear?" His old general-like habits came back into his speech as Sephiroth venomously glared harder at Phil. The half-goat blinked, then nodded rapidly.
"Okay, okay! Go and take your break now!"
Mako-infested irises returned over to the recruits who suddenly stopped whispering amongst themselves. The ex-general heaved Masamune out of the ground and lurked off to his cell.
The sunlight peeked through and scattered unto the tiled floor in thick columns of light. This window faced the main entrance of Olympus Coliseum. Sephiroth eyed the vast stretch of sand below boredly. Today wasn't his day. First Phil wakes him up from a good sleep pleading for help with picking out new recruits, Sephiroth reluctantly agreed (After Phil took his pillow and bed covers away). Once fighting his fifth or so opponent the spiky-headed rival Cloud started to watch and watched Sephiroth almost get himself tripped and loose the fight. Then, Phil had to just call him Sephy in front of all those swordsmen.
He sighed, a long sigh.
Then, something caught his hawk-like eyes...
Near the main entrance/exit of the coliseum someone was crouched up into a small ball, leaning up against one of the stone walls that held up the massive stone doors. Sephiroth narrowed his eyes for a better look passed the partially blinding sunlight but still couldn't make it out. He then exited his cell in pursuit of this thing, to see what it was.
He walked in a faster pace than usual down the stone steps of the benches within the battle arena as people watched him. Hercules in particular who was training blinked then caught up to Sephiroth before he could exit the battle arena.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Hercules asked, Sephiroth ignored the question and vanished into the darkness of the small corridor and entered the lobby, Hercules only followed as Sephiroth then pushed the stone doors open to the sandy entrance walking faster up to the exit, only to stop a few steps short. Hercules tilted his head to a side and stopped next to Sephiroth.
"Uhh...Mind tellin' me why you just suddenly came out here?" Hercules tried again, Sephiroth's skin tight glove hand gestured over to the exit, where the thing could be more clearly seen.
It was a human -- A teenager boy.
"What is it?" Hercules whispered as he covered his eyes from the sunlight. Sephiroth rolled his eyes and stepped up closer to the boy, Hercules cautiously followed.
"It's a boy, obviously." Sephiroth dryly said while folding his arms over his partially visible chest, his cold gaze upon the curled up boy. Hercules knelt down next to the teenager.
"He's still breathing..." Hercules trailed off, then grinned. "Look! And he has hair just like yours!"
"Yes, I could tell." Sephiroth only replied while studying the silvery tresses closer, since the boy kept his head bowed against his bent up knees the two couldn't see his face. Hercules, then, gently shook the boy's shoulder. The silvery-haired kid then groaned and moved, making his head fall back and lean against the wall. Though it was shady near the exit his facial features could now be visibly seen. He looked perhaps around his fifteenth year with a handsome visage.
"C'mon, lets take him back inside." Hercules then gingerly scooped the teen up and carried him with both arms as Sephiroth walked beside Hercules, eyeing the boy intently. Hercules noticed, then chuckled. "What's wrong, Seph? Never seen a teenager boy before?"
Sephiroth only shot a small glare at Hercules and turned back to the lobby doors, opening them for Hercules.
"It's Sephiroth." He only remarked.
"So...You two just found 'em like that?" Phil raised a bushy brow at the boy, laying on the bench still unconscious. Sephiroth stood next to the boy, his arms once again folded over his chest as Hercules sat on the same bench and nodded.
"Yeah! Well...Seph found him I just helped."
Sephiroth shot a glare that said "It's Sephiroth, you fool."
Phil stood next to Sephiroth, his stature greatly shorter than the ex-general as he craned his neck upward to the long-silver haired warrior.
"What'cha gonna to do?" Phil asked, giving that expression that he wasn't going to take care of the problem -- Sephiroth's expression, too, said the same thing as he looked back down at Phil.
"You're not expecting me to take care of him? He'll just be in my way."
"I can't take of him...Got training." Hercules added with a saddening frown. Sephiroth just groaned.
"Then ask some other warrior to take care of him! Or one of the nurses. I am not baby-sitting that boy."
Phil halfway shook his head and shrugged. "You could try 'n' ask but don't push your luck." The half-goat then clopped off back to the lobby. Sephiroth looked to Hercules almost in distress, but Sephiroth hid it well enough so Hercules couldn't tell.
"Sorry, Seph. You know the saying...Finders keepers." Hercules stood up, but, Sephiroth protested.
"You found him, too!"
"No, I followed you. Sorry, buddy." Then, Hercules went back to training as Sephiroth groaned outwardly and forcefully sat down on the bench.
Why me? Damn, this is truly not my day.
AN - Sort of a short chapter in my opinion. Well, to help me out kindly drop a review.