Thoughtless
The pain was excruciating, the fear froze her to the bed, unable to move, her eyes opening and darting around the room in search of this dark presence that enveloped her.
Her sides ached, breathing becoming so painful she wanted to stop and just die. She couldn't understand why she felt this way, her sleep had been dreamless, peaceful, and now it was cacophony.
The only thing she could think of was that something was happening to Squall. She felt like he was dying or possibly even dead already which was why it felt like something was being torn from her, shrivelling up and decaying inside.
She wanted to curl up in a ball, to force out the pain and lose herself in her own little world. She knew Rikku and Yuna were asleep in the same room and tried to keep down her soft whimpers of agony so they wouldn't wake and see this state she was in.
She closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep to ignore the pain and a flash of white appeared behind her eyelids. She found herself looking up into the chiselled features of an angel, a feathery white wing ruffling behind his shoulders as his blue eyes smouldered and his fist bore down on her.
On instinct, subconscious cutting through pain, she raised her arm and caught the blow, gripping his arm in her hand she twisted, bending it back so far bones snapped and erupted from under flesh, sharp white points hung with bloodied skin.
The angel grimaced, more in surprise than pain as she kicked out at the inside of his legs, forcing his knees to buckle out and he fell, his eyes glowering briefly as flowing silver hair covered his face.
She watched her fist smash into his face but it wasn't her own. It was larger, more masculine, the arm covered in black leather. She realised it was Squall's arm, somehow she had taken control of his body, helping him in this time of need. The silver haired man fell back, face bloodied, limbs broken and bent oddly.
Her sides ached with every breath she took but it was starting to fade as was the vision before her until all there was, was the darkness behind her eyelids and the feeling of calm within her as he breaths became normal, no longer belaboured with pain. But now her mind was filled with worry as she had left Squall and she knew not what danger he was still in.
Squall looked down at his fist in awe, surprise and confusion as it had moved of its own accord. Sephiroth lay before him incapacitated when only moments before he was about to finish him off.
He had relied too much on his gun-blade to be able to fight like that with his fists on instinct and when he had attacked Sephiroth it was like he had been watching it from outside himself, as if floating inside his mind detached from it all. He had been under someone else's control, could it have been Paine? The feeling within his body had been so warm and familiar but now it was gone he just felt cold.
He turned on Sephiroth angrily, holding a fragment of his broken blade up to his throat as he tried to drag himself away.
'Now tell me who sent you.' Squall demanded.
'You will know soon enough.' Sephiroth spat and faded away leaving only the indentations of his body and bloodstains on the ground to show he had been present.
'I can't take much more of this!' Squall muttered to himself and fell back exhausted, wishing the warmth would come back.
Her heart pounded as she sat up in the dark, the soft sounds of breathing audible in the background. The feeling of decay within her had gone, replaced with a bloom of warmth, soothing her anxious mind. She couldn't understand what was going on, why she let this get through the barrier of her emotions but then this blood tie was stronger than any mere device she had created to protect her emotions.
She needed her brother, as much as she would deny her need for someone else to the others she couldn't deny it in herself. She could flit from her mind to his, even though he didn't exist on this world, she no longer felt herself as an individual but rather as a halve to a whole. She wasn't sure why that figure had been trying to kill Squall, whether it was part of his duty on his world like she had on hers, or it was part of some greater plot.
She lay back on her bed, her hair ruffled and sticking up out of place as it was drenched in sweat, her eyes closed as she tried to sleep, no longer sensing the alarm she felt before, she assumed that Squall was now safe, this feeling of peace allowing her to be lulled back to sleep.
These events did not go unnoticed, for things to exist there has to be a witness or who can say what is reality. One of these witnesses had watched passively as Sephiroth fought Squall, as Paine took over and retaliated, and now as they both slept she still watched.
Unfortunately she had no power to do anything about this, bound as she was by the High Ones laws but she knew just who was behind all this, for she had met Sephiroth before and knew who's influence he was under.
Her own Lord would have to be told and so she detached herself from her own dimension letting herself float freely in space like an icy comet until she came to the Junction. What she was about to attempt was risky and could entail the loss of her existence if she got it wrong but she had to do this for Squall, it was her desire to protect him and now the a High One was against him and she couldn't help him alone.
Shiva came to the green swirl that was the Junction, the hole in dimensions that led to the High Ones domain. Breathing deeply she stepped in and found herself pulled through, visions of her existence and blinding lights flashing before her eyes as the swirling matter around her changed hues.
Then she arrived, her form changed from that of the pale blue Ice Queen to that of a true human, her body became flesh coloured, but her hair remained dark blue. Her body shivered as she was fully bared to the cold. There was a flicker and she was then clothed in a shimmering blue dress. The darkness around her shimmered and a figure appeared before her, a male human dressed in a black suit, his long dark hair cascading down his back and strands ran down the sides of his face, obscuring his eyes.
'Why are you here?' the figure asked.
'I must see Fate.' Shiva said simply remaining subservient.
'For what reason? You cannot be here to change your destiny, for you of all entities know that cannot be done.' The figure said dryly.
'I have information concerning two of his champions.' Shiva replied steadfastly staring ahead, not at the figure as he paced around her.
'And what makes you think Fate is not aware already?' the figure demanded.
'It may have been obscured from him by another High One.' Shiva replied simply trying not to flinch as the figure drew closer.
'That is a serious allegation, where is your proof?' the figure demanded.
'Sephiroth was released that's my proof.' Shiva snapped, her patience melting.
'Sephiroth?' the figure gasped.
'Yes.' Shiva said biting back the sarcasm.
'I see. You may enter.' The figure replied.
'About time' Shiva muttered.
'Hold your tongue Esper... show some respect.' The figure growled.
'Why? You're just a puppet too.' Shiva retorted heading towards a portal opened by the figure.
'There is still a hierarchy. I, Cle, one of the eight Immortals, surpasses an Esper like you.' Cle said imperiously.
'Whatever.' Shiva muttered and entered the portal leaving the grim form of Cle behind and headed to Fate.
The pain was excruciating, the fear froze her to the bed, unable to move, her eyes opening and darting around the room in search of this dark presence that enveloped her.
Her sides ached, breathing becoming so painful she wanted to stop and just die. She couldn't understand why she felt this way, her sleep had been dreamless, peaceful, and now it was cacophony.
The only thing she could think of was that something was happening to Squall. She felt like he was dying or possibly even dead already which was why it felt like something was being torn from her, shrivelling up and decaying inside.
She wanted to curl up in a ball, to force out the pain and lose herself in her own little world. She knew Rikku and Yuna were asleep in the same room and tried to keep down her soft whimpers of agony so they wouldn't wake and see this state she was in.
She closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep to ignore the pain and a flash of white appeared behind her eyelids. She found herself looking up into the chiselled features of an angel, a feathery white wing ruffling behind his shoulders as his blue eyes smouldered and his fist bore down on her.
On instinct, subconscious cutting through pain, she raised her arm and caught the blow, gripping his arm in her hand she twisted, bending it back so far bones snapped and erupted from under flesh, sharp white points hung with bloodied skin.
The angel grimaced, more in surprise than pain as she kicked out at the inside of his legs, forcing his knees to buckle out and he fell, his eyes glowering briefly as flowing silver hair covered his face.
She watched her fist smash into his face but it wasn't her own. It was larger, more masculine, the arm covered in black leather. She realised it was Squall's arm, somehow she had taken control of his body, helping him in this time of need. The silver haired man fell back, face bloodied, limbs broken and bent oddly.
Her sides ached with every breath she took but it was starting to fade as was the vision before her until all there was, was the darkness behind her eyelids and the feeling of calm within her as he breaths became normal, no longer belaboured with pain. But now her mind was filled with worry as she had left Squall and she knew not what danger he was still in.
Squall looked down at his fist in awe, surprise and confusion as it had moved of its own accord. Sephiroth lay before him incapacitated when only moments before he was about to finish him off.
He had relied too much on his gun-blade to be able to fight like that with his fists on instinct and when he had attacked Sephiroth it was like he had been watching it from outside himself, as if floating inside his mind detached from it all. He had been under someone else's control, could it have been Paine? The feeling within his body had been so warm and familiar but now it was gone he just felt cold.
He turned on Sephiroth angrily, holding a fragment of his broken blade up to his throat as he tried to drag himself away.
'Now tell me who sent you.' Squall demanded.
'You will know soon enough.' Sephiroth spat and faded away leaving only the indentations of his body and bloodstains on the ground to show he had been present.
'I can't take much more of this!' Squall muttered to himself and fell back exhausted, wishing the warmth would come back.
Her heart pounded as she sat up in the dark, the soft sounds of breathing audible in the background. The feeling of decay within her had gone, replaced with a bloom of warmth, soothing her anxious mind. She couldn't understand what was going on, why she let this get through the barrier of her emotions but then this blood tie was stronger than any mere device she had created to protect her emotions.
She needed her brother, as much as she would deny her need for someone else to the others she couldn't deny it in herself. She could flit from her mind to his, even though he didn't exist on this world, she no longer felt herself as an individual but rather as a halve to a whole. She wasn't sure why that figure had been trying to kill Squall, whether it was part of his duty on his world like she had on hers, or it was part of some greater plot.
She lay back on her bed, her hair ruffled and sticking up out of place as it was drenched in sweat, her eyes closed as she tried to sleep, no longer sensing the alarm she felt before, she assumed that Squall was now safe, this feeling of peace allowing her to be lulled back to sleep.
These events did not go unnoticed, for things to exist there has to be a witness or who can say what is reality. One of these witnesses had watched passively as Sephiroth fought Squall, as Paine took over and retaliated, and now as they both slept she still watched.
Unfortunately she had no power to do anything about this, bound as she was by the High Ones laws but she knew just who was behind all this, for she had met Sephiroth before and knew who's influence he was under.
Her own Lord would have to be told and so she detached herself from her own dimension letting herself float freely in space like an icy comet until she came to the Junction. What she was about to attempt was risky and could entail the loss of her existence if she got it wrong but she had to do this for Squall, it was her desire to protect him and now the a High One was against him and she couldn't help him alone.
Shiva came to the green swirl that was the Junction, the hole in dimensions that led to the High Ones domain. Breathing deeply she stepped in and found herself pulled through, visions of her existence and blinding lights flashing before her eyes as the swirling matter around her changed hues.
Then she arrived, her form changed from that of the pale blue Ice Queen to that of a true human, her body became flesh coloured, but her hair remained dark blue. Her body shivered as she was fully bared to the cold. There was a flicker and she was then clothed in a shimmering blue dress. The darkness around her shimmered and a figure appeared before her, a male human dressed in a black suit, his long dark hair cascading down his back and strands ran down the sides of his face, obscuring his eyes.
'Why are you here?' the figure asked.
'I must see Fate.' Shiva said simply remaining subservient.
'For what reason? You cannot be here to change your destiny, for you of all entities know that cannot be done.' The figure said dryly.
'I have information concerning two of his champions.' Shiva replied steadfastly staring ahead, not at the figure as he paced around her.
'And what makes you think Fate is not aware already?' the figure demanded.
'It may have been obscured from him by another High One.' Shiva replied simply trying not to flinch as the figure drew closer.
'That is a serious allegation, where is your proof?' the figure demanded.
'Sephiroth was released that's my proof.' Shiva snapped, her patience melting.
'Sephiroth?' the figure gasped.
'Yes.' Shiva said biting back the sarcasm.
'I see. You may enter.' The figure replied.
'About time' Shiva muttered.
'Hold your tongue Esper... show some respect.' The figure growled.
'Why? You're just a puppet too.' Shiva retorted heading towards a portal opened by the figure.
'There is still a hierarchy. I, Cle, one of the eight Immortals, surpasses an Esper like you.' Cle said imperiously.
'Whatever.' Shiva muttered and entered the portal leaving the grim form of Cle behind and headed to Fate.