Jenova Cells Chapter 5: Are You My Mommy?, a final fantasy vii fanfic

disclaimer- look... see how i didn't capitalise the d? means i'm bored of saying i don't own any of swuaresoft/suqare/squareenix's master peice ff7. happy?

Chapter 5----Are You My Mommy?

"What???" Aeris demanded. "WHAT?? Puppet? I am no one's puppet." But even as she said the words, her body began to move of its own free will.

Would you still like to think that? Filthy half breed. You will help me reach my son. And you cannot stop me from doing so.

If a voice in someone's head could look surprised, Jenova did this wonderfully.

So. My other half is on the way. Excellent. If there is one feeling I can grant to My other puppet, it is certainly persistancy. No matter. I will break you before he arrives. And the both of you will help find My son.

"Never! I would not help you----"

Silence whore. You will never talk back to your Mother like that.

"My....mother...." Aeris sat down in disbelief. "I wish not to beleive it, but in my heart, i know it is the truth. Ifalna, why do you do this to me? You were so kind to me in Limbo. Why must you let go your will to this monster?"

Your mind is weaker than i had thought, to think that your real mother ever existed without Me. Your mother, IS Me.

Drip

Aeris' tears rolled down her face; into a small shell basin inside the conch inn. Tears of disbeleif. Tears of false hope. Tears of anger. And tears of what she may do to Cloud or his companions.

Drip

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Steadily walking up the Crater's path, Sephiroth truely began to notice how much weaker he had become. Barely being able to drag Masamune with him, aided only by the physical strength that he had possessed and would have sustained with or without the Jenova project, some of the monsters that he had summoned to guard the Crater, began going out of control.

Once in a while, the smaller monsters might dare to attack him, but one painful stroke of Masamune swiflty brought the insubordinance to a halt.

A foul wind began blowing through the legendary general's hair, and he knew he was almost out. The sky was clear above the Crater, and it was very cold.

Finally reaching the surface, he put his long pale fingers to his mouth, and gave a horribly loud whistle.

A feint 'waark' sounded out from the horizon, and his Golden Chocobo came hurtling at it's master, who responded with a few greens burried within his pockets.

"Fiora, my pet... take me to the City of the Ancients.," he said weakly. "That is the resting place of the Lifestream. I beleive that the accursed spell the Cetra cast robbed me of my powers. Go!"

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"We are almost there, Cloud sir."

"Yes. Thank you." Cloud replied. "First of all, we are only heren to bury our dead. Then we must move on. There is a lot of rebuilding to do. And I'm going to guess that we are the only one's who will be doing it. Most everyone else will be charging money. But protecting Midgar and the rest of the planet was our duty. We failed partly, so it is up to us to begin rebuilding Midgar."

"But Cloud," argued Yuffie. "There's only about 20 of us, if you include the Highwind's crew. And we can only expect about 100 more survivors in Midgar. Most of which, will be in no shape to help build. How are we supposed to do this?"

"Yuffie, you have a good point but there is also one more of us. Reeve built his new suit and is already at Midgar informing everyone of what we expect of them. They will be rested enough to help when we arrive. And we should be receiving supplies from----"

"Sorry to interrupt master Cloud, " said the Highwind's captain, "But we have arrived."

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