The Seraph's Asylum
Neon Blue and Elebreth Silmaur
Neon's Notes: This fanfic is in dedication to our favorite author Solain Rhyo and her inspiring works. Although this hardly compares to hers, we would like to show her our appreciation and fandom With out her inspiration and support this fic would hardly be possible. If you haven't read her stories I demand you do so now!! LoL Keep writing Sol, we love you! Now on with the story...
Chapter One: Whim of Fate
Night had fallen over the city of Midgar. Though the city never slept, few dared step out onto the streets alone at night. People were wary of the the danger lurking in the streets at such an hour and for good reason.
The shroud of night was all he needed to cover him as crept just outside the walls of Midgar. His plans were to make his way past the gates and into Shinra Headquaters and retrieve the one who would seal the fate on the planet. I'm coming...Mother' he thought grinning to himself as he stepped out onto the clearing. Moonlight reflecting off his snow mane making it appear strikingly silver; noticable against the dark contrast of his surroundings.
He continued making his way along the wall and then stopped feeling a sharp prick of pain in the back of his neck followed by another just below his shoulder blade and then again in his right arm. Ripping the darts from his flesh he observed what appeared to be tranquilizers. Turning his head sharply he met his opposers.
"Damn, Turks," he breathed lightly.
His eyes scanned the six figures standing lightly on the wall, three of them reholstering their weapons. When will they learn ' he smirked unsheathing his masumune. He dodge the rain of bullets that came toward him and brought down two of the adversaries with ease. He drew his attention the third unfortunate victim. Accepting her death, the Turk fufilled her duty sending a final dart into the right side of his neck just before meeting her end. The remaining three retreated quickly, unable to watch their comrades' ruthless slaughter.
He made his way through Midgar by roof top, keeping to the shadows. Passing over the city he caught a glimpse of a girl passing through the crowd below. His fiery emerald eyes studying her every move. He was unsure why the girl held his attention. She was simple girl selling flowers, which was in itself an oddity but not significant enought to draw him from the task at hand. He watched as she handed a white blossom to a small girl and offered her a cheerful smile. The innocent will not last. Yet as he watched he felt a perplexing bond to the chestnut haired flower girl.
Turning swiftly he felt a bit disoriented, but disregarded the feeling and continued along the heights of Midgar. His thoughts once again drifted to the flower girl, but he quickly pushed them aside and focused soley on the mission. He could feel the affects of the darts starting to sink in. Though it might slow him down it would not be by much. Nothing would stop him from reaching 'mother'. He proceded to jump a remarkable distance to the next rooftop. Upon landing barely on the edge, the support gave sharply due to the shift in weight. His slowed reaction time caused by the tranquilizers taking effect, he found he was unable to securely grasp the ledge and began spiraling down to the city street below.
'What's happening' he thought to himself before violently meeting the surface.
Taking a fall from such a height and with the dosage of tranquilizers that had been administered would have kept any man down for months, if not killed them. He, however, was stirring in a little over twelve hours.
When he awoke he was met by the soft fragrance of flowers. Flowers...a scent that had not beheld his senses in years.
His lids raised slowly, cat-like pupils hazy and unfocused under dark lashes. His sight gradually cleared and he found himself lying on what appeared to be a church pew. He sat up quickly, causing a slight wave of nausea, but subsided momentarily. He took a moment to survey the church. The building was not anything extraordinary; a small wooden church worn from age it, but still held its purpose, although it looked as if it had been abandoned years ago. Light shined down from a broken stained glass window decipting an angel, wings spread and eyes closed on what remained of the glass. Under the window, the light settled around that girl. Yes, it was the very thing that had caused his plunge.
She was kneeled down at the small crack in the floor from which the flowers bloomed. Turning her head slightly she offered him a polite smile.
"You're awake," she greeted while rising and brushing stray traces of soil from her dress.
"Why did you bring me here?" he demanded coldly.
Suprised at his tone her smile quickly faded as she continued. "I couldn't just leave you in the middle of the street. You were unconscious when I found you," raising a slender finger she pointed to his brow," and bleeding."
A small groan of irritation escaped his throat as he unwound the bandage. "I assure you I needed no medical attention," he retorted tossing the bandage aside.
"I was only trying to-" her words were silenced by the icy metal of his sword against her throat.
Her eyes widened in shock and fear, he's so fast.
"You," he sneered pressing the blade futher against her flesh," were the reason I fell."
"What do you mean?" she stuttered swallowing nervously causing the tip to pierce the thin layer of skin clothing her throat.
His gaze drifted down to the thin stream of crimson now flowing down her neck. He glanced back up to her face; her flushed cheeks and her once bright emerald eyes now a dark forsest green. They darted back and forth between the blade and his face, watching and waiting for him to make a move. His satisfaction grew, seeing her like this; trembling, helpless beneath him. Sheathing his sword he turned away.
"It's rare to see flowers grow in this city," his voice expressionless.
He could hear her collapse to her knees behind him breathing rapidly. His sinister smirk grew.
"Tell me," he said turning his head back to the shaking girl," do you believe yourself to be as innocent as these flowers."
"I'd like to," she whispered timidly.
"Turning on this heel he strode swiftly toward her. Kneeling down on a knee he roughly took her chin in his gloved hand, forcing her eyes to meet his own.
"Foolish girl," he said his eyes burning into hers," in a world so impure, you must sacrifice your own purity to gain what you desire."
His eyes brightened when her heard her whimper softly. His desire to rake the innocence that she held so dearly from her was overwhelming. Killing her, however, was beneath him. He refused to indulge in such a human desire. To slaughter the innocent is a sin.
He stood quickly and she turned away, careful to keep her eyes to the ground. Turning briskly, his long coat whipping behind him he exited the church, but not before stopping abruptly at the door.
"You'd do well to remember that," he added disappearing through the doorway.
Still on her knees after her close encounter with death, the flower girl sat trembling. Staring toward the doorway in which he had left; eyes were wid, brimming with unshed tears. She hesitantly picked up a flower that he had crushed underfoot, caressing the petals lightly.
Why did he spare me?
Neon's notes: So how did you like it? Please review and let me know. I'm sorry to say that since there are two people working on this(myself writing and Elebreth revising) it will take a while for new chapters to be added.I promise to update as I often as I can.
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