Heir To Madness
T (PG-13) (I can't get over the fact that must of my stuff is this rating...)
U.P.S.
Ookami: Wow... Has it really been over a year since I last updated this? Well, that also means it's been a year since I've read this. Whatever inspiration I had, is now dead. I considered taking this down, but I really wanted Sefirosu to at least peak through the curtains before I killed him. (Smile) But... The original plot is no more, and this story is about to get twisted...
Disclaimer: If I owned FFVII, Ookami would be his wife and they'd have had Sefirosu as their baby. (Smile) But I don't, so they didn't. (Frowns)
Summery: After five years, Chrono finally runs into his younger half-sister. Only, she's off teaching his nephew-Sephiroth's son- how to hunt. Add in the fact he's five years old, and doesn't talk? Twisted, this story slowly becomes...
Chapter III
"Chro-Chan!" She squeaked, jumping from her hiding space in the tree to land next to him catlike.
"Hey, Ookami," Chrono grinned, flashing the peace sign, unfazed.
The younger auburn haired female grinned, hair tied up in a French Braid. She wore jungle camouflage baggy pants, a black tank top, untied black boots and silver dog tags around her neck. Up her arms were fingerless, elbow length black gloves, and a black bandana was tied around her neck. The flame haired SOLDIER frowned, and pointed over his shoulder.
"Sephiroth, meet my younger half sister, Ookami," Chrono explained, and the platinum haired male scowled, "Ookami, this is Sephiroth."
"Wait... The Sephiroth? Great SOLDIER General, slept with our older half sister, Sephiroth?" Ookami blinked.
"Yeah," Chrono half-laughed. "Anyways, what are you doing out here?"
"I'm teaching Sefir how to hunt," the young female said in a matter of fact tone.
Chrono squeaked, and looked ready to faint. Both Sephiroth and Ookami looked at him, though the later wore a more worried expression. Sighing, the younger half sister shook her head, shoving her hands into her pockets. Sephiroth cast her a glance and she winked at him. The platinum haired male gave her a disgusted look.
"Don't worry, Sefir's only got a small carving knife," Ookami shrugged, "Sis would have killed me if I gave him a real knife."
"HE IS FIVE YEARS OLD, DAMMIT!" Chrono snapped, and Ookami winced, "YOU DON'T GIVE FIVE YEAR OLDS KNIVES AND TEACH THEM HOW TO HUNT!"
"Okay, okay..." Ookami mumbled.
Sephiroth cast Chrono a glance, "Wait... Sefir...? As in Ter- Luna's child?"
"Yes..." Chrono moaned, "Sefirosu, five years old and learning how to kill innocent creatures..."
"Hey, there is nothing innocent 'bout squirrels," Ookami said in a matter-o-fact tone.
"You're teaching my son to be a mass murderer?" Sephiroth growled, the corner of his lip twitching.
"Of squirrels," Ookami nodded, "Either way, Chrono you should take Seph' to the village. Well... Our place, at any rate. I'll go find Sefir."
"Wait!" Chrono called, watching as Ookami dashed off into the woods, "Ookami!"
The younger auburn haired female was already gone, and all Chrono could do was sigh in an exasperated manner. He turned to Sephiroth, hand held up in an 'I surrender' sort of way. Sephiroth seemed amused by the fact he allowed himself to be beaten by a teenage girl, but kept quiet.
"House," Chrono grumbled, "This way."
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"Sefir..." she cooed, shimmying down a sturdy oak tree. "I know you're here! I can hear you breathing..."
She cocked her head to the side, looking up above her. It was pointless to do; she already knew he wasn't up there. But he wasn't nearly as skilled as she was and she just happened to know a few tricks that weren't in the book. She let out a soft cackle, broke a twig off of a nearby tree and turned around in a half circle.
"I know you're under the bush..." Ookami cackled, pouncing and landing next to it in a crouched position.
"Eh..." Was the soft reply, as a young male wiggled out from his hiding space to sit on her lap.
"Hey, Sefir," Ookami grinned, hugging him tightly.
His hair was short, a silver blue, and incredibly messy. Blue green eyes were innocent enough, and his skin was beyond paper pale—he made Ookami look tan, and she was almost so pale to be transparent. His face had black and dark green streaks painted on it, his pants were also a jungle camouflage and he wore a short sleeved black shirt.
"Come on, let's go home, hun," Ookami smiled, turning for him to climb on her back piggy back style, "You'll never believe who came to visit!"
"Eh?" Sefir asked, nuzzling the nape of her neck.
"I know you hate people," Ookami continued, ignoring the gesture, "But! It's Chrono! My older half-brother! He works with SOLDIER, ya know? Like your mumma did."
"Eh..." Sefir said, frowning slightly.
"Yep! That's right, Sephiroth works there too!" The female cackled, "And he's come too! How do you feel? Meeting your father for the first time?"
"Eh..." Sefir replied.
"Oh, yeah, I suppose I'd be nervous too..." Ookami frowned, "It makes since."
"Eh..." Sefir laughed nervously.
"Oh, hey look, it's the house..." Ookami stopped, pushing aside a branch to look down on the large country style house. "I wonder if the gangs home?"
"Eh..."
"Yeah, you're probably right."
Shifting Sefirosu's weight on her back, Ookami began the slow walk down the long path to the house.