A Mother's Love

Rating: Mature

Warnings: This is my first submitted fic so please R&R. I have the story mostly planned out and I promise it will be good. This story will later contain M/M pairings and most likely incest (if you consider JENOVA and Kadaj related like that)

Pairings: Kadaj/Cloud, Cloud/Sephiroth, Kadaj/Jenova

Summary: The much feared but least know character of the final fantasy vii universe speaks out.

Timeline: From 2000 years before FF7 to just after AC

It hadn't always been like this. Indeed when I first arrived on this miserable planet it was totally different. I did have a start to my "life", where I wasn't and then I was. It's not like here though. I didn't have a mother and a father and a little brother and a dog and whatever else you are use to. In my race we are all one gender in fact we are all the same. I have never been any younger then I am now but I have been different. There were no emotions any reason for them and no wish to have what we didn't know. I had no one form; I had many different forms, smells for every second you live. There is no looking in the mirror, if we had such things, and recognizing myself but I know I was. There was no language no communication just an understanding of why I was. I was to spread, to reproduce so to speak among everything. It was the only thing that remotely resembled feeling was the desire no more like the instinct to infect. The driving need to spread myself to everyone, anyone without the bother of thought or feeling or pity. I had knowledge; knowledge of space of the atmosphere around me. I had no idea of what people where or what they were capable of. I came to this planet to grace myself upon it and move on. That is not the way it worked out.

I was meant to infect them but they instead infected me. I crashed into this planet, Gia, and while I had no idea about time then now I know it was about two thousand years ago. I caused a great wound in the planet, which wasn't any concern to me. The populace of Gia gathered around and as they did I studied them from a distance and knew without thought that it was best to wait until they separated because they were a powerful race. Nowhere near as powerful as myself of course. I only had to conceive of a power to claim it as my own. I literately knew no bounds but still instinctively I knew my job would be more efficient if I could just wait. So I waited and watched while they tried to heal the planet showing care that I couldn't grasp at the time. In the end they spilt apart into separate clans and I made my move.

I remember the first one so clearly. I thought about him often later when all I had were my thoughts. He was older, older then some of the others I had seen. He was walking along by himself thinking about his son. As I watched him I entered his mind effortlessly and reading the memories of his offspring that had been missing for weeks. He had gone hunting and had not returned. Had he fallen, perhaps he had been hit by another's arrow. Surely if he was safe he would have sent some word by now. As I listened to this my body changed into that of his son. I suddenly had a head full of soft brown hair and a firm strong body of a male in the prime of his life. I raised my hand (his hand?) and called out "Father!" The older man turned towards me and the look on his face nearly stopped me from doing what I was meant to do. I had no reference to what it could have been having never been this close to a being such as this before. It was joy, I know now after being infected that it was joy. He started to run towards me with moisture coming out of eyes. He cried out something meaning to sound stern but sounding more like he was pleading. Using the memories I had lifted from the older mind I made like his son and running the way he would of and meant the old man half way. The older man approached me with an obvious need to touch me and I opened my arms (his arms?), as he seemed to expect. He stepped into them and everything changed. The second I touched him and he touched me I received a link into his psyche that I didn't want. I knew him; everything he had ever felt was now mine. The smell of his mother's hair to the warmth of his wife's body to the rapture of having a child of his own, the wonder of a successful harvest and the anger and forgiveness as his precious child did unfortunate things. It was bile; it was horrible and completely unexpected. I actually stepped back afraid of the feelings but it turned out there was no need. The man that a second ago was thrilled to see his only child was no more. In his place was an empty shell that only looked up at me and called me of all things, "Mother."

Hi me again, please let me know what you think. Even if you think it was crap and Jenova is something no one should touch. R&R because I would for you.