Author's Note: Alrighty then, so I have updated this in forever, and figured I should start it up again, and see if anybody wants to read it. If I get some reviews then I'll continue on. I hope you guys enjoy!
The cold drops of moisture ceased their relentless pelting from the heavens above, but the black clouds still obscured the night's heavenly bodies from the naked eye. The weakened moonbeams fell softly upon the countless corpses strewn across the hills and moors, mainly those of young wutain men. But a couple men carefully clad in smartly buttoned SOLDIER uniforms lay limp amongst their fallen foes.
Zack slowly surveyed his solemn surroundings, and took account of his fallen enemies. He was not excited, thrilled, or happy with this overwhelming victory, but neither was he unpleased. There simply seemed to be an absence of all feelings within him altogether, leaving him completely and utterly alone with his own thoughts.
"So this is the aftermath of war," Zack thought to himself.
He slowly began to wander over the crumpled corpses. His gaze suddenly caught Sephiroth atop the highest point on the battle field. Silver tendrils of hair blew wildly about his face as his eyes glowed beneath with an unholy and intense fire of green. He stood among man a fallen enemy. The chilling rain from above washed the dead clean, so it hauntingly seemed as if they were merely sleeping, or resting their eyes. Underneath the weight of Sephiroth's black leather combat boots, Zack realized that the blood had saturated the sod were Sephiroth stood. Zack also took note of the fact that the site looked as if Sephiroth was standing upon a lush crimson carpet of sorts. His eyes drifted down to his own feet, and he realized that he too stood upon this ominous crimson carpet.
Two days later
Zack stirred noisily in his bed and groggily lifted his head from the pillow. He glanced around the room, careful to note the fact that his head felt like a ten ton weight.
"Morning sunshine," Sephiroth said evenly. "I was beginning to think that you were dead yourself."
"Nope....I'm alive," Zack's head reeled with an intense stabbing sensation, "but just barely."
Sephiroth simply chuckled at this statement and shook his head, but noticed the wince that flashed across Zack's vissage. That struck him as an odd event. Zack was not injured anymore after a cure spell had been cast upon him. Also two days was an abnormal amount of time to sleep for any normal warrior, let alone Zack, a first class SOLDIER. Sephiroth was suddenly jerked from his musings by Zack's rather boisterous voice.
"So, uh, how badly did we beat the Wutain bastards?" questioned Zack with his trademark toothy boyish grin.
"Thirty-four prisoners, and the rest are dead or missing"
"Wow! I can't believe the wonderfulness that is me!" Zack stated smugly laying back down onto his pillow, and fanning himself with his hand.
"Well it's good to see that war has not affected your personality what-so-ever," Sephiroth mocked. "But now it's time to go back to training, so you'd better hit the shower. Man fighting in a war sure makes you reek!"
Zack shot Sephiroth a rather unamused look and stomped off towards the bathroom.
Sephiroth was happy that the war had not affected Zack too badly, but after all he was a first class SOLDIER. This was what they were trained for after all. Sephiroth grabbed his boots and pulled them on. He walked over to the weapons closet. He opened the cabinet door and gently removed the masamune from its resting place. He sheathed as carefully as if it were made of glass. He walked over to the door and opened it.
"I have a meeting with President Shinra about the Wutai War. I'll meet you for lunch, alright?"
All Sephiroth received was a grunt of recognition that emanated from the bathroom door. Sephiroth shook his head and then left for his meeting.
"President Shinra, General Sephiroth is here to meet with you," said a tall, rather leggy, blonde.
"Yes, good Cynthia, send him in," Shinra replied eyeing the retreating figure of the girl.
Sephiroth entered the room adorned in the traditional SOLDIER dress atire.
"What happened to Margot?" inquired Sephiroth rasing a silver eyebrow every so slightly. A look of confusion lighting upon his of interests I supposed you could say. I had to let her go." the statement fumbled out of President Shinra's lips.
Sephiroth decided that this was a topic he wasn't happy to have stumbled across, and was quick to steer the conversation in a different direction before he lossed his breakfast.
"Well the war went well I believe..." said Sephiroth.
President Shinra interrupted Sephiroth,
"Well?!? You were brilliant my boy!!! Only twelve casualties for us, and countless many for those ungrateful Wutain urchins. I am most pleased!" beamed Shinra, all the while pacing back and forth behind his desk. "I do believe a promotion is in order. You are now the head of all SOLDIER activities."
Sephiroth simply starred blankly not believing the words that were still buzzing around his head. He sat in a daze for what seemed like hours before he mentally shook himself. He stood up and bowed a low, graceful sweeping bow.
"Thank you sir. I will not let you down," Sephiroth managed to get these words out.
"I am sure you won't," Shinra replied almost sardonically. "You are dismissed for now."
Sephiroth nodded in recognition of this command and turned to retreat from the office.
When the giant mahogany doors had clicked shut, President Shinra picked up the phone and mindlessly punched in some numbers.
"Hojo, he is ready....Double the dose again......you heard me AGAIN!" with that Shinra slammed the phone back into the receiver.
Sephiroth had to use every inch of self restraint not to skip down the marble hallways. He was pretty sure that that was not the image a General in SOLDIER should be portraying. He turned the corner and hopped into the elevator. He swiftly pressed the button for the twenty-second floor, and it lit up with a neon blue glow. Sephiroth rolled his eyes and raised his head towards the speaker system in the elevator. A musak style piano music emanated from the sound system, typical elevator music.
"Why does all the music in all the elevators have to be complete and utter..."
DING
Sephiroth was interrupted by the arrival of his desired floor. He hurriedly stepped forth from the elevator. He turned the corner and entered the mess hall. He spotted Zack sitting alone at one of the tables shuffling his feet beneath the table.
"Way to be late, Mr. I'm-too-smooth-to-be-on-time-anymore!" chided Zack when Sephiroth sat down.
"Number one...you definitely need to work on your name calling skills. You are about as sharp as a marble. And number two I was late because I was being promoted to head General of SOLDIER operations." Sephiroth said with a half smile tugging at the left corner of his mouth.
"That is so increadibly awesome!" yelled Zack jumping up. He brow wrinkled in thoght. "Number two that is."
Sephiroth simply laughed at loud at his friend. Zack was good natured, but wasn't the brightest bulb in the drawer some times.
"I really enjoy simply riding on your coat tails. It definitely makes success pretty damn easy for me!"
"Well I'm glad that you are so happy with mooching off of my hard work," retorted Sephiroth playfully, "But seriously Zack, you have earned this. There is no other fighter I would rather have be my second and be by my side in battle, or to be my best friend."
"Aright! That is quite enough of the sappy stuff. Generals in SOLDIER cannot afford to show emothion....remeber? Anywhoo, Beers are on me!" Zack said cheerfully offering a can towards Sephiroth.
"Ummm. Zack, it's only 12:30," said Sephiroth confusion in his statement.
"Oh I know," Zack replied nonchalantly and gave Sephiroth wide grin.
"You and your six packs are gonna ruin my six pack," Sephiroth said as he grabbed the can from Zack.
"To our friendship and success. Nothing in the world could possibly tear us apart or stop us now!" Zack raised his can in a toast and Sephiroth did the same.
The 97th floor of the Shinra complex was full of mystery and held many a dark omen. Only the elite scientist had access to these labs and their contents. The entrance of this floor looked like an normal hospital floor. Everything was a glaring and pristine white. The halogen lights made everything bright and even cheery at times. At first glance, one might even mistake this place for heaven, but it was anything but heaven.
Behind the black double doors lurked terrors few new and even fewer wanted to experience. Large vats of mako were traced throughout the structure like land mines. The floor was so silent one could hear a pin drop, that is of course besides the occasional scream filled with pain or terror, sometimes both.
Human experimentation was the name of the game.
"Dr. Hojo," called out a fellow scientist. He was a man of medium stature, dark hair, and a full beard. A pair of thin wired spectacles rested gently upon his defined nose. He walked through the floor calling out with increasing urgency all the while steadily increasing the speed at which he searched.
"What on earth is it now Ghast!?!" snapped Hojo suddenly appearing from around a corner, a giant glowing suringe in his hand.
"We need to talk...now!" replied Ghast in a firm tone.
"Very well. What is your problem this time?" questioned Hojo in almost a mocking manner.
"I have discovered something rather unsettling," He paused and looked up at Hojo, but he looked rather unmoved. Professor Ghast pressed on, "In some of our test animals....you know the ones we've injected with mako enger..."
"I know our specimens," snapped Hojo, "Please get to the point sometime this week professor."
"These animals have begun to go mad, insane that is. Some of them have even turned on one another, killing their fellow creatures."
"And how does this effect anything we do here Ghast? Please elaborate if you can." Hojo drawled.
"Sir, our Soliers might go crazy. But these are trained killers not rats in a cage!" shouted Ghast.
"I know my calculations Ghast! And I am never, NEVER wrong." replied Hojo.
"Well then. I refuse to deliver the mako treatments anymore," Ghast replied crossing his arms.
Professor Hojo let a cackle come forth from his lip that rather unerved professor Ghast. The haunting laugh echoed down the hallway and seemed to be endless.
"Well then my brave crusader.....you are fired." shot Hojo letting another round of cackling bounce around the lab.
Ghast stood there in utter shock, not fully understanding the statement.
"Dear Gods....who will save the men now?" thought Ghast despondently to himself. "I must find a way."
"Oh yes and Ghast," Hojo added. Ghast looked up a look of emptiness upon his ficade, "If you come back onto Shinra property ever again......I'll have you shot on site."
Okie Dokies. There be the next installment. Please Please Please let me know what you all think. There is definitely some intense drama coming up:) Believe you me. Also I was thinking of doing either a Sephiroth OC pairing or Sephiroth/Aeris pairing. I would really enjoy you peoples input.:)
The cold drops of moisture ceased their relentless pelting from the heavens above, but the black clouds still obscured the night's heavenly bodies from the naked eye. The weakened moonbeams fell softly upon the countless corpses strewn across the hills and moors, mainly those of young wutain men. But a couple men carefully clad in smartly buttoned SOLDIER uniforms lay limp amongst their fallen foes.
Zack slowly surveyed his solemn surroundings, and took account of his fallen enemies. He was not excited, thrilled, or happy with this overwhelming victory, but neither was he unpleased. There simply seemed to be an absence of all feelings within him altogether, leaving him completely and utterly alone with his own thoughts.
"So this is the aftermath of war," Zack thought to himself.
He slowly began to wander over the crumpled corpses. His gaze suddenly caught Sephiroth atop the highest point on the battle field. Silver tendrils of hair blew wildly about his face as his eyes glowed beneath with an unholy and intense fire of green. He stood among man a fallen enemy. The chilling rain from above washed the dead clean, so it hauntingly seemed as if they were merely sleeping, or resting their eyes. Underneath the weight of Sephiroth's black leather combat boots, Zack realized that the blood had saturated the sod were Sephiroth stood. Zack also took note of the fact that the site looked as if Sephiroth was standing upon a lush crimson carpet of sorts. His eyes drifted down to his own feet, and he realized that he too stood upon this ominous crimson carpet.
Two days later
Zack stirred noisily in his bed and groggily lifted his head from the pillow. He glanced around the room, careful to note the fact that his head felt like a ten ton weight.
"Morning sunshine," Sephiroth said evenly. "I was beginning to think that you were dead yourself."
"Nope....I'm alive," Zack's head reeled with an intense stabbing sensation, "but just barely."
Sephiroth simply chuckled at this statement and shook his head, but noticed the wince that flashed across Zack's vissage. That struck him as an odd event. Zack was not injured anymore after a cure spell had been cast upon him. Also two days was an abnormal amount of time to sleep for any normal warrior, let alone Zack, a first class SOLDIER. Sephiroth was suddenly jerked from his musings by Zack's rather boisterous voice.
"So, uh, how badly did we beat the Wutain bastards?" questioned Zack with his trademark toothy boyish grin.
"Thirty-four prisoners, and the rest are dead or missing"
"Wow! I can't believe the wonderfulness that is me!" Zack stated smugly laying back down onto his pillow, and fanning himself with his hand.
"Well it's good to see that war has not affected your personality what-so-ever," Sephiroth mocked. "But now it's time to go back to training, so you'd better hit the shower. Man fighting in a war sure makes you reek!"
Zack shot Sephiroth a rather unamused look and stomped off towards the bathroom.
Sephiroth was happy that the war had not affected Zack too badly, but after all he was a first class SOLDIER. This was what they were trained for after all. Sephiroth grabbed his boots and pulled them on. He walked over to the weapons closet. He opened the cabinet door and gently removed the masamune from its resting place. He sheathed as carefully as if it were made of glass. He walked over to the door and opened it.
"I have a meeting with President Shinra about the Wutai War. I'll meet you for lunch, alright?"
All Sephiroth received was a grunt of recognition that emanated from the bathroom door. Sephiroth shook his head and then left for his meeting.
"President Shinra, General Sephiroth is here to meet with you," said a tall, rather leggy, blonde.
"Yes, good Cynthia, send him in," Shinra replied eyeing the retreating figure of the girl.
Sephiroth entered the room adorned in the traditional SOLDIER dress atire.
"What happened to Margot?" inquired Sephiroth rasing a silver eyebrow every so slightly. A look of confusion lighting upon his of interests I supposed you could say. I had to let her go." the statement fumbled out of President Shinra's lips.
Sephiroth decided that this was a topic he wasn't happy to have stumbled across, and was quick to steer the conversation in a different direction before he lossed his breakfast.
"Well the war went well I believe..." said Sephiroth.
President Shinra interrupted Sephiroth,
"Well?!? You were brilliant my boy!!! Only twelve casualties for us, and countless many for those ungrateful Wutain urchins. I am most pleased!" beamed Shinra, all the while pacing back and forth behind his desk. "I do believe a promotion is in order. You are now the head of all SOLDIER activities."
Sephiroth simply starred blankly not believing the words that were still buzzing around his head. He sat in a daze for what seemed like hours before he mentally shook himself. He stood up and bowed a low, graceful sweeping bow.
"Thank you sir. I will not let you down," Sephiroth managed to get these words out.
"I am sure you won't," Shinra replied almost sardonically. "You are dismissed for now."
Sephiroth nodded in recognition of this command and turned to retreat from the office.
When the giant mahogany doors had clicked shut, President Shinra picked up the phone and mindlessly punched in some numbers.
"Hojo, he is ready....Double the dose again......you heard me AGAIN!" with that Shinra slammed the phone back into the receiver.
Sephiroth had to use every inch of self restraint not to skip down the marble hallways. He was pretty sure that that was not the image a General in SOLDIER should be portraying. He turned the corner and hopped into the elevator. He swiftly pressed the button for the twenty-second floor, and it lit up with a neon blue glow. Sephiroth rolled his eyes and raised his head towards the speaker system in the elevator. A musak style piano music emanated from the sound system, typical elevator music.
"Why does all the music in all the elevators have to be complete and utter..."
DING
Sephiroth was interrupted by the arrival of his desired floor. He hurriedly stepped forth from the elevator. He turned the corner and entered the mess hall. He spotted Zack sitting alone at one of the tables shuffling his feet beneath the table.
"Way to be late, Mr. I'm-too-smooth-to-be-on-time-anymore!" chided Zack when Sephiroth sat down.
"Number one...you definitely need to work on your name calling skills. You are about as sharp as a marble. And number two I was late because I was being promoted to head General of SOLDIER operations." Sephiroth said with a half smile tugging at the left corner of his mouth.
"That is so increadibly awesome!" yelled Zack jumping up. He brow wrinkled in thoght. "Number two that is."
Sephiroth simply laughed at loud at his friend. Zack was good natured, but wasn't the brightest bulb in the drawer some times.
"I really enjoy simply riding on your coat tails. It definitely makes success pretty damn easy for me!"
"Well I'm glad that you are so happy with mooching off of my hard work," retorted Sephiroth playfully, "But seriously Zack, you have earned this. There is no other fighter I would rather have be my second and be by my side in battle, or to be my best friend."
"Aright! That is quite enough of the sappy stuff. Generals in SOLDIER cannot afford to show emothion....remeber? Anywhoo, Beers are on me!" Zack said cheerfully offering a can towards Sephiroth.
"Ummm. Zack, it's only 12:30," said Sephiroth confusion in his statement.
"Oh I know," Zack replied nonchalantly and gave Sephiroth wide grin.
"You and your six packs are gonna ruin my six pack," Sephiroth said as he grabbed the can from Zack.
"To our friendship and success. Nothing in the world could possibly tear us apart or stop us now!" Zack raised his can in a toast and Sephiroth did the same.
The 97th floor of the Shinra complex was full of mystery and held many a dark omen. Only the elite scientist had access to these labs and their contents. The entrance of this floor looked like an normal hospital floor. Everything was a glaring and pristine white. The halogen lights made everything bright and even cheery at times. At first glance, one might even mistake this place for heaven, but it was anything but heaven.
Behind the black double doors lurked terrors few new and even fewer wanted to experience. Large vats of mako were traced throughout the structure like land mines. The floor was so silent one could hear a pin drop, that is of course besides the occasional scream filled with pain or terror, sometimes both.
Human experimentation was the name of the game.
"Dr. Hojo," called out a fellow scientist. He was a man of medium stature, dark hair, and a full beard. A pair of thin wired spectacles rested gently upon his defined nose. He walked through the floor calling out with increasing urgency all the while steadily increasing the speed at which he searched.
"What on earth is it now Ghast!?!" snapped Hojo suddenly appearing from around a corner, a giant glowing suringe in his hand.
"We need to talk...now!" replied Ghast in a firm tone.
"Very well. What is your problem this time?" questioned Hojo in almost a mocking manner.
"I have discovered something rather unsettling," He paused and looked up at Hojo, but he looked rather unmoved. Professor Ghast pressed on, "In some of our test animals....you know the ones we've injected with mako enger..."
"I know our specimens," snapped Hojo, "Please get to the point sometime this week professor."
"These animals have begun to go mad, insane that is. Some of them have even turned on one another, killing their fellow creatures."
"And how does this effect anything we do here Ghast? Please elaborate if you can." Hojo drawled.
"Sir, our Soliers might go crazy. But these are trained killers not rats in a cage!" shouted Ghast.
"I know my calculations Ghast! And I am never, NEVER wrong." replied Hojo.
"Well then. I refuse to deliver the mako treatments anymore," Ghast replied crossing his arms.
Professor Hojo let a cackle come forth from his lip that rather unerved professor Ghast. The haunting laugh echoed down the hallway and seemed to be endless.
"Well then my brave crusader.....you are fired." shot Hojo letting another round of cackling bounce around the lab.
Ghast stood there in utter shock, not fully understanding the statement.
"Dear Gods....who will save the men now?" thought Ghast despondently to himself. "I must find a way."
"Oh yes and Ghast," Hojo added. Ghast looked up a look of emptiness upon his ficade, "If you come back onto Shinra property ever again......I'll have you shot on site."
Okie Dokies. There be the next installment. Please Please Please let me know what you all think. There is definitely some intense drama coming up:) Believe you me. Also I was thinking of doing either a Sephiroth OC pairing or Sephiroth/Aeris pairing. I would really enjoy you peoples input.:)