YAY! I got 2 reviews. I know that's a very, very small amount, but its enough to make my heart beam! I need more reviewers, though. For the two that reviewed, I wan to ask I small favor: Can you tell them about this fic? Thankies! I now this is a very early time I put this one out, but c'est la vie!
I want to thank:
Kadaj-chan: I love Seph and Zack, too! Thanks for reading my fic! Um, I have a question, I read your profile--are you French? Cause my cousin, she 23, and she went to France. I was told it was really kewl.
Lillith667: I'm glad you liked the part where Hojo got stabbed in the ass. Point one for Hojo-haters! Anyone WOULD LOVE TO STAB THE OLD GEEZER WITH A NEEDLE!
Any ways, these reviews made my day, cause I went to the doctor. I needed one of my shots, so here I am, with a swollen left arm. IT HURTS. But, I am sacrificing its rest to type this. Enjoy!
Sephiroth:……
M-chan:…….
Sephiroth:….what?
M-chan: I don't own--
Sephiroth: Me, you or Final Fantasy VII. She owns Rena, though.
I entered the room, only to find it white. White. Only, and only white. Somehow, I had a feeling that these Shinra bastards had one sick sense of humor. Quietly rambling to myself, I walked to what was, a desk and a bed. Gently, I slid my hand across the little desk, and pointed my attention towards the bed.
Three sheeted, and a pillow. Not very fanciful, but I guess it was better sleeping motionless on the cold, metal ambience of the cage I was in. So, I took another stare, and noticed a lone window. Ah, so they did remember I was human and needed air; I guess they weren't such bastards af---
The thought stopped as I saw how high up I was. Never mind the security, but just trying to jump from here was like signing the deal with death. There was, and I repeat, no fucking way I would survive. There went another idea, I mused.
'No escape. Sephiroth would kill me. I could kiss my life bye just by stepping out the window. And…AHA!'
A vent. A holy, dirty, vent that sang my freedom. It was a sufficient size for me, and better…
Sephiroth wasn't here. No crushing fate for me!
I looked up, and only found a few spiders. To hell with them, I want out. Pulling the desk towards the vent, I slid my fingers in between the crevices and pulled. Pulling and pulling, I failed to notice that the opening was indeed, screwed in.
"Damn it! No, no, no…please…no…", I silently cried, "…gotta find a screwdriver. That's it! Um…lets see…cross! Cross…uh---mini!"
Now that I knew the size and design of the screwdriver, I prevented any unwanted madness. I got off, and began the search. It was not under the bed, nor was it in the pillow. Frantically, I searched everywhere, now tasting the iron in my mouth from biting too long on my tongue. My hands ripped, pushed aside, and pulled anything that could have held my freedom.
On the last nerve and decent sanity, I dropped pitifully on my knees, now accepting the fate I had. I couldn't find a screwdriver. Or something like it, at least. Resting on the bed, silent tears poured out. Was I really going to become something like Sephiroth and Zack? A SOLDIER?
Not that I didn't like the job, but who knew what I could encounter if I took that path? Besides, I never really liked the idea of killing to protect a company that would probably forget you the minute you die. Sigh, so much for the 'positive' idea… It was just as cruel to stay like this; locked up like an animal, unless I was told to come out.
Slowly, I leaned against a wall in between a corner, and let my sadness out in crystal drops. Why bother looking? I was going to get caught…but I couldn't give up. I caused enough trouble. I hid my head from the world and cried.
'Since when did you cry, Rena? In all my life I never saw you cry. You laughed it off and put another idea---'
"Who is it! Hello? Hello! Anyone there?"
My head looked around, my ears, listening for any sign of the voice. Yelling on the highest pitch, I asked again for whom spoke to me. I ended receiving nothing more than my own echoes.
'That's the Rena I know…so…are you going to do something or just stand there?'
Once again, I heard it. A masculine voice, but a slightly gentle one. Even though I heard it, I could not see the person who was talking. Somehow…it was a different one. It wasn't Zack's. It was indeed…a different one. Was it someone from my past? Maybe, the truth was that I didn't know.
'Fuck, I'm hallucinating…'
No response. Well, that solved it all. While I though and mused, I felt something furry run across my foot. And what else to fear then what I saw of the little mouse? Its tiny, red eyes looked at me, and seemed to beam that I noticed it. Curving my lips to a smile, I picked up the little guy.
"Aw, you're so cute! Didn't I see you chase after your little friend Sephiroth squished?", I asked sweetly. A little too sweet, if you ask me… Either way, I placed one finger on the little creature's head, reassuring it that I meant no harm. The smallest of things always seemed to entertain me.
Staying like that for 2minutes, I stood and the mouse jumped onto my bed. I plopped along, seeing the white creature bounce one foot in the air.
Laughing, I jumped again, seeing the rodent fly five feet high and falling, only to be caught by the white pillow I had.
"Name…Name…what shall I dub you…?", I crooned, and lied face down. Our eyes met, grey reflecting red; red reflected grey. A little light bulb blank in my head when I thought of a name for the little mouse. Once, again, I got up, and landed with a hard "thud" on the mattress, now sending the mouse eleven feet up in the air.
"I shall call you…", I paused, giving dramatic effects; as I was, I grabbed my pillow, and set it on my lap.
Just as the little critter fell on the said object, "Pillow!"
Somehow, the white creature stared back with all-mighty, 'WTF' look.
Pillow stared and stared. He probably had a higher IQ than me! I cracked up at the thought, forgetting that I wanted escape. Laughter was indeed a medicine, I thought, as I scooped Pillow into my hands, and showed him the window. He got off, and stood on the window ledge, starting intently, and gave a slight squeak of surprise.
Ha, he just noticed how crapped up the fall was too!
Once again I picked him up and we sat on my bed. I kept my head on my hands, never getting them sore. Pillow climbed on my head, and investigated the room a bit more. I trusted him, that he wouldn't abandon me. Weird to know that a untamed rodent listened to me.
Then again, it was much better than staying alone. I sighed, and rolled on my back, feeling Pillow scurry to my stomach. Giving a chuckle of apology, I patted Pillow. He gave a tiny nudge of approval. How strange it was, to be stuck somewhere in which every corner, every place, there was somebody watching your every move.
Even better, you are stuck in a white room. With white furniture, except the desk. While talking to a--good guess--white mouse. White, white, white…WHITE. Such joys of life, I thought. My eyes scanned the room again, once or twice on the vent. I looked it.
'Escape' was literally written all over it. My freedom. Let me not forget, Pillow's freedom too. He was, like me, a creation of unknown divinity. Like the rest of the world, we all made that way. Good, and bad. There never is any…perfect living thing. Never will be either.
Or so I thought, as I reminded myself of Sephiroth. When I looked at him, on the outside, he was perfect. Tall, smart, probably sharp, and extremely powerful. A man too perfect, indeed. Although, that was not it. I looked in his eyes, and caught that glimpse of sadness. Many things, besides commands and orders, must have been replaying over and over again. Yet, he never reached peace, or so I think.
Eyes are meant to be the windows for others to look in. To see what they are. Not by appearance, not by their valor, but by their being. If Sephiroth was so powerful as I heard form Zack, then I had to bug him to the ultimate to make sure I got my answer. I want to know what Sephiroth truly 'is'.
Yes…but this would require my ass getting kicked at this so called…'training', as usual.
Simple, but a hard task indeed.
'KLINK!'
I rubbed my forehead at the tiny pain. I looked for what fell, and got hit again. Then, I directed my attention towards the vent, and noticed that Pillow 'opened' the vent. The mouse let a sharp squeak, and I jumped off the bed. A loud clank resonated in the room, and I silently prayed no one heard it.
"Pillow! Thanks! I owe you! Can you still come with me though?", I pleaded, and reached for him. The white ball of fluff leapt, and landed square on my palm.
Pecking him in care, I slid him into the one pocket I had on this miserable excuse of a rag. Lowering my head in silence, I prayed again, that no on noticed, or heard. After that, what else to trip them off with a substitute me?
With quick precision, I assembled a body look a like with the covers. I carefully shaped them, and cleared the place of any hints of my escape. Dust, particles, and even smudges I left were cleaned by the tiny rag I made off my clothes. Silently, I bid good-bye and riddance to this place, as I grabbed the vent, and some of the screws I found. Surprisingly, the vent was big enough, and I let Pillow from my pocket, using his mouth, placed the screws tightly so in case they found out, there would be a diversion.
Amazed by the little guy, I let him crawl back in the compartment, and I crawled. So far, the vent went straight, and a left turn appeared. I crawled, and stopped suddenly, for I my death.
Sephiroth.
Apparently, he looked like he was on some kind of watch…and then a spiky, haired teen came up with Zack. The youngest, which had blonde hair, looked pretty friendly to me. Somewhat like Zack, but in a more calm way. Judging by the way he talked with the two, he seemed quiet.
Five minutes passed when the trio--more like duo, since Sephiroth went 'mute', finished the light conversation, and went off. Sephiroth remained, and then walked off towards a different direction. The coast was clear, and I headed again. I passed a few places here and there, each time, I checked that there was not an opening that revealed me.
It wasn't so long until I reached a another vent and in which---
"AAAH! RUFUS! Oh God…Rufus!"
"AAAHH…God…so tight…Yeah…want it faster?"
HOLY…FUCK….WHAT…THE HELL?
"YES! OH GOD, YES! FASTER!"
"Beg for it…beg…"
My eyes caught quite a show, a mortifying one, thank you! And I inwardly shivered at this…this porn show. Not that I even cared for it, I was just stiff all over. Grossed out, to say much. I can probably take blood and violence…but this…was probably worse than what I imagined training…
Taking a look closer, the man, who also looked no younger than 20, had quite a physique, that I noted why the slut fucked with him. A light blonde, and captivating sea blue eyes. Not a bad choice, I thought, but I looked towards a drink in the city of Midgar than in those eyes.
"Heh, heh…I take it you liked it?" said the crooning voice that I heard.
"Oh, yes Mr. ShinRa…", replied the bloody slut.
''Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew…I'm blinded…Wait…Shinra? That blonde is the president? He looks too young…maybe the son, I guess.", I mused in silence.
I set off, praying that I wouldn't encounter a moment like that. Wait… How did I get from my room, to that place? I remembered going left, left, right…oh… I went up, somehow… Anyways, I had to get down. So far, I haven't been caught. Yet. That's the main word. I at least estimated my escape to about 5 hours.
Bunch of boobs. How can they not notice me? Biting back my thought, I remembered that whatever you said, might come back to bite your ass. Not paying attention, I placed my hand on nothing, and fell. Wind pushed me back, and I soon noticed, that there was, of course, a fan.
A BIG-ASS ONE INDEED!
I was currently floating, and tried very hard to move to another vent. I tried one, two, three…four times until I reached out to one. At that moment, the fan turned off, leaving me to hang. Looking down, the fall I saw was just as scary like the one back at the white room.
Never minding the sight, I gathered some courage to swing back into place, and continued another good hours of crawling. I lowered a few levels, which, were like 6, and still, I haven't gotten to the place yet. Damn, damn, damn, and crap.
"I feel like I'm going nowhere…", I whined, and continued. By now, my arms, legs, knees and hands were numb, and I lost hope.
That is…until I saw light…
"OH GOD…IS THAT…?" I whispered, and rapidly crawled like hell. I repeated a little joyous hymn in my head while literally hovering to the light. Hope, hope, and glorious hope! I was going to be free! Pillow and I would go somewhere, get a job, and live!
Ah, such was my dream. Although, I'd have to hide, and miss Zack and Sephiroth, but who cared! I was going to---
"I'M FR----WAAAAAAAAAHHH! FLY, RENA, FLY! AAAAAAAHHH! NO, NO, NO, NO!"
Once again, I misjudged myself. I fell towards the "light".
I landed on something not too hard or soft. It was more like a body. A…peach…wet…body…
Silver was dripping wet. He was naked. And Zack was cracking up like hell. My body met the ground harshly as Sephiroth stood. It took quite a while when I realized I fell in the men's showers. My head looked up, and met a fierce, almost red gaze.
Sephiroth was pissed. And not in a good way either. I also realized…he was starch-naked.
By a scale of one to a million, Sephiroth passed it all. Without his uniform, he looked sexy. I fully admitted to myself that he was hot. In many ways, and in a few short words…
I felt…horny.
"Well, well, well. Rena…what is the pleasure of meeting you here?" came his cold, tone.
Blank. Utter blankness. Damn Sephiroth and his looks. Even Rufus would be jealous, that's for sure! Fucking Adonis…
"……………….uh…….", I drooled.
"HAHAHAHAHA! HOLY SHIT! Is she okay! She really doesn't look like she's responding!" Zack hollered, and went out.
Another guy came in, and I saw the spiky-haired blonde.
Great, another witness. Hot, but a hot witness. Were all guys in Shinra like this?
My attention quickly pointed down, and I saw blood, a broken vent, and some screws. Now I was screwed. I wounded, humiliated, and to top it off, stared at Sephiroth. I hope Zack didn't say anything of this… I was cut off when Zack came in with some towels, and the blonde helped me up.
"Ow! My leg….", I winced. The blonde, who was in a towel--mind you,--examined my leg, then cured it.
Once again, the silver-haired seraph came in, and glared. Shit, I was in for it. I was in deep shit. And I felt like shit. Not only was I going to get in trouble…but for training, I was going to confront a peeved professor, but a pissed-off general. The feeling that Sephiroth was going to kill me rose in my heartbeats.
"Trying to escape? Tsk, tsk…" he cooed sinisterly,"…I believe you were ordered to stay in your room. Yet again we meet. Tomorrow I said I was going to be lenient…but I take it you wanted death."
"…well, kill me then. I'm sorry, okay? I said it.", I replied harshly, and looked away.
Very soon, a large hand roughly gripped my chin, and I met furious emeralds. So what if he was angry? I wasn't afraid. If I was going to die, at least it was going to be somewhat painful. That I liked in a creepy way, but I didn't mind. If I was going to be injected with something harmful, trained from day to night like a worthless dog, and used to kill innocent lives, than I'd rather die.
"I will take away your rebellious thoughts…and crush you. Soon, you will obey. Soon. For now, clean yourself. I'm sick of seeing you."
"Likewise, general. You know, you should get that stick out your ass and quit being--" , I barked.
Now, my face met a slap. It had so much force, I was knocked off my own feet and into a wall. The sound of skin being mistreated resonated entirely. Zack and Cloud stared. One was going to help me, but Sephiroth thought otherwise.
"Stand up. I didn't hear you…nor do I want to hear you. I assure you, this is only a sample of what can happen to you tomorrow. It will be much worse.", Sephiroth smirked.
My mouth bled, and I got up. I was so badly banged in every joint, I felt like clay. Not only that, but I was angered. No, this man did not deserve my pain. Neither did I deserve such innocence either. I was to mainly blame.
Normally, I would be respecting him, like he said, but I had other…thoughts.
"Worthless. It will be your name as I say it, until I feel you need my respect.", and with that he walked out.
Blindly, after he left, I lunged into fit, only being stopped by Zack and Cloud. They yelled, consoled and pleaded for me to stop. In fear for my life. In fear that I would not get hurt again.
I HATE HIM. I LOATH HIM. WHO WAS HE TO JUSTIFY ME? I SHALL NOT RESPECT HIM, UNTIL I SEE IT THAT HE DESREVES MY RESPECT ALSO.
Woo, whee. That was sure a good one. I have to admit, I got pretty horny while typing about Rufus's moment, and the shower incident.
Damn. I'm still horny. Oh, well! This was inspired by how I suffered a major hit to my head due to the disrespect like Rena.
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