Yes, yes, short, short… I have a habit of writing half-chapters, so I can actually get them up. I'm a slow writer… (cry) So, this is sort of like part 2 of chapter 1, I'm just calling it chapter 2.
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"You moron!"
…
"Monster! You don't deserve to exist!"
…
"Do you know what I put into what you just ruined?!"
Sephiroth felt no inclination at all to respond. This had been going on for, what? Hours? There was no measure of time here. Just step after step after muttered curse after hollered insult, even the occasional obscenity.
It was starting to irk him. Like being hit on the head with a plastic bottle just enough times for it to twinge annoyingly. Not pain, but stinging, sharper with each hit.
"You don't care, do you?!"
Eventually…
"You're emotionless!!"
He'd snap.
"You can't-"
Sephiroth whirled, eyes flaming, mouth turned down in a fierce snarl.
"YOU listen!!" The annoying plastic bottle turned tenfold on the offender. "I killed you once already!! Now that we are both DEAD, you will cooperate!! Either that, or you will find out what is worse than death!!"
A muffled squeak was heard before the onslaught of silence. If there was wind in the underworld, it would fly by, deafening in the quiet, ruffling long hair. Since there was no wind, there was no noise, no movement. Time was frozen.
Aeris was caught in the raging storm, pulling her in through the spark in his eyes. Their gazes locked, linked for what was an eternity. Sephiroth could see through her, through the exterior to the timid soul, and carve it open. It felt like a blade of ice pressed against her fragile soul, as if it would take no effort to cleave her in half.
"Good."
He grabbed her wrist sharply, and continued walking, black boots clicking softly against ground Aeris knew wasn't actually there.
Unreal scenery whipped past her, never really there. Aeris knew what it looked like, but she couldn't see it, it wasn't really there.
It was…
Like a cave without walls.
Like being underground, but with no ground above you. As if the whole world was ridged with rocky floors and mounted lanterns, and there wasn't any exit.
It was…
Hell.
Here she was, in what was most likely eternal damnation, being dragged along by her killer.
Yet somehow…
Be it because she had nowhere else to go, or that demonic curiosity had overcome…
She would have followed him, even without the grip.
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"Still here, Cloud?"
"…yes…"
"Can I join you?"
"Alright…"
"Those are beautiful flowers."
"I know."
"I'm sure she'd love them if she saw them."
"…"
Tifa put a supportive hand on Cloud's shoulder, as he lightly set a beautiful bouquet of flowers on a familiar gravestone.
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Go me! Watch me overdo it completely! I can't help it, it's really fun to write scenes like these.
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"You moron!"
…
"Monster! You don't deserve to exist!"
…
"Do you know what I put into what you just ruined?!"
Sephiroth felt no inclination at all to respond. This had been going on for, what? Hours? There was no measure of time here. Just step after step after muttered curse after hollered insult, even the occasional obscenity.
It was starting to irk him. Like being hit on the head with a plastic bottle just enough times for it to twinge annoyingly. Not pain, but stinging, sharper with each hit.
"You don't care, do you?!"
Eventually…
"You're emotionless!!"
He'd snap.
"You can't-"
Sephiroth whirled, eyes flaming, mouth turned down in a fierce snarl.
"YOU listen!!" The annoying plastic bottle turned tenfold on the offender. "I killed you once already!! Now that we are both DEAD, you will cooperate!! Either that, or you will find out what is worse than death!!"
A muffled squeak was heard before the onslaught of silence. If there was wind in the underworld, it would fly by, deafening in the quiet, ruffling long hair. Since there was no wind, there was no noise, no movement. Time was frozen.
Aeris was caught in the raging storm, pulling her in through the spark in his eyes. Their gazes locked, linked for what was an eternity. Sephiroth could see through her, through the exterior to the timid soul, and carve it open. It felt like a blade of ice pressed against her fragile soul, as if it would take no effort to cleave her in half.
"Good."
He grabbed her wrist sharply, and continued walking, black boots clicking softly against ground Aeris knew wasn't actually there.
Unreal scenery whipped past her, never really there. Aeris knew what it looked like, but she couldn't see it, it wasn't really there.
It was…
Like a cave without walls.
Like being underground, but with no ground above you. As if the whole world was ridged with rocky floors and mounted lanterns, and there wasn't any exit.
It was…
Hell.
Here she was, in what was most likely eternal damnation, being dragged along by her killer.
Yet somehow…
Be it because she had nowhere else to go, or that demonic curiosity had overcome…
She would have followed him, even without the grip.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Still here, Cloud?"
"…yes…"
"Can I join you?"
"Alright…"
"Those are beautiful flowers."
"I know."
"I'm sure she'd love them if she saw them."
"…"
Tifa put a supportive hand on Cloud's shoulder, as he lightly set a beautiful bouquet of flowers on a familiar gravestone.
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Go me! Watch me overdo it completely! I can't help it, it's really fun to write scenes like these.