-1Wandering Spirits: Amnesia?
This will eventually turn into a YAOI (MxM) story between Cloud and Sephiroth taking place just after the movie. Cloud thinks he is free from Sephiroth's grasp, that someone close to him becomes infected with Sephiroth's soul. Driving them to madness, and death… WHO dare you ask is going to be the unlucky victim of Sephiroth's wrath? And what happens when Sephy gets amnesia? 0o; Read and Find out! In the second chapter of Wandering Spirits!
Warning: full Yaoi in later chapters!
Disclaimer: Yep I'm still poor 8D! Don't have a thing to me name!
A/N: This chapter has lots of Cloud vs. Sephiroth goodness. But poor Sephy, he's got amnesia? What will ever will Cloud do? He can't just leave Sephy in the tunnels can he?
PS: You prolly noticed that this story is Romance/Humor...ne? Well it's more like... Drama/Romance/Drama/Humor/Romance/Drama/Adventure/Humor/ etc... Ahehe ;; it varies from chapter to chapter, this chapter is a little dramatic... okay! It's smothered and slathered with gooey angst DRAMA... but... it will very soon be humorous, so bare with me a little longer! -sobs- I fail as a writer! -runs away screaming- AHH! I'm just going everywhere with this one! Nyehehehehe! Buahahahha!
Enjoi!
PPS: OMG sooo damn sorry for the late late late late late late late hours later late late update of this story - so much crap has be like preventing me from being on FanFiction for a while now. Anyhoo- gots some new Ideas sooo hope this turns out okay sobs!
Help… Please… Help me… Cloud- Where are you…It hurts…
A throbbing pain sprung to life within Strife's head as he slowly came about. His mako-blue eyes fluttered open, the weight of a thousand battles weighed heavily upon him as he attempted to lift himself from the puddle his body seemed highly attached to. With palms pressed firmly against the cement, he managed to lift himself up, coughing a little, his lungs contracting painfully to induce the projection of water from his lungs.
He stared down at the water, it was twinkling softly under some unknown source of light from above. He pulled his eyes away from his reflection, sitting on his knees as he looked upward. A frown pulled at his lips. They seemed to be trapped here. The entire cavity collapsed around them. Them-!
His eyes widened and his head turned frantically, searching everywhere for Denzel's body. How could he have forgotten?
A jolt of fear played his heart strings as he felt his way around in the dark for any sign of that little boy's form. Hoping upon hope he was able to save him before it was too late. A hand! He grasped it gently and felt along the attached arm - an unusually - long - arm…
He pulled away slightly, something took over him, perhaps in his heart he knew what was there, maybe not. But a looming darkness fell upon both bodies. He knew this wasn't Denzel - but it had to be - it just had to be him!
Help me… Cloud - Cloud - It hurts so much - I can't find you! I'm so lost, so dark-
The words seemed to echo in the silence of Cloud's mind. He lowered his blonde head to the body's chest, searching for a heartbeat. Yes, this person was alive. But was it Denzel? He had to know.
His hands grasped the body's arms and shoulders and he pulled with all his might - the legs were stuck under metal! Damn! He scrambled over to where a piece of metal had fallen on top of the body. He heaved against it with his shoulder, grunting softly as he managed to force it upwards with one arm, using the other to pull the legs from beneath it.
With a clang that screamed and shattered Cloud's very soul he ducked away as the metal fell away, another burst of light streaming in from above - just enough to allow him to see all that was in their make-shift prison.
He turned his head, it felt as if time had slowed his reaction. First there were those long, muscular, yet lean legs, the legs of a SOLDIER - clothed in black leather boots and pants. His heart cracked. Cold blue eyes, wide with fear of knowing what he would see next, grazed unwillingly up that body. The body of a general, clothed in a familiar black trench coat, with his built chest just barely exposed. His heart split. He didn't want to. He didn't want to believe, he didn't want to see, he didn't want to - but those eyes of his forced themselves to look upon the face of his nightmare. His deep rooted desire. His maker and un-maker.
His heart shattered. Tears rolled down his face as the cold hard truth hit him hard and fast. A bullet through his very being shattering his spirit, his hope. His eyes fell upon the face, that was not Denzel's, rather, the pale soft features of his silver haired, one winged angel.
"Sephiroth."
Outside that place of collected agony, the world seemed oblivious to that which had just occurred. Back at the 7th Heaven, Cid had decided to nap upstairs while Vincent and Tifa prepared to close shop for the day. They would go to the tunnels tonight.
Vincent pulled on his Metal arm bracer. Tifa had given him a new arm not too long ago, she really was a talented little treasure to him. His other had smashed last time Cloud and himself had gone to the crumbling remains of those forgotten tunnels. The he'd never seen such high level wolves like that before. Monstrosities.
He flexed his smooth metallic fingers gently. They were nice, easy to maneuver, almost like a real hand, a real arm. That girl sure could work some wonders. He smiled a little to himself at the thought of her. Behind his blood red cloak he chuckled softly. What would he be without -
"Hurry up Vincent!" His lover chimed. Her voice ringing in his ears softly. He looked up and nodded a little. "You're always thinking so hard. Take it easy sometime for me, ne?" She giggled softly and blew him a little kiss before pulling on her fighting gloves.
"You do have proper materia - right?" He questioned. It wouldn't be easy to bring that whole place down. Nervousness crept over him, like a fog creeps into port on eerie nights, when the monsters come out to play. For some reason he didn't want Tifa down there, there was something, bothering him about it. Come to think of it -
"Where is Denzel?" He thought aloud. With a turn of his body he seemed to float his way upstairs, a few minutes later he called down to Tifa. "He's not here. Did he go with Marlene somewhere?" Light tapping noises echoed in the bar as Vincent made his way downstairs, sweeping past Tifa. Disturbed by his absence, Denzel wasn't one to stray very far from home. Unless with Marlene - but Marlene was with Barrett…
"He wouldn't be with Marlene today, you know how he gets when that big thug is around." Tifa let out a small laugh and rubbed the back of her head, following him swiftly. Vincent didn't seem to like this news very much. He'd made it not ten feet from outside the door when the smell of fire filled his nostrils, and the sound of panicked people filled his ears. "It's them-" He muttered out. With a worried look in his eye, he turned to Tifa, her eyes were filled with the same worry. In a matter of seconds, both of them were making their way to the scene.
Cloud sat there, still in shock of what he'd just seen. What would he do? How would he save Denzel from this? He'd seen what this man had done to Kadaj, knew how it felt to be his puppet. A shudder ran through his whole body. He felt around for his Buster Sword. Finding it not far away he pulled it to rest beside him, in case Sephiroth should wake up.
He brought his knees up to his chest, curling his arms around them as he put his head on his arms. A glare seemed to plaster itself to his face just then. He must remain cold and calm. This was Sephiroth, his great enemy, the cause of death everywhere he went. Yet, how would Tifa, Vincent, Cid, Yuffie, Barrett, Nanaki, Cait Sith… Marlene… how would they ever forgive him for this. This would make it twice he wasn't able to help someone he loved, even though he was right there. He would never be able to help anyone, all he seemed to do was bring pain and hurt to those around him. How - How would he tell them - how could he even face them… it would be better if he died here…
It's so cold here. Why is it so cold - and wet. Where am I? What is my name? Why can't I remember - there are so many images - who is that man? What is this feeling - so warm…He's so… but this must be a dream… no one that beautiful can ever exist…
Flashing green mako-eyes open slowly, squinting from the light that warmed his face. His brows furrowed and he groaned softly. Lifting his hand from the water he holds it up to the light, shielding his eyes. He turned his head slowly to his right. Metal. That was odd. What kind of place was this. Seemed much like a tomb of some sort. Was he dead? He let out a soft 'hmm' of thought.
His ears pricked up as he caught a startled gasp and the scrapping of metal against metal from his left. He turned his head slowly, his eyes falling upon the blonde haired man from his dream. His eyes blinked softly. His brows furrowed in confusion. The blonde seemed malnourished, grown, angrier than in his dream. "Am I still dreaming?" he questioned softly.
Cloud blinked in surprise at this remark, his eyes widening in confusion, then hardening with a brutal rage. How dare he play tricks with him at a time like this. Smarmy bastard! "Don't talk to me like this is some kind of joke!" He growled out, the muscles of his arms flexed in a jerkish manner as he pointed his sword at that pale neck. "Tell me what you did with Denzel! Where is Denzel!" He hissed through his teeth.
Sephiroth seemed just as surprised and taken aback as the blonde. He blinked again and sat up a little, turning his body so that he could see the blonde clearly. "I think you have the wrong person. I don't think I'm this Sephiroth fellow. And I really don't know where, or who, Denzel is… Sorry."
This was ludicrous! How - what in the world was going on! Another trick perhaps? But no, this seemed - serious. Sephiroth… really … doesn't know who he is… Sephiroth - has no memory? He can't be trying to trick him. Cloud let his sword fall to the metal floor with a clang. Sephiroth would never deny his own name. His heart seemed to melt and shatter at the same time. On the one hand, Sephiroth wouldn't be much of a threat this way, on the other, how would he ever free Denzel. And sitting square in the middle was the big question -
How in the world would he ever explain this to the gang?
That problem though, would have to be solved sooner than he thought, for at that moment, the roof of their prison opened up, and the startled, teary-eyed face of his beloved Tifa was staring straight at him…
This was going to be a looooong day.
End of Chapter 3!
Oh ho ho! I really hope you liked this - I kinda rushed it, kinda - ; only cause I was so happy to get all those reviews and stoofies teehee Thank you guys for your support and what not - anyway-! SEPHY IS SO CUTE! -clings to him-
Sephiroth: Bite me TT+
Cloud: -sobs in a corner- Ohhh I'm so emo and whiny! -boohoo-
Sephiroth: For Christ's Sake Strife! Not again! TT+
GET READY FOR SOME HEATED ACTION (not the pervy kind ;.; ) BETWEEN CLOUD AND THE GANG IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OF WANDERING SPIRITS!
And get ready for some OOC Sephiroth being very lost and confoosed!
Wandering Spirits Chapter 4: The Day of Strife
