I am working on description. Therefore this chapter is going to be longer than the others. I hope that it is acceptable.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the idea and my original characters.

---------------Little Brother------------------

(Sephiroth's POV. A Week before meeting Cloud in Aerith's church.)

It feels as if I am floating. I cannot see, cannot hear, cannot breath. I open my mouth and liquid suddenly rushes in. I close my mouth and try to open my eyes but all I can see when I open them, is darkness. Where am I? Who am I? Am I drowning? These questions burn through my mind as I reach my hands out, trying to find some sort of clue as to where I am. My hands hit something that feels like glass. I run my hands around the glass structure, finding out that it is only 4 feet in diameter all around. My lungs feel like they are going to burst. I come to the realization that I am going to drown if I do not find a way out soon.

("No. Your not going to drown dear,") a voice says. The voice was unmistakably female, deep and soft, like velvet. ("Just let it flow through you.")

"Let WHAT flow through me? Where am I?" My mind demanded.

("Don't fight it dear, embrace it. You will not drown.")

I was reluctant to believe this woman. Desperately clinging to life, unwilling to believe that I could breath this liquid around me, I was suddenly aware of a hand slowly caressing my face, sending waves of warmth and pleasure throughout my body. I felt myself relaxing into it, the side of my face leaning into the palm.

("Just let go. Come to me angel.") she purred.

Yes... safe. All I have to do is let go. I open my mouth and allow the liquid to slide down my throat. The liquid is coppery in taste, with a strange chemical aftertaste. The strange thing is that I actually started breathing. The substance seemed to fill my entire being, causing a strange calming effect. The world slowly came into focus and I could see that I was in a glass tube of some sort. I looked up to find that there was an opening in the top of where I was being held, where the owner of the hand was sitting. I still couldn't see her clearly yet, but I did noticed that she was smiling at me.

She suddenly turned and hit a small switch above the container. The liquid then started to drain, flowing through the slowly opening case. I fell to the floor, coughing slightly and shivering from the sudden burst of cold air that hit me. I was aware that I was completely naked as the liquid clung to my skin, dripping slowly off of me. It resembles blood. I sat up and looked around, taking note of the surrounding area. Despite the red substance staining the grates beneath me, the room was immaculate, showing signs of great care and sterility. There were also more of the tubular casings around me. I counted about a hundred in all. On each were small monitors of some sort. The floor beneath each case was grated, I assumed this was for the contents of the containers. I also noticed that only nine of the containers held something besides the foreign liquid, which was red in color. One of these containers held, what looked to be, a giant of a man. He was about nine feet tall with a heavy muscular build. Besides that, I couldn't really see any features. I started to cough again, hacking up bits of the red substance that I came out of a few minutes ago.

"Meet your, soon to be, brothers and sisters." the woman cooed.

I spun around, falling to the floor in the process, and that's when I saw her clearly for the first time. She didn't seem real. Her face looked like it was carved from fine white marble, bringing out the fullness of her ruby red lips. Her high cheekbones accented her face perfectly, reminding me a lot of mother. But the most remarkable thing about her, was her eyes. They were amber, almost gold, in color. Her eyebrows arched slightly, giving her an air of arrogance, but also appearing gentle at the same time. Her body had a perfect hour glass figure. Nothing was disproportionate, no flaws to be seen on her pale skin. The dress she wore, which was blood red, hugged her every curve and brought out the fullness of her breasts. Her movements spoke of strength and unnatural grace. She took me into her arms, cradling me against her. She wiped my face off with a black scarf and brushed stay strands of hair from my face.

I found myself drawn to her eyes, which were amber, almost gold. For some reason they calmed me. She smelled like some fine perfume that was intoxicating. I breathed deeply, and I found myself not wanting her to let me go. She suddenly laughed causing me raise my arch my eyebrow slightly. Can she hear my thoughts? She pulled me up to a sitting position, looking deep into my eyes. At that moment, the cold floor did not concern me, everything seemed to melt into her eyes, a blur of reds and grays, and blacks. Nothing mattered except the angel in front of me.

"I want to help you, make you stronger than you ever thought possible. Call it a token of affection from on sibling to another. But you have to trust me." she said.

She hugged me closer to her, resting her head near the base of my neck.

"Do you trust me?" she asked, snuggling closer to my neck. My skin prickled under her soft breath hitting my neck. I felt so good that I found my self sighing slightly.

"Yes. I trust you." I breathed.

"Good. Hold on to me. " she said raising my hands to her shoulders.

I hugged her to me, unwilling to let her go. My thoughts were only of her, of how she made me feel. I felt a small bit of pressure on my neck. Then it came, a warmth and pleasure that radiated from the point of contact throughout my entire body. I found myself moaning loudly and bucking against her, my muscles relaxing under her embrace. She pulled away from me, moaning herself. I felt pleasantly sleepy as she gently laid me on the ground. Before I drifted off to sleep, I noticed what I assumed to be my blood, running down the corners of her mouth.

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I saw a face before me. Blue eyes wide with fear.

"Good to see you again, Cloud."

I awoke to find that someone carried me, and laid me in a bed. I sat up, noticing that I felt different, stronger. I inspected the room, noticing that it was large and richly decorated. Bookcases lined the walls, filled with leather bound books. A desk made out of a dark wood, with a black chair sitting behind it, was sitting to the left of me. The fireplace in front of me was made out of black marble, two dragons wrapped around the pillars situated underneath the mantle, where a brass clock sat. To the right stood a black nightstand which held another antique brass clock, this one with odd designs etched into it. Someone believes in punctuality. I thought to myself. Behind me hung a painting of a waterfall. My usual attire was laid out on a small red couch that sat to the right of me. I got up and walked over to it, dressing quickly.

" I take it that your living quarters are acceptable?" A voice called out. The voice was deep, and smoother than silk. For some reason it made me slightly weak in the knees. He stepped out from the shadows, staring at me with a slight gleam in his eyes. His features were identical to the woman from before, well toned athletic body, pale skin, and amber eyes, and eyebrows that were also arched, giving him an arrogant look. He also moved with the same unnatural grace. There were only a couple of differences, his jawline was more pronounced, making his high cheekbones stand out more. He was slightly taller, with wavy, coal black hair. A silver streak ran from the front of his hair and fell to the side of his face.

"Who are you?" I asked, my eyes narrowing with distrust.

"Easy, little brother. Do you know who you are yet?" He asked, walking around me. " I can see why my sister likes you so much. You truly are a work of art."

"I know who I am. But the real question is, who are you?"

"Oh excuse me. I haven't introduced myself. I am Demitri Solonov of the Solonov clan. My Sister, Cascana can tell you more. Actually, She's waiting for you." He said

"Why should I trust you? I don't even know where I am let alone what happened to me."

Her voice echoed through my mind, "Do you trust me?". I grabbed the sides of my head. What is wrong with me? While I was thinking, Demitri had walked up to me and put his hands on my shoulders.

"My poor lost little brother. Whatever could be wrong?" He leaned up against me. "Is it that you are confused? It happens to the best of us. Don't worry about it. After all, we are here for you."

He hugged me close to him, gently rubbing my back. I looked at him,wondering why I was allowing this man to anywhere near me. I should be fighting against him, but I wasn't thinking straight. He looked into my eyes, his eyes shimmering in the firelight, and I felt myself slowly relaxing into his embrace.

"That's it little brother." He cooed. "Now, you want to see Cascana again, don't you?"

"Ye..Yes." I said.There was an odd fog clouding my mind, constricting my thoughts. I couldn't say no. He slowly turned and beckoned me to follow him. We silently walked down a long hallway, black and red wallpaper covering the walls. The designs making it seem surreal in a way, but I couldn't focus. All I could do was follow behind Demitri. Why am I following him? Why does this seem so..Natural? My will is being crushed by this man and I know it, Yet I cannot fight against him. And I am starting to not want to. He led me back into the chamber that held the circular tubes. The woman, Cascana, was standing in front of one, stroking the glass affectionately. She looked at me and smiled.

"Well, It seems that little brother has awoken." She said.

"Sephiroth."

"Oh, I see. So you do remember who you are. Or rather, who you were."

"What does that mean?"

She walked over and placed her hand on my face. It was soft and reassuring. Despite what my mind was telling me, I leaned into her hand, closing my eyes.

" Don't worry about it. You will have company soon, Sephiroth. You will never be alone again."

"Alone..." I repeated after her.

"Yes. Your brothers and sisters sit behind this glass. Why don't you welcome them the same way that I welcomed you? After all, we are all going to be family soon."

Demitri smiled next to me.

"Yes...Sister." I said, reaching for the first containers release switch.