Cloud stood at the entrance to the training field, mouth agape.
Zack was lying under Sephiroth, clearly aroused. Zack, the man who sent moths of desire fluttering through Cloud's veins. Zack, the man with the wolfish grin, the sandy laugh, that look in his eye that melted Cloud's insides and turned him into a quivering, lovelorn creme brulee- that same Zack was shamelessly thrusting up and down under Sephiroth, massaging his buttcheeks against the general's belt-buckle.
Cloud felt his heart shatter.
At that moment, Zack looked up. The two men locked eyes for a second. Cloud saw the horror lance across Zack's face, but it was too late for the black-haired heartbreaker to make amends. With a howl of agony and impotent rage, Cloud turned on his heel and raced back into the Shinra building.
It was all too much. He couldn't face life any more.
And he had a plan.
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Tseng continued marching over to the Soldier training field. He could almost taste Sephiroth's blood in his mouth.
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Cloud reached the Weapons Development department in minutes. His heart pounding, he panted. His mouth tasted of salt and blood, both because he was hopelessly unfit and unused to running, and because of the pain that ripped his heart further with every passing second.
Nonetheless, he'd made it here. He stared around at the various weapons, some of which were infused with vicious-looking materia. One shot, that's all it would take. A gun in his mouth and a silent prayer to the great summon gods to end his torment...
Cloud hunted for the perfect mako-cannon.
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Zack wriggled out from under Sephiroth.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but I have to go!" He raced after Cloud quickly. Sephiroth nodded vaguely, in a daze.
He'd thought he was in love with Cloud. And yet...
Sephiroth had always believed he was the monogamous sort. A husband, three kids, a white picket fence- that was him all over. And yet recent events had shaken his self-identity beyond all recognition.
Who am I?
His mind flitted to thoughts of his tragic childhood in Nibelheim, the abuse at the hands- and toes- of Hojo that he never talked about, the mother whom he'd never met...
He suddenly remembered that there had been trouble at the Nibelheim reactor recently. Could he maybe organise a mission to go there and use it as an opportunity for a voyage of self-discovery?
Sephiroth pondered.
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Zack threaded his way through the Shinra building corridors, weaving left and right, desperately searching for the angelic chocobo whom he'd sort-of cheated on so shamelessly. Something deep in his gut told him that Cloud planned to do something terrible, irreversible. He had to stop him.
But he was running out of time...
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