This is what I've wanted to do all along. This is what I wanted to begin with. The story of the three friends: Sephiroth (Crescent), Genesis Rhapsodos and Angeal Hewley. Whoever may want to laugh or cry or get hurt or comfort each other together with us, welcome on board.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of FF7. Then again, generally speaking 'being' is better than 'owning'. Methinks. Still, Iarba - the one called 'Tonberry' by Genesis - is MY creation and nobody else but my friend Glaurung II is entitled to use her apart from me.
NEVERENDING SONG
Part I – DIVER. 3rd song
"I need some sleep
"It can't go on like this…"
Eels – „I need some sleep"
It was so weird.
The dreams he sometimes had. They were so weird.
He knew what dreams were. Animals dreamed too, of course. He had seen them many times moving restlessly in their sleep and kicking with their legs like running. He had heard them sobbing or moaning in fear or, on the contrary, releasing short cries of pleasure. He wondered if they, too, had dreams as weird as his.
Because he dreamed of places that could never exist.
Some scary endless spaces that didn't seem scary at all when he dreamt them. An endless blue. Some things like cotton rolls moving on it. A shiny ball called sun.
Some very complex structures with intricate, ever-changing patterns made from zillions of pieces of... something, in colors he had never seen in the Lab World. In his dreams they were called trees with leaves. Seemingly that was how the world really looked – at least there, anyway – and only houses, on the inside, were limited by walls and floors and ceilings just like the rooms of the Lab World. And he regarded all those as perfectly normal when he was there.
Sometimes even he himself didn't look as usual. It was as if he were watching that strange world through the eyes of a human child just the way he was looking into the other rooms through the cameras planted everywhere. A human child with short reddish hair and a cheerful demeanor. Such as his had never been. In those moments it seemed that both him and that boy were together in one body and their minds touched each other in an unsettling way, sending shivers of thrill and distant calls of pure joy along the deepest recesses of their spirits and melting both of them into one as if they were some eerie sort of twins.
It couldn't be real, of course. He sometimes wondered why he would ever dream such things and how his mind could create that totally distorted alien world.
Most of all he wondered why he would dream of being human and have brothers and friends and be... loved, whatever that would really mean. It wasn't a sane thing to do.
He had tried to smother them, to drown even the memories of endless spaces and warm light and trees.
To chase away the faces of those human kids calling him from afar, sneaking inside his mind on every possible occasion. The grinning red-haired one. The sturdier one, with a raven mane and serious mien. The girl with her deceiving look. The ghostly mother.
And that... love thing…