Chapter 7
Author's note: I'm finally starting to write about it! Pregnancy symptoms! The funnest part of writing in my opinion. Hopefully I do good! ;)
My stomach twisted as I woke up that morning, a deep groan of distress rumbling in my throat. I rolled onto my side, a deep shiver running through my body. I didn't want to go to classes today. I felt too sick. I looked around the room blearily, seeing that everyone was still fast asleep. I frowned, pulling my phone from beneath my pillow and flipping it open, the light momentarily blinding me, blinking my eyes till they adjusted.
3 a.m? I blinked at the screen for a moment till it dulled then became black. Why was I up this early? The punch in my gut reminded me so I got up out of bed slowly, walking like I was possessed to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind me before turning the light on. I fell to my knees as I vomited suddenly into the toilet, the sick feeling returning. I shook and my eyes burned after it was all done, the toilet water now chunky and dark yellow, the sight and smell making my stomach twist again. I flushed the toilet with a sigh, sitting against the far wall, my eyes drooped as I stared blankly at the white marble of the toilet, feeling a bunch of emotions that all seemed to only make me feel depressed.
I just sat there for what felt like forever, not really thinking or doing anything despite sitting and breathing. I quickly grew tired again, my vision clearing as if I had been day dreaming. I blinked, finally moving as I got up slowly, sliding up the wall before heading to the door to go back to sleep, my hand touching the knob before my alarm went off on my phone, vibrating on the sink counter loudly. I had a strong urge to scream as every one began to wake up, their groans loud outside the door. I took in a deep breath, calming myself down. Oh god, why me?
"What are those Strife?!" the drill instructor yelled into my ear, my eyebrow twitching as I pushed the 75 pound weight higher, my arms shaking as I grunted, sweat falling down my temples as the drill instructor continued to yell into my ear, the snicker of the guy next to me drawing the drill instructor to him. I would have snorted when he faltered when the instructor added another five to his, nearly breaking his neck as the instructor seemed oblivious to his struggle, pushing him harder. I grunted as I pushed it up again, for once actually appreciating the instructor.
Bullying was not allowed on Shinra grounds, well bullying that got caught anyway. I nearly dropped the weight when the urge to vomit returned, my instructor not paying attention as I put the weight back on its holder and sat up. He turned when I vomited on the floor though, jumping away from the vomit that quickly spread like it was lava, my vision spinning. I could hear the disgusted reactions of those around me, my eyes screwed shut as wave after wave hit me, shaking when it finally stopped. "Holy Shit Strife!" My instructor bellowed as he helped me up from my seat, demanding for the students to continue their work as he brung me to the infirmary.
I stumbled with every step, the instructor cursing under his breath when I fell to my knees and gagged, my entire body trembling as I tried to empty an empty stomach, the instructor pulling me to my feet with a grunt. The walk to the infirmary was a blur to me, only a bunch of spinning colors and noises that sounded to far away, the only actual thought of the warmth of my chest as my chin touched it, my skin hot even through my clothing.
"Do you want to see him?" that sweet voice asked, my eyes heavy as the smell of medicine entered my nose, the sound of someone screaming for a doctor a mere whisper to the voice. "Who?" I whispered as multiple hand reached for me, my body going limp. "Did you forget already?" the voice giggled, my vision becoming black. Forget who?
"Cloud?" I came to by the sound of a voice. The voice was heavily layered with an accent that was strangely comforting, my brain slowly beginning to work again. "Zack," my hoarse voice called softly, my head falling to the side. I was so weak, my entire body trembling with a burning heat yet an unresolvable coldness seemed to have seeped into my bones, the warmth of sweat tickling the fine hair near my temples. I opened my eyes slowly, closing them when light burned and blinded them. "Cloud?" Zack's voice was loud, close to my ear and throbbing in my brain, my eyes opening to a mere squint.
I could see the pattern of khakis in front of me, the khakis shielding my eyes from the light. I blinked my eyes, looking up, meeting Zack's worried violet eyes, blinking up at him blearily. "Did I fall asleep in class again?" I asked almost scared I had, Zack's amused smile as he chuckled not very comforting. "Not this time, Spikey," he said almost sadly despite his ever present smile, my eyes narrowing. "Am I dead?" I asked jokingly in a small whisper, Zack laughing as he took a step back, my smile falling when I saw black leather behind him. I scooted a little more farther on the bed I just realized I laid on, my eyes darting around the room.
The infirmary? "How are you feeling cadet?" Sephiroth's deep baritone asked, my eyes darting back to the bit of leather I could see behind Zack, my adam's apple bobbing as I swallowed. I felt trapped. "F-fine sir," I clarified in a small voice, Zack thankfully not moving from his spot, my mind not even knowing what to do if I saw him again. Zack smirked, looking from me to Sephiroth, hinting at something that made me sick. Why would I want him after what he did to me?
"I think I should leave," Zack said, my hand grabbing onto his sleeve as I stopped him. "No! I mean, please stay," I said in a slightly panicked voice, Zack not seeming to mistake my discomfort for nervousness, nodding is head with a grin. I bit my lip. Only if he knew...
"Would you mind telling us what happened, cadet?" Sephiroth's baritone voice asked, sounding as stoic as ever. I swallowed, trying to honestly figure out what he was talking about. "What do you mean?" I asked softly, a tremor running throughout my body visibly,Zack looking to me with a worried glance. "You alright?" he asked, laying me back down gently, a small smile touching my lips. "I'm fine, just cold," I replied, letting Zack pull my blanket up to my chin, feeling like a child being put to bed.
"Do you not remember what happened earlier today cadet?" Sephiroth's asked, ruining the mood. I met Zack's eyes and frowned, shrugging my shoulders in I have no idea what he's talking about motion, Zack shaking his head with a chuckle. "I don't think he remembers Seph," Zack said over his shoulder, slight humor in his voice. "To be honest, from how the gym and hallways looked, I wouldn't want to remember how it happened either," Zack joked, putting a small smile on my lips while Sephiroth just sighed irritatedly, the sound upsetting me.
I was about to tell him to stop being such a drama queen but a nurse walked in, working around Sephiroth and Zack like they weren't there, checking my blood pressure and temperature before scribbling it down on a board, telling me I was free to go when I pleased, nothing but a flu my worst diagnoses. I smiled up at Zack who was jumping in place, obviously too hyped to stand next to me for much longer. "I'll be right out, wait for me outside," I told him, Zack grinning with a nod as he practically jumped out the room, my smile slowly falling when Sephiroth was fully put in my vision.
He looked as perfect as ever, his hair not sticking up awkwardly, every strand put neatly in place, his skin still it's pale complexion that made you wonder if he ever went outside, his eyes watching me like a wold watched prey. A permanent frown was sketched on my face. "I don't believe you were of exception, General," I said as calmly as I could, trying to not sound frightened or intimidated by him, Sephiroth's eyes narrowing. He continued to stand there, obvious not willing to move. I looked to the door t make sure Zack was not standing by it, the sound of a nurse giggling signaling he was currently busy.
"What do you want?" I asked impatiently, sitting back against the slim pillows with a huff, Sephiroth's snort obviously one of mild offense. "Where do we start?" he asked, my eyes darting to his face. "How about we start when you raped me," I supplied in a sugared tone, Sephiroth frowning as he crossed his arms in front of him. I wanted to smile. Yeah, feel uncomfortable you asshole.
"You tore up my apartment," he argued back, my eyes rolling in annoyance. "Oh, because cheap ass pictures and stupid furniture is a lot more important than the sex you forced on me," I replied sarcastically, Sephiroth's eyes narrowing, becoming lighter with anger. "I didn't force you-" "Oh yes you fucken did! Stop trying to lie about shit because your to afraid to admit your not as fucken controlled as you lead everyone to believe, you unwanted asshole!" I snapped, my anger rising fast. How could he be so stupid and ignorant?
"Do you know how long it took me to stop limping?! Five forsaken days that I hated more than your annoying voice," I informed, Sephiroth's chest rising and falling a little faster, a sadistic satisfaction seeping into my bones. Get mad you over grown ass, I thought, smiling softly. "But guess what? I don't even care anymore. As far as I'm concerned, your a memory nobody wants," I said, knowing I cut deep hen Sephiroth clenched his jaw. "That's what a whore like yourself would say," Sephiroth retorted, my jaw falling to the floor. That bitch!
"Well, at least I'm not desperate enough to fuck anything that moves," I retorted, Sephiroth snorting as he began to walk up to my bed, my eyes narrowing as I scooted back, not wanting to be too close to him. Sephiroth smirked as he placed his gloved hands on the sheets, leaning towards me till my head bumped into the wall with a small thud. "Your one to talk," he retorted softly, grabbing my chin as he kissed me forcefully, my eyes shutting tight as I tried to pull away. I became still on the bed when a sudden heat spread through me when Sephiroth rubbed me through the sheets, a sudden wanton moan leaving my lips.
I recoiled but he held on stubbornly to my chin, his lips never leaving mine as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I shivered, pleasure thrumming through my body as he rubbed me again, my hand grabbing his wrist but not putting up much of a fight as I tried to pull away weakly. Our lips pulled away from each other slowly, a string of saliva connecting us before it broke and fell onto his chin, my tongue flicking out to lick it away.
"Whoa!" Zack's surprised voice exclaimed, my eyes widening as Sephiroth smirked. "That was for my cheap ass pictures and stupid furniture," he whispered into my ear, my anger rising as I realized what he had done. I pushed him away, looking to where Zack was, his back turned to us as he covered his eyes, obviously traumatized but our exchange. "I'm going to go throw up in a toilet," Zack said quickly before hurriedly walking away, Sephiroth smirking like he won a trophy to me before leaving the room, closing the door softly behind him.
My skin tingled where he had touched, my lips moist and covered in his taste, my heart beat fast in my chest. I screamed into my pillow when his smirking face showed up in my mind, frustration mixing with my anger. What the hell was wrong with me?! I pulled my hair when I felt a blush burn my cheeks, my stupid mind not able to erase his smirking lips. They had looked so tempting, so inviting when he had pulled away, the bottom one moist and kiss swollen from where my tongue had licked it. I shivered from the memory, screaming into my pillow again. Why did I want him after all he did to me?
Note: Happy sigh. This is all I will be doing until probably thanksgiving. Or Monday sense I will be off for an entire week thanks to thanksgiving. Hm, I don't know. Just wait and see I guess. Hope you like!