The Yang to My Yin, Chapter 1
Title: The Yang to My Yin
Chapter Title: Chapter 1
Author: kazi_kun
Beta: none
Rating: For now, Work Safe
Word Count: 1,560
Pairings: Sephiroth/????, more to appear later
Genre: General (for now)
Warnings: Possible spoilers, highlight to read: Some OOC, Multiple Anime spammage, swearing, derogatory language, Sephi-epicness, New Identities, Gender-bending, etc…
Disclaimer: Everything featured in this story belongs to their respective owners/creators. I own nothing but the story and what tweaks I've done. I wrote it because the plot bunnies were becoming unbearable.
Summary: "Sephiroth wasn’t sure how or when he ended up back in this freezing cell-but he did know one thing: when he got out of here (again), Hojo was going to pay for cutting his hair…and (as this goes withoutsaying) for that whole Nibelheim/Hunt-Sephiroth fiasco. Okay, so technically, it was two things but they did have a common denominator.
The mad scientist that created him..."
The Yang to My Yin
Chapter 1
Sephiroth wasn’t sure how or when he ended up back in this freezing cell-but he did know one thing: when he got out of here (again), Hojo was going to pay for cutting his hair….and (as this goes without saying) for that whole Nibelheim/Hunt-Sephiroth fiasco. Okay, so technically, it was two things but they did have a common denominator.
The mad scientist that created him.
Sephiroth muttered dark curses under his breath has he wrung out his now (roughly) knee length hair over the drain in the center of his cell’s floor. Water (from an impromptu hose down) tinged with whatever mako that had still clung to him (despite the aforementioned hosing) literally spilled out of the thick silver twist, splattering the cement flooring around the small metal grate. And if having hair, skin and clothes that reeked of mako wasn’t bad enough, Sephiroth could swear he was years younger than he should have been, enhancements withstanding.
Well, at least he wasn’t stuck in scrubs-or those thin paper gown-tunic…things like he had been in the past. It was the old training suit he wore when he was younger-correction: it resembled the old training suit he wore when he was younger…only it fit his adult body like his leather pants had and…and this one didn’t have a damned place for a small padlock to keep it closed at the back of his neck, so he could at least take it off half way if it bothered him. That had been a real pain in the ass when he was younger-and the neck, especially when he cat-napped between training and treatment sessions.
At least I’m not alone this time around.
Wait-what?!
Sephiroth stopped wringing his hair as he realized what he had just thought. Genesis had often joked that the silver-haired SOLDIER was more aware than he (Sephiroth) realized back when they were cadets and (later on) 3rd Classes. The thing was that Sephiroth never would have fathomed Genesis was actually right about that.
Now that he wasn’t grumbling under his breath or wringing the excess liquid out of his hair, Sephiroth could hear the soft grunts of effort as (at least) a pair of men dragged something (or rather (knowing Hojo) someone) towards his cell and whatever (or whomever) it was, it sounded like it was nothing but dead weight at this point in time. It was probably some poor soul (whether animal, fiend or human) with severe mako poisoning from Hojo’s experiments.
Like he had heard Cloud had been, while he (Sephiroth) was in the Lifestream.
Pretending like he didn’t care if Hojo had acquired another specimen, Sephiroth went back to wringing out his hair with a slight frustrated scowl on his face. He watched through his bangs (without moving his head) as a pair of lab assistants half dragged a small body with long black hair past the wall of bars in front of him, the body between them.
For a moment, Sephiroth thought it was the Legendary Turk, Vincent Valentine…but no, the body was too petite for it to be him. Nor could it be the Wutain Princess (that damned materia thief) as the body too tall and the hair was too long. And it was [i]not[/i] that mountain girl-lack of breasts and curves attested instantly to that real quick.
A cold lump lodged itself in his throat as Sephiroth thought (for a brief moment) that Hojo had gotten his hands on Zack again.
No…no…the hair wasn’t in gravity-defying spikes and the body was too sleek to be Zack’s. Zack was broader through the shoulders, taller, more muscular-a honed upper body from Angeal’s training and thick legs from all those damned squats he did. If anything, this boy was…
Shit-was it Tseng?!
…no, too pale. Tseng’s skin was darker than that fine shade of porcelain…as battered and pink-lined as it was.
Nearly healed incisions and yellow-green bruises told of a high level cure thrown his direction to keep him from becoming ill from possible infections. However, it was obviously not because someone actually cared.
It was to keep from losing an obviously valuable specimen.
One of the assistants struggled with his side of the specimen as he removed one hand to unlock the cell beside the one Sephiroth inhabited. It was a short lived struggle-as soon as the door was open, it was a hefting fling that delivered the unmoving body into the cell, sliding on his side a half foot from the momentum. The assistants locked the cell again and started back the way they had come, glancing at the Silver General (who pinned them both with a frigidly venomous glare), and then rushed off back to their next assignments.
Next door, the brush of familiar material again the cement, gained Sephiroth’s attention. He lowered his clutched twist of hair and turned towards his new neighbor, surprised that the boy actually had the strength to move despite the living boneless manner he had previously. Jade green eyes watched as the boy rolled over, his back to the drain, and brushed his hair out of his face behind him, rivulets of mako-tinged water flowing into the drain, before curling up into as tight of a ball as possible while allowing the fine tremors now racking his form. The way he was curled up was not lost on Sephiroth, as it was clear that the tremors weren’t just from the beginnings of mako detox-they were from the cold as well.
Using his own shivering to create warming friction to keep himself from freezing. Sephiroth murmured in his thoughts, in a mild awe at the boy’s response. It could not be anything else from the way the boy held himself, from the way his limbs were positioned. He’s been in a situation like this before…I wonder just how long Hojo’s had him in his “tender care” for him to be this familiar with how to keep warm like this.
The boy sneezed softly, jerking his body and getting Sephiroth to give the boy (who had yet to acknowledge his existence) a lopsided half smile. He reminded the Silver General of Cloud, when the blond had been a cadet and had caught a cold that was going around his regiment…and Zack’s near helplessness at what to do to help his friend. Sephiroth recalled just how [i]well [/i]his best friend imitated a headless Chocobo until Cloud had gotten up (out of Zack’s bed, where he had been tucked) and went to get some medicine from the bathroom cabinet before going back to bed.
Needless to say, Sephiroth nearly wet himself, laughing so hard at Zack’s deflation.
However, this boy wasn’t Cloud and they were not in any place even remotely as safe as Zack’s apartment. With bars separating their cells (and Sephiroth not narrow enough to slip through them, despite all the feline jokes supplied by Zack, (occasionally Reno) and Genesis), Sephiroth was helpless to help the boy through his detox or to keep warm.
Well, if he couldn’t go to the boy, maybe he could get him to come.
“You should wring out your hair. You’ll get sick.” Sephiroth instructed in a loud enough voice that he hoped reached the boy’s ears, but soft enough to not get a nearby guard to investigate. “The mako still clinging to you, it’ll combine with water and the cold. It’ll turn into a materia current for blizzard and then you’ll really freeze.”
The boy didn’t even acknowledge that he had heard Sephiroth. The poor boy probably had blood and mako pumping in his ears, making it damn near impossible to hear anything else-like being underwater and trying to listen to someone on the shore talk to you. Sephiroth sighed softly with a touch of dejection, planning on attempting to give the advice again in a few moments, and went back to the drain to twist more water out of his hair.
The soft gurgle of another drain earned jade eyes to look at his neighbor. The boy has woven one of his hands into his hair and nearly fisted his scalp, water spilling in a thin sheet towards the drain. Sephiroth was both pleased that he had been heard…yet curious on just how the boy was removing the fluid from his ebony locks.
“You’ll be better off facing the drain. You’ll throw up in your sleep as you detox.” Sephiroth informed the boy, hoping that he had heard him once again. After a few moments, the boy rose onto his hands and knees, his hair still possibly a touch damp, and then laid on his other side, facing the drain and curling back up again but making sure he wasn’t lying in a wet spot.
Sephiroth smiled softly at the silent youth, turning his attention (yet again) to getting his own hair free of water. Maybe he’d be of help for this boy, instead of his death sentence like he had been for Cloud and Zack.
“I’ll get you through this.” Sephiroth murmured to the boy, but at a volume he could only hear as a self-stated testament of his own decision. “I’ll help you survive this Hell and then we’ll get out of here, together. That I swear to you, on my honor as SOLDIER.”
8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8
This is my first (submitted) attempt at a yaoi story. While i know it'll start out slow, i hope that it will keep you interested.
--->The suit Seph (and fellow inmate) wears is from the SephCloud Doujinshi "Egoist" found here >> http://blacksky-scans.livejournal.com/7931.html<< (but you may have to watch the community in order to download it...tho, I'll try to post some shots of JUST the suit on photobucket...)
Please tell me what you think! I really do want to know!
Chapter Title: Chapter 1
Author: kazi_kun
Beta: none
Rating: For now, Work Safe
Word Count: 1,560
Pairings: Sephiroth/????, more to appear later
Genre: General (for now)
Warnings: Possible spoilers, highlight to read: Some OOC, Multiple Anime spammage, swearing, derogatory language, Sephi-epicness, New Identities, Gender-bending, etc…
Disclaimer: Everything featured in this story belongs to their respective owners/creators. I own nothing but the story and what tweaks I've done. I wrote it because the plot bunnies were becoming unbearable.
Summary: "Sephiroth wasn’t sure how or when he ended up back in this freezing cell-but he did know one thing: when he got out of here (again), Hojo was going to pay for cutting his hair…and (as this goes withoutsaying) for that whole Nibelheim/Hunt-Sephiroth fiasco. Okay, so technically, it was two things but they did have a common denominator.
The mad scientist that created him..."
The Yang to My Yin
Chapter 1
Sephiroth wasn’t sure how or when he ended up back in this freezing cell-but he did know one thing: when he got out of here (again), Hojo was going to pay for cutting his hair….and (as this goes without saying) for that whole Nibelheim/Hunt-Sephiroth fiasco. Okay, so technically, it was two things but they did have a common denominator.
The mad scientist that created him.
Sephiroth muttered dark curses under his breath has he wrung out his now (roughly) knee length hair over the drain in the center of his cell’s floor. Water (from an impromptu hose down) tinged with whatever mako that had still clung to him (despite the aforementioned hosing) literally spilled out of the thick silver twist, splattering the cement flooring around the small metal grate. And if having hair, skin and clothes that reeked of mako wasn’t bad enough, Sephiroth could swear he was years younger than he should have been, enhancements withstanding.
Well, at least he wasn’t stuck in scrubs-or those thin paper gown-tunic…things like he had been in the past. It was the old training suit he wore when he was younger-correction: it resembled the old training suit he wore when he was younger…only it fit his adult body like his leather pants had and…and this one didn’t have a damned place for a small padlock to keep it closed at the back of his neck, so he could at least take it off half way if it bothered him. That had been a real pain in the ass when he was younger-and the neck, especially when he cat-napped between training and treatment sessions.
At least I’m not alone this time around.
Wait-what?!
Sephiroth stopped wringing his hair as he realized what he had just thought. Genesis had often joked that the silver-haired SOLDIER was more aware than he (Sephiroth) realized back when they were cadets and (later on) 3rd Classes. The thing was that Sephiroth never would have fathomed Genesis was actually right about that.
Now that he wasn’t grumbling under his breath or wringing the excess liquid out of his hair, Sephiroth could hear the soft grunts of effort as (at least) a pair of men dragged something (or rather (knowing Hojo) someone) towards his cell and whatever (or whomever) it was, it sounded like it was nothing but dead weight at this point in time. It was probably some poor soul (whether animal, fiend or human) with severe mako poisoning from Hojo’s experiments.
Like he had heard Cloud had been, while he (Sephiroth) was in the Lifestream.
Pretending like he didn’t care if Hojo had acquired another specimen, Sephiroth went back to wringing out his hair with a slight frustrated scowl on his face. He watched through his bangs (without moving his head) as a pair of lab assistants half dragged a small body with long black hair past the wall of bars in front of him, the body between them.
For a moment, Sephiroth thought it was the Legendary Turk, Vincent Valentine…but no, the body was too petite for it to be him. Nor could it be the Wutain Princess (that damned materia thief) as the body too tall and the hair was too long. And it was [i]not[/i] that mountain girl-lack of breasts and curves attested instantly to that real quick.
A cold lump lodged itself in his throat as Sephiroth thought (for a brief moment) that Hojo had gotten his hands on Zack again.
No…no…the hair wasn’t in gravity-defying spikes and the body was too sleek to be Zack’s. Zack was broader through the shoulders, taller, more muscular-a honed upper body from Angeal’s training and thick legs from all those damned squats he did. If anything, this boy was…
Shit-was it Tseng?!
…no, too pale. Tseng’s skin was darker than that fine shade of porcelain…as battered and pink-lined as it was.
Nearly healed incisions and yellow-green bruises told of a high level cure thrown his direction to keep him from becoming ill from possible infections. However, it was obviously not because someone actually cared.
It was to keep from losing an obviously valuable specimen.
One of the assistants struggled with his side of the specimen as he removed one hand to unlock the cell beside the one Sephiroth inhabited. It was a short lived struggle-as soon as the door was open, it was a hefting fling that delivered the unmoving body into the cell, sliding on his side a half foot from the momentum. The assistants locked the cell again and started back the way they had come, glancing at the Silver General (who pinned them both with a frigidly venomous glare), and then rushed off back to their next assignments.
Next door, the brush of familiar material again the cement, gained Sephiroth’s attention. He lowered his clutched twist of hair and turned towards his new neighbor, surprised that the boy actually had the strength to move despite the living boneless manner he had previously. Jade green eyes watched as the boy rolled over, his back to the drain, and brushed his hair out of his face behind him, rivulets of mako-tinged water flowing into the drain, before curling up into as tight of a ball as possible while allowing the fine tremors now racking his form. The way he was curled up was not lost on Sephiroth, as it was clear that the tremors weren’t just from the beginnings of mako detox-they were from the cold as well.
Using his own shivering to create warming friction to keep himself from freezing. Sephiroth murmured in his thoughts, in a mild awe at the boy’s response. It could not be anything else from the way the boy held himself, from the way his limbs were positioned. He’s been in a situation like this before…I wonder just how long Hojo’s had him in his “tender care” for him to be this familiar with how to keep warm like this.
The boy sneezed softly, jerking his body and getting Sephiroth to give the boy (who had yet to acknowledge his existence) a lopsided half smile. He reminded the Silver General of Cloud, when the blond had been a cadet and had caught a cold that was going around his regiment…and Zack’s near helplessness at what to do to help his friend. Sephiroth recalled just how [i]well [/i]his best friend imitated a headless Chocobo until Cloud had gotten up (out of Zack’s bed, where he had been tucked) and went to get some medicine from the bathroom cabinet before going back to bed.
Needless to say, Sephiroth nearly wet himself, laughing so hard at Zack’s deflation.
However, this boy wasn’t Cloud and they were not in any place even remotely as safe as Zack’s apartment. With bars separating their cells (and Sephiroth not narrow enough to slip through them, despite all the feline jokes supplied by Zack, (occasionally Reno) and Genesis), Sephiroth was helpless to help the boy through his detox or to keep warm.
Well, if he couldn’t go to the boy, maybe he could get him to come.
“You should wring out your hair. You’ll get sick.” Sephiroth instructed in a loud enough voice that he hoped reached the boy’s ears, but soft enough to not get a nearby guard to investigate. “The mako still clinging to you, it’ll combine with water and the cold. It’ll turn into a materia current for blizzard and then you’ll really freeze.”
The boy didn’t even acknowledge that he had heard Sephiroth. The poor boy probably had blood and mako pumping in his ears, making it damn near impossible to hear anything else-like being underwater and trying to listen to someone on the shore talk to you. Sephiroth sighed softly with a touch of dejection, planning on attempting to give the advice again in a few moments, and went back to the drain to twist more water out of his hair.
The soft gurgle of another drain earned jade eyes to look at his neighbor. The boy has woven one of his hands into his hair and nearly fisted his scalp, water spilling in a thin sheet towards the drain. Sephiroth was both pleased that he had been heard…yet curious on just how the boy was removing the fluid from his ebony locks.
“You’ll be better off facing the drain. You’ll throw up in your sleep as you detox.” Sephiroth informed the boy, hoping that he had heard him once again. After a few moments, the boy rose onto his hands and knees, his hair still possibly a touch damp, and then laid on his other side, facing the drain and curling back up again but making sure he wasn’t lying in a wet spot.
Sephiroth smiled softly at the silent youth, turning his attention (yet again) to getting his own hair free of water. Maybe he’d be of help for this boy, instead of his death sentence like he had been for Cloud and Zack.
“I’ll get you through this.” Sephiroth murmured to the boy, but at a volume he could only hear as a self-stated testament of his own decision. “I’ll help you survive this Hell and then we’ll get out of here, together. That I swear to you, on my honor as SOLDIER.”
8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8
This is my first (submitted) attempt at a yaoi story. While i know it'll start out slow, i hope that it will keep you interested.
--->The suit Seph (and fellow inmate) wears is from the SephCloud Doujinshi "Egoist" found here >> http://blacksky-scans.livejournal.com/7931.html<< (but you may have to watch the community in order to download it...tho, I'll try to post some shots of JUST the suit on photobucket...)
Please tell me what you think! I really do want to know!