Final Fantasy VII: 1 - Memory
Paring: Sephiroth/Cloud
Summary: 4 months after the Kadaj Gang event, a man made his return, again.
Author's note: This is a sweeeeeeeet fic! >V
1 - Memory
I will not become a memory.
Black feathers enclosed the silver-haired man; he watched as the man disappeared; his legs, hands, Masamune, the flowing silver hairs, all disappeared bits by bits like digital pixels. He stared blankly at the sky, where the ex-Hero was before being expelled back to the Life Stream by him, for the second time. He stared out blankly, not knowing what to do, where to go… not anymore. For a brief moment he thought life was providing him another opportunity, for him to tell the truth to the person he had loved and admired for so long.
Yet, here he was, killed him, again.
He looked up to the sky as the rain of Life Stream started to fall. He closed his eyes, hoping that even though he no longer existed, he could still see his face, from his memories.
The person he had been in love with since 14 of age, the person he’s still in love with, Se-
Sep-
Sephiroth…
Cloud opened his eyes, blue eyes still hazy from a long troubled sleep; he had been having the same dream, for 4 months.
4 months had gone by since he killed Sephiroth, again. Life had gone back to its normal track, without Geostigma, without the powerful Shinra Company, life seemed to be getting better for everyone.
‘Not for me…’ a mocking smile stretched upon his fair face and he closed his eyes.
How stupid could he be?
He admired him since he was a kid, and fell in love with him unknowingly.
Their relationship was peaceful, not like most of the couples; there was only love, and more love.
They rarely argued; mainly because Cloud was too soft and too nice to have any argument with anyone. Plus, Sephiroth’s not the type of man you want to argue with.
Cloud missed those days when he could spend a cozy afternoon in Sephiroth’s arms, simply enjoying each other’s company.
No need to worry if the hero’s going to destroy the planet, no need for him to stop him from doing that.
A single hot tear fell from the corner of his eyes and disappeared into the blonde hair.
‘He won’t come back even if you cry your heart out, Strife,’ talking to himself seemed to become a new pass-time-habit for him. Cloud felt like he was not alone when he was speaking, as if someone was actually listening to him even though he was well aware that he’s all alone in the room.
He wiped away the tears roughly and pushed the blankets aside and headed for the bathroom.
Cloud no longer lived with Tifa, Marlene and Danzel; he’d bought a house a few streets down; a parting gift from one of his most regular customers.
Sometimes Cloud missed the shouting from the kids early in the morning but after that, he didn’t feel like he belonged there; he didn’t feel like he belonged to anywhere, as if he was becoming a memory.
I will not become a memory.
He splashed more cold water onto his face, trying desperately to get rid of the haunting voice in his head. Cloud looked himself into the mirror; his face was as pale as usual, his gleaming Mako blue eyes staring back at himself.
Cloud knew what Hojo had done to him in those 5 years had changed him completely. He watched as Marlene and Danzel and Tifa grew older and older, but he had not changed much, if not a bit more muscular and taller than when he was 14.
It seemed that, even though he was “getting old”, he didn’t “grow old”.
He had a long shower, and got changed. He walked down the stairs, listening to the sound of weak wood below his feet and wondered when the woods would give up on him and break.
Cloud didn’t bother with breakfast; he wasn’t the type to eat breakfast in the morning, not unless Tifa was around.
He grabbed his phone, stuck it into his black jeans pocket and a jacket and put it on top of his casual t-shirt; the black outfits were now buried deep in his closet. He looked around the tiny house, before opening the front door and walked out.
The sun was shining above his head; he looked up, staring at the sun with his eyes half closed. What would happen, if Sector 7 wasn’t destroyed, if he didn’t fall into the Life Stream after blowing up Sector 5 Reactor, if he didn’t join AVALANCE, if-
A lonely smile formed on his thin and pale pink lips. He looked down and something caught his attention.
There was a small treasure chest on his doorsteps. He picked it up and opened it, not even caring if it’s a trap or not. There was only a lonesome piece of paper and a silver materia. He took the piece of paper and turned it over.
Cloud frowned, his face dropped to the pits of darkness. He crumbled the piece of paper and threw it away.
‘Don’t joke about something like this,’ he mumbled and looked down at the silver material. Cloud had never seen a silver materia before, he felt the light weight of the silver materia on his palm and after staring at it for a while he put it into his jacket pocket and left the treasure chest on the doorsteps.
Cloud didn’t look back and head straight to Seventh Heaven; he promised to help Tifa with the bar today.
Too caught up in his train of thoughts, the slim blonde didn’t even realize he was being watched quite audaciously by a pair of gleaming “Mako” green eyes in a dark corner around his house.
The silver-haired man picked up the crumbled paper and pulled it straight in his relatively big hands.
A cold and arrogant, but with a slightest hint of warm smile formed on his face.
I will not become a memory, Cloud.
TBC
_____
蛍(author, sadly)：Here I am, again! This time, it's a Final Fantasy VII fanfic > v
At the end of AC, as you know, Cloud has forgiven himself, and (finally) let himself be rid of the responsibilities of the death of Aerith and Zack.
But, it doesn’t mean that his love for Sephiroth is GONE! Not to me anyway! (Laugh out loud)
He didn’t feel like he belongs in the Seventh Heaven is because, everyone around him seemed so happy, so at ease, that somehow made him quite uncomfortable.
I suppose it’s because he’d been alone for too long. (Poor Cloudy)
So once Sephiroth stepped into his life again, in a romantic way this time, my Cloudy will change, almost completely, to another person.
Or rather, to a person, Tifa once knew.
The happy little Cloud ^^!
P.S. I just paid 50 quid for my freaking exams resits, should've got an A the first time then this 50 can go into my new bag funding D: point is: I'm not happy, and I don't write when I'm not happy :D!
Summary: 4 months after the Kadaj Gang event, a man made his return, again.
Author's note: This is a sweeeeeeeet fic! >V
1 - Memory
I will not become a memory.
Black feathers enclosed the silver-haired man; he watched as the man disappeared; his legs, hands, Masamune, the flowing silver hairs, all disappeared bits by bits like digital pixels. He stared blankly at the sky, where the ex-Hero was before being expelled back to the Life Stream by him, for the second time. He stared out blankly, not knowing what to do, where to go… not anymore. For a brief moment he thought life was providing him another opportunity, for him to tell the truth to the person he had loved and admired for so long.
Yet, here he was, killed him, again.
He looked up to the sky as the rain of Life Stream started to fall. He closed his eyes, hoping that even though he no longer existed, he could still see his face, from his memories.
The person he had been in love with since 14 of age, the person he’s still in love with, Se-
Sep-
Sephiroth…
Cloud opened his eyes, blue eyes still hazy from a long troubled sleep; he had been having the same dream, for 4 months.
4 months had gone by since he killed Sephiroth, again. Life had gone back to its normal track, without Geostigma, without the powerful Shinra Company, life seemed to be getting better for everyone.
‘Not for me…’ a mocking smile stretched upon his fair face and he closed his eyes.
How stupid could he be?
He admired him since he was a kid, and fell in love with him unknowingly.
Their relationship was peaceful, not like most of the couples; there was only love, and more love.
They rarely argued; mainly because Cloud was too soft and too nice to have any argument with anyone. Plus, Sephiroth’s not the type of man you want to argue with.
Cloud missed those days when he could spend a cozy afternoon in Sephiroth’s arms, simply enjoying each other’s company.
No need to worry if the hero’s going to destroy the planet, no need for him to stop him from doing that.
A single hot tear fell from the corner of his eyes and disappeared into the blonde hair.
‘He won’t come back even if you cry your heart out, Strife,’ talking to himself seemed to become a new pass-time-habit for him. Cloud felt like he was not alone when he was speaking, as if someone was actually listening to him even though he was well aware that he’s all alone in the room.
He wiped away the tears roughly and pushed the blankets aside and headed for the bathroom.
Cloud no longer lived with Tifa, Marlene and Danzel; he’d bought a house a few streets down; a parting gift from one of his most regular customers.
Sometimes Cloud missed the shouting from the kids early in the morning but after that, he didn’t feel like he belonged there; he didn’t feel like he belonged to anywhere, as if he was becoming a memory.
I will not become a memory.
He splashed more cold water onto his face, trying desperately to get rid of the haunting voice in his head. Cloud looked himself into the mirror; his face was as pale as usual, his gleaming Mako blue eyes staring back at himself.
Cloud knew what Hojo had done to him in those 5 years had changed him completely. He watched as Marlene and Danzel and Tifa grew older and older, but he had not changed much, if not a bit more muscular and taller than when he was 14.
It seemed that, even though he was “getting old”, he didn’t “grow old”.
He had a long shower, and got changed. He walked down the stairs, listening to the sound of weak wood below his feet and wondered when the woods would give up on him and break.
Cloud didn’t bother with breakfast; he wasn’t the type to eat breakfast in the morning, not unless Tifa was around.
He grabbed his phone, stuck it into his black jeans pocket and a jacket and put it on top of his casual t-shirt; the black outfits were now buried deep in his closet. He looked around the tiny house, before opening the front door and walked out.
The sun was shining above his head; he looked up, staring at the sun with his eyes half closed. What would happen, if Sector 7 wasn’t destroyed, if he didn’t fall into the Life Stream after blowing up Sector 5 Reactor, if he didn’t join AVALANCE, if-
A lonely smile formed on his thin and pale pink lips. He looked down and something caught his attention.
There was a small treasure chest on his doorsteps. He picked it up and opened it, not even caring if it’s a trap or not. There was only a lonesome piece of paper and a silver materia. He took the piece of paper and turned it over.
Cloud frowned, his face dropped to the pits of darkness. He crumbled the piece of paper and threw it away.
‘Don’t joke about something like this,’ he mumbled and looked down at the silver material. Cloud had never seen a silver materia before, he felt the light weight of the silver materia on his palm and after staring at it for a while he put it into his jacket pocket and left the treasure chest on the doorsteps.
Cloud didn’t look back and head straight to Seventh Heaven; he promised to help Tifa with the bar today.
Too caught up in his train of thoughts, the slim blonde didn’t even realize he was being watched quite audaciously by a pair of gleaming “Mako” green eyes in a dark corner around his house.
The silver-haired man picked up the crumbled paper and pulled it straight in his relatively big hands.
A cold and arrogant, but with a slightest hint of warm smile formed on his face.
I will not become a memory, Cloud.
TBC
_____
蛍(author, sadly)：Here I am, again! This time, it's a Final Fantasy VII fanfic > v
At the end of AC, as you know, Cloud has forgiven himself, and (finally) let himself be rid of the responsibilities of the death of Aerith and Zack.
But, it doesn’t mean that his love for Sephiroth is GONE! Not to me anyway! (Laugh out loud)
He didn’t feel like he belongs in the Seventh Heaven is because, everyone around him seemed so happy, so at ease, that somehow made him quite uncomfortable.
I suppose it’s because he’d been alone for too long. (Poor Cloudy)
So once Sephiroth stepped into his life again, in a romantic way this time, my Cloudy will change, almost completely, to another person.
Or rather, to a person, Tifa once knew.
The happy little Cloud ^^!
P.S. I just paid 50 quid for my freaking exams resits, should've got an A the first time then this 50 can go into my new bag funding D: point is: I'm not happy, and I don't write when I'm not happy :D!