Very Nearly Good Enough
Chapter 6
Someone finally gives Seth some head. Lovely. This is in the sixth paragraph only. Yeah, this page is almost clean...
When they eventually reached Niebleheim, Cloud was tired, and desperately wanted to go the hotel and sleep. Or at least hide. Sephiroth practically insisted he want to see his mother. Well, he vaguely sugested he went to go see his mother. But it was close enough. When Cloud did get to the hotel, there where apparently not enough beds. While Errin was sat making lewd sugestions about how to work arround this error, Sephiroth and Zacks where already lying down next to eachother. It looked, if Errin got his way, like there would end up being a spare bed. Errin got his way
Cloud had trouble sleeping that night. He felt uneasy. It was also hot lying next to Errin. He was worried about bumping into childhood friends, and having to admit that he was just a regular. And the only because he had a pretty face. When he had told Errin about that, he had dissagreed. apparently he had heard other generals talking about him favorably, and he was sure someone else would have signed him up. But it didn't matter, because Cloud was doing well, and Sephiroth loved him. Errin seemed to love him too. He had snuggled up to him a lot that night, and tried to get sex. Once again, Errin had fallen asleep with wandering hands, and Cloud was starting to get annoyed. He had only slept with him once, because Sephiroth wanted him to. Hardly a daring romance. It had been pleasant, but not like Sephiroth. They still played arround together on occassion, but nothing serious. Cloud was a little put out by the fact Zacks and Sephiroth where quite audiably up to something. He had known Sephiroth and Zacks where intimate since Errin had told him, and though it had sent a stab to his chest, he couldn't exactly say anything against it. It was just irksome. Cloud hadn't gone any futher than hugging Zacks, but he could easily imagine Sephiroth requesting it. At least Zacks was a nice guy.
They got up earlly the next morning, and where immediately accosted by a man with a camaera, who insisted on taking a couple of snaps. They met with their guide. Cloud was horrified, but not supprised, to see Tifa. He resolved to keep his helmet on, and his mouth shut. The group began to make their way to the reactor in the mountains, starting by crossing a rope bridge over a large gulf. Sephiroth strode confidently accross, and everyone followed. At about the midway point, there was a horrible creaking sound. Sephiroth darted smoothly as a plank snapped, and his weight landed a little hard on the, it now seemed, horribly unsound bridge. A few ropes snapped and the eintire party fell down into the gorge. Cloud wasn't sure if there was some unconscios time involved, but when he sat up, Sephiroth was gesticulating in the direction of some cave, and presumably making alternate route plans. Cloud looked arround quickly; Zacks, standing, check. Tifa seated, not crying, check. Sephiroth, unscathed, checkitty check. He looked arround some more. Tifa said something about being down a man. Cloud got to his feet. He walked arround the gourge, calling Errin's name in every direction. He was gone, inexplicably.
"It may sound cold, but we've got no time to search for him." Sephiroth spoke calmly, his face was blank, if there was any feeling, it was well hidden. But that was Sephiroth. Like he didn't feel anything.
As instructed by the general, the deminished party made towards the caves. A few odd creatures attacked them, but nothing survived a few seconds in the face of the almighty Sephiroth. Zacks had known Sephiroth long enough to recognise a particular visciousness in his movements. His face earlier... like he was about to throw up. The kid would be fine. Everyone else was fine. He's just fine elsewhere. He'd look arround, and go back. Simple. How could he be hurt? He was SOLDIER material! Cloud gasped as they entered another of the formed rooms in the cave. A gush of pastel-rainbow light flowed in the center of the room. Sephiroth explained a few things to the poor uneducated regualar, then he mentioned Hojo. What he said, he said humorously, but Zacks saw bitterness in his face, the same way he had seen that fierce, irrational anger. Hojo was the man who had raised him. Spehiroth hated him beyond the scope of feverish imaginings. Zacks and Cloud had both seen them pass each other in the corridoors. Hojo had greeted him warmly, and seemed to be about to spring conversation, but Sephirth had strode past without turning his head. Faster than he usually walked. Many years ago, Zacks had sugested Sephiroth express his interest in science by going to the labs occassionally and trying to learn something from the scientists. Spehiroth had not looked up from his book, he had merely told Zacks to leave, imediately. Every foughtnight, Sephiroth had to see Hojo for injections, and he had asked Zacks to wait for him outside the lab for as long as they had been friends. Mako injections where unpleasant, as Zacks well knew, and Sephiroth often came out dizzy, confused or both. It was natural he would want a friend to wait for him, but most guys would lie in the labs untill they felt a little better rather than brace the journey back in such a state. Sephiroth would not wait in a room with Hojo. Hojo struck Zacks as creepy, and nothing more. He couldn't understand how Sephiroth was more than annoyed by him, untill he realised what sort of things someone so creepy might do, given so much time and a vested interest in someone. He looked up to Gast like a father. He signed as Sephiroth Gast. He spoke well of Gast, even now. But he wouldn't bring him up, becuase he felt hurt, and even ashamed, that Gast had abandoned him.
Finally they reached the reactor. The sloped path up there had been a trial, but a trial filled with fights that where not enough to phaze the general. Sephiroth felt terrible. It was rammed home, again and again that at most he needed Zacks by his side. He shouldn't have brought Cloud and Errin. It had turned out badly. There was worse to come.
When they reached the first tank, Sephiroth could see, from a great distance the places maintinence was horrible. Rusing pipes, leaking taps, cracked glass... the eintire building was depositing toxic waste onto local wildlife. Not a good idea. He would have to send a few engineers up here to fix everything. Nothing he couldn't do himself, but also nothing he wanted to do himself. One tank was leaking steadilly. Hell, all he had to do was turn a couple of bolts. He directed Zacks to it. When he had finished, Sephiroth looked inside. The tank had been replenished quickly enough for it to remain full and... Gods. What the hell was that? Something horrible and mutilated was residing in the tank. Something corrupted with Mako. A horrible Monster. Almost certinatly the work of an idiot quack scientist like, say... Hojo? He felt a chill. Perhaps just thinking about Hojo. What claim did Hojo have on him? He wasn't his father. He wasn't married to his mother. He wasn't the man to pass your foundlings onto. Surely Gast had known Hojo well enough to have eliminated him as a babysitting prospect? But Hojo had done this... maybe... Behind the tanks, there was a reinforced door. The word Jenova was written there. Zacks tried to open the door to no avail. Jenova... Sephiroth was talking to Zacks, but he didn't even know what he was saying, just letting his thoughts fall from his lips. He was too confused by everything here.
Zacks listened patiently as Sephiroth recounted his fears. He couldn't make any sense of it, but Sephiroth probably didn't really understand either, Hell, he couldn't see what was bothering him yet. Sephiroth was sat in an armchair back at the hotel, with Zacks knelt on the floor by him. When Sephiroth had run out of words, Zacks tried to cheer him up the way that always worked for him. Cloud was seeing his mother again, and they had the room to themselves. Zacks eased Sephiroth's trousers off, and tried to lick him- expecting, of course, not to be allowed. Sephiroth didn't even look at him. Even when Zacks had Sephiroth's length at the back of his throat, he said nothing. He let it happen. Zacks had never done this to completion before, but he was good. Soon Sephiroth's fingers clasped Zacks' hair and he squirted his load accross the boy's tounge. Zacks swallowed most of it, but some dribbled down his chin. Embarassed, he started towards the bathroom door, but Sephiroth held his wrist. He moved close and licked clean the face he'd defiled, moving into a deep kiss. Zacks was still expecting Sephiroth to want to fuck him, but instead he just used his hands. He moved with great finesse; one hand pumping Zacks' cock vigorously, the other exploring, stroking all the right places, even sliding inside him.
Jenova...
Shinra mansion was a large building, And it seemed to have some other purpose. Experiments like those he had seen in the reactor where evident all arround. Test tubes, petri dishes, boiling tubes, flasks, clamps and odd smelling powders in dissarray. Sephiroth found the door in the first bedroom, and made his dizzying way down the spiral stairs and into a room filled with books. Not like published books. There where notebooks on every side, with varying quantities of dust. Most of his earliest memories concerned Sephiroth's frustration with a carer who never looked at him when he spoke. Hojo was always writting. Maybe even writing about him? The books to his left seemed newer, Sephiroth selected a green one, and flicked to a random page. Hojo's handwritting.
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12/3 The little brat is here now. He was eventually found a decent stretch out of Midgar. Quite impressive, if highly irksome. No, he has far too much rebelion in him for me, but maybe it will prove usefull later. I made him personally return everything he stole and apologise. I have sent him to his room, and I'm not letting him out untill I decide he needs food. | |
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16/3 Who would think he could still have such strength in him! Sephiroth is wailling almost constantly. I'm doing him a favour. Teaching him a lesson. If he had not been found, he would have run out of food before he reached Kalm. Then he would have had to last more than a week on nothing. At the same time he can learn that crying will do him no favours. |
Oh, yes he could remember that. Hojo had beaten him, no had him beaten- he was too weedy to hurt even a young child, for something petty and Sephiroth had spent the next week stealing and collecting suplies. Hojo had sent out almost an army instructed to bring him back alive but not concious. When he woke up, Sephiroth was locked into his room- barely larger than a cupboard, windowless, grey and featuring a metal bed-frame with a thin mattress and a blanket; a toilet and a sink- specifically for occasions such as these. Hojo often left him in there for a day or two, usually forgetting to bring him food, and justifying this with some phycopathic rant about "Not living to wait on him". On several occasions Hojo had striped his bed and left him sleeping on the cold metal. Just thinking about it made him shiver in the dank cellar. Sephiroth was now horrified to find himself a little chuffed that Hojo had at least appreciated ability to escape and defend himself in the wild. He didn't want Hojo's aproval. He wanted his death. Flicking through the books, working back over time he found many such tests, the idea that he had been subjected to things designed "to drive a lesser man insane" or kill, at the age of five was sickening, but not suprising. Apparently he was immune to poison, infection, he lasted well without food and could at least survive without water for almost a week. He functioned well in cold. Sleep deprevation, prolonged darkness, isolation and pain could not break his mind and Mako didn't destroy him so easilly, although Hojo was "not willing to test ammounts higher than this, this is already getting ludicrous.". He was strong, quick and mentally supple. He cast magic well. He was perfect. Sephiroth knew this. He was not here to find a stat table, what he wanted was futher back, the oldest dustiest journals. With books pilled all around him, he eventaully found one that dated to before his birth. Something that could tell him who he was.
A kind of rage filled him. How dare these people even exist! This was his world. His Mother's world. Just thinking about these bastards roaming accross his planet made tears of fury spring to his eyes. He wanted to clean it. Remove every last one of these pathetic snivelling failures. He wasn't a monster. Everyone else was; monstrous, lazy animals. His rage was blind to the people he loved; they where disgusting too at least untill he stopped to think about it with a clear head. Everyone in this hell-hole of a town deserved to die, everything they made needed to be destroyed. He would do it, now raze this little valley settlement to the ground. He didn't stop to think whether or not Zacks would have told him it was wrong. He didn't care.
Sephiroth tore the ugly attempt at Jenova's features away in disgust. Why did they try to hide her? How could this fragile metal mask compare to... Behind it stood a large, upright glass tank, filled with... mako? Not quite mako. Sephiroth had the odd injection that looked just like that. He had no idea what it was, but it was not quite mako. Something disolved in mako, maybe. But the same thing. In the tank was a woman. Well, female humanoid. Not quite human. No, not even close. Pretty though, in her own way. Something about her, just looking at her made Sephiroth sad. he felt something dark stir inside him. The kind of sadness that won't go away, and all you can do it sit there, not focusing on it. If you looked straight into the sadness, it would drive you mad. Oh, it was all true. it was all true. He walked forward, close, touching the glass, even. There was a plate, a metal plate that read "Jenova". Jenova. Jenova...
Jenova. Oh, it all made sense now.
Cloud found he was almost crying, just thinking about that night. Something inside the general had just cracked, and he'd completely lost his self control. Sephiroth wouldn't have hurt me, he thought. Not really.
End of Chapter 6
Not Under this name, bitch.
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