Fic: Hysterical Tinge Chapter 8 (Angeal/Zack, Sephiroth/Cloud Rated: R)
Title: Hysterical Tinge Chapter 8
Pairings: ZackxAngeal, CloudxSephiroth, Genesis/Reno
Rating: Rish
Warnings: Descriptions of kidnapping, assault, rape...you get the picture. Remarkably, Zack's actually not too hurt in this one. Physically anyways...
“So. You and Reno?” Genesis rolled his eyes slightly. “I am your best friend. I deserve an explanation at least.”
The auburn haired man turned to Angeal, a small smirk on his face. “Fine. Tell me how you know that girl, Kenzi.”
Angeal smiled grimly. “You meet the most interesting people when you go undercover.” It was a satisfactory explanation. Genesis seemed to know this, and glared at his friend. Sephiroth’s lips quirked from his seat at the controls.
“It just...happened, alright? It was a one night stand, but when it happened a second, then a third time, it became something more.” He scoffed at himself. “That’s so cliché.”
Angeal laughed outright.
A silence settled again, each man sobering slightly. This time, the three didn’t speak. It was far too late to offer words of comfort.
It was silent. Steelson, fed up with Zack’s unresponsiveness, had left. Zack inhaled painfully through his bruised ribs. Blood ran down his face, landing in his nose and mouth. He grimaced, but mostly ignored it. His listless blue eyes followed a dripping pipe, the droplets sounding like gunshots going off when they landed. Zack closed his eyes as tears welled up. Angeal...
Finally, Zack allowed himself to weep.
Hojo grinned evilly as the sounds of a captive Cloud filtered through the wall. The small whimpers and mewls of fright were going right to his groin. He crossed his arms, glaring at another lurking thug. They, along with the doctor himself, had been given strict instructions not to touch the blond. There would be time for that later. Right now, they needed his mind whole. If he lost this power now...
His thoughts went to Sephiroth. He felt mildly disappointed he had to kill off his most successful experiment to date. All the work he had put into making the general in what he was to date, only to have it go up in smoke. But, the general had misaligned himself with the wrong people. If Hojo had only isolated him better...Not that he really cared; he had the notes on Sephiroth. It would take time, but he could always make another.
But for now, he had found something better. Cloud was a lot more powerful than originally suspected. He had forced the teen to demonstrate his abilities. To create plant-life from nothing, that was something only the ancients could do. He knew if he pushed Cloud, the blond could do just about anything.
And bring in the amount of gil they needed to take over Shinra. The scientist grew hard at that thought.
Angeal could barely contain his surprise when he caught a glimpse of the building where the GPS had led them to. Sephiroth had taken the paper with the coordinates on it, so he hadn’t had the time to look at it. He hadn’t been here in so long.
Sephiroth studied with the same intensity. “Angeal, isn’t this where...”
“Yes.” The burly SOLDIER interrupted. “I should have known it was him.”
Genesis shook his head. “Persistent, isn’t he.” The words were neutral. Both men knew though Genesis was angry. And that wasn’t good for anyone. “I thought he was dead.”
Angeal sighed. After they had achieved the status of first class SOLDIERs, there had been a mission to Wutai. But, the three hadn’t been alone. Another first class named Steelson had been with them. Even more unpredictable then Genesis, this man took to killing the enemy like he was born to do it. The look of wild blood lust on the man’s face chilled even Sephiroth. But, that hadn’t been enough.
The village where the SOLDIERs had been advancing on immediately surrendered, not wanting to cause anymore suffering among its inhabitants. Angeal, Genesis, and Sephiroth agreed to peacefully leave the village alone. But Steelson, who had felt that the people had gotten off too lightly, took matters into his own hands. Late one night, he crept into the town. Everyone was in their beds asleep, therefore they had no chance. The town was burned to the ground.
There were no survivors. Steelson fled, swearing to do it again.
Shinra, for all their corruptness, was furious. They ordered that Steelson be arrested, to appease the Wutai officials. Angeal, who had been deeply affected by the tragedy, took the mission with a vengeance. That was where the undercover stint had come from. After two months of exhausting every resource, of tracking down witness after witness, Angeal had found his target.
Steelson had been hiding out in this very chemical plant, back when it was operating. The fight between the two had been brutal, each gaining multiples of injuries. Eventually, Angeal won. Steelson, unable to accept his loss, tried to run away. But, in the confusion, the man had tripped and fallen into a vat of acidic chemicals. Angeal grudgingly marvelled at Steelson’s apparent survival. Like Genesis had said, the man was persistent. But, Steelson wasn’t very smart. It would seem like the former SOLDIER would put his plan for revenge over his own personal safety. Angeal hoped he would be able to use this against him.
Much like the first time Zack had been kidnapped, the three hid behind a bush. The abandoned plant seemed to have no one outside. Genesis, growing more and more restless, finally stood up. Angeal sighed. It would seem the auburn haired man was fed up of playing peacemaker. Genesis walked right up to the door, examining it. Unfurling his leg, he kicked it right off the hinged. Sephiroth smirked humourlessly. So much for subtly.
The first man was met with a thrust to the stomach, Genesis’s sword going right through him. The others who came running met equal fates.
The SOLDIER turned to his friends. “Go find your boys. I’ll be just fine.” Without a word, Sephiroth and Angeal went separate directions. Genesis whipped around to face the new wave of attackers. “Alright. Who’s next?”
Sephiroth paused as he listened for any sounds of Zack or Cloud. Hearing something he entered a room. Relief poured down his spine as he saw Cloud, bound and gagged, but unharmed. The teen’s blue eyes widened as he struggled frantically, muffled words coming through the gag. Sephiroth tried to go through the motions of calming the teen down.
Only to paralyzed by a high pitch squealing next to his ear. The movement was so sudden that he dropped Masamune, the blade landing next to Cloud. The sound brought him to his knees. Sephiroth clapped his hands over his ears. But, the sound never ended. Above the noise, Hojo’s sneering, nasal voice came. The doctor had a small device in his hands, which was emitting the bone-piercing noise.
“Hurts, doesn’t it? I should be surprised that you survived that bomb, but I’m not. After all, I made you. You should be perfect. But, you’re not. Really, Sephiroth, I’m surprised. Going crazy over a silly boy? Didn’t I make you better than that?” He punctuated his words with a swift kick to the general’s midsection. “Didn’t I create you, the perfect killing machine? You owe your life to ME! No one else.” Another kick. “I have no further use for you.” His voice then became wistful. “You could have been great, you know. But no matter. I made you. Now, I guess I’ll have to kill you.” He turned to grab Sephiroth’s blade.
Cloud leapt up with a sudden cry, burying the sword into Hojo’s back. The scientist convulsed, staring with unbeilivin eyes at the usually timid blond. Cloud’s eyes were nearly black with fury. It seemed he had reached his breaking point. The blade had landed in a convenient location, it had been perfect for cutting his bonds. Masamune was too heavy for him. He could barely wield the sword, but Cloud didn’t pay attention to that. Over and over he stabbed Masamune into Hojo, anger coursing through his veins. Sephiroth recovered from the painful haze that had been put on him. A flurry of movement caught his attention. He stood, gently catching Cloud’s hands.
“Enough.” The words were soft, but they penetrated Cloud’s brain. The blond’s movements stilled as he stared down at a bloody Hojo. Despite how horrible the man was, Cloud still felt remorse for killing him.
He glanced up at Sephiroth, tears falling down his face. “He was hurting you.” It was the only explanation Cloud could offer right now. Sephiroth did the only thing he could think off. He wrapped the blond up in his arms, rocking back and forth. It was something Gast did for him when he was a child. Cloud sobbed into his chest, the terror of his situation finally catching up on him. Sephiroth continued to hold him, whispering soothing words of comfort.
Zack head snapped up from his light doze. His limbs were cramped and screaming for movement. He groaned as pain raced up his leg. His head fell back down. He had been having such a nice dream too. Angeal had been there, with Cloud and Sephiroth. He frowned, shaking his head. He was being ridiculous. Angeal was dead.
So why was he hearing the man’s voice?
“ZACK! WHERE ARE YOU!?”
The teen sat up, elation making him reenergized. “Angeal! Angeal, I’m here! Angeal!” He continued yelling until his voice went hoarse. Angeal appeared at the door, a look of relief on his face.
“Zack.” He stepped forward, to untie Zack, to hold his puppy and soothe him while he cried. But, a voice interrupted him.
“My, my Angeal. You have become quite the saviour.” Angeal growled, Buster sword appearing in his hand. Steelson swung his own sword to place it at Zack’s neck. “Not one move, or I spill your puppy’s blood.”
Pairings: ZackxAngeal, CloudxSephiroth, Genesis/Reno
Rating: Rish
Warnings: Descriptions of kidnapping, assault, rape...you get the picture. Remarkably, Zack's actually not too hurt in this one. Physically anyways...
“So. You and Reno?” Genesis rolled his eyes slightly. “I am your best friend. I deserve an explanation at least.”
The auburn haired man turned to Angeal, a small smirk on his face. “Fine. Tell me how you know that girl, Kenzi.”
Angeal smiled grimly. “You meet the most interesting people when you go undercover.” It was a satisfactory explanation. Genesis seemed to know this, and glared at his friend. Sephiroth’s lips quirked from his seat at the controls.
“It just...happened, alright? It was a one night stand, but when it happened a second, then a third time, it became something more.” He scoffed at himself. “That’s so cliché.”
Angeal laughed outright.
A silence settled again, each man sobering slightly. This time, the three didn’t speak. It was far too late to offer words of comfort.
It was silent. Steelson, fed up with Zack’s unresponsiveness, had left. Zack inhaled painfully through his bruised ribs. Blood ran down his face, landing in his nose and mouth. He grimaced, but mostly ignored it. His listless blue eyes followed a dripping pipe, the droplets sounding like gunshots going off when they landed. Zack closed his eyes as tears welled up. Angeal...
Finally, Zack allowed himself to weep.
Hojo grinned evilly as the sounds of a captive Cloud filtered through the wall. The small whimpers and mewls of fright were going right to his groin. He crossed his arms, glaring at another lurking thug. They, along with the doctor himself, had been given strict instructions not to touch the blond. There would be time for that later. Right now, they needed his mind whole. If he lost this power now...
His thoughts went to Sephiroth. He felt mildly disappointed he had to kill off his most successful experiment to date. All the work he had put into making the general in what he was to date, only to have it go up in smoke. But, the general had misaligned himself with the wrong people. If Hojo had only isolated him better...Not that he really cared; he had the notes on Sephiroth. It would take time, but he could always make another.
But for now, he had found something better. Cloud was a lot more powerful than originally suspected. He had forced the teen to demonstrate his abilities. To create plant-life from nothing, that was something only the ancients could do. He knew if he pushed Cloud, the blond could do just about anything.
And bring in the amount of gil they needed to take over Shinra. The scientist grew hard at that thought.
Angeal could barely contain his surprise when he caught a glimpse of the building where the GPS had led them to. Sephiroth had taken the paper with the coordinates on it, so he hadn’t had the time to look at it. He hadn’t been here in so long.
Sephiroth studied with the same intensity. “Angeal, isn’t this where...”
“Yes.” The burly SOLDIER interrupted. “I should have known it was him.”
Genesis shook his head. “Persistent, isn’t he.” The words were neutral. Both men knew though Genesis was angry. And that wasn’t good for anyone. “I thought he was dead.”
Angeal sighed. After they had achieved the status of first class SOLDIERs, there had been a mission to Wutai. But, the three hadn’t been alone. Another first class named Steelson had been with them. Even more unpredictable then Genesis, this man took to killing the enemy like he was born to do it. The look of wild blood lust on the man’s face chilled even Sephiroth. But, that hadn’t been enough.
The village where the SOLDIERs had been advancing on immediately surrendered, not wanting to cause anymore suffering among its inhabitants. Angeal, Genesis, and Sephiroth agreed to peacefully leave the village alone. But Steelson, who had felt that the people had gotten off too lightly, took matters into his own hands. Late one night, he crept into the town. Everyone was in their beds asleep, therefore they had no chance. The town was burned to the ground.
There were no survivors. Steelson fled, swearing to do it again.
Shinra, for all their corruptness, was furious. They ordered that Steelson be arrested, to appease the Wutai officials. Angeal, who had been deeply affected by the tragedy, took the mission with a vengeance. That was where the undercover stint had come from. After two months of exhausting every resource, of tracking down witness after witness, Angeal had found his target.
Steelson had been hiding out in this very chemical plant, back when it was operating. The fight between the two had been brutal, each gaining multiples of injuries. Eventually, Angeal won. Steelson, unable to accept his loss, tried to run away. But, in the confusion, the man had tripped and fallen into a vat of acidic chemicals. Angeal grudgingly marvelled at Steelson’s apparent survival. Like Genesis had said, the man was persistent. But, Steelson wasn’t very smart. It would seem like the former SOLDIER would put his plan for revenge over his own personal safety. Angeal hoped he would be able to use this against him.
Much like the first time Zack had been kidnapped, the three hid behind a bush. The abandoned plant seemed to have no one outside. Genesis, growing more and more restless, finally stood up. Angeal sighed. It would seem the auburn haired man was fed up of playing peacemaker. Genesis walked right up to the door, examining it. Unfurling his leg, he kicked it right off the hinged. Sephiroth smirked humourlessly. So much for subtly.
The first man was met with a thrust to the stomach, Genesis’s sword going right through him. The others who came running met equal fates.
The SOLDIER turned to his friends. “Go find your boys. I’ll be just fine.” Without a word, Sephiroth and Angeal went separate directions. Genesis whipped around to face the new wave of attackers. “Alright. Who’s next?”
Sephiroth paused as he listened for any sounds of Zack or Cloud. Hearing something he entered a room. Relief poured down his spine as he saw Cloud, bound and gagged, but unharmed. The teen’s blue eyes widened as he struggled frantically, muffled words coming through the gag. Sephiroth tried to go through the motions of calming the teen down.
Only to paralyzed by a high pitch squealing next to his ear. The movement was so sudden that he dropped Masamune, the blade landing next to Cloud. The sound brought him to his knees. Sephiroth clapped his hands over his ears. But, the sound never ended. Above the noise, Hojo’s sneering, nasal voice came. The doctor had a small device in his hands, which was emitting the bone-piercing noise.
“Hurts, doesn’t it? I should be surprised that you survived that bomb, but I’m not. After all, I made you. You should be perfect. But, you’re not. Really, Sephiroth, I’m surprised. Going crazy over a silly boy? Didn’t I make you better than that?” He punctuated his words with a swift kick to the general’s midsection. “Didn’t I create you, the perfect killing machine? You owe your life to ME! No one else.” Another kick. “I have no further use for you.” His voice then became wistful. “You could have been great, you know. But no matter. I made you. Now, I guess I’ll have to kill you.” He turned to grab Sephiroth’s blade.
Cloud leapt up with a sudden cry, burying the sword into Hojo’s back. The scientist convulsed, staring with unbeilivin eyes at the usually timid blond. Cloud’s eyes were nearly black with fury. It seemed he had reached his breaking point. The blade had landed in a convenient location, it had been perfect for cutting his bonds. Masamune was too heavy for him. He could barely wield the sword, but Cloud didn’t pay attention to that. Over and over he stabbed Masamune into Hojo, anger coursing through his veins. Sephiroth recovered from the painful haze that had been put on him. A flurry of movement caught his attention. He stood, gently catching Cloud’s hands.
“Enough.” The words were soft, but they penetrated Cloud’s brain. The blond’s movements stilled as he stared down at a bloody Hojo. Despite how horrible the man was, Cloud still felt remorse for killing him.
He glanced up at Sephiroth, tears falling down his face. “He was hurting you.” It was the only explanation Cloud could offer right now. Sephiroth did the only thing he could think off. He wrapped the blond up in his arms, rocking back and forth. It was something Gast did for him when he was a child. Cloud sobbed into his chest, the terror of his situation finally catching up on him. Sephiroth continued to hold him, whispering soothing words of comfort.
Zack head snapped up from his light doze. His limbs were cramped and screaming for movement. He groaned as pain raced up his leg. His head fell back down. He had been having such a nice dream too. Angeal had been there, with Cloud and Sephiroth. He frowned, shaking his head. He was being ridiculous. Angeal was dead.
So why was he hearing the man’s voice?
“ZACK! WHERE ARE YOU!?”
The teen sat up, elation making him reenergized. “Angeal! Angeal, I’m here! Angeal!” He continued yelling until his voice went hoarse. Angeal appeared at the door, a look of relief on his face.
“Zack.” He stepped forward, to untie Zack, to hold his puppy and soothe him while he cried. But, a voice interrupted him.
“My, my Angeal. You have become quite the saviour.” Angeal growled, Buster sword appearing in his hand. Steelson swung his own sword to place it at Zack’s neck. “Not one move, or I spill your puppy’s blood.”