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Title: "No Need for Rescuing"
Fandom/Pairing: Sailor Moon/Final Fantasy VII; Hotaru/Sephiroth
Rating: G
Content: A little playful ficlet in which Hotaru gets injured and stubbornly refuses Sephiroth to "rescue her." In the end, he carries her off not into the sunset, but into the hospital wing. ^_~
Disclaimer: FFVII and Sephiroth belong to Square Enix and Nomura Tetsuya. Sailor Moon and Sailor Saturn and characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi. Sephiroth/Hotaru pairing was created by usagivindaloo.
Dedication: usagivindaloo
AN: I thought this would be fun to write. It was done sort of spur of the moment. Once again, I'm focusing on the period when they're a little more than friends but not yet lovers. My feminist roots are showing a bit here, but it's okay. In a way it's a lighter mirror to "Remember When It Rained." I don't really know what else to say, so I'm going to refrain from rambling further.
Ha, I found him, finally thought Sailor Saturn as she caught sight of Sephiroth. He moved swiftly and had done an excellent job of eluding her. She’d been hunting for him on the practice field for over an hour. From her position on the branch of a tall tree, she was in a perfect position to ambush him the moment he came close enough. She prepared herself to jump down; despite the fact that she was very high up from the ground, the jump was an easy one or should have been.
“Ow! Shit!” cursed Sailor Saturn. She hit the ground hard, managing to land on her feet for a split second before her right ankle saw it fit to give out. As a result, the weight of her whole body to landed on the ankle. Instantly, she felt a sharp pain in her foot and ankle. She winced as she moved the injured foot out from under her. So much for a silent attack she thought.
Hearing the noise, Sephiroth instinctively unsheathed his sword and whirled around to face his would-be attacker. Instead, he saw Sailor Saturn on the ground looking quite pitiful, with a look of pain on her face. He relaxed his guard and sheathed the Masamune. Assuming that she failed to land on her feet, he proceeded to tease her.
“What happened to being the senshi of silence?”
“Why do you insist on poking at my humiliation?” she retorted.
“I would say to keep you down to earth, but it seems you do a good job of that yourself.”
“Haha,” said Hotaru dryly. “You are entirely too witty for me.”
“I pride myself on it.”
“Pride comes before the fall,” she said. She immediately regretted saying that, realizing she was asking another jibe from Sephiroth.
“As you so truthfully displayed.”
Hotaru refused to dignify the comment with a response. She merely glared at Sephiroth.
“Here, let me help you up,” Sephiroth said. As if offering a truce, he reached his hand out intending to pull her off the ground.
Hotaru smacked his hand away. “I’m not some damsel in distress. I can get myself up.” As if to prove her point, she managed to rise to her feet. She stood somewhat shakily trying not to show that she was obviously using her Silence Glaive for support. She shifted as much weight as she could to the left foot, and kept her right just barely off the ground.
Sephiroth’s eyes missed nothing. He frowned. Bluntly he said, “You hurt your foot.”
“No, I didn’t,” Hotaru denied. As if to prove she was telling the truth, she gingerly set her right foot on the ground, still keeping her weight on her other foot.
Sephiroth remained unconvinced. “Let go of the glaive,” he ordered.
Just breathe, you can do without it, Hotaru thought to herself. She allowed the glaive to fall to the ground. She still remained standing, albeit rather uncomfortably.
“Walk,” Sephiroth said with all the authority of his status as a general.
Hotaru attempted to do as she was ordered; she wasn’t sure why it mattered so damn much that she didn’t look weak or silly in front of Sephiroth. Before she could stop herself, she let out a hiss of pain as she tried to fully plant her injured foot on the ground so she could walk.
It was then Sephiroth stepped in and scooped her up in his arms.
“Put me down!” she said indignantly. “I can walk back to the palace.”
“Yes, and it would take you the rest of the day to get there even with your glaive as a crutch.”
“Fine then. You can carry me back,” said Hotaru reluctantly. “Don’t just leave my glaive lying there,” she said crossly as Sephiroth proceeded to carry her away.
“You’ve got a million servants here. I’ll send someone back to get it,” he replied without stopping.
Hotaru remained sullen and quiet for the rest of the trip.
---
Hotaru sat on an exam table in the hospital wing as Ami carefully unlaced and pulled of her right boot. She grimaced as the removal of her boot released the pressure on her foot. Her ankle was swollen and throbbed with more pain than before.
“It looks to be a pretty bad sprain,” Ami diagnosed as she closely examined the ankle.
Sephiroth let out a loud “Humph.”
“Stay off your feet for the rest of the day. You need to alternate between soaking it in hot water and placing ice on it. You can try walking a little on it tomorrow when some of the swelling goes down; the more you walk on it, the faster it will heal. No combat practice for at least a week though,” said Ami firmly.
---
Hotaru sighed resignedly as she sat on the couch in the library reading. She refused to stay in bed; she wasn’t an invalid she argued.
Sephiroth entered the room with a towel and bag filled with ice. Gently, he laid the towel over Hotaru’s right ankle and placed the ice pack on top.
Hotaru felt a small shiver from the contact of the cold ice. “Thank you,” she said sincerely.
Sephiroth nodded. He picked up a book from the stack on the table next to the couch and sat down in a chair near her.
The two sat in silence for a few moments, pretending to read.
Sephiroth tried to keep from looking up concernedly at Hotaru and her ankle-to see if the swelling had gone down, he told himself. He wasn’t sure what motivated him to pick her up and carry her back to the palace. He could have easily run and brought Ami back with him. Although he didn’t want her to get hurt again, he wanted another chance to hold her in his arms-the feeling was…pleasant…even if she was sulking the whole time.
Hotaru simply tried not to look at Sephiroth. She felt her cheeks redden and grow hot every time she thought of how nice it felt when he was holding her in his arms. Adding to that was the fact that he was acting so concerned about her. She was sure, he was always looking at her, but she never caught him doing so.
Why is he so worried about and trying to take care of me? she wondered. Aloud she said, “You’re not a knight in shining armor you know.”
“And you’re not a damsel in distress,” he replied without looking up from his book.
Hotaru smiled. She attempted to hide it by returning to her feigned reading.
Sephiroth pretended not to notice her smile and the way it made him beam.
Fandom/Pairing: Sailor Moon/Final Fantasy VII; Hotaru/Sephiroth
Rating: G
Content: A little playful ficlet in which Hotaru gets injured and stubbornly refuses Sephiroth to "rescue her." In the end, he carries her off not into the sunset, but into the hospital wing. ^_~
Disclaimer: FFVII and Sephiroth belong to Square Enix and Nomura Tetsuya. Sailor Moon and Sailor Saturn and characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi. Sephiroth/Hotaru pairing was created by usagivindaloo.
Dedication: usagivindaloo
AN: I thought this would be fun to write. It was done sort of spur of the moment. Once again, I'm focusing on the period when they're a little more than friends but not yet lovers. My feminist roots are showing a bit here, but it's okay. In a way it's a lighter mirror to "Remember When It Rained." I don't really know what else to say, so I'm going to refrain from rambling further.
Ha, I found him, finally thought Sailor Saturn as she caught sight of Sephiroth. He moved swiftly and had done an excellent job of eluding her. She’d been hunting for him on the practice field for over an hour. From her position on the branch of a tall tree, she was in a perfect position to ambush him the moment he came close enough. She prepared herself to jump down; despite the fact that she was very high up from the ground, the jump was an easy one or should have been.
“Ow! Shit!” cursed Sailor Saturn. She hit the ground hard, managing to land on her feet for a split second before her right ankle saw it fit to give out. As a result, the weight of her whole body to landed on the ankle. Instantly, she felt a sharp pain in her foot and ankle. She winced as she moved the injured foot out from under her. So much for a silent attack she thought.
Hearing the noise, Sephiroth instinctively unsheathed his sword and whirled around to face his would-be attacker. Instead, he saw Sailor Saturn on the ground looking quite pitiful, with a look of pain on her face. He relaxed his guard and sheathed the Masamune. Assuming that she failed to land on her feet, he proceeded to tease her.
“What happened to being the senshi of silence?”
“Why do you insist on poking at my humiliation?” she retorted.
“I would say to keep you down to earth, but it seems you do a good job of that yourself.”
“Haha,” said Hotaru dryly. “You are entirely too witty for me.”
“I pride myself on it.”
“Pride comes before the fall,” she said. She immediately regretted saying that, realizing she was asking another jibe from Sephiroth.
“As you so truthfully displayed.”
Hotaru refused to dignify the comment with a response. She merely glared at Sephiroth.
“Here, let me help you up,” Sephiroth said. As if offering a truce, he reached his hand out intending to pull her off the ground.
Hotaru smacked his hand away. “I’m not some damsel in distress. I can get myself up.” As if to prove her point, she managed to rise to her feet. She stood somewhat shakily trying not to show that she was obviously using her Silence Glaive for support. She shifted as much weight as she could to the left foot, and kept her right just barely off the ground.
Sephiroth’s eyes missed nothing. He frowned. Bluntly he said, “You hurt your foot.”
“No, I didn’t,” Hotaru denied. As if to prove she was telling the truth, she gingerly set her right foot on the ground, still keeping her weight on her other foot.
Sephiroth remained unconvinced. “Let go of the glaive,” he ordered.
Just breathe, you can do without it, Hotaru thought to herself. She allowed the glaive to fall to the ground. She still remained standing, albeit rather uncomfortably.
“Walk,” Sephiroth said with all the authority of his status as a general.
Hotaru attempted to do as she was ordered; she wasn’t sure why it mattered so damn much that she didn’t look weak or silly in front of Sephiroth. Before she could stop herself, she let out a hiss of pain as she tried to fully plant her injured foot on the ground so she could walk.
It was then Sephiroth stepped in and scooped her up in his arms.
“Put me down!” she said indignantly. “I can walk back to the palace.”
“Yes, and it would take you the rest of the day to get there even with your glaive as a crutch.”
“Fine then. You can carry me back,” said Hotaru reluctantly. “Don’t just leave my glaive lying there,” she said crossly as Sephiroth proceeded to carry her away.
“You’ve got a million servants here. I’ll send someone back to get it,” he replied without stopping.
Hotaru remained sullen and quiet for the rest of the trip.
---
Hotaru sat on an exam table in the hospital wing as Ami carefully unlaced and pulled of her right boot. She grimaced as the removal of her boot released the pressure on her foot. Her ankle was swollen and throbbed with more pain than before.
“It looks to be a pretty bad sprain,” Ami diagnosed as she closely examined the ankle.
Sephiroth let out a loud “Humph.”
“Stay off your feet for the rest of the day. You need to alternate between soaking it in hot water and placing ice on it. You can try walking a little on it tomorrow when some of the swelling goes down; the more you walk on it, the faster it will heal. No combat practice for at least a week though,” said Ami firmly.
---
Hotaru sighed resignedly as she sat on the couch in the library reading. She refused to stay in bed; she wasn’t an invalid she argued.
Sephiroth entered the room with a towel and bag filled with ice. Gently, he laid the towel over Hotaru’s right ankle and placed the ice pack on top.
Hotaru felt a small shiver from the contact of the cold ice. “Thank you,” she said sincerely.
Sephiroth nodded. He picked up a book from the stack on the table next to the couch and sat down in a chair near her.
The two sat in silence for a few moments, pretending to read.
Sephiroth tried to keep from looking up concernedly at Hotaru and her ankle-to see if the swelling had gone down, he told himself. He wasn’t sure what motivated him to pick her up and carry her back to the palace. He could have easily run and brought Ami back with him. Although he didn’t want her to get hurt again, he wanted another chance to hold her in his arms-the feeling was…pleasant…even if she was sulking the whole time.
Hotaru simply tried not to look at Sephiroth. She felt her cheeks redden and grow hot every time she thought of how nice it felt when he was holding her in his arms. Adding to that was the fact that he was acting so concerned about her. She was sure, he was always looking at her, but she never caught him doing so.
Why is he so worried about and trying to take care of me? she wondered. Aloud she said, “You’re not a knight in shining armor you know.”
“And you’re not a damsel in distress,” he replied without looking up from his book.
Hotaru smiled. She attempted to hide it by returning to her feigned reading.
Sephiroth pretended not to notice her smile and the way it made him beam.