Rightful Place (FFVII)
Author: RabidYaoiFanboy
Rating: g
Characters: Sephiroth, Zack
Warnings: wonky Lifestream interpretations, AU up the wazoo, friendly dead people.
Summary: The afterlife was good. Especially because it had pie and sunshine. One-shot.
Disclaimer: If I owned these guys, you can bet your sweet soda pop that they’d be wearing a LOT less leather. And if I was getting paid for any of this that I’d be doing it on a computer that I actually owned.
Sephiroth looked up, feeling a strange sense of….longing? Something was missing, he just didn’t know what. It had been so loud, outside the Blackness. Here, things were soft, and quiet, and only the occasional brush of Other disturbed his peace.
Until that feeling came. The looking for something that he knew was not there. Or…was something looking for him? He could feel the Other back again, circling his prison.
“Geeze, Seph. How in the world do you manage?” that voice…cheerful and teasing and warm where so little was. Painfully familiar yet forgotten, the feeling of warm wind, and the smell of summer heat.
“Come on, Seph. You gotta do this one without me. I’m not the one who put alla’ those chains there” no he wasn’t. it was Sephiroth who’d laid this solid foundation, these strong restraints. All because of Her…
“Mother?” he asked softly, moving to sit up, feeling the clank of links forged of pure willpower.
“She’s gone, Seph. Spiky came through, again for us. It’s safe.” He said, the one with the smile. He was smiling now, even as the shackles around his wrists loosened and fell. Sephiroth stood on shaky legs, letting himself remember how to walk. It had been so long…
“That’s great, Seph! Now all you gotta do is follow me. Hey, you might even have the ‘Welcoming Committee’ there for you too.” that sounded nice…he turned in the darkness, seeking the origins of that voice. After a moment he realized that it wasn’t anywhere around him, it was within.
With a smile, he closed his eyes, feeling that pull that always led him Home. All he had to do was wrap it around his heart and tug…and he was opening his eyes again, standing in the middle of a grove of trees, flowers littering the floor of the forest. There was a picnic blanket laid out nearby, and he looked curiously at it.
“Well?” the brunette asked, sitting there with a smile on his face, holding out a hand. “Gonna come join us?” that accent…smooth off his tongue and filled with all the light a body could want. Already it was making him remember the good things he'd forced himself to forget.
“There’s plenty to share.” the woman beside him said, her green eyes eerie as always, the pink ribbon in her hair blowing in the nonexistent wind. Sephiroth had to pause, remembering her. A happy child from the slums…
“You…should hate me.” he said, curious, eyes seeking out those blues that made him seem so whole. “Both of you.” they looked at each other, smiles wide and welcoming.
“How could we hate you, Seph? You’re our friend.” he said, as if that made everything better. And maybe it did. The silver haired man had to smile softly, stepping forwards. He was startled to feel grass underneath his feet, and he looked down, eyebrows wrinkling in puzzlement.
He was out of uniform. That was the only thought that ran through his mind as he took in the soft flannel shirt and the jeans, his feet bare. He smiled wider, walking a few paces closer, enough to settle tailor style on one corner of the soft blanket.
“So…where are we?” he asked, and Aerith beamed at him, offering a slice of pecan pie, the whipped cream just enough, how he liked it.
“The Promised Land.” she said, handing him a fork. “More specifically, we’re in the Lifestream that has settled in the Ancient Forrest. This is how it looked a long time ago.” she explained, and she tilted her head at his puzzled expression.
“How can we be here…if we are not Cetran?” he asked, soft and polite, curious only now. Not…angry.
“Because, Seph…we are.” Zack said, dropping a cherry on his pie. “Jenova used to be Cetran, before the Calamity. And…Hojo never knew just how well he succeeded. In creating a throwback, I mean.” he said, waving at Sephiroth. “You’re probably the only one here who could be considered a full-blood.” he said, that charming grin never leaving his face.
“Oh…” he said, and it was if everything made sense. He took a bite of pie, and closed his eyes in bliss. Apparently they had ovens in the Lifestream, because he could never mistake Aerith’s homemade pecan pie, ever.
“Eat fast, Seph. In about five minutes the munchkins ‘re gonna be here, wound up from playing with Spiky.” Zack said with a grin, and Sephiroth had to chuckle at that.
The afterlife was good. Especially because it had pie and sunshine.
Rating: g
Characters: Sephiroth, Zack
Warnings: wonky Lifestream interpretations, AU up the wazoo, friendly dead people.
Summary: The afterlife was good. Especially because it had pie and sunshine. One-shot.
Disclaimer: If I owned these guys, you can bet your sweet soda pop that they’d be wearing a LOT less leather. And if I was getting paid for any of this that I’d be doing it on a computer that I actually owned.
Sephiroth looked up, feeling a strange sense of….longing? Something was missing, he just didn’t know what. It had been so loud, outside the Blackness. Here, things were soft, and quiet, and only the occasional brush of Other disturbed his peace.
Until that feeling came. The looking for something that he knew was not there. Or…was something looking for him? He could feel the Other back again, circling his prison.
“Geeze, Seph. How in the world do you manage?” that voice…cheerful and teasing and warm where so little was. Painfully familiar yet forgotten, the feeling of warm wind, and the smell of summer heat.
“Come on, Seph. You gotta do this one without me. I’m not the one who put alla’ those chains there” no he wasn’t. it was Sephiroth who’d laid this solid foundation, these strong restraints. All because of Her…
“Mother?” he asked softly, moving to sit up, feeling the clank of links forged of pure willpower.
“She’s gone, Seph. Spiky came through, again for us. It’s safe.” He said, the one with the smile. He was smiling now, even as the shackles around his wrists loosened and fell. Sephiroth stood on shaky legs, letting himself remember how to walk. It had been so long…
“That’s great, Seph! Now all you gotta do is follow me. Hey, you might even have the ‘Welcoming Committee’ there for you too.” that sounded nice…he turned in the darkness, seeking the origins of that voice. After a moment he realized that it wasn’t anywhere around him, it was within.
With a smile, he closed his eyes, feeling that pull that always led him Home. All he had to do was wrap it around his heart and tug…and he was opening his eyes again, standing in the middle of a grove of trees, flowers littering the floor of the forest. There was a picnic blanket laid out nearby, and he looked curiously at it.
“Well?” the brunette asked, sitting there with a smile on his face, holding out a hand. “Gonna come join us?” that accent…smooth off his tongue and filled with all the light a body could want. Already it was making him remember the good things he'd forced himself to forget.
“There’s plenty to share.” the woman beside him said, her green eyes eerie as always, the pink ribbon in her hair blowing in the nonexistent wind. Sephiroth had to pause, remembering her. A happy child from the slums…
“You…should hate me.” he said, curious, eyes seeking out those blues that made him seem so whole. “Both of you.” they looked at each other, smiles wide and welcoming.
“How could we hate you, Seph? You’re our friend.” he said, as if that made everything better. And maybe it did. The silver haired man had to smile softly, stepping forwards. He was startled to feel grass underneath his feet, and he looked down, eyebrows wrinkling in puzzlement.
He was out of uniform. That was the only thought that ran through his mind as he took in the soft flannel shirt and the jeans, his feet bare. He smiled wider, walking a few paces closer, enough to settle tailor style on one corner of the soft blanket.
“So…where are we?” he asked, and Aerith beamed at him, offering a slice of pecan pie, the whipped cream just enough, how he liked it.
“The Promised Land.” she said, handing him a fork. “More specifically, we’re in the Lifestream that has settled in the Ancient Forrest. This is how it looked a long time ago.” she explained, and she tilted her head at his puzzled expression.
“How can we be here…if we are not Cetran?” he asked, soft and polite, curious only now. Not…angry.
“Because, Seph…we are.” Zack said, dropping a cherry on his pie. “Jenova used to be Cetran, before the Calamity. And…Hojo never knew just how well he succeeded. In creating a throwback, I mean.” he said, waving at Sephiroth. “You’re probably the only one here who could be considered a full-blood.” he said, that charming grin never leaving his face.
“Oh…” he said, and it was if everything made sense. He took a bite of pie, and closed his eyes in bliss. Apparently they had ovens in the Lifestream, because he could never mistake Aerith’s homemade pecan pie, ever.
“Eat fast, Seph. In about five minutes the munchkins ‘re gonna be here, wound up from playing with Spiky.” Zack said with a grin, and Sephiroth had to chuckle at that.
The afterlife was good. Especially because it had pie and sunshine.