Glory and Victory

Nov 23, 2007 13:15

This is from a fic challenge thing I was participating in till I got tired of doing it and left the lj-group thing. So. I'm reposting the fic bits here and might continue them.
These are focused on Aerith and Sephiroth in the Kingdom Hearts 2 universe. They're outside the cannon plotlines and deal somewhat with my ideas of how the Final Fantasy and KH universes merge together. I'm also posting them here because they don't exactly fit into the KH category on FF.n because they really don't deal with Sora and co (thus, no one is likely to read them).

These are also unlocked because the characters and settings are not mine (don't sue me, please).


How I hate you.

You stand in the way of everything I want.

You stand for everything I despise.

And yet you stand there. Smiling at me.

How I hate you.

You poison me, corrupt me from within, the way I tried to kill your world. Tried to swallow the very essence of this planet - but you stopped me - you tied my hands without ever touching them. You! The clean one, the un-fallen, diluting my darkness with light. How pure you are, how sweet, but surely you have darkness there - somewhere. I have to know.

I have to poison you in return, little Cetra.

Killing you didn't work. I have to try something more subtle.

I will not lose.

Least of all, I will NOT lose to YOU!

I will not allow you to continue to stand there, looking so innocent, wearing that expression that infuriates me so! I'll wipe that smile from your lips. I will break you. I will cover you in pain, destroy everything you care about.

I will make you cry.

And I will do that by capturing your heart by the most subtle means.

And once I have it, I will poison it with darkness.

An eye for an eye, Aerith Gainsborough!

When I'm through with you, you will beg to be destroyed.

**

I don't like him.

I can't really say that about much of anyone - except him.

He frightens me, his strength, his violence, his anger. He is capable of doing awful things - I've witnessed some of them. And that is more than enough reason for anyone to say they don't like him, but I ... I don't like him because of something else.

I don't like him because of his eyes.

How they tear into me, ripping the flesh from my bones, the way his sword sliced into me that day - so long ago - so recent, and I'm still unsure of how I ended up alive again.

But his eyes, they make me feel ...guilty.

Like I betrayed him.

Like I let him down.

Like I left him to his doom.

And oh how it hurts to admit that I did!

Long ago, we knew each other, in Hojo's lab, long ago, so far away in time that it's like a faded dream. Only a memory, but those still hurt, burning in my heart like a poison.

I am guilty of leaving him to his fate when I escaped with Mom. How could I, when I knew what torment writhed in his soul?

I don't like him, yet, as he stands there in front of me, I can't help but smile.

Smile and hope...

...this second chance at life we both have may be just what we need to finally heal.

glory and victory, writing

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