Bad Idea [Final Fantasy 7, Cloud/Sephiroth, G]
Title: Bad Idea
Author: Scrolls
Rating: G
Warnings: None Really
Pairings: None Really
Word count: 611
Summary: Hindsight is always 20/20
Disclaimer: Don’t own, just like to play with from time to time.
Prompt: FFVII, Cloud/Sephiroth: Pwnage - In retrospect, making the cadet that had defeated him despite little training and no enhancements almost his equal in strength had been a really stupid idea.
It seemed to be a moment of parting.
Cloud Strife, Sephiroth’s one-time puppet and recent thorn, grew smaller and smaller as the same power that had guided him here pulled him back to Gaia.
His body, as the pain given by that same puppet faded, his self automatically beginning the process of separating from this dying shell.
As the last of the connections were severed, he watched Meteor fall, watched the planet-now free of his curse, fight back and dispel the threat.
And as the bursts of lifestream batted away the final rocky remains of his attack, he dove for the closest of the tendrils, knowing that with the planet so distracted he could easily slip in without it knowing until he was safely settled in.
Distancing himself from the areas of the lifestream that were more active, he got to work. He didn’t take anything large, just the little wisps and pieces that floated around waiting to be absorbed fully into the greater whole.
Carefully he began to collect and weave these pieces, creating his own Place within the planets power. Layer on layer he added, growing his little chunk of territory into a larger and larger mass.
It wasn’t just space he was using the power for, mixing the rest with his own he began to anchor his creation to the various nodes nearby. The nodes were-for lack of a better example-were as like to the places on a branch where it split, or perhaps like the oceans gathering water. Whatever they were, they were power, and their power helped to anchor his Place.
It was only well after he had finished the last of these anchors that he felt the planet finally turning its attention to him. Feeling the weight of the planets regard like the pressure of water around a submersible Sephiroth tested the waters, it was surprisingly easy to read the planets mood.
Sheer absolute smugness.
If the planet had been a person he had the distinct feeling it would be crowing from the rooftops, if fact he could hear the planet’s many voices chuckling to itself over it victory.
You destroyed Meteor and defeated me, I will not deny this. He though out to his surroundings.
The voices turned from chuckles to titters-that wasn’t what it was here about.
Mother will be most displeased about this, she was planning this for decades. More titters
He felt annoyance creep up his spine, honestly, what did it want-
Blue eyes glared at him, no emotion, just the look of someone who was here to do a job and the calm confidence of one who knew they would succeed.
It was here over that? The puppet that he had tossed aside after cracking its fragile mind like an egg?
He returned to a Hero’s Welcome, a true welcome, to friends and those cared for. No grand fake speeches, no meaningless medals, no whispers and covert looks.
Before it departed the planet sent him two last thought-things; the first was that once the planet was done cleaning up the mess he had made and taken care of a few other things that it would be coming back to Deal With Him. The second made him twitch and caused the thought that had been nagging at the back of his mind since his defeat to come full to the fore of his mind.
And with the planet elsewhere Sephiroth could finally admit-if only to himself-that in retrospect, making the cadet that had defeated him despite little training and no enhancements almost his equal in strength had been a really stupid idea.
The planet had certainly taken advantage of his foolishness.
Author: Scrolls
Rating: G
Warnings: None Really
Pairings: None Really
Word count: 611
Summary: Hindsight is always 20/20
Disclaimer: Don’t own, just like to play with from time to time.
Prompt: FFVII, Cloud/Sephiroth: Pwnage - In retrospect, making the cadet that had defeated him despite little training and no enhancements almost his equal in strength had been a really stupid idea.
It seemed to be a moment of parting.
Cloud Strife, Sephiroth’s one-time puppet and recent thorn, grew smaller and smaller as the same power that had guided him here pulled him back to Gaia.
His body, as the pain given by that same puppet faded, his self automatically beginning the process of separating from this dying shell.
As the last of the connections were severed, he watched Meteor fall, watched the planet-now free of his curse, fight back and dispel the threat.
And as the bursts of lifestream batted away the final rocky remains of his attack, he dove for the closest of the tendrils, knowing that with the planet so distracted he could easily slip in without it knowing until he was safely settled in.
Distancing himself from the areas of the lifestream that were more active, he got to work. He didn’t take anything large, just the little wisps and pieces that floated around waiting to be absorbed fully into the greater whole.
Carefully he began to collect and weave these pieces, creating his own Place within the planets power. Layer on layer he added, growing his little chunk of territory into a larger and larger mass.
It wasn’t just space he was using the power for, mixing the rest with his own he began to anchor his creation to the various nodes nearby. The nodes were-for lack of a better example-were as like to the places on a branch where it split, or perhaps like the oceans gathering water. Whatever they were, they were power, and their power helped to anchor his Place.
It was only well after he had finished the last of these anchors that he felt the planet finally turning its attention to him. Feeling the weight of the planets regard like the pressure of water around a submersible Sephiroth tested the waters, it was surprisingly easy to read the planets mood.
Sheer absolute smugness.
If the planet had been a person he had the distinct feeling it would be crowing from the rooftops, if fact he could hear the planet’s many voices chuckling to itself over it victory.
You destroyed Meteor and defeated me, I will not deny this. He though out to his surroundings.
The voices turned from chuckles to titters-that wasn’t what it was here about.
Mother will be most displeased about this, she was planning this for decades. More titters
He felt annoyance creep up his spine, honestly, what did it want-
Blue eyes glared at him, no emotion, just the look of someone who was here to do a job and the calm confidence of one who knew they would succeed.
It was here over that? The puppet that he had tossed aside after cracking its fragile mind like an egg?
He returned to a Hero’s Welcome, a true welcome, to friends and those cared for. No grand fake speeches, no meaningless medals, no whispers and covert looks.
Before it departed the planet sent him two last thought-things; the first was that once the planet was done cleaning up the mess he had made and taken care of a few other things that it would be coming back to Deal With Him. The second made him twitch and caused the thought that had been nagging at the back of his mind since his defeat to come full to the fore of his mind.
And with the planet elsewhere Sephiroth could finally admit-if only to himself-that in retrospect, making the cadet that had defeated him despite little training and no enhancements almost his equal in strength had been a really stupid idea.
The planet had certainly taken advantage of his foolishness.