HWC Side Story: Stories and Friends
Title: Stories and Friends
Author: xpaperplanex
Rating: G
Word Count: ~700
Characters: Sephiroth
Genre: AU, angst
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII and make no money from this work.
Summary: The stories might have been true, right?
Previous Chapters: | HWC | Mislabelled and Side Stories |
I was in some sort of mood when I wrote this. And now I'm bored and hungry. Based on an idea lenine2 put in my head quite a while back. It's set whenever you'd like it to be set after Sephiroth gets out of the hospital and before he meets Cloud.
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Sephiroth pushed aside his cold meal. It didn't taste good anymore. He hadn't thought that much time had passed, but the clock said it was almost nine o'clock. He didn't even know what he had been thinking about for so long. That happened a lot. It would suddenly be late and he would have no idea how it got that way.
The plate of food seemed to be staring back up at him. He was hungry, but he didn't want to eat cold food. The last time he had tried heating something up, there had been an accident and someone had said that he wasn't allowed to do that anymore.
"Always have to order, can't use the stove, can't talk to anyone, can't have my sword, can't go to the store," Sephiroth muttered angrily, feeling helpless and frustrated. He just... he hated this! He blinked back the tears that were causing the plate to blur and slammed his fists into the table. He heard a crack, but didn't see anything wrong on the surface. "Take away the table, too..."
They would, if he wasn't careful. He heard people talking, even though they thought he wasn't paying attention. Keep him under control... Causes much more damage and we'll lock him up... Sephiroth didn't want to get locked up again. He didn't like the hospital. It was so lonely.
Not that this was much better.
Sephiroth put his plate back in the box and dumped it carelessly by the door. He didn't know what to do now. Watching TV was boring and he didn't want to go to bed yet. He had some paperwork that he knew he was supposed to do, but every time he looked at it, the words became meaningless letters on the page. He hated the paperwork they gave him. It wasn't real work and he knew it. They just made him do it to keep him occupied in between sending him out to kill things.
He could spend some time with his friends! Sephiroth smiled as the thought occurred to him and he ran over to his computer. The first bookmark was his favourite. It went to a site that had a big long list of stories about him and his friends. Some were really silly, and there was no way that most of them had ever happened, but there were also lots that reminded him of the old days. He clicked on an old favourite and brought his feet up on to the chair, hugging his knees and smiling as Genesis and Angeal made him try his first dumbapple.
The hours ticked by as Sephiroth clicked his way through story after story. He went to war in Wutai and played pranks in the office. He helped Genesis deal with a hard day and Angeal taught him how to bake. In one of the stories, Genesis was really badly hurt and Sephiroth was sure he was going to die. He wasn't sure if he could keep reading, but he did after getting a blanket to hold and a box of tissues. In the end, he and Angeal saved the day, but it was really scary for a while. He went back and reread the story about the first time he celebrated his birthday with his friends to make himself feel better. That was another favourite.
A loud buzzing distracted him from the daring rescue he and Genesis were about to attempt and Sephiroth looked up angrily. He stormed into his room and shut off the alarm clock. Seven AM. Time to get up.
He didn't want to go in to work again today. He liked the stories much better than sitting alone in his office. But maybe Zack would have time to talk to him today. It had been a long time, so maybe today. He liked it when Zack talked to him. Maybe there would be a story about him and Zack one day. Sephiroth was sure he'd like those stories.
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A/N: This is the last side story until I do the second sequel, which is started, but I'm taking a bit of a break from it for the moment and writing weird smut that turned into a weirder socio-political study.
Author: xpaperplanex
Rating: G
Word Count: ~700
Characters: Sephiroth
Genre: AU, angst
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII and make no money from this work.
Summary: The stories might have been true, right?
Previous Chapters: | HWC | Mislabelled and Side Stories |
I was in some sort of mood when I wrote this. And now I'm bored and hungry. Based on an idea lenine2 put in my head quite a while back. It's set whenever you'd like it to be set after Sephiroth gets out of the hospital and before he meets Cloud.
***
Sephiroth pushed aside his cold meal. It didn't taste good anymore. He hadn't thought that much time had passed, but the clock said it was almost nine o'clock. He didn't even know what he had been thinking about for so long. That happened a lot. It would suddenly be late and he would have no idea how it got that way.
The plate of food seemed to be staring back up at him. He was hungry, but he didn't want to eat cold food. The last time he had tried heating something up, there had been an accident and someone had said that he wasn't allowed to do that anymore.
"Always have to order, can't use the stove, can't talk to anyone, can't have my sword, can't go to the store," Sephiroth muttered angrily, feeling helpless and frustrated. He just... he hated this! He blinked back the tears that were causing the plate to blur and slammed his fists into the table. He heard a crack, but didn't see anything wrong on the surface. "Take away the table, too..."
They would, if he wasn't careful. He heard people talking, even though they thought he wasn't paying attention. Keep him under control... Causes much more damage and we'll lock him up... Sephiroth didn't want to get locked up again. He didn't like the hospital. It was so lonely.
Not that this was much better.
Sephiroth put his plate back in the box and dumped it carelessly by the door. He didn't know what to do now. Watching TV was boring and he didn't want to go to bed yet. He had some paperwork that he knew he was supposed to do, but every time he looked at it, the words became meaningless letters on the page. He hated the paperwork they gave him. It wasn't real work and he knew it. They just made him do it to keep him occupied in between sending him out to kill things.
He could spend some time with his friends! Sephiroth smiled as the thought occurred to him and he ran over to his computer. The first bookmark was his favourite. It went to a site that had a big long list of stories about him and his friends. Some were really silly, and there was no way that most of them had ever happened, but there were also lots that reminded him of the old days. He clicked on an old favourite and brought his feet up on to the chair, hugging his knees and smiling as Genesis and Angeal made him try his first dumbapple.
The hours ticked by as Sephiroth clicked his way through story after story. He went to war in Wutai and played pranks in the office. He helped Genesis deal with a hard day and Angeal taught him how to bake. In one of the stories, Genesis was really badly hurt and Sephiroth was sure he was going to die. He wasn't sure if he could keep reading, but he did after getting a blanket to hold and a box of tissues. In the end, he and Angeal saved the day, but it was really scary for a while. He went back and reread the story about the first time he celebrated his birthday with his friends to make himself feel better. That was another favourite.
A loud buzzing distracted him from the daring rescue he and Genesis were about to attempt and Sephiroth looked up angrily. He stormed into his room and shut off the alarm clock. Seven AM. Time to get up.
He didn't want to go in to work again today. He liked the stories much better than sitting alone in his office. But maybe Zack would have time to talk to him today. It had been a long time, so maybe today. He liked it when Zack talked to him. Maybe there would be a story about him and Zack one day. Sephiroth was sure he'd like those stories.
***
A/N: This is the last side story until I do the second sequel, which is started, but I'm taking a bit of a break from it for the moment and writing weird smut that turned into a weirder socio-political study.