Final Fantasy VII: 27 - Fish
I don't even remember why Sephiroth was reminding me of Mewtwo. And it has sequel here.
Title: Winds of Water
Author/Artist: purplekitte
Pairing: Zack/Sephiroth/Aeris
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII, crossover with Pokemon (Pokemorphs universe)
Theme: Jamie's list, 27 Fish
Ratings/Warnings: PG, minor case of death, the crossover is really sufficient abomination really
“So that’s it. He created me as a weapon. I’m not real.”
“What are you talking about, Seph? All SOLDIERs are made into Pokémorphs. So you’re a born, what does it matter?” Zack’s Arcanine ears were standing on edge.
“I’m different. I’m just a clone. Mewtwo--just a clone of Mew. Damn you, Hojo.”
“If Team Rocket--” Sephiroth threw Zack psychically against the wall. He casually wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth and rethought his words. “Seph--”
“Traitor. You’re all traitors, who let the Mews die to bring an end to the Winds of Water and drove the survivors away and have taken their world. But I’ll bring Mother back. When all the humans and Pokémon are dead and the planet is clean of your filth, Mother will be free. My storm will destroy the entire world.”
The walls of the mansion proved insufficient to keep out the wild hurricane winds and rain and hail he was psychically calling up.
Flinching as only a fire type could, Zack ran into the heart of the storm anyway. He stumbled with each step as he was blown back by the wind and buffeted by golf-ball-and-growing-size hail. He fell, dripping and sizzling in the rain, but kept pulling himself forwards, towards someone he could no longer see through the particle-filled air and his own wild hair in his eyes.
There was no eye in the storm, it only grew fiercer as he reached Sephiroth. He was unable to stand, so he pulled himself up as far as he could to embrace his legs. He rested his head on Sephiroth’s thigh and his lips on his knee and fell over onto his back limply.
“Zack?” The word was torn from his throat involuntarily. Just a SOLDIER, just another one in Team Rocket’s uniform, why should be care?--Zack--what did it mean, matter--no, Zack, Zack--why did he care?
The storm changed in an instant, from a raging typhoon to a peaceful, warm rain, as different as death and birth. From the mist a figure slowly became solidified as it walked towards them. The woman who materialized was clad in pink, with a long thin pink tail and bight, bright green eyes silently adding tears to her drizzle. She smiled at Sephiroth, but wordlessly knelt and leaned over Zack to kiss him in the rain.
When she pulled back, Zack’s breath started again with a gasp of rebirth. “Wow, baby…” His cognitive process began again a few seconds later and he added, “Am I a water type now? I don’t feel like a fish.”
Sephiroth’s eyes stayed locked on the woman, who stepped towards him. “Mew.”
She finally spoke, “Mewtwo”, taking his hand in hers. She kept moving forward, putting her lips to his and he reciprocated with everything he had while Zack wolf-whistled in the background.
Title: Winds of Water
Author/Artist: purplekitte
Pairing: Zack/Sephiroth/Aeris
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII, crossover with Pokemon (Pokemorphs universe)
Theme: Jamie's list, 27 Fish
Ratings/Warnings: PG, minor case of death, the crossover is really sufficient abomination really
“So that’s it. He created me as a weapon. I’m not real.”
“What are you talking about, Seph? All SOLDIERs are made into Pokémorphs. So you’re a born, what does it matter?” Zack’s Arcanine ears were standing on edge.
“I’m different. I’m just a clone. Mewtwo--just a clone of Mew. Damn you, Hojo.”
“If Team Rocket--” Sephiroth threw Zack psychically against the wall. He casually wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth and rethought his words. “Seph--”
“Traitor. You’re all traitors, who let the Mews die to bring an end to the Winds of Water and drove the survivors away and have taken their world. But I’ll bring Mother back. When all the humans and Pokémon are dead and the planet is clean of your filth, Mother will be free. My storm will destroy the entire world.”
The walls of the mansion proved insufficient to keep out the wild hurricane winds and rain and hail he was psychically calling up.
Flinching as only a fire type could, Zack ran into the heart of the storm anyway. He stumbled with each step as he was blown back by the wind and buffeted by golf-ball-and-growing-size hail. He fell, dripping and sizzling in the rain, but kept pulling himself forwards, towards someone he could no longer see through the particle-filled air and his own wild hair in his eyes.
There was no eye in the storm, it only grew fiercer as he reached Sephiroth. He was unable to stand, so he pulled himself up as far as he could to embrace his legs. He rested his head on Sephiroth’s thigh and his lips on his knee and fell over onto his back limply.
“Zack?” The word was torn from his throat involuntarily. Just a SOLDIER, just another one in Team Rocket’s uniform, why should be care?--Zack--what did it mean, matter--no, Zack, Zack--why did he care?
The storm changed in an instant, from a raging typhoon to a peaceful, warm rain, as different as death and birth. From the mist a figure slowly became solidified as it walked towards them. The woman who materialized was clad in pink, with a long thin pink tail and bight, bright green eyes silently adding tears to her drizzle. She smiled at Sephiroth, but wordlessly knelt and leaned over Zack to kiss him in the rain.
When she pulled back, Zack’s breath started again with a gasp of rebirth. “Wow, baby…” His cognitive process began again a few seconds later and he added, “Am I a water type now? I don’t feel like a fish.”
Sephiroth’s eyes stayed locked on the woman, who stepped towards him. “Mew.”
She finally spoke, “Mewtwo”, taking his hand in hers. She kept moving forward, putting her lips to his and he reciprocated with everything he had while Zack wolf-whistled in the background.