Mother

A/N: For ai ici lover
Fandom:FF7, and Bleach.
Pairing/Characters: The Silver Haired Men of FF7, Shunsei and Ukitake.
Warnings:Character death, AU, OOC, Fluff.
Summery: The boys decide that they want a new mother.
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters in this fanfiction.

“Mother used us all.”

Sephiroth shook, as if it was freezing, although it was temperate where they where. It was such an insult, such a sadness...

“How dare she!”

Sephiroth, with the help of his younger siblings, had succeeded in performing mother's greatest desires, and they had gotten mother first class to another planet, at the expense of their home world and all it's inhabitants.

The destruction had been beyond compare, the new world exciting, and once things were said and done, Mother wanted more.

There was not the love they had craved, and they were slowly regaining their self awareness, of those loved and lost, and what might have been. Sephiroth suffered the worst, remembering bleakly the lower he had tormented and inevitably killed...

All because a corpse with mind control had promised them that they would be reborn as children, and given the mother they so craved.

And look at them now...

What fools they had been.

Sephiroth stood there, listening to Mother prattle on about her whims and needs, how already she was ready to move on, while he watched Loz rocked back and forth like an abused animal, heard Kadaj's screams, and smelled the blood from where Yazoo was mutilating himself so he wouldn't cry.

He was big brother, yet he had let them all be hurt...

And all of the sudden, he had an epiphany.

“Kadaj?”

“..Wha..What?”

“Hand me Mother, I want to hold her for a bit.”

“...Ok.”

As he cradled the once precious box in his hands, he could almost hear her screams and pleading as she racked him and his sibling with pain, torturing them to try and survive. She knew the darkness in his heart well, for she had encouraged it.

“My son...”

“No, I am not. I want another mother.”

And after the enraged cry of “Sin Harvest”, the four headed out, to find what they wanted and needed.

“Ah, my dear, what have you gotten yourself into this time?”

Shunsei looked at his beautiful lover, whom was laying on the porch, with four children curled up around him, all of them with a tiny fist entwined in his white hair. They all shared that in common, just as snow pale and lovely as he, and all of them looked under ten years of age.

“Where did you get them?”

“Ah, they were found after an odd explosion in the living world, and were brought here. They sought me out, evading many, until they found me, declaring I was their mother.”

“And you accepted this?”

Ukitake stroked the hair of the eldest of them, whom was crying a bit in his sleep, and the child calmed. Ukitake looked up and smiled, looking happier and healthier in that moment than he had ever in his life.

“Do you think I could turn them away? Look at them, it's like they're actually our's.”

Shunsui regarded them, and had to admit is seemed so, they could have been their children, the ones that Ukitake cried for and wanted, but had never been blessed with. He then sat down himself, after kissing Ukitake gently.

“Ah, fine with me, although I have to say, this wasn't how I expected my children to be mothered.”

They smiled, and talked quietly, while the four dreamed, finally free of their false mother. They knew, as they let their memories of the past fade, and their darkness with it, that this was their real mother, and that they had made the right choice.

They were finally home.