All FF7 characters and places are Copywrited to Square Soft. They are not
mine *pout*
Hika-chan: This is a little intermediate story from "Empathy" and the
sequel "Beautiful Nightmare." Actually it porbably occurs somewhere in
Beautiful Nightmare, but whatever. *overture starts playing* Oh crap the
story's starting I gotta go! *runs off stage*
Angel or Demon
A FF7 Fanfic by Hika-chan
Ralena opened the case and looked upon the blade that Sephiroth once
weilded, the Masamune. She was almost afraid to touch it. She knew all the
blood that was on the blade, all the pain that remain hidden within it's
folds, all the emptiness and insanity that was held captive in the grip.
But a vauge memory and a gut feeling haunted her, causing her to want know
exactly what happened. A familiar silouette of the figure that she saw so
many years ago, she wanted to be sure if it was him. Now was one of the few
chances she would have to do this without having to worry about the others,
Sephiroth was at school, Aeris was at a neighbor's house, and Vincent was
at work.
Not long after the fall of midgar she had gone with several salvage teams
to see what could be used from the old Shinra HQ. Somehow she had made it
to Sephiroth's old room, and hidden in a small hole in the wall under the
bed she had found her old chocobo doll, still there even six years later.
True it was very worn, but it had been her toy for ten years before she had
given it to the SOLDIER. She had gotten one distinct feeling off the doll,
five words. The regret after completion of a mission and the words, "I'm
sorry Ralena, forgive me."
Bracing herself as always she focused on her memory and lay her hand upon
the hilt. Within seconds brief flashes of a thousand bloodstained screams,
and crimson pleas rushed through her mind as she traveled back to the day,
a year after Sephiroth left her with the Telly family.
* * *
William ran into the house covered in sweat and out of breath. "Jessa!
They've come for her!"
The woman stood dropping her book to the floor, "How did they find her?"
"I don't know. Where are the children?"
Panic and fear was evident in the woman's voice. "They went to play with
Helen's kids, but they should be back any minute. How can we warn them?"
"I don't know but we don't have much tim-" The opening of the door cut off
the man's voice as his wife rushed to his side. The light from the reading
lamp only got as far as the man's waist. His knee high black boots were
partially covered by his jacket and the blade held behind him could not be
fully seen as it extended above the door frame outside. However the lack of
light could not take away from the bright green eyes of the man. Behind him
stood a figure in a suit. The second man stepped forward, he had short
brown slick backed hair.
Cole, the current head of the Turks, looked around the small living room
and made a dramatic sigh before looking at the couple. "So Mr. and Mrs.
Telly isn't it?" the couple didn't respond. "I shall get right to the
point, where is the girl?"
"What girl?" he answered defiantly, "We only have a son."
"I didn't say she was a relative, where is the girl you've been hiding?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, my wife, my son and I live here
alone."
Cole looked the man straight in the eye, "Then why are you so scared that
we're here? You must have done something."
The wife spoke up from behind her husband, "We've done nothing wrong!"
"Jessa please."
"I repeat, then why are you so frightened?"
William answered him calmly, "Who wouldn't be with ShinRa employees
waltzing into their homes. Especially a Turk."
"True, true. I can see how you would be freightened of that. Such a simple,
nice couple. Living your average lives here in the big city of Midgar.
Before I get off the subject I shall get to the point. Give us the girl and
we will leave you to live your simple lives, you might even recieve an
extra nice bonus for your cooperation. But..." He paused to gauge their
reaction, "if you refuse, my comrade here shall be forced to... deal with
you and then we shall take the girl anyway." Jessa tried to make out the
man behind Cole upon noticing this Cole smiled, "You do know who he is
don't you?"
He made a breif motion with his hand and Sephiroth stepped into the light.
The gasps from Jessa and William caused Cole's grin to grow. "So I take it
you have heard of him. So tell me; what is your choice?"
"We don't know who you're talking about," William said flatly. Jessa was
clung to her husband's side eyes watered and tears streaking down her face.
"Oh come come now, her features aren't that common, perhaps you've seen her
at least. Red hair, hazel green eyes, about fourteen or fifteen years old."
"I tell you again, we don't know!"
A chuckle escaped the Turk's lips, "What do you know Sephiroth, good people
do still exist. Too bad their endangered, you know what to do." Cole turned
and headed out the door before he was three steps from the house the couple
was dead and the house was starting to catch fire. Sephiroth stepped out of
the house a few moments later a doll in his hand and his sword straped to
his back. "This is definitly a girl's toy. Played with but fairly new." He
scanned the surrounding area, and he caught sight of a boy in a familiar
alley way and pointed, "there."
Cole looked over just in time to see the boy run out from the alley towards
his burning home. He wasn't really that much of a boy. Sixteen at the
least, he screamed for his parents as he ran towards the house stopping
just outside the door. "Why aren't you doing anything!?" he asked the
strangers standing outside.
"Because," Cole answerd pulling a silenced gun from his coat, "we already
did." He could see the realization cross his face and instant before a
bullet went through his heart. The Turk walked over picked up the boy and
tossed him into the inferno like one would throw a log into the fireplace.
He turned and saw his "comrade" heading toward the alley from which the son
had emerged.
The alley was very dark, whatever streetlights used to be here had
obviously been burned out. He knew someone was here, he could hear their
fast paced breathing and gasps. The light from the blazing fire completely
shadowed his face and caused his hair to appear a light orange color. He
stood at the end of a dumpster. In the corner, huddled up against the wall
and dumpster was the young red-head he had been looking for. He tapped the
side of the dumpster with his hand and Ralena's wide green eyes looked
straight into his. Tears were falling from her eyes and she had looked up
at him with such honest, unbridled, all consuming fear.
Fear. Fear the one thing that he had never wished her to look at him with,
the only thing he dreaded in her. When her eyes met his he had been
completely taken aback, and for the first time since he could remember he
felt fear. He was afriad that she would always remember him as the beast
she saw now. This unrecognizable devil from hell sent to take her from her
haven back to Satan himself. He was afraid that he had just lost the only
friend he had ever had. "Mako eyes..." he whispered suddenly, he had never
noticed it before. He had just realized that her eyes had not always been
plain hazel, they had changed at times, like when he first met her.
Neither knew how much time had passed, it was not long but had felt like
forever. Sephiroth then grabbed something from his jacket and gave it to
her, the doll and the tape recorder box he took from in the house. Ralena
looked at the strange monster and heard one word hoarsly whispered to her,
"run." She slowly raised up to a crouch, her confused fearful eyes never
leaving his, after a second more she followed his command and ran.
He took a few steps after her before Cole approached the entrance to the
alley. "Is she in there?"
He did not turn his eyes from where he had seen her dissapear around the
corner. "No, the boy must have told her to run. Perhaps you should not have
killed him, he could have told us where she would hide."
"I doubt he would have, he was probably a good person too."
"But he was younger, lower pain tolerance."
Cole gave Sephiroth sly grin, "You are a killing machine." Sephiroth
followed the man back to the car. He held nothing but distaste for this man
there was something different from doing what you're told and revelling in
absolute chaos.
Later that night in his room Sephiroth was cleaning his blade, which
he couldn't just seem to manage. He gave up eventually and hung it back up
on the wall. He sat down on his bed and rested his chin on his fist and
stared at it. He had told her that no one ever left the ShinRa. But then
again why couldn't he? When he first thought of helping her escape he
remembered that he could probably kill anyone who tried to stop him. He had
no real alligence to these people. But still...
He pulled his bed away from the wall and pulled out the stuffed
chocobo from the girl whose haven he had just destoyed. He stared at that
for a long while, running his fingers along the seams. Staring into the
formerly glossy eyes, they had dulled with time, dirt, and scracthes. He
looked into them and saw Ralena's eyes in them, all of her eyes. Green,
hazel, happy, sad, hopeful, distressed, content, wonder, puzzled, and fear.
He blinked as he felt the barest wet touch his eyes, "I'm sorry Ralena,
forgive me. Please forgive me."
A knock came to the door disturbing his would be prayer. He shoved
the doll under a pillow and opened the door. Standing in the hall was one
of the new Turk candidates. He wore a blue suit, lighter than those of an
actual Turk's, but his shirt was untucked and not buttoned all the way, he
wasn't even wearing a tie. A pair of goggle like sunglasses were on his
head where his spikey red hair met his face. Sephiroth recognized him as
the young man who was friends with the president's son. He assumed the boy
actually had some fighting abilities and was not just being considered as a
Turk due to his friendship. "What is it?"
Dispite his laid back appearance Reno spoke to him with the
confidence of a soldier though lacking the proper vocabulary. "Rufus' old
man's got another mission for ya next week sir, I was told to bring you the
folder with all the info." He held out the file and waited for Sephiroth to
take it.
Sephiroth gave Reno a queer look and took it, "And why did they tell
you to do this."
"I dunno I guess they wanted to see how I react to intimidating
circumstances."
"And..."
Reno gave the SOLDIER and cocky grin, "I read your file, you've never
killed unless you were ordered to, and since you didn't answer the door
with that blade o' yours ready I'm guessin' your not gonna kill me. So
basically I ain't got a reason to be frightened of you... yet anyway."
Sephiroth grinned, "heh. You're an interesting one. You'll either go
far or die to soon to find out how far you can go."
Reno looked back at him with the same cocky grin, "Anyway I gotta
go," he started to walk off down the hall and held up a hand in a half wave
as he walked away, "See ya around Seph."
What an odd encounter... Sephiroth closed his door and opened the
file, perhaps he could talk to the president about leaving after this
mission was finished. "Hmm... Nibelhiem..."
* * *
Vincent awoke late in the night, he could tell because the moon was
visible through the window. But something wasn't quite right. Then he knew
what it was. Ralena was gone. He sat up and looked around the room. Then he
noticed that the hall way door was cracked open and it was always shut at
night. He got out of bed and walked out into the hall. From what he could
tell none of the lights in the house had been turned on. He looked down the
hall and noticed Sephiroth's door was open, another oddity. He walked over
and noticed Ralena was leaning up against the door, her wet eyes the only
indication of her inner thoughts.
"Ralena?"
"Huh?" She looked up long enough to see who it was then turned her
eyes back to the sleeping boy, "... oh it's you Vincent." They both stood
in silence for several minutes till she spoke up again. "What did they do
to him Vincent? What was he? What did they make him?" She brought her
hands and chin to her chest. "Which was he Vincent? and which is worse? An
angelic demon or a demonic angel?"
He put his arms around her and drew her into an embrace both looking
at the boy. "Whatever he was, Hojo and Jenova saw to clipping his wings."
She smiled and closed her eyes, "Not before he saved me."
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A little more insight on the Sephiroth in from empathy.... don't know what
else to say
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