Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
A/N: My idea for this came from Sephiroth and all the stuff he says that makes him sound homosexual, and…and Cloud's obsession with finding him and…yeah. Enjoy.
Or, at least, try to enjoy. I'm trying!! TT^TT
Warnings: Shounen ai
He had seen Cloud once or twice before the Nibelheim Fire, and he knew that Zack had been fond of him. At the reactor, when he saw the determined light in those eyes, and the hatred swirling within the blue depths, he had felt a spark of hatred flare for the boy in return.
Or, at least, that's what he told himself as he pierced the boy's stomach with the blade and lifted him in the air. It's what Mother had told him.
In the Northern Crater, Cloud had come to him like the puppet he was, bringing with him the Black Materia, as Mother wanted. The blonde's strings had been pulled easily, even after the death of the Ancient at Mother's hands. She had taken on his form to dispose of the traitorous Cetra.
Cloud's hatred for him grew, as Sephiroth wanted.
Yes, hate me. Try to fight it, but you know you are always a puppet…Mother's puppet, and my own. You'll come when I call, and though you excuse it as wanting revenge…deep down, you know the truth…you can't survive without me…Cloud.
The battle in the lifestream had even caught Sephiroth off guard, as he had not expected Cloud to be so strong. He hadn't accepted defeat, and refused to become a part of the Planet Cloud had so bravely fought for.
Two years was how long it took for Sephiroth to put his Remnants in place, and soon after, he was fighting a battle with Cloud once more.
"Good to see you…Cloud," he had said, watching the look of horror in those beautiful blue eyes just before he sent the blonde flying upward. He flew past him, touching down gracefully on top of a building.
At Cloud's demand for the Nightmare to reveal his desires, Sephiroth had unknowingly lied: "What I want, Cloud, is to sail the darkness of the cosmos with this planet as my vessel. Just like my mother did, long ago. And someday we will find a new planet, and on its soil we will create a shining future." That…was what Jenova wanted. What Sephiroth truly wanted was to take Cloud into his arms, and make him his, and his alone, and keep Cloud at his side for all eternity.
"What about this planet?" Cloud shouted, glaring up into serpentine green eyes.
"Well…that's up to you, Cloud."
And so they fought. Sephiroth went easy on the blonde, though he could tell Cloud was giving it his all. He mocked him, tormented him, and it served well to feed the small swordsman's hatred. A little too well, it seemed.
"On your knees. I want you to beg for forgiveness."
Not too long after, and he had knocked Cloud to the ground, and stabbed him through his shoulder, Masamune's blade piercing even the wall the blonde had fallen against. The soft gasp of pain that greeted Sephiroth's ears as he did so caused something inside of him—something Mother had no influence over—to speak, though Sephiroth didn't understand completely at the time.
"Tell me what you cherish most…give me the pleasure of taking it away?"
He wanted Cloud all to himself…Sephiroth was all alone, and he wanted the blonde to suffer the same fate. He wanted to be the only thing left for Cloud, and the only one Cloud could turn to.
And over a year later, upon his awakening once more, did he realize that. He would act on the urge to take Cloud for himself, and Cloud would come to him, the willing puppet he always was.
…Huh. Well, Tobi-Uchiha, there ya go. If I get enough encouragement, I'll write more.