Freudian Twist
May 14th, 2007 02:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skerenTitle: Freudian Twist
Fandom: FF7
Characters: Cloud/Sephiroth
Rating: PG for nudity
Words: 595
Note: This is a not quite humor piece that originated when someone wondered why Seph showed up clothed in AC at me.
Summary: The Sephiroth/Cloud fight in Advent Children rewritten just a mite.
He knew it was a bad idea to let Kadaj get the remains of the head. Nothing good ever came from Jenova, but he was pretty sure the remnant just plain didn't get that. Stubborn, persistent, all the childishly intense traits and that damn charisma of Sephiroth's rolled up into a too young package that wanted something he wasn't ever going to get.
Watching him fall, he leapt to follow, knowing he couldn't give this distance or things would drag out more than they already were. Bring the weapon down and around and…
There, it connected, but really not the way he expected it to…
Masamune?
Sephiroth?
Kadaj had turned into Sephiroth. To say that was jarring was an understatement, and he felt his eyes widen before he sprang backwards, landing quickly as he tried to process the sudden change.
Of course, he didn't really get much further than that as he realized what the man was wearing.
Or, in this case, not wearing.
Which happened to be anything at all.
Masamune in one hand, the only thing the man had covering him was his hair, and he really thought he couldn’t be blamed for the fact he suddenly lost his grip on his sword. Still, it was hardly good for self preservation that he ended up fumbling his weapon and dropping it to the ground with a resounding clang that broke through the quiet that had fallen between them.
Apparently, judging from the stunned look that crossed his face when the silver haired man realized what that breeze he was feeling was and looked down, the man hadn't expected to arrive au natural anymore than he had. Not that the view was bad or anything.
And he was staring. Staring instead of stabbing. Right, stabbing. Stabbing would be very, very nice.
He was highly tempted to smack himself just to get his brain back on track, because while the man may have been a mass of pretty skin and well formed muscles under that silver hair, he was the enemy. One was not supposed to ogle their enemy.
He only just remembered to snatch up his blade before resuming the attack, which thankfully got things on track. With a bit of concerted effort on his part at least, not so much from Sephiroth.
Hard, the rhythm of the battle quickly blocked the nudity from his mind as he slipped back into the mindset, hard fierce blows taking up the whole of his attention as he moved, attack, defend, deal with an obstacle, defend, defend, defend.
He wasn't exactly shocked to find himself slammed down to a final stop after several minutes of this, and the wall at his back as good as jarred him into staring once more at his naked nemesis. Whose crotch was suddenly eye level and… oh gods.
He couldn't do this.
Closing his eyes tightly, he took a deep breath and hoped that the gods would take pity on him, since that was as good as asking for death in this situation. "Can I finish this fight with you after you put some clothes on instead of us doing this now? Please?"
Only silence met the question, and he could almost feel the air of pause that it spurred. Then it was gone. When he opened his eyes to no longer having a naked Sephiroth standing in front of him, he almost, almost sagged in relief.
Then he felt the very intense urge to smack his head against something as he realized that he just let the man get away.
Fandom: FF7
Characters: Cloud/Sephiroth
Rating: PG for nudity
Words: 595
Note: This is a not quite humor piece that originated when someone wondered why Seph showed up clothed in AC at me.
Summary: The Sephiroth/Cloud fight in Advent Children rewritten just a mite.
He knew it was a bad idea to let Kadaj get the remains of the head. Nothing good ever came from Jenova, but he was pretty sure the remnant just plain didn't get that. Stubborn, persistent, all the childishly intense traits and that damn charisma of Sephiroth's rolled up into a too young package that wanted something he wasn't ever going to get.
Watching him fall, he leapt to follow, knowing he couldn't give this distance or things would drag out more than they already were. Bring the weapon down and around and…
There, it connected, but really not the way he expected it to…
Masamune?
Sephiroth?
Kadaj had turned into Sephiroth. To say that was jarring was an understatement, and he felt his eyes widen before he sprang backwards, landing quickly as he tried to process the sudden change.
Of course, he didn't really get much further than that as he realized what the man was wearing.
Or, in this case, not wearing.
Which happened to be anything at all.
Masamune in one hand, the only thing the man had covering him was his hair, and he really thought he couldn’t be blamed for the fact he suddenly lost his grip on his sword. Still, it was hardly good for self preservation that he ended up fumbling his weapon and dropping it to the ground with a resounding clang that broke through the quiet that had fallen between them.
Apparently, judging from the stunned look that crossed his face when the silver haired man realized what that breeze he was feeling was and looked down, the man hadn't expected to arrive au natural anymore than he had. Not that the view was bad or anything.
And he was staring. Staring instead of stabbing. Right, stabbing. Stabbing would be very, very nice.
He was highly tempted to smack himself just to get his brain back on track, because while the man may have been a mass of pretty skin and well formed muscles under that silver hair, he was the enemy. One was not supposed to ogle their enemy.
He only just remembered to snatch up his blade before resuming the attack, which thankfully got things on track. With a bit of concerted effort on his part at least, not so much from Sephiroth.
Hard, the rhythm of the battle quickly blocked the nudity from his mind as he slipped back into the mindset, hard fierce blows taking up the whole of his attention as he moved, attack, defend, deal with an obstacle, defend, defend, defend.
He wasn't exactly shocked to find himself slammed down to a final stop after several minutes of this, and the wall at his back as good as jarred him into staring once more at his naked nemesis. Whose crotch was suddenly eye level and… oh gods.
He couldn't do this.
Closing his eyes tightly, he took a deep breath and hoped that the gods would take pity on him, since that was as good as asking for death in this situation. "Can I finish this fight with you after you put some clothes on instead of us doing this now? Please?"
Only silence met the question, and he could almost feel the air of pause that it spurred. Then it was gone. When he opened his eyes to no longer having a naked Sephiroth standing in front of him, he almost, almost sagged in relief.
Then he felt the very intense urge to smack his head against something as he realized that he just let the man get away.