The Right Hand Path - Collections
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skerenTitle: Collections
Arc: The Right Hand Path
Fandom: FF7
Characters: Sephiroth, Cloud, and Zack
Rating: G
Words: 604
Note: This would be part five.
Summary: This is a universe in which Sephiroth was jarred back into his clone too early, and was taken with Zack and Cloud when they broke out, before Cloud ended up in a mako coma.
When they reached the edge of the settlement there were voices, the murmur of a crowd, the scents of too many people in too small a space. It was more city than town, more civilized than not, and he could only think that he needed to pay attention. He wanted to touch the cords, test if they were doing as he wished, but that would be far from wise as things stood.
Cloud was watching him again, the look that implied he knew that he was doing something and wanted him to explain, but not now, and not here. The look vaguely made him regret his lost height, though he knew that eventually he would hit the growth spurt again that had given it to him previously. The lack made people so much more dismissive of the fact that when Cloud grabbed his wrist and pulled him along he didn't exactly go willingly for the first half second. The rest of it was taken care of by their appearances.
Whatever else Zack was and ever had been, he wasn't unobservant, and it was disconcerting to realize that the locals did take him and Cloud as siblings. The murmurs of a few of the elderly they passed, at least, implied as much, one person commenting on the foolishness of youth and questioning his choice of hair. Others agreed, and there was at least one among the faceless lot that seemed to wish them quickly out of her city.
In all, however, they made it to where Zack had wanted them to meet unhindered. It wasn't the best section of the town, but it was secluded, not the sort of place to immediately draw the eye if not empty. It also wasn't, apparently, the sort of place where anyone cared in the least of what happened, and it was genuine startlement that widened his eyes as Cloud pushed him abruptly against a wall out of direct view of the street.
"What have you been doing Sephiroth?" The words weren't angry, but they were low, demanding, and when he met the eyes, he had a brief beat where he wondered if the blond had really not noticed his experimenting. The feeling passed quickly, but he knew he would have to be careful in the future. He'd been caught this once.
"Cloud."
"The truth."
He shivered a little, not sure what he'd intended to say, but he didn't try to capture the thought, just peering at the blond from the close proximity, feeling the muscled body holding, though not pinning, him in place. He wasn't at all certain what was going on. "You aren't the only one I feel anymore."
"I know. That doesn't tell me what you did Sephiroth."
"I tried to make a distraction." Their eyes locked, the blond frowning slightly as blue studied green, a pull of that still not quite comfortable intimacy sliding along his mind. He was braced for his answer to have consequences, demands, something.
"Don't tell Zack."
But it didn't come. He didn't press at all, just watched him, waiting for a reply to his order. He hadn't expected the reaction, hadn't even considered that the blond would grasp the practicality of this particular attempt. "I won't."
Then there was a nod, and he found himself catching his feet as he was abruptly released, left to attempt understanding as to what just happened. He didn't know what it meant for him, but it was important. Very important.
He would have to uncover the meaning soon. First, however, he had to catch up to the blond striding away from him.
Arc: The Right Hand Path
Fandom: FF7
Characters: Sephiroth, Cloud, and Zack
Rating: G
Words: 604
Note: This would be part five.
Summary: This is a universe in which Sephiroth was jarred back into his clone too early, and was taken with Zack and Cloud when they broke out, before Cloud ended up in a mako coma.
When they reached the edge of the settlement there were voices, the murmur of a crowd, the scents of too many people in too small a space. It was more city than town, more civilized than not, and he could only think that he needed to pay attention. He wanted to touch the cords, test if they were doing as he wished, but that would be far from wise as things stood.
Cloud was watching him again, the look that implied he knew that he was doing something and wanted him to explain, but not now, and not here. The look vaguely made him regret his lost height, though he knew that eventually he would hit the growth spurt again that had given it to him previously. The lack made people so much more dismissive of the fact that when Cloud grabbed his wrist and pulled him along he didn't exactly go willingly for the first half second. The rest of it was taken care of by their appearances.
Whatever else Zack was and ever had been, he wasn't unobservant, and it was disconcerting to realize that the locals did take him and Cloud as siblings. The murmurs of a few of the elderly they passed, at least, implied as much, one person commenting on the foolishness of youth and questioning his choice of hair. Others agreed, and there was at least one among the faceless lot that seemed to wish them quickly out of her city.
In all, however, they made it to where Zack had wanted them to meet unhindered. It wasn't the best section of the town, but it was secluded, not the sort of place to immediately draw the eye if not empty. It also wasn't, apparently, the sort of place where anyone cared in the least of what happened, and it was genuine startlement that widened his eyes as Cloud pushed him abruptly against a wall out of direct view of the street.
"What have you been doing Sephiroth?" The words weren't angry, but they were low, demanding, and when he met the eyes, he had a brief beat where he wondered if the blond had really not noticed his experimenting. The feeling passed quickly, but he knew he would have to be careful in the future. He'd been caught this once.
"Cloud."
"The truth."
He shivered a little, not sure what he'd intended to say, but he didn't try to capture the thought, just peering at the blond from the close proximity, feeling the muscled body holding, though not pinning, him in place. He wasn't at all certain what was going on. "You aren't the only one I feel anymore."
"I know. That doesn't tell me what you did Sephiroth."
"I tried to make a distraction." Their eyes locked, the blond frowning slightly as blue studied green, a pull of that still not quite comfortable intimacy sliding along his mind. He was braced for his answer to have consequences, demands, something.
"Don't tell Zack."
But it didn't come. He didn't press at all, just watched him, waiting for a reply to his order. He hadn't expected the reaction, hadn't even considered that the blond would grasp the practicality of this particular attempt. "I won't."
Then there was a nod, and he found himself catching his feet as he was abruptly released, left to attempt understanding as to what just happened. He didn't know what it meant for him, but it was important. Very important.
He would have to uncover the meaning soon. First, however, he had to catch up to the blond striding away from him.
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