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[Ongoing] The Return
When; Sunset
Rating; PG-13 [Might go higher, violence]
Characters; Bridget [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kickstartmoon], Mori Ranmaru [elegantorchid], Sephiroth [demonicnova]
Summary; A promise made, and battle owed. After losing someone important with him, Sephiroth needs to act fast in pursuit.. but first, he will repay his debt.
Comments; [ Track this post and post as comments instead of replies to avoid threads disappearing. Posting order as Sephiroth-Ranmaru-Bridget. ]
Log;
He remembered watching people cry here.
It was strange, he couldn't have felt anything then, but now.. now it was even more important that he acted apon what he did not feel.
Hm. A small smile touched his lips. This City had taken away from him, a lot of things he didn't know he had. But at the same time, it had given him something even more important. Well. Many things. Friends.. He'd never understood how.. or why. He just knew.. that it was meaningless to not understand it. Heh. Friendship.. with them.
Roxas. The name lingered for him like a fresh ray of sunlight, just as Ranmaru shone like the moon. Two innocents.. who had never judged him for who he was, or how he was. For what time he had spent with them.. he would cherish it as much as he had with his Zackary. Who was going to have hell to pay when he returned.
How awkward. His thoughts lingered, but he did not dwell on them. Monster, demon, beast.. he'd been called many things.
Yet he was the only person who called me 'beloved'.
Closing his eyes, standing at the gates of the Underworld, Sephiroth regarded the doors, the very doors that were destroyed by the force of his attack, and now restored as though nothing had ever happened. These doors through which he had unexpectedly taken the life of an innocent. While it didn't bother him that he had killed, he had taken away a lot from that child who didn't even have time to fight back.
He was going to return it, and in that fleeting chance, find a way out. He had to find the one most important to him.
Smirking to himself as he thought of the other young samurai, the one who had shown him nothing but kindness since his arrival here, he sighed. The child had given his life to his ungrateful best friend.. that best friend who, without so much of a word of farewell, had abandoned him to live this life.
He was going to find him and strangle him if it was the last thing he did.
And then he would return to Vincent.
Closing his eyes, Masamune held to a side, he kept his back to the world.
Once more, he would walk into the gates of hell.
But this time, he would walk into it willingly.
Rating; PG-13 [Might go higher, violence]
Characters; Bridget [
kickstartmoon], Mori Ranmaru [elegantorchid], Sephiroth [demonicnova]Summary; A promise made, and battle owed. After losing someone important with him, Sephiroth needs to act fast in pursuit.. but first, he will repay his debt.
Comments; [ Track this post and post as comments instead of replies to avoid threads disappearing. Posting order as Sephiroth-Ranmaru-Bridget. ]
Log;
He remembered watching people cry here.
It was strange, he couldn't have felt anything then, but now.. now it was even more important that he acted apon what he did not feel.
Hm. A small smile touched his lips. This City had taken away from him, a lot of things he didn't know he had. But at the same time, it had given him something even more important. Well. Many things. Friends.. He'd never understood how.. or why. He just knew.. that it was meaningless to not understand it. Heh. Friendship.. with them.
Roxas. The name lingered for him like a fresh ray of sunlight, just as Ranmaru shone like the moon. Two innocents.. who had never judged him for who he was, or how he was. For what time he had spent with them.. he would cherish it as much as he had with his Zackary. Who was going to have hell to pay when he returned.
How awkward. His thoughts lingered, but he did not dwell on them. Monster, demon, beast.. he'd been called many things.
Yet he was the only person who called me 'beloved'.
Closing his eyes, standing at the gates of the Underworld, Sephiroth regarded the doors, the very doors that were destroyed by the force of his attack, and now restored as though nothing had ever happened. These doors through which he had unexpectedly taken the life of an innocent. While it didn't bother him that he had killed, he had taken away a lot from that child who didn't even have time to fight back.
He was going to return it, and in that fleeting chance, find a way out. He had to find the one most important to him.
Smirking to himself as he thought of the other young samurai, the one who had shown him nothing but kindness since his arrival here, he sighed. The child had given his life to his ungrateful best friend.. that best friend who, without so much of a word of farewell, had abandoned him to live this life.
He was going to find him and strangle him if it was the last thing he did.
And then he would return to Vincent.
Closing his eyes, Masamune held to a side, he kept his back to the world.
Once more, he would walk into the gates of hell.
But this time, he would walk into it willingly.
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On those they would be leaving behind?
Come armed.. Ranmaru did so, then. His nodachi, however, remained strapped to his back. He wasn't going to fight until it was necessary.
Sephiroth had been a strange one, indeed. Ever since he arrived here, Ranmaru and him had a quiet rapport, but it had never gone beyond a father-son relationship. And Ranmaru had been happy to see, that it lingered with Roxas as well.
His friend was happy now, but.. Bridget..
Ranmaru paused in his thoughts as he remembered the boy and his heart ached. Poor Bridget-kun.. he thought to himself. But now..
He didn't know what Sephiroth was going to do.
But at that moment, he wished that more than anything, that his unhappiness wouldn't cause him pain.
Stepping up behind him, Ranmaru kept his hands to his sides, watching the silverhaired man closely.
"I am here." he spoke clearly, referring to himself in first person. He did so, when he was absolutely serious. "What is your will, Sephiroth-sama?
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With his name spoken, the silverhaired man turned to regard the young samurai. They were but from such different worlds that it was hard to not believe they were but one and the same. In Ranmaru, he saw the man he was, could have been, and never became.
Granted, he'd never been as friendly as the boy, but even so.
Keeping the Masamune blade held a few inches above the ground, the man clad in black turned swiftly-- he'd always held a sort of ethereality around him, and it showed in his actions.. he'd never been human.
Meeting the page's silver gaze with his own emerald one, he stepped forward, watching closely how the boy didn't move or even look frightened. A smile touched his lips and then--
With a sharp swing, he lifted the sword, the blade flying and then, stopped the tip just short of Ranmaru's neck.
And stood there, with his arm outstretched, the smile never wavering as he held the blade to the boy's throat, keeping their gaze locked.
"A true warrior shows no fear, Ranmaru." he spoke quietly. "I am glad you did not disappoint me."
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Then, he smiled.
"Ranmaru has been told he does not disappoint in many things." was his reply, as he raised his hand gently, and tentatively, he touched his fingers to the outstretched width of the blade as if touching an animal, finding without surprise that when he touched the edges, thin, papercut like lines began to bleed over the digits.
Drawing his hand back and rubbing his fingers together, as Sephiroth lowered the blade, he met the silver-haired man's eyes once more.
"Why did you call us here, Sephiroth-sama?" the honorific was given in respect.
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They learned much better this way.
As he lowered the sword, Sephiroth then raised his other hand, and took the hand that Ranmaru had cut on the edge of Masamune. Holding it in his, noticing the boy had carefully covered the back of his palm with his wristguards, but left his fingers revealed, he observed the injury.
Then, turning Ranmaru's hand upwards, so that the palm and fingers were revealed to him, he pressed his lips to the cuts, closing his eyes as he did so.
It was as much of a bow of respect to the boy that he would ever give. The only person he'd ever lower his head to, was the other who he would pursue once this was over.
Then, he raised his head, looking into Ranmaru's eyes again and released his hand, moving it to touch the side of his cheek and observed him closely.
"You have been through much here, more than I. As has the child named Bridget, unrightfully slain by my blade." he told him. Gaze never wavering, he chuckled softly. "You have done much for me and being capable of this, I will repay you as I know best."
Letting his hand move up to touch the boy's bangs, he found himself memorising his features, and slowly, trailing his fingers away, he let his hand drop to the side.
Vincent and him.. they have the same eyes.
"Forgive my forwardness, Ranmaru." he apologised, as he slowly took a step back. "My feelings.. heh. Got the better of me."
From the way he spoke, it was clear to see did not mean feelings towards Ranmaru, but towards the one he wanted to reach.
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But even then, being here, out of the environment of his home, he had adapted to this world, become part of it, and acted accordingly.
He hadn't tried to turn this world into his own.
Ranmaru was grateful for that.
A home was a home, and this was a time between times. They would leave, move on. It was best not to make them places they didn't have to be and couldn't ever become.
Once Sephiroth stepped back, Ranmaru's cheeks tinged with a light blush, and he nodded his head in understanding. He didn't need to comment on that, he knew too well how feelings played a part in their actions. He too, had acted out of love for his companions and learned an important lesson, they too were fleeting as the petals on a breeze.
"It is alright." came his response, and even Sephiroth smiled at him. Then, stepping back with a slight bow of his head, Ranmaru looked to a side.
"I think I understand why you called me here. Feelings are but a strange thing." he laughed softly. "Very well, then. We have but one more warrior. And the game can begin."