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FFVII: Beyond
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: He sees it all. Game canon only.
Time folds out like a carpet beneath him. He doesn't go far, not yet, doesn't want to take those first sacred steps -- like dark, huge boot prints in fresh white snow. Except that time and space isn't fresh, isn't pure, isn't white. It's tainted. Tainted with blood.
He knows his heritage now, knows it and feels it stirring inside him. He is... something else. He hears voices, somanyvoices, all crying out to him at once. He glares at them, reaches for a weapon he left, somewhere, left behind, oh.
They shut up, anyway, because in anger he could tear the worlds. He revels in the knowledge that they fear him, and reaches to hold them in the palm of his hand -- cradling, crushing.
He understands.
He sees his parents, where he came from -- sees everything. The woman, the pathetic scientist, and a small child. He sees the coffin man, and the kid (notakid) with the spiky blond hair and the mako eyes. He sees a ninja, and feels like laughing. He sees a man with a gunarm and a beautiful girl -- dead. He sees his sword. He sees grief and pain. He can see inside -- throbbing organs, the beats sofast and so-o-o-oslow.
He can see past, into another world, beyond comprehension. He blinks, slowly, faster, and it takes millenia but only a split second. Comprehension comes.
He sees through time and knows he will be defeated.
And he laughs, unhinged, not accepting what he knows.
Sephiroth steps into the world beyond the world.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: He sees it all. Game canon only.
Time folds out like a carpet beneath him. He doesn't go far, not yet, doesn't want to take those first sacred steps -- like dark, huge boot prints in fresh white snow. Except that time and space isn't fresh, isn't pure, isn't white. It's tainted. Tainted with blood.
He knows his heritage now, knows it and feels it stirring inside him. He is... something else. He hears voices, somanyvoices, all crying out to him at once. He glares at them, reaches for a weapon he left, somewhere, left behind, oh.
They shut up, anyway, because in anger he could tear the worlds. He revels in the knowledge that they fear him, and reaches to hold them in the palm of his hand -- cradling, crushing.
He understands.
He sees his parents, where he came from -- sees everything. The woman, the pathetic scientist, and a small child. He sees the coffin man, and the kid (notakid) with the spiky blond hair and the mako eyes. He sees a ninja, and feels like laughing. He sees a man with a gunarm and a beautiful girl -- dead. He sees his sword. He sees grief and pain. He can see inside -- throbbing organs, the beats sofast and so-o-o-oslow.
He can see past, into another world, beyond comprehension. He blinks, slowly, faster, and it takes millenia but only a split second. Comprehension comes.
He sees through time and knows he will be defeated.
And he laughs, unhinged, not accepting what he knows.
Sephiroth steps into the world beyond the world.