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Walking Out on Destiny	By : HarliqueenNight Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2575 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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A/N: from here on the trio will be adults meaning the hi-jinks get even more fun! XD let's get past this new beginning. Btw THANK YOU for making episode 12 the highest reviewed so far XD.

WARNING: this chapter contains sex. dun like dun read

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Walking Out on Destiny

Episode 13: Hands Clean

"And I do

All of the things I have to

Keeping you off my mind

But when I think I will be alright

I am always wrong..."

~My Hands – Leona Lewis~

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Year 16 of the Jenova Project – Midgar Press

ShinRa expected to take off to the stars in about eight years. They have been working adamantly on a specialty rocket with the renowned Fleet Commander Cidney Highwind Jr., son of equally infamous Cidney Highwind Sr. He's taken his father's dreams of the sky and taken them higher. Everyone will have their eyes on the stars during the progress of the Space Program.

In other news, after a suspicious disappearance for almost a year, Dr. Lucrecia Crescent-Hojo has returned to ShinRa Science Department under a waiver from President ShinRa. The leading lady of science has taken the stage once again while her leading man has taken her place in the missing cases. That's right; the renowned Professor Kanaye Hojo has secluded himself under his own volition and disappeared from the Labs of ShinRa. Could he be working on some new project that could change the world, or could he be escaping the annoyances of a rocky marriage. We'll keep everyone in the rumor mill posted

Look out; the new advanced SOLDIER program has taken off. The first of a new breed of SOLDIERS are raising brows at the Boot Camp out of town. Sephiroth, known prodigy of Hojo and first in what will definitely be a long line of super SOLDIERs, is making a big splash for the old heads. Thanks to both Proffessor Hojo's new mixture of Mako and his own talent, Sephiroth is going to become a name that will grace the headlines; I bet my money on it!

In international news, Lady ShinRa takes a trip to Wutai to attempt to smooth over a fiasco that, get this, President ShinRa has made. Despite the woman being wheelchair bound we all know that won't stop her doing what she needs to do, bless her heart. Lady ShinRa is in peace talks with the Current Emperor who called President ShinRa out on racism after he and the President had talked of building a Reactor. The Emperor refused and things got a little heated. Let's hope Lady ShinRa can keep ShinRa Inc out of a war it doesn't need to fight…

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Year 18 of the Jenova Project: SOLDIER Training Base - SOLDIER training graduation

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Tseng sat next to Veld having grown three inches since Vincent died. He wore his hair down today, his bangs falling neatly around his face. His gray eyes were covered by a pair of field shades that were standard issue to Turk. His uniform was still a simple blue but he had already jumped ahead a year in AR academy and would graduating in a few weeks to become an actual field agent. He watched as Sephiroth and Genesis marched out with five others who were at the top of their class and had been given promotion to 3rd Class fresh out of training. Sephiroth stood tall and proud bringing a small smile to Tseng's face. His silvery hair was pinned back in its usual ponytail and had been brushed until it shined in the afternoon sun. Genesis had changed. He stood at Sephiroth's shoulder with his ginger red hair cut neatly around his face while the rest was held in a clip in the back. Same old Genisis not caring that he looked more female than the actual women graduating. His freckles had lessened and his skin had taken a better color from long training hours in the sun. His ever changing eyes glanced at Sephiroth with a gentle smile on plush lips.

President ShinRa presented them with their 3rd Class medals, his fat grubby arms having to stretch up to Sephiroth's imposing height. The boy didn't even bother to lean closer. Instead he went on to Lady ShinRa who sat in her chair with her hair pulled back in an intricate bun. Her eye was covered by curled bangs and she smiled beautifully at him. He leaned down for her and hugged her. Lady ShinRa had taken over Vincent's stead as his guardian though he and Tseng still lived in the house. Once the processions were through Genesis kissed him during the cheering and he held the redhead against him by the waist.

Tseng stood and walked toward them in slow strides. Genesis snatched the glasses off his face and tugged him into an embrace. "Oh Tseng, look at you! You think you're all grown and stuff!"

Tseng actually hugged him back. "Genesis, still loud as ever," his voice came out in a deep dulcet tone.

Genesis and Sephiroth's jaw dropped. Genesis shoved him back. "What the hell happened to your voice?"

Tseng tilted his head in confusion. "I think…its called puberty," he said.

"That's…so weird," Sephiroth said but was smiling.

"I think its sexy. You got those deep Wutai vocals like Daddy Vincent had!"

Tseng actually blushed and shook his head. "Anyway! Congratulations are in order. I can't stay long, but I brought something you both would enjoy." He held up a bottle of Dumb Apple Wine. "Drink it responsibly, don't do anything stupid and enjoy it inside!"

Genessis bounced on his feet, nodding excitedly at Tseng's rules. "Give it, give it, give it!"

Tseng held out the bottle, but held it away from Genesis's eager hands. He gave it to Sephiroth. "I trust you to be more responsible than this heathen."

The silvered haired boy laughed. "I think anyone is more trustworthy with alcohol than Genesis!"

"That's so evil of you! Tseng, you aren't too old to bend over my knee! Respect your elders."

"Genesis, the day you have me over your knee will be the day the President ShinRa drops forty pounds."

"Nice one, Tseng. So what are you going to do that's so important?"

"I have an out of town training mission and I have to choose a partner. Though so far, I don't see anyone I will like working with. Anyway, I'll be gone for the night so," he fished a newly made set of keys from his pocket. "I've had the locks changed since then. I want you and your friends to have a good time during your week off. Angeal, I hear, will be back in a couple of days from his detail in Junon. There have been a few terrorist attacks on the Junon cannon but nothing serious. Don't open the wine until he's there to enjoy it, am I understood?"

Sephiroth smiled at how Tseng had taken on the role of the adult in their little makeshift family. It was both amusing and painful to watch. Tseng just reminded him so much of Vincent in the way he talked, walked, and interacted with them. He was quick with details and orders, but beneath every word was underlying kindness and caring. He didn't realize how long he had been looking at Tseng until the Wutaian gave him a questioning look. He shook his head dismissively and thanked him for the wine. The fifteen year old Turk looked at his watch.

"I have to be going now," he said. "Sorry I can't be there to celebrate with you, but I feel it will be celebrated just fine without me."

Genesis reached out and roughed Tseng's neatly slicked back hair. "Be careful, Tseng."

"Yeah, don't make us worry. Let us know when you get wherever it is you're going. You don't have to tell us where you are but at least let us know you've gotten there safely."

"I'm going to be there with Melitta so I will be fine."

"Still," Sephiroth insisted. "I want to hear from you."

Tseng blinked in surprise then nodded. "I will."

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Genesis looked around the Valentine residence with jaded gray eyes. "It hasn't changed."

"Yeah, Tseng said he never moved anything. He kept everything exactly the way Vincent left it," Sephiroth said distantly as they walked in.

"Can imagine living in this house like Tseng did?" Genesis mused. "Waking up every now and then hoping to hear Vincent come home from a late night of work? Passing by the room and checking to see if the man is asleep, forgetting what you know to be true. I wouldn't be able to be strong like Tseng. It would drive me crazy."

Sephiroth looked at the folded blankets on the couch and neatly fluffed pillow. Tseng must've never taken Veld up on the offer to alter the house so that he would have his room. The only thing that told anyone that Tseng inhabited the living room was that sleeping set and a neatly lain out Wutaian tea set. Sephiroth sat on the couch, having forgotten how wonderful it felt. Genesis sat beside him and toyed with a tea cup.

"How is it that someone so much younger than us like Tseng manages to carry the weight better than we do?"

Genesis shrugged. "That's how some people are. It's not about weak or strong; everyone handles it their own way. Tseng wasn't afraid to say he missed Vincent and he wasn't afraid to say he loved him more than anything in this world. Hell, I think Daddy Vincent was god in Tseng's eyes. He's kept this place in perfect order like a temple to the man, letting devout worshipers come in and pay homage to the spirit under his watchful eye. Heh, I wouldn't be surprised if Tseng came home each day and cleaned everything no matter how tired he was just to keep away age and preserve memory."

"And I abandoned him by never coming home for holidays," Sephiroth said quietly. "I just sent him letters and gifts not even trying to be there for him."

"Oh Seph, no. You made the decision that was best for you just like Tseng made the decision best for him. I hate to say it, but I can't imagine what you'd be like if you had locked yourself inside this house and devoted your time and energy to keeping Vincent alive in this place. You wouldn't be who you are anymore and…I don't know if I could handle it if you weren't."

Sephiroth looked at Genesis and gave a grim smile. His gloved hand brushed the redhead's cheek. "Come here," he commanded.

Genesis slipped off his jacket and nimbly slipped into Sephiroth's lap. Sephiroth pulled him down into a gentle kiss that held promises that they had been waiting years for. Quickie fondling behind thin barrack walls, a groping desperate hand here and there in cold field tents, and hidden kisses around every corner had led them here. Vincent's death had put distance between them, but Genesis had gone along without a fuss while Sephiroth grieved and tried to be there for Tseng. His patience had been rewarded by Sephiroth's growing affection for him and now that they were just that much older, they suddenly saw each other in a different light. The adolescent curiosities had gradually given way to the surety that adults felt when they chose lovers and their hesitation and clumsiness had all but disappeared. The awkwardness between them had long disappeared making such a thing as foreplay easy and natural.

Sephiroth slowly unbuttoned Genesis's SOLDIER dress shirt and slid it off his no longer thin frame. Training had forced the almost too skinny body to bulk up to a nice cozy athletic build. A defined but not sculpted six-pack lay beneath a lifted muscle shirt. Once awkwardly pale skin had become so beautifully creamy and Sephiroth knew every inch of it. He leaned forward and placed gentle kisses on Genesis's stomach before plunging his tongue into his navel. A gentle cry and nails digging into the fabric were all Sephiroth heard as he lapped at the tiny hole and ghosted his fingers up the redhead's back. He pulled back and pushed the muscle shirt further up, his mouth finding pert nipples and worrying them with his sharpened teeth. Genesis always got a scary excitement at the feel of Sephiroth's canines when they brushed over the sensitive nubs. He always thought one wrong arch would make the silver haired boy bite one clean off. It was a silly fear, but one that excited him. Genesis threaded his fingers into silken hair and his fingers unconsciously massaged Sephiroth's scalp. The boy's eyes went half lidded and he had to pull away.

"If you're going to start with your hair fetishes then we need to get off the couch," Sephiroth warned.

"Good point," Genesis giggled and winked. "I don't think Tseng wanted us to take those kinda liberties on the spot he sleeps in."

Sephiroth smirked and took Genesis's ass in both hands and squeezed. He lifted them both off the couch forcing Genesis to wrap his legs around him and carried him. During the walk, Genesis nibbled on his neck and whispered horrible things into his ear making him kick the door to his room open much harder than he meant to. Sneakily, he pulled the pin from Genesis hair and dropped him on the back on his bed. The desired effect was achieved. Genesis lay on his back, pants hanging low and shirt pulled up his chest. His hair was splayed around him in gentle waves and his half-lidded eyes were dark purple with lust. Sephiroth smirked and relieved himself of his jacket and dress shirt. He slid over the redhead, his chest pressing against Genesis and his tongue delving into a willing mouth.

Genesis slipped his hands up Sephiroth's sides that offered a light tickling sensation. He kicked at his boots until his feet were free of them and his socks soon followed. He propped up his legs on the bed and arched against Sephiroth when the kiss was broken and urgent lips found his neck. An open mouth scream broke free of his throat when Sephiroth bit down hard on his pulse, drawing blood. Sephiroth pulled away with a bit of Genesis's blood falling down the side of his mouth. He licked it away and crushed their mouths together. That heady scent of Mako tainted blood set off that primal attraction they had always seemed to have for each other. Things began to move faster as Genesis clawed the buttons of Sephiroth's pants while their tongues danced and fought with each other the way their swords often clashed. Sephiroth did the same to his, succeeding in slipping them off. He pulled back only for a second to pull of his own pants making Genesis pause and stare.

"Sephiroth, dear…you're not wearing underwear…"

"Nope, haven't worn underwear since last year," Sephiroth boasted. "Tight ass uniforms make it uncomfortable!"

"And here I thought I was a slut for wearing silk underwear. You're just running around bare assed."

"I just call it an unnecessary obstruction of what I want!" Sephiroth tugged Genesis leg so that he was closer.

The redhead yelped but moaned when their flesh was pressed against each other. His eyes dilated where Sephiroth's became catlike slits. "Goddess sake, Sephiroth, when did you get so big?"

"While you were busy scaring the homophobes," Sephiroth muttered, kissing his way down Genesis's chest and stomach. "I got big, I got strong, and I got good!" he trailed his tongue down Genesis light treasure trail before ripping in two said slutty underwear with his bare teeth. Before Genesis could protest, Sephiroth's mouth had him. Anything he was going to say died on his tongue and it took everything in him to not arch off the bed. Practice and mishaps had surprisingly turned Sephiroth into a hell of a dick sucker. That fact made Genesis laugh and he often used it as ammunition in their playful arguments. Right now though, he was appreciating the fact that the super SOLDIER excelled at everything he tried.

"Seph, wait!" Genesis moaned. "Wait, wait, wait."

Sephiroth growled ignoring him, the vibration sending electric waves of pleasure up Genesis spine. He cursed and tugged at Sephiroth's hair forcing the ministrations to stop. "What?"

"I don't wanna come yet," Genesis pouted.

"…really?" Sephiroth said blandly. "I've barely done anything and you're already there?"

"Hey! We haven't actually touched each other in six months cause you wanted to wait!"

"Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch," Sephiroth mumbled and lay over Genesis. "You really need to learn when to shut up. You're mouth is a kill joy."

"Funny, you didn't say that the last time I was on my knees with your-Mmph!"

Sephiroth silenced him with a kiss. Genesis didn't know when he had had time to put the lube on his fingers (probably while he was moaning and writhing) but he felt one finger curiously trace his entrance before carefully entering. This was nothing new, Genesis had actually been fingered before but for some reason, because it was Sephiroth, he couldn't help feeling nervous. Perhaps it was because they both were still virgins to this part of the game. Genesis twitched nervously in their kiss as Sephiroth explored inside him and his hands trembled. Sephiroth noticed the change and slowed their kiss down to a gentle, more controlled one. Genesis slowly relaxed in his arms and moaned against his mouth. Sephiroth moved his fingers just as he had read and learned. He had admitted to no one that he had practiced on himself simply because he had rather hurt himself than Genesis. He'd gotten very good at finding that little bundle of nerves on himself and now he realized Genesis wasn't so different. He felt and heard it when he found it.

"Holy fuck mothering shit!" Genesis cried bucking off the bed.

"And thus the neighbors bang on the walls," Sephiroth joked.

One, two, and finally three fingers before the redhead was loose and impatiently clawing at him to continue. Sephiroth sat back and lifted Genesis legs up to his shoulders gently playing his fingers over creamy peach thighs and placing gentle kisses on his legs. He paused when Genesis placed a trembling hand on his chest, a look of last minute apprehension on his face. His purple eyes were clouded by lust but Sephiroth would've been a fool if he had missed the blatant fear there. Sephiroth smiled a little crookedly and brought Genesis's hand over his heart so he could feel how fast it raced in his chest. They were both scared, even though Sephiroth fought hard not to let it show. Genesis licked his lips and looked away, slowly drawing his hand back but Sephiroth grabbed it and kissed it gently.

"I don't want to hurt you, G." he asked gently. "Are you sure?"

Genesis didn't trust his voice to answer. Instead he gave a beautiful, gentle smile and nodded. Sephiroth was careful, very careful, but it didn't stop the initial shock and the initial pain. Genesis turned his head away and clenched his eyes shut trying to school his expression once he had been entered. He felt Sephiroth enter him completely and lay over him and a few tears of pain come down his cheeks. Sephiroth wiped them gently.

"It's not like getting your ears done," Sephiroth whispered as they lay there still. "I'm sorry. You don't have to hide it if it hurts."

"It's not that…I'm not hiding it for you," Genesis said in a slightly strained voice. "I just…I…"

Sephiroth kissed him gently, delved his tongue into a warm mouth. It was okay, he could wait as long as Genesis needed to and that was what he had planned on doing all along. It was difficult, the tight appealing warmth of what he'd always wanted holding onto him like the sweetest embrace. Still, he fought for calm and stillness because the last thing he wanted was to hurt his friend. However, it came to a point where he could not, and he gave an experimental thrust just to test the waters. Genesis let out a small squeak of a sound making him laugh a bit.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just weird…surprisingly."

"It's weird hearing that from you."

He pulled out and thrust again, slowly until the strange squeaks turned into drawn out moans and gasps. Genesis clawed his bed on every thrust until finally they became lost in the act itself. Every now and then Genesis felt a hard thrust against his prostate and would scream Sephiroth's name in surprise. Sephiroth's hand would stroke him in time with every thrust as he tried to make it as pleasurable as possible. His nails raked up Sephiroth's back and Sephiroth's teeth dug into his skin. It was clumsy, unrefined, but it didn't matter because every time they caught each others eyes, they realized they loved each other. The closeness they had been building too since the day they had met had finally come to this. When Genesis finally threw his head back and cried out in completion, Sephiroth thought it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Genesis realized he hadn't found completion yet, so in his orgasm induced high, he pulled Sephiroth into a kiss. His hands pushed back those obstructing "fang bangs" of his and head all of his hair within his hand. He tugged hard wringing a surprised cry from Sephiroth that gave way to a pleasurable moan. The feeling of his scalp tingling coupled with Genesis's accommodating body had thrown him off the edge and he came hard.

They lay there quietly breathing, having yet to disconnect. Genesis kissed the top of his head apologetically. Sephiroth nuzzled into his chest, his ear pressed so that he could hear Genesis's heart beat.

"Say, Seph?"

"Hmm?"

"You know…I love you right?"

"Yeah, I love you too. You're the best friend I've ever had," Sephiroth said contently.

Genesis smiled though there was something that made his heart sink and he didn't know what it was. He shook it off and continued to pet the boy. "I'm glad. You make me happy, Sephiroth. You always have."

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Year 20 of the Jenova Project: Midgar (Vincent's Home)

"And i don't see you everywhere!

And I can say your name easily!

I laugh a little louder

Without you..."

"You're really leaving?" Tseng asked.

Sephiroth looked back at Tseng. His little brother had become pretty tall, standing at five-eleven to his six-one. He had cut his hair much to Sephiroth's dismay and he kept it around his jaw bone when he was at home while wearing it in a tight pony tail during work. He stood there with his hands in the pocket of his black slacks, his uniform shirt loose at the top with the tie hanging around his neck. Sephiroth shook his head with a smile. Vincent use to do the same thing, but Tseng probably wasn't even aware of that.

"Yeah," he said softly and continued to pack up his things. "Since we made 1st Class, we've been getting a lot more money and I figured…"

"It was time for you to leave the nest," Tseng finished. "I suppose since you no longer spend much time here…"

"I feel like this isn't my home anymore, Tseng. That's why I'm giving you my room!"

"What?"

"Once I get everything cleared out of it, it will be as empty as the day I came here and since you've resisted remodeling the house then I figure-"

"NO!" Sephiroth looked at Tseng, surprised by the outburst. "No, Sephiroth. Take what you will…but leave what you don't need."

"Tseng, you can't keep obsessing over this house like this."

"I would know if I were obsessing and trust I am not. Sephiroth, this house had a family and love within it. It's…what's this word…sacred. In Wutai, when the older generation dies in the family house or they move on, we leave it exactly as they left it. We leave the memories perfect lest they fade. Vincent may not have wanted me to keep this house that way and you may not agree, but, this is what I want." Tseng nodded as if reassuring himself. "Yes, this is what I want."

Sephiroth stared at his surrogate brother for a long time before nodding. "Alright, then I'll just take the things I need. I want you to be happy Tseng, cause I know that's what Vincent would want. Just don't torture yourself in his memory."

"It is a privilege and a joy to keep Vincent's memory. Besides, I keep it because I know that you can't." Sephiroth averted his eyes, his brows furrowing in anger. Tseng shook his head at the boy. "You see? It still hurts. Where I smile when I think of Vincent, you frown and ache."

"Then, I'll be honest. I want to leave this house so I don't have to think about it anymore. I want to forget for a little while and be like everyone else who has lost someone. Maybe look at Vincent's picture and smile knowing that his very presence is not all over everything I see."

Tseng nodded. "I understand. You need the escape and I do not condemn you for it. Just take care of yourself, brother. Please?"

Sephiroth slung his last bag over his shoulder and went to Tseng with a smirk. "I wouldn't be who I was, if I couldn't take care of myself."

"This from a man who cannot handle beer," Tseng muttered as he passed. He followed his brother to the door with his arms straight at his side. "In all truthfulness, I will worry for you the same as I worried for Vincent."

Sephiroth frowned. "Same here, it's just…Tseng please," he turned and looked at his surrogate brother who was becoming so much like the father he'd lost. "Please…don't get lost in Vincent's shadow just because I can't find my way out of it."

Tseng's dark gray eyes softened. "I have let go of my grief for Vincent in favor of continuing my love for him. Every step I have taken has been to make him proud and to bring him closer to me in some small way. In the end, we are both still wandering in the shadow of a great man. But I believe we will find our own ways some day. Take care, Sephiroth."

Sephiroth leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss on Tseng's forehead to the newly acquired dot between his brows. "Take care, Tseng."

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Year 25 of the Jenova Project - Nibelhiem (Nibel Moutain Range)

Sephiroth sheathed his newest obsession, the Masamune, after slaying three more wolves. The Nibel Moutain range was crawling with them and he and Angeal had been on a slow crawl after the transport broke down. They couldn't get a signal out in this backwater place and the last chocobo rider they passed said the only working phone were the landlines in a town called Nibelhiem. So they had been on a walk to the village for almost two days, following the mountain range like they had been told. Unfortunately the wolf population was entirely too high and Sephiroth was more than irritated. His trench coat had been torn up by those bastard wolves and his katana was growing dull with constantly slicing through bones. Angeal teased saying that's why he kept with the standard uniform, easily replaced. Sephiroth had grown much taller than Angeal though he didn't have the well packed muscle that the older man had. Angeal had cut his hair as well, having it shortly cropped on his head to keep it out of his way much to Genesis's dismay. Genesis had thrown a hissy fit all the way up until they left. Sephiroth's hair had reached all the way to his lower back and he had every intention of keeping it that way. After all, he had a promise to keep.

"Dammit!" Angeal batted one of the wolves into the rocks and watched its broken body tumbled down the side. "They're starting to piss me off."

"Looks like forest area, that man said the village would be on the other side."

"Good, I can get to a phone and apologize to the puppy."

"Your relationship with that 2nd Class is a little strange at best," Sephiroth said casually.

"He reminds me a lot of you when we first met; accept he didn't kill over from his first taste of alcohol."

Sephiroth rolled his eyes. "Genesis thinks you're chasin' strange."

"Genesis doesn't like it when anything takes the attention away from him. You actually think I would cheat on either of you?"

"I think a grown man can sleep with who he wants."

"Right, you don't have the ability to feel jealousy anymore," Angeal muttered. "I can't help but wonder how much of you is still you."

Sephiroth cut his jade eyes to Angeal. "Have I really changed that much?"

"I guess," Angeal shrugged. "It worries us sometimes. Like on that last mission when we almost got our asses blown up and Genesis almost died. You didn't even seem sad in the hospital."

"I was...I tried to be but...it was like my head and my emotions couldn't connect," Sephiroth replied truthfully. "I wanted to be sad...just couldn't."

"You shouldn't take those damn exams with that witch anymore. Every time you come back, you come back a stranger."

"You don't have to stick with me if you don't want," he said plainly.

"That's not the point, Seph!"

"SHH!" Sephiroth hushed him and got behind a tree. Angeal did the same, both of them switching to their soldier personas. Voices echoed in the woods and running further and further away. Sephiroth snuck a peak to see a boy lying on his side, his sun kissed blonde hair was wild like the wolf manes and his skin was strangely pale as if it had never seen the sun. But what caught Sephiroth's eye and struck cords of remembrance were the big beautiful sky blue orbs that were now filled with fear and desperation. He couldn't be but eleven or so at the most with his hair in a loose pony tail. Sephiroth approached him and leaned over him.

"Boy? Are you alright?"

The boy's listless eyes focused on him and his blonde brows furrowed. He shook his head and tried to stand, but doubled over. Sephiroth put a hand on his shoulder to still him.

"Angeal! Get a potion," he turned the boy on his back making him hiss in pain. "Lie still, you've broken something serious. What's your name?"

"Cloud..."

"Cloud?"

He nodded. "Cloud Strife."

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Sephiroth looked back at the small village, a strange sense of dread in his chest. There was something there that pulled him back. He was about to get on the truck when the same blonde kid came running up to him. The blonde stumbled and fell on his face a few feet in front of him. Sephiroth rolled his eyes and went over to the boy, helping him to his feet. Cloud sighed and held up the package he had been holding.

"My mother had made these, but..."

Sephiroth took the mashed pastries. "Thank you, I think. How old are you?"

"I'm about to be fourteen."

"Fourteen?" Sephiroth was surprised; the boy was so small.

"Yeah, I know, I'm little."

"I was little too, you know," he said.

Cloud looked up at him curiously. "You're kidding right?"

"No, I was a premature birth. I was very small until I joined SOLDIER. But that's beside the point. Just because you're small, doesn't mean people have the right to kick your ass unless you let them."

Cloud blinked at him as if processing the information being given to him. "...but, it's not like I can fight back. Look at me."

Sephiroth leaned forward and locked eyes with him. "You either fight fair, or you fight dirty, but there's no such thing as too weak to fight back. No such thing."

"No such thing," Cloud repeated.

"Goodbye, Cloud," Sephiroth said slipping something into Cloud's hand and climbing into the truck.

As they drove away, Cloud stood at the town's edge his hand wrapped tightly around what he was given. Once the truck was out of sight, he looked down at the gift. He smiled. It was a mastered Lightning Materia, one that took strength and knowledge to even use, strength and knowledge he didn't have...strength and knowledge he was being told to learn. He looked at the way his savior had disappeared and held the materia close. In his mind, he knew he had to change; he had to become a stronger person. If he did, he would be able to see Sephiroth again.

"Sephiroth..." he said softly. Yes, the silver haired man had no idea that he had just given an open invitation to an unwanted boy.

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A/N: okay so I know its total BS that this took so long since it's so short. But hear me out. I'm like AAAAAAALLLL the way in Florida in a house...sharing one computer with my siblings. It will be a while before my laptop is delivered so editing and writing are taking hella longer. Don't worry though, I haven't forgotten anything. Next: Walking Out on Destiny Part two Episode 1: When I Grow Up! (named for the pussy cat dolls song...cause for some reason I thought of cloud's younger years when I listened to this song!) XD I don't want cloud to be the complete shy and hideaway kid he is in the game cause...this is AU and I can do what the hell I want with him damn you grrrrr!
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