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The Promised Land	By : AerithMon-Kishu Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female > Sephiroth/Aerith Views: 3106 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: "A female Ancient does not become sexually mature until body and mind come to the conclusion ... that the right man can provide... the seed. " (I do not own FF7 or the characters. Don't earn money for this)

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The Promised Land

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Aerith x Sephiroth

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Chapter 1: Moonlight and silver strands

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The crowd parted dramatically with whispers and pointing fingers as he walked through. Most that saw him fled and hid themselves while others cowered in fear and flitted to different sides of the pathway. He didn’t know whether their fear of him should cause him prideful satisfaction or guilt and regret. He had only woken up about a week ago in this bizarre world not knowing what to do and worse, with no purpose. His ‘mother’s’ voice no longer echoed in his head and for reasons he couldn’t explain, it felt like a relief. He didn’t miss her or long for her strangely enough.

However he still felt so aimless in this place even though he had this newfound freedom. Since he had woken up and had travelled far, he eventually stumbled across this village, but it seemed the people here recognized him or at least knew of him somehow. The trepidation was strong and they ended up fleeing into their homes. His dark reputation knew no bounds. Considering the situation though, it was not a blessing or a good stroke to his ego. It got on his nerves, yet he remembered a time when he had enjoyed the terror he put into the hearts of people.

Despite the current predicament, he didn’t intend to inflict harm on anyone. He only wanted someone who was calm enough to explain to him where the fuck he was and at least find the answers to how the fuck he got here. Gritting his teeth, he moved along and ignored the gasps and shivers of the people that gave him a wide berth. In his travels, food hadn’t been much of a problem as he simply hunted for whatever he needed, but he needed tools and building material if he planned to stay in this place.

He had no idea what kind of currency the people used here either and in the end it seemed he didn’t need to. Most of the tradesmen gave him whatever he wanted, no questions asked. It was all in fear, he knew, but as long as he spared their lives and left quietly, it was no fuss. He didn’t even have to threaten because with shaking hands they provided him with what he needed.

“Oh wow! Mama look! He has such nice hair and the colour too! Just look at it.” Sephiroth’s head inclined towards a young girl playing with her ball and pointing in his direction excitedly. However the child’s mother became startled and pulled her daughter back to stop her from running up to him. “Don’t point at him,” the woman hissed. “That man is evil Sarah. He…” It was loud enough for him to hear and he turned away not wanting to listen to the rest of the sentence. Mother and daughter were already making their way into a different street most likely in an effort to get away from him. Fools he thought.

Sighing, he turned back and walked along the path. Eventually finding his destination and seeing as no one had followed him, Sephiroth began to remove his armour and the rest of his clothes. The weather was mild and he enjoyed the quiet solitude of the forest around him that sprang off from the path. No one would care if he washed himself in the lake and he was due for a bath anyway. His gaze wandered over to the stillness of the water and he silently admired the reflection of the early night moon on its watery stillness.

Once he was completely naked, he moved away from the soft grassy shore and plunged into the cold abyss. Anyone watching him would know that he embodied everything that was perfection. His impeccably shaped body with hardened steel muscles bore the trademark of a fighter, but no scars. It only showed that he was one of the elite. Untouchable. The abnormal glow of his eyes was the indication that he had once belonged to soldier.

Mindlessly, he floated for a bit seeming not to be at all bothered by the coolness of the lake. Freezing even. Unnaturally so compared to the outside ambient temperature. Smiling weakly to himself, he began to swim to the middle of the lake and decided to plunge himself down into the depths of the cool darkness.

The lack of oxygen was not a problem for him. Although like most living organisms his body did need the life giving air, but nonetheless he could last longer under water than regular humans. It was just a matter of putting oneself into a sort of hypnosis or calm meditation.

For several long moments, he held himself there in the deep dark environment of the lake. He let the uncanny temperatures relax his body until he realized he couldn’t stay under any more. He swam to the top and came out with a gasp.

He stayed still for a few minutes not particularly thinking of anything or trying not to think at all. His glorious wet bangs clung to the sides of his face and the rest of it almost felt like a dead weight.

His mouth twitched up into a bitter smile and his gaze turned to the moon which had reached its peak and shone brightly over the forest. Here he was. A fallen angel in some sort of baseless attempt to wash away his sins. He ran his fingers through his wet hair. That was just a miserable human fallacy. Water washed away dirt, but it did not clean up the atrocity of his many crimes and misgivings nor his violent and perverse nature.

For a brief moment he wondered if there was any inkling or molecule of remorse for attempting to destroy all of humanity, but as he searched his ‘conscience’ in an effort to find that sort of emotion, he was out of luck. Dimly he realized he didn’t care and was such very glad that they had not succeeded in corrupting him with their foolish emotions.

At least not yet…

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I will cosplay Aerith again soon. Here are some pics of me you should look at ^^ I became quite popular even in english speaking countries with it after posting some of them in facebook *hates facebook but needs it to talk to the other students*

deviantart: Stephanie-dono is my name there ^^ I'm sure you'll like them XP
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