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Final Fantasy VII: Angelic Threnody	By : DarkSeraphim1 Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1315 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, Crisis Core, Before Crisis, or Dirge of Cerberus. I do not profit from the writing and/or posting of this fic. I am just a humble fan paying tribute to another's wonderful creations.

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Chapter Three
       ‘Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess. We seek it thus, and take it to the sky. Ripples form on the water's surface. The wandering soul knows no rest.’ -Loveless, ACT I
            When Sephiroth opened his eyes, Banora--and Genesis--were gone. He was surrounded by an infinity of white, and he scowled as he was reminded of the darkness that had been his prison for so long. He rose to his feet, surprised to see that his wound had not disappeared. He was dead. He knew it as surely as he knew that Genesis had dealt that last, devastating blow. So, why hadn’t his spirit been made whole, and allowed to enter the Lifestream?
            “Why do you think?”
            Sephiroth whirled around at the beautiful, musical voice. He saw her, the beautiful young flower girl, the last Cetra on The Planet, standing before him with her hands clasped before her. His mind replayed her death at the hands of one of his clones, the rush of air as he manipulated the currents around him to slow his descent, the pure, dazzling lights that had revealed the kneeling girl who prayed for Holy to save them all. But most of all, he remembered the smooth glide of Masamune as it entered her body with shockingly little resistance, puncturing her lungs, severing bone and organ, and the almost instantaneous death that had followed.
            “You’re dead,” was all he could think to say in his shock.
            She smiled just a bit impishly, her lush green eyes lighting up as though from within. “So are you,” she pointed out, not unkindly.
            Sephiroth looked down at his stomach, and the gaping wound that bled steadily, with anger. “Why I am here?” he demanded furiously. “I made the sacrifice. Why have I not been accepted into the Lifestream?”
            She tilted her head to one side, her rich brown hair swaying with the movement. “Is that what you truly want?”
            He opened his mouth to answer ‘Yes, of course, it is,’ then snapped it closed. “No,” he said at last, looking away. “What I want, no one can give me.”
            Those emerald eyes sparkled playfully. “No one, Sephiroth?”
            Eyes the color of the Wutaian sky came to him, surrounded by a rich tumble of fiery hair and creamy skin. Firm, pink lips curved in a wicked smile that had always brought him to his knees, those same lips spilling lecherous obscenities in their most passionate moments. That same beloved face, covered in tears as Genesis jerked his sword free, his redemption finally, irrevocably, complete. Sephiroth smiled faintly, sadly, and said, “No, no one.”
            Aerith Gainsborough’s smile only grew brighter as she gazed at the man who had slain her. “Your pride was always your greatest flaw, brother.”
            Those pale, cat-like eyes narrowed dangerously on her own. “Why do call me that?” he asked coldly. “I am well aware that I am not a Cetra.”
            “Oh, but you are,” she returned in a gentle voice. “Did you never stop to ask yourself why Jenova was so desperate to make you believe such a thing?”
            Sephiroth could only shake his head negatively. He had been too far gone in his madness to ask such questions. As though she could read his mind, she said, “I guess, it would have been a difficult thing to ponder, under the circumstances.”
            “Yes,” was all he said in response.
            “Then, let me enlighten you.” She brought her clasped hands up before her, as though in prayer. “While Jenova was not a Cetra, the body in the Nibelheim reactor was. It was all that was left of her host, mutated by The Calamity, almost beyond recognition. When Hojo injected your true mother with Jenova’s cells, you received those of my ancestor, as well.”
            Aeris lowered her hands and took a gliding step forward. “Like me, you are half-Cetra.”
            Sephiroth cursed inwardly. “That is why Mother was able to speak to me so clearly,” he muttered with comprehension. “It was not just my alien cells she was accessing, but those of the Ancient, as well.”
            The young flower girl only nodded. “It is why you were able to block Holy once it was summoned, and why your cells did not deteriorate like those of. . . the others.”
            “Genesis,” he murmured on a rough sigh, “and Angeal. Why didn’t the Cetra’s cells protect them, as well?”
            “Because their mothers were not genetically strong enough to overcome Jenova’s mometic influence.”
            He looked exhausted suddenly, defeated in a way that defied all Aeris knew of the man, and her expression softened. “It has been a long fight, brother. You’ve earned the right to rest, if that’s what you want.”
            Sephiroth laughed suddenly, darkly. “What I want has never mattered.”
            “You’re wrong, Sephiroth.” Her voice suddenly echoed as the distance between seemed to increase. Her form began to glow as she receded, yet her voice seemed to echo around him. “What you want has always mattered.”
            The last Ancient disappeared in flash of bright white light that blinded his mako-sensitive eyes. The world seemed to tilt around him as he clenched his eyes shut. He could hear voices in the distance, familiar yet unknown, rising in an oddly harmonious cacophony. He felt something solid at his back and reached out to brace himself on it, realizing belatedly that it wasn’t the world that roiling wildly, but himself.
            Sephiroth gasped as pain ripped through his mid-section. He pressed a hand to his stomach as he slid to the ground, his legs no longer able to support him. His heart hammered in chest as he smelled the coppery, unmistakable scent of human blood. He opened his eyes and frowned as his vision wavered. He closed them for a few moments and wondered what the hell was going on?!
            “Seph!”
            He heard his name and struggled to respond, forcing his heavy lids open once more. The sight that met him stole his breath and nearly caused him to black out.
            “Genesis?!”
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