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Disclaimer: We do not own any characters of Final Fantasy. They are the
property of Square Enix and Sony. We do not make any
money from the writing of this story
Pairing: Sephiroth/Cloud
W A R N I N G: This is about male pregnancy
(possibly) and male/male relationships. We are letting you know now what the
relationships WILL contain. So, if you are AGAINST
such pairings, please find something else more to your liking, you have been WARNED.
Flames will be ignored.
Special thanks to:
those who have read and didn’t review thanks for reading thus far. We hope you
enjoyed it.
Notes: After careful consideration, I’ve decided to make
this a cross-over with Final Fantasy VIII. If there are any questions or
concerns, please email me or Mitts. Thank you! Now on with
the story.
ArchNemesis
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Chapter 35: Concern
Another sweep of the area where
Cloud had last been seen turned up nothing, although Zack had found Fenrir, Cloud’s prized motorcycle, lying on its side just
off of the canyon road, there was no sign of the short petite blond. Judging by
the position the bike was lying in, it was easy to surmise that Cloud must have
been in an accident, possibly with another vehicle. But Zack hadn’t seen any
other tire marks on the dirt road, other than Fenrir’s
double treads.
Checking the bike over, Zack had
noticed that the hidden blade rack compartment was empty. That obviously meant
that Cloud must have been involved in some type of skirmish. And sure enough,
when the dark haired man looked harder, he’d seen that there were signs of what
looked to be a struggle, though Zack wasn’t entirely sure, for tracking was not
his specialty, it was Sephiroth’s. But he could make out at least three
different footprints to the boy’s known boot design—Cloud had had his heavy set
boots specially made, to show a wolf’s head with a ring clenched between
snarling jaws. The wolf had become Cloud’s trademark, and he’d incorporated the
symbol in all of his belongings, including his left pauldron
and gauntlets.
He remembered he’d once asked
Cloud what the meaning was behind the wolf, and the blond had simply smiled
saying, “The wolf is my display of
courage. It tells me I have to be strong for myself, and for Stephanie.”
Zack groaned out loud. Cloud’s disappearance
couldn’t have happened at a worse possible time. When his lovely wife, Aerith,
and fellow AVALANCHE members had come running to him saying that Sephiroth and
Vincent were waiting to be picked-up in the lower sector of Junon,
Zack had thought everything was going to be fine again, that their lives were
going to go back to being normal. By all the graces of Gaia, it seemed that
Sephiroth had an admirer, who had aided him and Vincent to escape out from the Hojo’s grasp.
But on the day of receiving the
news, Cloud hadn’t come home from his last delivery. No word was heard from
him, no sight seen of him. And if that wasn’t bad enough, on top of that, Cid
had fallen ill. Tifa and Aerith had taken it upon
themselves to accept the responsibility of caring for both Cid, and Baby
Stephanie.
Frankly, Zack was quite worried
about Aerith. The last couple of nights that she’d been looking after the
child, she had started to look extremely tired and completely drained by the
time Tifa came to relieve her. During the day, Aerith
would watch over Cid while Tifa had the baby, and
then they would switch over.
Stephanie was proving to be a real
little trial. She was normally a quiet baby who hardly cried or complained,
except for when she noticed that Cloud wasn’t getting her. Those moments were
trying at best. But now, without her mommy there at all to feed her or hug
her—just to give plain comfort, the infant wailed for eight hours straight into
the night, leaving Zack and Aerith with frazzled nerves.
The former 1st Class
smiled forlornly in memory…
“And you want one of those?” Zack asked,
incredulous of the child’s lung capacity.
“Yes! Why not?”
Aerith answered sweetly over the din.
“I love my niece, I really do,” Zack said,
rubbing his throbbing temples. “But… that’s-that’s… Good merciful heavens!
Where is Cloud? I can’t take that noise!”
“Don’t say such a thing, Zack! What if this
was our daughter? Would you say the same thing?” Aerith questioned, her
beautiful eyes tearing up.
“Huh? No, no, honey, please don’t cry,” Zack
begged. “I’m sorry! It’s just that I’m seeing how Cloud is handling being a
parent, and he’s exhausted all the time, regardless of the fact that we
sometimes baby-sit. Just maybe if, the pitch wasn’t so high….. ”
Aerith ran from the room, scooping up the
still hollering child in her arms and slamming the bedroom door behind her.
“She’s so touchy lately,” Zack
huffed to himself now, crossing his arms over his chest, thinking about his
wife and her strange mood swings. His thoughts jumped back and forth between
her and his friend. “Cloud… I know you’re out there, and I’m going to find
you,” he mused openly, walking back to his jeep.
oOoOoOo
Malicious cerulean eyes watched
the short-spiky haired blond as he walked around the sweet smelling rose garden
far below her balcony. Her chest burned with hate at the sight of the beautiful
male. Even she couldn’t deny how lovely he was, and it pierced her heart to
know that her husband, much to her disgust, blatantly ogled him at every
opportunity.
He would have to go.
Before her thoughts could twist
any further with plans of how to dispose of the home-wrecker, the lady was
pulled from her dark musings by tender arms wrapping tightly around her slender
waist.
“You shouldn’t allow yourself to
be upset over nothing, my dear,” Lazard said delicately in her ear.
“He can give you what I cannot,”
she replied sorrowfully. “I’ve seen you gaze upon him, as if I’m plain. Do you
resent me that much to desire another, a male no less?”
“I’m not going to lie to you, Quistis, he is quite the beauty,” her husband replied
honestly. “But I have no desire for his body, other than using it for bearing
our child.”
“So, he’s agreed to do it, I take
it?” she asked, moving her hands to join her husband’s, resting over her
damaged womb.
“But of course, my love. After a
bit of persuasion, he was only too happy to agree to it.”
oOo Flashback oOo
“The answer is no, Lazard. I’m not breeding stock for you,
or any other rich bastard,” Cloud hotly declared.
“I don’t recall giving you a choice, Mr. Strife. And I’m
sure your child would appreciate having her mother around to see her ‘firsts’
of many,” Lazard countered.
“Leave my daughter out this,” Cloud hissed dangerously, his
eyes faintly glowing.
Lazard paused, taking a breath to calm his nerves at witnessing
the raw power the boy was exhibiting.
“Such a beautiful child, so I’ve been told. Silver haired. Blue eyed. Sweet natured.”
“You bastard, you’ll NEVER get your hands on her,” Cloud
bellowed, his fear for his child’s safety making his temper boil.
“I got you, didn’t I?” Lazard stated simply, silencing the
snarling boy in an instant. “My men are prepared, if need be, to… how shall I
say… give a loving couple a child that they’ve longed for,” he threatened.
“I will kill you, if you lay a hand on her!”
The air in the room had become charged with the young boy’s
aggression, his stance positively poised for attack. Lazard was shaky inside,
but the aristocrat ploughed on. He wasn’t going to show the spiky haired blond
that he was fearful of him.
“You are in no position to carry out such meaningless
words,” Lazard said to Cloud’s threat, his voice carrying a tone of
self-assured confidence. “By the time I hit the floor dead, your daughter would
be gone without a trace. Mr. Strife, do you really want to take that type of
risk?”
Cloud’s shoulders sagged at the truth of the words that
Lazard spoke. If he struck now, he might get his revenge for being kidnapped
and accosted. But his precious jewel would be lost to him—forever.
Resigning himself, Cloud asked quietly, “What must I do?”
oOo End flashback oOo
“See, Quistis,
there’s absolutely nothing to worry about,” Lazard said to his troubled wife,
pulling her back gently towards their bed, his need for her apparent.
“But why can’t we simply have the
child he’s already borne?” Quistis asked, a desperate
hope shining in her eyes.
“Because that child is his, and his partner’s. She bears their traits, their
persona. The one he will birth for us will be of our making, not someone
else’s,” Lazard explained, running his hands through the long silky hair of his
wife’s head. Taking a portion of it between his fingers, he lifted it to his
face and inhaled the raspberry scent of the golden strands.
Leaning over her, Lazard bestowed
little kisses on her brow, then her cheek, and continued until he reached her
lips.
oOoOoOo
Days had passed since Vincent had
talked to Aerith, letting her know a ride home was needed. He and Sephiroth,
along with the girl, Selphie, were waiting for Zack
to come and get them. He had asked about Cid, wanting, no… needing to
speak with his lover… to hear his crass voice once again. But to his
disappointment, he was denied. Aerith merely stated that Cid was unavailable to
come to the phone.
He’s dying! Chaos howled loudly in his host’s mind. Vincent didn’t
reply, because he knew the beast was right. His and Cid’s forced separation was
killing them. Vincent felt ill for the majority of the day, his head throbbing,
and his limbs aching. He could only imagine what type of pain his lover was in.
Hang on, Cid, I’m coming.
“Vincent?”
Red eyes widened in surprise at
the call of his name. Rarely had anyone approached him without him noticing.
But obviously it was not the case now. His senses were dull with his hurting,
and he didn’t particularly care for that.
The ex-Turk turned his questioning
eyes towards Selphie, the girl who had aided him and
his son to escape the lab, and waited to hear what she wanted. He was indebted
to her, but that didn’t mean he was entirely trusting of her. She seemed just a
little too eager to help.
“Yes?” he drawled, enquiringly.
“Someone’s knocking at the door,”
she said.
“That will be Zack. I’ll go and
let him in. But you wait here with Sephiroth, just in case it’s one of Hojo’s lackeys.”
oOoOoOo
‘Well, I never thought that I
would be back here in Junon’, Zack
thought as he walked the streets in Sector 5. The town was busting with a
flurry of activity. There were mothers leading their daughters in and out of
boutiques, and men, young and old, doing various types of odd jobs such as
repairing broken rooftops or repaving sidewalks.
From the look of things, the city
had been hit by a major rain storm recently. It looked worse now than it did
when it was dry. The air was heavier, thick with the pollutants from the
Shin-Ra’s Electric Company stream stacks, and the rising steam from the
underground passages brought the stale stench of sewage into the air, making
breathing more difficult from the toxic fumes.
The ex-SOLIDER walked to the far
end of town, where one of several inns was located. Inside, the drab dark
entryway was brightened with a variety of green potted plants, and high
skylights sparkled as the waning rays of the sun dimmed. Zack continued through
the small entrance before walking into the lobby. From there, he went directly
to the stairs, taking two at a time.
He soon found himself on the 3rd
floor. Peeking around the corner, Zack cautiously approached his final
destination: Room 310.
Raising his hand to knock again,
Zack was startled when the door was snatched opened and he was swiftly pulled
inside—the door closing behind him with a soft click.
oOo TBC oOo
A/N: Well, tell us what you think!
Seph and Vince are so close to home. But what’s this…
Cloud is missing? Is that true? Don’t know? Well, stay tuned for the next
chapter to find out.
ArchNemesis & Mitts
oOoOo Teaser for
Chapter 36 oOoOo
Laughter erupted in the vast space
of the garage.
“Don’t you get it?!” Zack shouted,
enraged at hearing why his friend was taken. “Sephiroth is going to lay waste
to everyone, and everything, in order to get his husband back—there is nothing
to help me keep him in check! He’s already gone ballistic once for someone
trying to rape Cloud while he was pregnant. You call them now, damn it! And get
Cloud back on this fucking ship!”
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