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Here is a humor fanfic I randomly wrote which involves Sephiroth getting hiccups and Cloud being a total blonde... http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2051899/1/

Interesting... I might post some of my stuff here... Lets see.. a sample perhaps... just because I can never resist showing off..


I'll show you my latest...

Marked (fanfic.. don't worry it's shorrrrtt...)

He stared down at his arm quietly, emerald green flickering as he frowned, glad for the gloves that covered That mark. He could still recall when he had believed he could get rid of it...

Only a child, he scowled at his arm, the mark seeming to laugh at him soundlessly, an irritating reminder of what he was... a specimen, a science experiment, not normal. The words flew around in his head until he released a bitter cry of frustration. Irremovable was it? He would see about that! He rummaged through the drawers until he found what he wanted. Perfect. The glimmer of comforting silver fitted into his hand as though he had been made to hold it... but then, he Had, had he not? He shook his head, no time to think on such things, no point.

He braced himself for the pain that would shoot through him and... nothing...

"Are you a coward Sephiroth?! Don't be so Weak!"

He hissed the words out loud, scolding himself for not doing it already. Still his hand shook, his mind torn between wanting to destroy the mark and dreading the pain he knew would be caused by trying...

Again he took a deep breath releasing it in a cry of pain, and triumph! He was doing it! He was cutting away the mark, he Could be normal, just like Vinny, he was Not Just another freak Or a monster, he was... he was... he was healing! The blood flow ceased even as he watched with a sense of sick anticipation. The skin melding together as if it had never been torn asunder. To his horror and a dull sense of recognition, with the skin healing, so too did the number. The black 1 making itself known to the world once more.

With a howl of rage, no longer feeling the pain, he slashed again and again at the mark, effectively mutilating the skin until a glimmer of white bone could be seen. Half faint from blood loss and the sense of pain flooding back, he watched with a smug grin as the skin and muscles began once more their torturous method of healing, leaving pale skin, and, almost as if it were sticking it's tongue out at him, the black number. It even seemed, if it were possible, to be bigger than before. No! That was... impossible, right? Not even the professor could create something that would do that... right? His body shuddered both from exhaustion and pain. Suddenly sleep seemed like his idea of heaven... maybe he would wake up and it would all have been a dream... He closed his eyes, slipping into blessed darkness.

Of course, it had Not been a dream, Sephiroth mused to himself, he still bore The mark and even now when he caught a glimpse of it, it seemed to be sniggering, he could almost hear it speaking...

"You'll Never be rid of me... we are together forever!"

He thought of another who used those words... Zack... thin lips curved lightly, perhaps... it was not So bad after all.


Angelic Hatred (poem)

He's there,
Always there,
Waiting,
Watching,
I can not escape from him,
Jenova knows I have tried,
He takes them all from me,
Yet I can do nothing,
Rage, anger, he teaches me these,
But love is something I am not allowed,
Why do we always crave that which we can not have?
Is it truly because of the green grass syndrome?
Acceptance, I can not prevent him,
I feel his eyes upon me,
Waiting for me to come when called,
Lie on the table,
Take the pain, the frost,
Close my eyes against the brightness,
I hate him,
Yet.. yet I want to love him,
He is all I have,
He is all I know.


Freedom,
I no longer cower to his rules,
I no longer need to worry about his stare,
Yet even here he is ever present,
Even here I feel his contamination.
His presence never fades.
His scent is within my mind,
Fixed like a memory that will not leave!
I train, I fight, I kill,
Exactly as I have been trained for,
Many boys catch my attention,
Many boys catch my rage.
They do not see who I am,
They do not understand What I am,
I am more than they will ever know,
I have been trained, brought up for this,
Taught to the fullest of my potential,
Just to kill to maim and to train,
Train others in my footsteps,
That there will be others such as myself.
He does not approve of friendships,
So I will not make them,
I have learnt despite myself,
To obey.

Nibelheim,
Flames,
Mother,
Finally I am free from His tether,
From His desire and plans,
I follow another now,
Yet why must I always follow?
Even when leading am I merely to be a puppet?
No. I will not allow it.
I am invincible,
The plan is mine also,
She is merely a convenience,
Her voice showing me the one true path,
Mother, I am here,
I am waiting....
Let me lead you to the promised land...

(The He referred to is Hojo.. the She is naturally Jenova... Sephiroth ages through the Stanza's in Stanza 1 he is about 6 stanza 2 about 19 and Stanza 3 is the Sephiroth everyone knows and hates to love or loves to hate or whatever.. about 25-30 razz enjoy.. or flame me.. meh.. opinions are a good thing.. whether to say it sucks or it's cool razz )

Reb aka Sephiroth Hi No Tenshi

You've got some good stuff there.. *grinz* read and reviewed both the childhood and the Walmart one... Good writing.

Reb aka Sephiroth Hi No Tenshi