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"Finally we meet, Mother."
Title: Hello, Mother
Fandom: Final Fantasy: Crisis Core
Characters/Pairings: Sephiroth, Zack, Cloud, Jenova
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for the Nibelheim incident
Author Note: Okay, so this isn't exactly how this was supposed to come out, but it did. I only had the first half planned out, but I dunno if I like it or not. It certainly was fun to write, Sephiroth's mentality during that time was obviously not what it should have been, so it's totally everywhere, but yeah. :3
Oh! I got the script from the internet, so yeah, it doesn't flow as nicely as it would in Crisis Core or the OAV, but I had no idea it'd go as far as he did.
Summary: "I am the chosen one. The chosen one to rule this planet."
Dedication:
Lies... everything he knows, everything he believes... they are nothing but lies. He's heard the words 'different', 'special', 'god-like' but he has never had a reason to believe in them. He's never cared to hear why they think those things because he knows his abilities are above SOLDIER standards, that he may very well be unparalleled in this world, but he always believed it was from hard-work and natural talent. Perhaps he took better to the Mako, that he was simply prepared to do these things, but now he knows... born of nothing but greed and science and a spiteful man who wants nothing more than his name to be known across the world!
"Mother..."
He's not sure if it's a smile, or if it's simply another one of those human things he's picked up in his years of servitude to their lowly race. Yes... humans are lowly creatures, ridiculous, senseless, always rushing to some end, betraying those that they call friends in the name of some glory. He knows humankind, knows how weak they are, how fragile they have made him and in those seven days he spent in that basement, there was a snap and everything soon became clear.
"Mother, let's take back this planet together."
Humans are pathetic and fragile, are liars and cheaters, are menaces to themselves. But Mother... Mother has never lied to him. Mother was stolen away from the planet, forced to be a subject for tests, just as he was. She is innocent and he longs to free her, longs to see what her reach to the world will be, once she has claimed it for her own.
"I've thought of a very good plan," he says fondly, itching to reach out, to embrace all that remains for him. The only one who has ever possibly loved him, the only one who knows and can accept him for what he is. "Let's go to the Promised Land together, Mother."
He's a little afraid. It's strange. He's renowned for facing dangers no human can possibly survive, for being brave, for being Shinra's ultimate strength, but he's still a little scared. Even if Mother has never lied to him, has never abandoned him (because she was taken from him), he can't know, coming face-to-face with her, if she will truly accept what he is, who he is, what he's become. He only wants to make her happy. Mother deserves it and he will ensure that Mother's goal, to rid this planet of it's stupid, pathetic, miserable inhabitants goes smoothly, but she has waited so long... she has been here, lonely, for however long, kept here by the man he supposes could be considered his father, though the term is very, very loose.
He hates him. He hates those who kept this from him. If he had been told he was born of this alien, this beautiful creature, would he have been so filled with doubt and fury? Hojo, Shinra, humans, the planet...! He hates them all!
"Sephiroth! Why did you kill the villagers? Why did you hurt Tifa?" Zack... Angeal's puppy... one he considered a friend once, a man who was able to soothe his confusion when he was left alone, abandoned by both Angeal and Genesis. "Answer me!"
But now he knows the truth, that Zack Fair is a traitor, a fragile human being who does not deserve his respect or trust, one that will be crushed under the might of Mother. So he chuckles coldly and does not turn away from Mother. "Those people have returned. With Mother's strength and knowledge, she should have been this planet's ruler." He grins again, doubt slipping away, madness gripping his mind, wrapping it in a blanket of security. He cannot turn back now. "But those people--those people took everything away from Mother." Mania calms back down to that unfamiliar but only other acceptable emotion then, a fondness that no one else has been able to give him. "But don't be sad, Mother. Let's go together."
He rips away the false idol standing guard outside of Mother's containment, finally prepared to see her, to finally figure out what it is, exactly, she looks like. He's always wondered, as a boy, what Mother would look like, what traits he gained from her. He sees her pale flesh, her silver hair, her unnatural form, but he's not repulsed. There's a bubbling admiration--she exceeds his wildest dreams. He knows, simply from being in this proximity, that this is Mother and this is the only person he ever need. "Finally, we meet, Mother--"
"Sephiroth! What's gotten into you--?! Sephiroth, I trusted you!"
He'll hear no more of it. This noisy creature, this one that wants to take Mother from him... this human that likes him to be confused, simple, lonely, a simpering dog for Shinra... Masamune hums as it strikes out, the power of SOLDIER--no, of Jenova, of Mother--coursing through him and settling his score with the miserable creature without a moment's hesitation. Genesis was right... he is a monster, but he will fix that.
"You're no longer the Sephiroth I knew!"
"I am the chosen one. The chosen one to rule this planet."
The human--his name has faded into memory, not worth the time to speak--stands no chance, dispatched and he returns to her, anger dissipating once more, his hands reaching up to the glass tube where she sleeps. It's almost as if he can hear her. She's there, a hand on his cheek, cooing to soothe him and praising everything he has done in a voice that he's heard ever since he was just a little boy. He wants to make her proud, wants to hear more of those words that rouse a warmth within he's never felt from another.
He's marveled by Mother, mind focused on how to free her, to carry her away from here so they may start their journey to conquer this world and get revenge on the beasts that stole everything from her.
He sees the crack in the glass before he feels the strike, reality coming back in a burst of searing pain that jolts through his system. Pain... he's never felt it before, never felt something so real, something he hates more than humanity. He looks upon Mother's visage, seeks her guidance. Blood... he can feel... blood? Wounded like this, he can't carry Mother. He's certain Hojo will be eager to see his reaction to the truth. Somehow he just knows that he'll come and he'll separate them again.
He doesn't know if it's protectiveness or truly rage that forces him to take such a drastic measures. It seems as if Mother is telling him that all that is necessary for their reunion is her head, and he doesn't disobey Mother. The glass destroyed, the sword making a swift journey through the tender flesh of her neck and he cradles her head to him and suddenly remembers that he can't stand here anymore. His body betrays him, threatens to give out, but he cannot disappoint her. He has to make it someplace to recover, to hear Mother's plan... he can't be bested by some mere human!
Mother's head in hand, he staggers from her containment room, anger boiling over, another thing that is so very foreign to him. "By someone like you..."
That traitorous human who allowed him to suffer still breathes. "Cloud, finish Sephiroth!"
That blonde, someone he's seen around but knows is nothing but a failure raises that sword he remembers Angeal toting so proudly and, for a moment, his mind travels back to Angeal and Genesis, the setting sun upon Junon's cannon, where everything changed, where he was abandoned by what he once considered comrades, where he was useless, where he was nothing but a freak who couldn't raise his sword without something proving to him he's nothing but a destroyer. "Sephiroth!"
Those moments are over and Mother is coaxing him. Make an example of this human... says that voice in his head that he's always believed to be Mother's voice. He refuses to accept it as anything else. Masamune is able to easily fend it off. If Fair and Angeal could not best him with that blade, this pathetic human will do no better.
"Don't get overconfident." It's a sick satisfaction as the short scuffle takes them back into Mother's containment room and his sword digs through the flesh of the infantryman who is trying to play hero. He may have lived just a bit longer... if he didn't insist on getting in his way, didn't make him feel this uncomfortable feeling of pain. He feels something akin to the glee he remembers whenever he managed to provoke Genesis into battle and lifts the foolish boy from the ground, enjoying the flashes of pain that cross his face, his grunts of discomfort, the splashes of his blood as he struggles to breathe, to live. Is this how the rest humanity will fall? Will it be this wonderful, this exhilarating as he wipes the rest of them out?
But his pride is short-lived as there's something more than determination flickering in those glowing, blue eyes, something that makes his victory tumble away as the human impales himself further on his trusty Masamune, turns the tables and he doesn't know when it happened, but he's no longer gripping the sword's hilt and the heaviness in his limbs seems to have faded.
"This is impossible..."
He... bested by a country-bumpkin who's incapable of being SOLDIER... a human...? He only knows to apologize to Mother and promises that he just needs to sleep a little while and he'll be with her again... because Mother didn't abandon him and he won't leave her.
Fandom: Final Fantasy: Crisis Core
Characters/Pairings: Sephiroth, Zack, Cloud, Jenova
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for the Nibelheim incident
Author Note: Okay, so this isn't exactly how this was supposed to come out, but it did. I only had the first half planned out, but I dunno if I like it or not. It certainly was fun to write, Sephiroth's mentality during that time was obviously not what it should have been, so it's totally everywhere, but yeah. :3
Oh! I got the script from the internet, so yeah, it doesn't flow as nicely as it would in Crisis Core or the OAV, but I had no idea it'd go as far as he did.
Summary: "I am the chosen one. The chosen one to rule this planet."
Dedication:
Lies... everything he knows, everything he believes... they are nothing but lies. He's heard the words 'different', 'special', 'god-like' but he has never had a reason to believe in them. He's never cared to hear why they think those things because he knows his abilities are above SOLDIER standards, that he may very well be unparalleled in this world, but he always believed it was from hard-work and natural talent. Perhaps he took better to the Mako, that he was simply prepared to do these things, but now he knows... born of nothing but greed and science and a spiteful man who wants nothing more than his name to be known across the world!
"Mother..."
He's not sure if it's a smile, or if it's simply another one of those human things he's picked up in his years of servitude to their lowly race. Yes... humans are lowly creatures, ridiculous, senseless, always rushing to some end, betraying those that they call friends in the name of some glory. He knows humankind, knows how weak they are, how fragile they have made him and in those seven days he spent in that basement, there was a snap and everything soon became clear.
"Mother, let's take back this planet together."
Humans are pathetic and fragile, are liars and cheaters, are menaces to themselves. But Mother... Mother has never lied to him. Mother was stolen away from the planet, forced to be a subject for tests, just as he was. She is innocent and he longs to free her, longs to see what her reach to the world will be, once she has claimed it for her own.
"I've thought of a very good plan," he says fondly, itching to reach out, to embrace all that remains for him. The only one who has ever possibly loved him, the only one who knows and can accept him for what he is. "Let's go to the Promised Land together, Mother."
He's a little afraid. It's strange. He's renowned for facing dangers no human can possibly survive, for being brave, for being Shinra's ultimate strength, but he's still a little scared. Even if Mother has never lied to him, has never abandoned him (because she was taken from him), he can't know, coming face-to-face with her, if she will truly accept what he is, who he is, what he's become. He only wants to make her happy. Mother deserves it and he will ensure that Mother's goal, to rid this planet of it's stupid, pathetic, miserable inhabitants goes smoothly, but she has waited so long... she has been here, lonely, for however long, kept here by the man he supposes could be considered his father, though the term is very, very loose.
He hates him. He hates those who kept this from him. If he had been told he was born of this alien, this beautiful creature, would he have been so filled with doubt and fury? Hojo, Shinra, humans, the planet...! He hates them all!
"Sephiroth! Why did you kill the villagers? Why did you hurt Tifa?" Zack... Angeal's puppy... one he considered a friend once, a man who was able to soothe his confusion when he was left alone, abandoned by both Angeal and Genesis. "Answer me!"
But now he knows the truth, that Zack Fair is a traitor, a fragile human being who does not deserve his respect or trust, one that will be crushed under the might of Mother. So he chuckles coldly and does not turn away from Mother. "Those people have returned. With Mother's strength and knowledge, she should have been this planet's ruler." He grins again, doubt slipping away, madness gripping his mind, wrapping it in a blanket of security. He cannot turn back now. "But those people--those people took everything away from Mother." Mania calms back down to that unfamiliar but only other acceptable emotion then, a fondness that no one else has been able to give him. "But don't be sad, Mother. Let's go together."
He rips away the false idol standing guard outside of Mother's containment, finally prepared to see her, to finally figure out what it is, exactly, she looks like. He's always wondered, as a boy, what Mother would look like, what traits he gained from her. He sees her pale flesh, her silver hair, her unnatural form, but he's not repulsed. There's a bubbling admiration--she exceeds his wildest dreams. He knows, simply from being in this proximity, that this is Mother and this is the only person he ever need. "Finally, we meet, Mother--"
"Sephiroth! What's gotten into you--?! Sephiroth, I trusted you!"
He'll hear no more of it. This noisy creature, this one that wants to take Mother from him... this human that likes him to be confused, simple, lonely, a simpering dog for Shinra... Masamune hums as it strikes out, the power of SOLDIER--no, of Jenova, of Mother--coursing through him and settling his score with the miserable creature without a moment's hesitation. Genesis was right... he is a monster, but he will fix that.
"You're no longer the Sephiroth I knew!"
"I am the chosen one. The chosen one to rule this planet."
The human--his name has faded into memory, not worth the time to speak--stands no chance, dispatched and he returns to her, anger dissipating once more, his hands reaching up to the glass tube where she sleeps. It's almost as if he can hear her. She's there, a hand on his cheek, cooing to soothe him and praising everything he has done in a voice that he's heard ever since he was just a little boy. He wants to make her proud, wants to hear more of those words that rouse a warmth within he's never felt from another.
He's marveled by Mother, mind focused on how to free her, to carry her away from here so they may start their journey to conquer this world and get revenge on the beasts that stole everything from her.
He sees the crack in the glass before he feels the strike, reality coming back in a burst of searing pain that jolts through his system. Pain... he's never felt it before, never felt something so real, something he hates more than humanity. He looks upon Mother's visage, seeks her guidance. Blood... he can feel... blood? Wounded like this, he can't carry Mother. He's certain Hojo will be eager to see his reaction to the truth. Somehow he just knows that he'll come and he'll separate them again.
He doesn't know if it's protectiveness or truly rage that forces him to take such a drastic measures. It seems as if Mother is telling him that all that is necessary for their reunion is her head, and he doesn't disobey Mother. The glass destroyed, the sword making a swift journey through the tender flesh of her neck and he cradles her head to him and suddenly remembers that he can't stand here anymore. His body betrays him, threatens to give out, but he cannot disappoint her. He has to make it someplace to recover, to hear Mother's plan... he can't be bested by some mere human!
Mother's head in hand, he staggers from her containment room, anger boiling over, another thing that is so very foreign to him. "By someone like you..."
That traitorous human who allowed him to suffer still breathes. "Cloud, finish Sephiroth!"
That blonde, someone he's seen around but knows is nothing but a failure raises that sword he remembers Angeal toting so proudly and, for a moment, his mind travels back to Angeal and Genesis, the setting sun upon Junon's cannon, where everything changed, where he was abandoned by what he once considered comrades, where he was useless, where he was nothing but a freak who couldn't raise his sword without something proving to him he's nothing but a destroyer. "Sephiroth!"
Those moments are over and Mother is coaxing him. Make an example of this human... says that voice in his head that he's always believed to be Mother's voice. He refuses to accept it as anything else. Masamune is able to easily fend it off. If Fair and Angeal could not best him with that blade, this pathetic human will do no better.
"Don't get overconfident." It's a sick satisfaction as the short scuffle takes them back into Mother's containment room and his sword digs through the flesh of the infantryman who is trying to play hero. He may have lived just a bit longer... if he didn't insist on getting in his way, didn't make him feel this uncomfortable feeling of pain. He feels something akin to the glee he remembers whenever he managed to provoke Genesis into battle and lifts the foolish boy from the ground, enjoying the flashes of pain that cross his face, his grunts of discomfort, the splashes of his blood as he struggles to breathe, to live. Is this how the rest humanity will fall? Will it be this wonderful, this exhilarating as he wipes the rest of them out?
But his pride is short-lived as there's something more than determination flickering in those glowing, blue eyes, something that makes his victory tumble away as the human impales himself further on his trusty Masamune, turns the tables and he doesn't know when it happened, but he's no longer gripping the sword's hilt and the heaviness in his limbs seems to have faded.
"This is impossible..."
He... bested by a country-bumpkin who's incapable of being SOLDIER... a human...? He only knows to apologize to Mother and promises that he just needs to sleep a little while and he'll be with her again... because Mother didn't abandon him and he won't leave her.
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*wiggle*
We love Momma's Sephiroooooth.
<3 He's so cute and saaaaad. :3 You did a good job.
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<3 Aww. *snuggle* :3 Thank you! ^^ I'm really glad you like him.