Fractal

She continues to wonder if this is a dream, often fearing that one misstep may wake her any moment. He knows better. This is the normal life he wished for. He often pleaded for this throughout his life. For years they've both been speaking to each other through the looking glass, and now it seems one reality has transcended the other. But the question is...will it last? (🔞)

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Chapter Index

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Side Stories

(00€: As you can see, there are none as of yet.)

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Sephiroth: And FUCK that Kefka guy in particular

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Baby!Roth: Who the fuck is this clown?

Dissidia!Sephiroth: This fucking clown....

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Fractal-Chapter 3

SephirothxFem!OC

TW:Angst, light yandere, see tags Disclaimer: teasing, bdsm, budding dom/sub dynamic, childhood friends, yandere!Sephiroth (Light), Mirror Play, Edging (Sorry babes), Exhibitionism...sort of? [Quick links to previous and future chapters can be found at the bottom.]

[*Side Note* I would like to apologize for using the wrong name, as my foolish ass forgot to do my due diligence with properly bringing up the Wu Tai. I will do my best to ensure that I don't repeat my mistakes moving forward.]

So, Who’s the lucky girl? She couldn’t be that stupid. He knew when she was playing the fool and that was the most obvious act she could have ever displayed. And she'd displayed many in the time he knew her. Frustration built as he stood beneath the heavy droplets, and he couldn’t help but stare at the water as it circled down the drain. His long silver hair clung to his back and legs as he slid it away from his face. Long fingers embraced his shoulders and he jumped, circling and reaching for the owners throat. A threatening look flashed for a brief moment as a low and menacing growl escaped him. A gust of cool air blew past him as his feet brushed into an empty stall. Before he knew it, the other parties back was slammed against the wall. A loud and manic laugh echoed throughout the shower room and Sephiroth’s eyes widened. A shorter man with shoulder length spiky brown hair gazed up at him with ease as his chest rose and fell with every breath. He licked his lips and his eyes fluttered. Sephiroth could only sneer in annoyance towards his friend for nearly risking his life just now. But judging by the wanting look in the other man's eyes, his actions were not simply proceeded on the whims of a prank. 

             “That was dangerous, you know.” Sephiroth chided. His grip loosened on his subordinates throat as he moved back and heaved a sigh. “What the hell were you thinking? We’re supposed to be fighting the Wu Tai, not eachother.” The commander rolled his eyes, jutting his hip to the side before turning the nozzle to the spout beside his compatriot on blast. The cold splash was enough to cause Sephiroth to jump back with a glare. “Sorry to disappoint you, sourpuss.” Genesis tsked. “Unfortunately I know how to have fun.” Fun, was it? Sephiroth furrowed his brow. He clicked his tongue at Genesis's idea of fun. Fun was when Mia took paints to her mirror to draw silly little faces or play tic tac toe as children, or just sitting down and invited him to watch a movie on a tiny little box television that he could barely see in her bedroom lest all of her lights were turned off. He would have given anything to go trick or treating with her in little costumes, or have little make believe moments where they fought with her styrofoam swords. He would have loved to have a normal childhood with her in the pursuit of fun without the denial of innocence and to atleast have the opportunity grow apart and back together over and over until they matured as normal children would. Sephiroths fists slowly curled and tightened at the smaller man. He envied the privileges that Genesis afforded. For any hint of mischief, any toe out of line for Sephiroth would be met with severe punishment. His eyes drifted down as the memory of Mia in her prom dress. The way she'd altered it to compliment her features and dance with the light as she moved made him move away from the other man as quickly as possible, turning his water to a freezing temperature so things would go unnoticed. A mournful sigh escaped him as he looked at Genesis and studied his hair. It was similar to her hair color.

“Damn it…” He mumbled to himself, sighing and dipping his head further into the water. Genesis watched him with intrigue and a mercurial laugh echoed throughout the locker room. Sephiroth winced, frowning at him. “You're thinking about her, aren't you?" He mocked. " The little thing you’ve been jacking off to in our tent?” Sephiroth could hear the ire beneath Genesis’ words. The corner of his mouth twitched in agitation and his shoulders squared.

“I assume you have a point, Genesis?” Genesis grinned up at him, his eyes gleamed with malice as Sephiroth watched in scrutiny.

“Isn’t it obvious?” the shorter man sang. “When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end, the goddess descends from the sky.” 

On the surface, one could see that the waters of Sephiroth's ocean were calm, yet beneath the surface an undercurrent rushed as monsters thrashed through its tempest. The General's rage boiled as he did his best to quell the dark thoughts spurring toward his friend in that moment. And a lump formed in Sephiroth’s throat while he did his best to remain still. His breathing was steady as he stared at the wall and continued to wash himself. Genesis watched him patiently.

“It seems I've stricken a nerve .” The smaller of the two teased, growing more and more amused by the passing second.

“No, my friend.” The general laughed, “Unfortunately, I’ve grown too familiar with your little theatrics.”

Theatrics. Such a funny word to describe a funny man. Sephiroth smiled and ebbed towards the last of his shower routine. He'd begun to allow his friend too much freedom with his emotions. He breathed and slowly rolled his shoulders in an attempt to relax. Were he to act on his rage, Genesis would be granted the satisfaction he'd been so eagerly waiting for.

   “Are you sure you can trust her?” Genesis warned. His face was placid. "She might betray you like Glenn did.”

Sephiroth’s eyes snapped open and his jaw set. He slowly turned his attention back to Genesis with a cold and calculated expression as steely eyes fixed on the smaller man, stopping him cold in his tracks. Saying nothing, he moved to rinse himself off, struggling to remain calm. Adrenaline rushed through him. He couldn't even think. And to bring up someone who just disappeared in and out of his...his thoughts trailed off. He didn't even realize he'd gripped onto the corner so hard that he'd broken the tiles. Blood smeared onto the locker room wall and the smell of copper permeated through the air. A hand fell on his shoulder and his voice called out to him before he spun around and the sound of shattering broke him out of his trance. Soon the smell of copper and iron was overwhelming as Genesis slid to the floor, groaning as he cradled the back of his head. Sephiroths eyes widened and his breath hitched.

He realized that he'd made a terrible mistake.

Mia curled against the mirror and waited for him. She’d been locked in her room most of the day and did not like the idea of going outside. She’d applied some makeup and wore a red mini dress so as to apologize for playing the fool. She wanted to talk about that once they spoke again. However, given that she waited as the minutes ticked by, she found herself…waiting. 

And waiting…

And waiting some more….

“What’s taking him so long?!” She shrieked, finally tossing a pillow from the bed. She’d gone through the process of setting the ambience, the music, everything just to apologize and the window hadn’t opened as of yet. She couldn’t just say open sesame like in Aladdin and the Forty Thieves. 

“Quite the ensemble, Starling.” 

There was the voice again. She remembered hearing that very same voice when Leah came to her. A black fog consumed the room. A ghostly presence surrounded her, capturing her as though it’d found it’s lost bride.There was a certain mixture of joy and sadness as flames of blue and vibrant green floated in tiny balls.Yet the presence remained a shadow as it approached. As if She was not permitted to look upon their face. Soon, the flames faded one by one, and the candles soon faded and the room shrouded in darkness. A sudden weightlessness took hold, and a shiver ran down Mia’s spine as leather clad fingers brushed the small of her back.Cool flesh and trimmed leather brushed along her exposed flesh. Hot breath tickled her ear, while warm lips left a trail of butterfly kisses up her shoulder and down her neck. An involuntary moan escaped her, drawing a deep rumble from her captor and the tickle of long hair brushed along her shoulder.

“I have waited for so long to do this…” Her eyes widened. Alarm bells went off in her head as she struggled to break free. It was almost as though her body were being carried through a vast ocean and there was little control as to where it took her. Cool air brushed along her skin as the presence held her steady, patiently soothing her until it was time to let go. She closed her eyes, unsure if she had fallen asleep at some point. That is, until she heard her name Being called. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a barack, standing in a puddle full of water and looking up at a tall silver haired man wrapped in a towel. His eyes were wide as he was tense. Her body wasn’t sure how to react to him beyond moving to leap and press her lips to his. He reacted in kind, swinging her onto his cot. His fingers traced along her thigh, hooking beneath the lace band of her panties as she held him close, unwilling to let him go. He pulled away, looking into her eyes for a few moments, a thousand questions mirrored her own. Yet he didn't know how else to address them as he felt his body press closer.

"So much for asking who the lucky girl was." Sephiroth growled, brushing his lips past hers and moving to bite into her shoulder. His tongue laved along the mark, clearing the blood from his claim. "Do you know now?" Mia whimpered in delight as a soft shudder erupted through her body.

“Let me stay.” She begged between breaths.

His eyes darkened as he pressed himself between her thighs and curled his body so as to move himself along the middle of her chest, slowly beginning his journey as he lowered himself between Mia's thighs. He wasted no time tearing away the thin barrier that separated him from his prize and Sephiroth’s eyes gleamed a bright chartreuse as a malicious smile played on his lips at the surprised yelp that escaped from Mia in that instant. Excitement brewed beneath the surface as a silent vow to take his time ticked away at his brain. He wanted to savor her. His tongue swiped along her folds,breath hot against her flesh as his fingers curled around her hips. Her red dress curled up to her belly and her ragged breaths bounced off of all four corners of the room. He’d needed this. They both did. His eyes flashed up at Mia who'dbeen gasping and twisting beneath his torment, jerking as he gently grazed his teeth along that little nerve that swelled to attention. The tast of her drove him mad, and he found himself diving deeper, wanting to hear more of her. He was completely unaware that she had other plans, unfortunately. Mia pressed her lover away, pulling him up so that he was hovering above her and moving to close the distance between the two. Their breaths intermingled and his arms wrapped around her waist as she tasted herself. Her body pressed against his while she held on to him for support. The fact that they dove into this scenario was unexpected. She more or less thought that there would be talking. Not vicious necking like a pair of horny late bloomers at a rave. She didnt even know how she got here in the first place and...her thoughts trailed off. She pulled back and quivered, drawing a breath. She did her best to gather herself before coughing and looked up, only for his lips to crash against hers once more. She felt like she was losing herself to the moment as they melded back onto the cot. His teeth grazed her neck and shoulders and his fingers caressed every part of her body.

"Seph..." Mia gasped. She was trying to compose herself. "Sephiroth wait we..." She was cut off again. This time not from him, but from the entire world fading into the abyss as the thick black fog from before consumed her once again before his very eyes. She reached for him and he tried to catch her in a panic. Her heart beat in her chest and a pleading look mirrored his. She didn't want to go.

His lips were still covered in her violet lip gloss. Her perfume still lingered where she’d lain. She was real….She was real…right? A sharp pang went through his chest. He could remember her warmth. Mia’s taste still lingered on his tongue. He looked at his cot and saw remnants of her undergarments. So no. He couldn’t have been going mad. He pleaded to himself, begging some part of his brain for it not to have been a dream. 

Mia’s loud blood curdling shriek broke through the entire house as she banged at the glass of the mirror. She clawed at the flat surface begging pleading to be sent back. Her eyes were wide with rage and she recalled the feeling of his damp hair creating a curtain around them. Sephiroth’s weight against her body and her begging to let her stay. She could feel another set of eyes watching her as she banged against the mirror. Not in malice, but in sorrow this time as she sobbed against the mirror. As though this was not something he’d planned. She looked down at her wrinkled dress and clutched the edges. The window had long since closed and she could hear Leah calling her name as her sobs slowly reduced to soft and mournful cries. She had no energy to clean herself up. Though to some, it would make her look like some kind of drama queen, she would resign to falling asleep in her smeared makeup and red dress, just to prove to herself that what she experienced was real. That he was never fiction. Then maybe…just maybe, she could put the delusion to rest.

Mia wasn’t sure when she’d fallen asleep. All she’d really known was that the sun had burnt her eyes when she heard the soft hum coming from her closet. Sephiroth was looking over a briefing with a cup of coffee in hand.His eyes were focused and his brows were knit together while he pressed the rim of the mug to his lips. His trenchcoat flowed with his movements as he slowly paced back and forth.An untouched bagel rested at the side of his desk and she tilted her head.Does he ever take the time to eat? Mia thought to herself. She pondered how long the window’d been open but never bothered to ask.Her eyes followed him for a long while before toddling over to the mirror and slid against the glass. Her head was still pounding and her stomach twisted for reasons unknown. Her eyes slowly blinked as she continued to watch him. He glanced in her direction for a brief moment as if to say good morning before going back to studying the file in hand. . 

“It feels like I had a party with a bunch of squirrels last night.” She groaned.Seph gave her a small laugh. 

“You’re telling me.” He began.. “When I woke up this morning, there was this lingering scent of perfume. I think my troops are trying to pull a pra-” There was a brief pause as though he wanted to say something lewd, yet firmly held his tongue. “So it was real…” he breathed. Mia slowly turned her gaze up as several papers fell to the floor. She wondered what he was looking at and then looked down at the ensemble she’d fallen asleep in. Her eyes traveled over to the vanity and took notice of the smeared makeup. Hickeys peppered her from her neck and down to her breast and crinkled dress. The bottoms of her breasts were slightly exposed. Her stockings were riddled with holes. Memories of him softly grinding between her legs caused her belly to clench. She remembered that he was only wearing a towel around his waist and  that his hair was damp. Her voice was rough and the memories of her screaming and wailing as she banged her fist against her mirror echoed in her brain. “Y-yeah.” she croaked. 

Let me stay. Mia remembered herself pleading. She felt her entire body flush as her mind raked through all of the possible questions that needed to be answered. How did she end up on the other side of the mirror? If it were possible in the first place, why couldn’t he be there with her? She rose to retrieve a makeup removal wipe from her cosmetics drawer. It would only take a few moments before the smudges of the night before were gone. She could feel Sephiroth’s eyes watching her every move as she made her way back to the mirror, sitting before him as she sat cross legged before him. His brow rose and his arms folded. The corner of his mouth quirked. He crouched low, tilting his head. A predatory expression loomed on his face as though he were some kind of leopard, eager to pounce. His bright green eyes seemed almost calm had it not been for what he’d been seeing in that moment. 

“Are you sure you want to sit like that?” Sephiroth purred, licking the back of his teeth. Mia couldn’t fathom what he could’ve possibly been talking about until he nodded to the large gap in what used to be her lacey black panties. It took her a moment to process until she slowly closed her legs and wrapped her arm over her belly. She could see the good officer press his fingers against the glass with ease. His knees now rested on the ground as if to move as close as he possibly could to her. 

“And you called me the pervert.” Mia mumbled beneath her breath, averting her eyes as if to hide a dirty secret that only her expressions could reveal. 

“Look at me when speaking, Starling.” Sephiroth commanded. His voice was low this time. “Repeat to me what you said, just now.”  Her voice quivered and her body quaked, visible enough for him to see as an overwhelming sense of vulnerability claimed her. Mia rubbed her legs together as tension began to build and her eyes met his. For a moment, it nearly felt as though he were reaching forward and taking her by the chin. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and opened them as the tickle of hair fell over her shoulders. There he was, leaning over her on his hands and knees. His eyes were no longer predatory but widened as she breathed in his scent. She reached up to touch his chest, sliding along the leather straps and beneath his trench coat with intrigue. His hand reached for her wrist and firmly squeezed as if to warn her what would happen if she continued. It wasn’t painful, not in the least. Rather, she laid beneath him, pulling Sephiroth toward her in invitation as her fingers curled around the back of his neck. And soon the predatory smile he had with her earlier came back in full force. He dipped down, claiming her lips, releasing her wrist and pulling her by the waist so as not to free her of him. She spread herself out more and made quick work of unfastening his belts and bracers, grinding against him to coax him further. 

“Sephiroth?” Called a voice. The two immediately stopped in their passions as heavy footfalls echoed through the chamber. Sephiroth and Mia sat upright and straightened themselves to see who’d entered the General’s barack. A man with a red trench coat and black pauldrons strode in with heavy lidded eyes. His lips were pursed into a thin line and he seemed to be looking around as he sat down on the rolling chair of his Generals desk. As Mia watched, Sephiroth’s fingers tickled along her lower back and his hair fell over her like a curtain. His trench coat was completely unfastened and his voice sunk into a low groan as he spoke softly into her ear. 

“We were busy, Mia.” Mia yelped in surprise when a single digit prodded at her entrance. His other hand held her fast by the belly as tender kisses were peppered along her shoulder. She spread her thighs further for him as he stroked along her passage, adding a second finger as she squirmed and bucked beneath him. Her voice echoed throughout the room in sheer and utter bliss. The man above her couldn’t help but laugh as he gazed down at her with playful reprisal. He slowed his strokes, tormenting and teasing her as he slowly added a third finger to his ministrations, licking his lips as she pleaded for him to continue. It was adorable how she thought he was going to stop. His fun was only getting started. He slowly pressed further into her passage and repeated his strokes a few more times before bringing his attention to the small bud just before the passage. A cruel smile appeared right then and there. He could continue to torment her…or….

He recalled all of the times when she was playing with herself and she thought she was alone. The times where he would watch her and cry out his name in their year apart. As though he wouldn’t know about her secret hide away places. He knew everything. Oftentimes, when he was waiting in a transport vehicle he would need to cross his legs next to Genesis or Angeal just to hide his frustrations from seeing her with a vibrator and some artificial cock between her thighs. And she would be crying out for him while doing it. During those days he would feel his throat go dry and the heat rush to his cheeks. All because he couldn’t do anything. But now he could. And as he rose to his feet he went to her drawer and pulled out the toy that would grab her attention the most. He studied it’s contents closely, raising his brow as he drew his thumb over the smooth surface of the piece. It’s base reminded him of one of those tentacles on the creatures he’d often encountered in the mountains, and yet he found himself enamored with the numerous functions presented to him each time he clicked the button. He’d never really considered the concept of toys in the past. In truth the idea never particularly caught his attention. However, in this moment, as he struck a particular pulse setting, he couldn’t help but raise a brow. From what he could feel when his fingers were inside of her, she’d been well lubricated and he knew that if he proceeded the way he was planning there would be no going back for either of them. 

He watched as she moved to a sitting position and immediately strode behind her and fell to his knees. Mia took notice that one of his gloves had been on the floor, only to have her face cupped by his free hand so she could look at the mirror. The window, it seemed, had closed for a brief moment. She could see everything as he nudged both of her legs to open further. Mia’s eyes met his as he studied her closely, apprehension continued to build as his fingers brushed along her body. As though he were silently worshiping her for a brief moment. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back for him, gasping the moment the vibrators sensations met her folds. She wanted so terribly to close her legs, yet his free hand only held them open, sliding over her belly and her breasts. He guided both of her arms to reach back and hold onto him so not to fall forward. The feeling of teeth sinking into her shoulder sent her into cries of pain and ecstasy. 

“Look at the mirror, starling.” He growled. “Look at the mirror, or I stop and our fun is over.” The way his voice rumbled in his chest made the hair rise on the back of her neck. His orders were clear and she bit her lower lip as she slowly opened her eyes. The vibrator was firmly pressed against her. His length had just barely penetrated her and the heat had only begun to rise between the two. His breaches had just barely sunken below his knees, while the leather trench he wore acted as a protective blanket around her. She studied every part of him as she did as she was told, not realizing the building frustration that she was inducing. She leaned further against his body and looked up at him, drawing her tongue along his neck in affection before nipping at his jaw. His pleased smile was short-lived. As the moment it faded he proceeded to thrust himself as deep and hard as he possibly could. Continuing the cycle as she cried for him. Praising her, stroking every part of her body as she begged for more of him. Unaware that the window had opened once more. All he could hear were voices. People who were possibly looking for him as Mia fell forward and he lost himself to her, flipping her over so he could see the adoration and pleasure on her face. He wanted this. He stayed alive for this. He pulled her legs up and folded her into a mating press, thrusting harder and faster. Stimulating her deeper as she whimpered beneath him and pulled him closer to her, claiming his lips in earnest. He took her in with each thrust as their tongues intertwined, battling for dominance as he braced himself over her. 

“JUST WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT SON OF A BITCH?!” Someone shrieked. The scream made the two of them jump and Sephiroth shuddered in recognition. His body tensed as he looked up, and immediately stopped Mia from glancing up. He quickly moved away and fastened himself, fixing his hair, reaching for anything that would keep him inconspicuous. When Mia moved with him and began to turn he stopped her once more.

   “You don't have to.”

Another cry of displeasure resounded from the mirror. 

    “I must.” He choked.

    “You can stay.” Her hand moved to tighten around his and he couldn't help but take her in. Not because of the fact that they’d practically had sex and were in a pre-euphoric state, but simply because she wanted him as he was. A loud crash echoed from the halls beyond his barrack. 

    Panic set in. The man who shrieked was not one he wanted to go anywhere near her. And he knew that if Mia asked if she could come, he would figure out a way to bring her with him.

     “You know I can't.”

There was a pained expression that reflected his own. He knew what was going to come next. His silly, stupid and crazy girl would open her mouth and beg to go with him to a man who would pluck her apart in an instant and subject her to unethical experimentations. If she survived, her mind would never recover. If she didn't, he would have to go into a ditch to search for her body. Neither possibilities were things he wanted to see come to fruition. 

The further Hojo stayed away from her, the better. 

      However, he was a weak man. If she begged him to take her now, he would never be able to leave her. Therefore, before she could utter another word-he pressed his lips to hers. His hand kept a firm hold of her waist as he soon lifted himself from her, saddened eyes whispered silent pleas and apologies as Sephiroth faded into the abyss. 

He crashed into several cleaning utensils and well sealed chemicals. It seemed that for some reason this newfound ability of his was heavily tied to emotion and desire. Yet he pondered whether or not he could return on a whim. He sighed and touched his temple, checking for bruises and feeling several strands of his hair. Several seconds passed before he realized that something on him was missing. A vital part of his uniform that one would deem as important, and yet…he chuckled. And yet…his imagination did not stray from the possibilities of what she would do with that tiny bit of leather he’d left behind. Good god he hoped she would make proper use of the thing. If not, he would be sorely disappointed. 

It took a moment before he properly adjusted himself and slowly walked out of the utility closet, making his way down the corridor to find a decrepit old man with dark hair waiting for him. The old man's beady eyes were severe as they peered up at him through circular lenses. The rest of the old man's uniform was mostly unkempt as his mouth remained upturned, dissatisfied at his test subjects' lack of punctuality. Sephiroth’s face remained placid as his hands remained firmly at his side, counting the seconds as this little man still seemed ten feet tall to him. Doctor Hojo could potentially drag him back to the lab if he so desired. Or worse, pick a man from his platoon to test on, since Sephiroth had been so bold as to be away for so long. A young man stood in the corner, fidgeting in place as he jostled from one side to the other. 

“Is this a new recruit?” Sephiroth asked. His voice was cool and collected, completely void of any intrigue or emotion. The perfect product of Shinra as Hojo would want. That was all Hojo wanted. 

Sephiroth tucked his arms behind his back and squared his shoulders. He was obviously putting on an air of authority as his eyes trailed around the room and landed on Genesis, who’d been sitting at his desk. His eyes were trained on his mirror for a brief moment as they then moved over to him. They looked to his ungloved hand and squinted as he clenched it for a moment and pointed at him. As if to say, Not a fucking word. Genesis curled the corner of his mouth and rolled the corner of his shoulder in a subtle shrug. His eyes were trained on the situation despite the knowing glance he kept in the corner of his eye. Sephiroth knew that once the two were alone, there would be an eager conversation. He prayed that Angeal, another first class, would intercept at some point. 

“Yes,” Hojo said lowly. “And I would like very much for Lazard to arrive as soon as possible, so that I may return to my work post haste. Either him or that Heidegger head of security bastard…” Seph did his best to maintain the eyeroll that threatened to come to the surface. Fearing that it may just cause him issues in the long term as-his thoughts were interrupted as a gruff voice called from around the corner. 

“Apologies for the late arrival.” A man with blue eyes and stubble on his skin in the standard Shinra first class uniform entered the fray. His muscular frame resembled that of someone of a more spartan like stature with a more sun kissed appearance. His dark hair was split down the middle. Another man, much smaller in stature with a well fitted suit followed closely behind him. His gloved hands held a file tightly to his chest. Hojo sneered as he bore his teeth to the two for their lack of punctuality. And a sense of sick satisfaction washed over his test subject at the scientists displeasure. The much younger individual in the room seemed to know him. No doubt a student of his. Sephiroth straightened and the other man gave him a look, noting the missing glove. Seph subtly shrugged and continued to stand at attention until the briefing was over.

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Fractal-Chapter 2

SephirothxFem!OC

TW: Our boi (Sephiroth) gets pew pewed, General War Themes, Bullying, Pushy Ex Boyfriend, Unwilling Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Domestic Violence, Mia might be a Berserker Class, PTSD, Depressive themes, Is Mia Really that Stupid?

Synopsis: It's been a year since her last interaction with Sephiroth. Mia has experienced a walk down memory lane and not for the better. Her longing grows ever deeper for Sephiroth as she continues to search for him throughout the house, begging, pleading to make an appearance. And when he does, he is hardly the boy she knew....

Typical. Mia thought as she spiked the punch. She’d managed to smuggle a couple of airplane bottles into the senior prom scene between her breasts without a hitch, and the chaperones were none the wiser. And as her eyes watched boredly while the clear fluid emptied into the fizzy bowl of sickeningly sweet mix of hawaii punch and squirt soda, she caught a glimpse of a flash bomb and nearly jumped back. She could have sworn she saw black feathers and a single wing from a ground view. Her eyes filled with concern as she immediately tucked the now empty bottles back into her dress and stared further into the punch bowl. He wasn’t wearing his jacket. He was unprotected under fire and the music was too loud to hear the shouts and commands as he directed troops on the frontlines. He looked around and checked for wounded as he then looked at the ground below. His eyes shone in the light as they met hers if only for a moment. And in that moment, a bullet hit him and she nearly screamed. Several girls looked over at her with quizzical expressions. Soon to be mocking sneers. Their unsubtle whispers and jeers reached her ears without fail as she moved along the walls with the now alcoholic concoction. Praying for this celebration to be over more than anything. But most of all, praying for her soldier to be okay.

Most of the senior class was sloshed by the time the party was over. The chaperones could never find the culprit, and the creepy teachers just used it as an excuse to frisk the girls and little twinks who just came of age. Her included. But if she reacted, she knew she would be considered liable. As true as it was. She knew that as soon as she headed home, the sooner the drama would be over, so why not deal with the bullshit for another five minutes. Her motorcycle was just in view and all she had to do was stride over and ride it home. A simple one, two, three. Right?

Wrong.

So.Fucking.Wrong.

The moment she got onto the highway, she nearly lost control of the breaks and found that her belt had been misaligned. Likely a prank from the other seniors. It was fine. She was wearing protection under her dress anyway and she could treat bruising if need be. Her eyes narrowed as she concentrated on taking control of the situation. A low growl escaped her as she slowed her bike down, gently speeding up and revving the engine slightly as she pulled to the side. She looked up at the sky for a moment and popped the side satchel. The forecast warned for a chance of heavy rain and potential storms, so she had to work fast. There was quick work of checking the belt alignment and her suspicions proved correct. The word “freak” was etched onto the belt and she scoffed. Freak wasn’t the worst thing she’d been called in her four years. This wasn’t even the worst they’d done. It was indirect and fixable.

“Assholes.” She mumbled.

Once done, she stood and got back on the road. No use in stalling to get back home. She didn’t like staying on the roadside for too long. Legally, she was now an adult. Mentally, she was…well…a lost kid. Her best friend was, as far as she knew, imaginary and only accessible by mirror. And she couldn’t call him at will. It really depended on when the damn window, as she liked to call it, opened. She was also so emotionally attached to him to the point where if he died, her devastation would break her. She couldn’t possibly fathom why. Hence why him being shot affected her so much. Sephiroth was the closest thing she had to normal in her life. Everyone was merely in and out like a damn burger franchise. And why the fuck would they stay? Out of pity? Money? They all had their own game. Hell, the paralegal, Leah, stayed for a while and then just up and disappeared for whatever fucking reason. She only popped up whenever it fucking served her to help Mia with her god damned homework or to make sure she was eating well. It wasn’t like she was her fucking mom or anything. Mia was fucking fine on her own. She had a motorcycle. She figured shit out independently. She even paid for her own license for fucks sake. And now she had the option to go to any college she wanted after having maybe one boyfriend in her life. And what a fucking great example he was….Mia paused at the last part. She was being unfair. Her first boyfriend was by all means a sweet boy. She just….couldn’t love him. There were obstacles. When they made out she noticed when Seph accidentally popped in on the mirror and saw them. She couldn’t see her boyfriend in her arms. Instead, she closed her eyes and imagined Seph as she heard him walk back around the corner. She wasn’t intending to startle him. She didn’t mean to cause alarm.

She officially ended it when he proposed to her before joining the airforce. She couldn’t help but stare at him and feel a lump form in her throat. Not out of glee or happiness, but out of fear. What would she be leaving behind? Better yet, whom? She was standing alone in her room when he barged in. No knocks or anything. At least, that’s what he thought. He thought she’d been rehearsing for an audition. Yet Sephiroth’s eyes widened in what appeared to be a mixture of surprise and heartbreak as she stared down at the young man. Her breath caught for a moment and she finally swallowed.

“Can I think about it?” she asked, apprehensive as she tried to hide her hesitation.

Her boyfriend, at the time, smiled and stood. “Please!” He chirped excitedly. “I really hope you’ll say yes.”

There it was. The pressure. He’d never pressured her before, sweet as he was. She imagined a life with him and how it would be to be a dependa. She never knew her mother as she gave up her rights to her a long time ago. Her father had beaten her to near death and lost not only his custody, his part of the estate and anything left in her grandmother's will. She shivered at potentially having her child waking up in a hospital and going through a lengthy recovery process from a fatal beating like the one she’d face. The very idea sickened her. Resolution suddenly overtook her and she straightened.

“Give me a few days and you’ll have an answer.” she finally said. She needed to come up with a creative way to say no.

The young man's eyes glowed with both hope and happiness as he leaped up with joy and pulled her into his grasp, holding her and spinning her around as though she were Ariel from the little mermaid. She didn’t want to feel like Ariel. She wanted to feel like Belle from Beauty and the Beast. She Wanted to be spun around in a poofy gold dress in a grand ballroom with someone she actually loved who actually worked on themselves. Someone who was as broken as she was but willing to put the pieces back together with her. Not a puppydog. Her eyes narrowed as she rested her head on his shoulder. His hand traced along her lower back….the rest was history.

Once he was gone, she couldn’t look her friend in the eye.

“So what will you say.”

“I’m going to say no.”

There was a low snarl that nearly made her jump. He was wringing his hands through his hair in frustration before slowly folding his fingers together. A deep sigh followed suit and she rose to find his back to her. His knees were propped up as his head was leaned back against his mirror.

“I wouldn’t have guessed with how he was fucking you against the glass.”

Sephiroth’s voice was low, almost monotone. And Mia wouldn’t have been able to tell him that she was imagining him as her soon to be ex was in the middle of…well. Her face turned red as she rubbed her hands along her neck and jawline and frustration.

“Had I not known any better, I would think you were jealous.” She quipped. “It’s not my fault that the window opens and closes where it’s inconvenient.”

“And it’s not my fault that you could’ve said no.”

“Forgive me, Seph, but I prefer people I–” she paused. “Nevermind.” Sephiroth turned. His brow was quirked as she began to move from the bed, wrapping herself in her bedsheet as she did so and leaned against the looking glass.

“When it comes to relationships, I promise not to do that again.” She finally told him. Realizing the damage she’d caused. “I’m sorry.”

Two days later she would give her ex boyfriend her answer. His disappointment was apparent, however she’d done what she had to do. He’d somehow been surprisingly understanding and yet…the breakup was bittersweet.

For Mia, this endeavor was a world away. And as she pulled into her driveway she noticed that there was a silver impala parked incorrectly near the side of her fence. Her head went into a whirlwind of possibilities of whom it might be. And she quickly paused as she then walked in through the side of the garage so as to take the element of surprise. Sephiroth had taught as much.

Her eyes narrowed at the door as she slowly crept in, closing the entrance lightly. She checked the premises from top to bottom for any signs of life, carefully listening for footfalls as she silently made her way to the utility closet for her grandmother’s tanto blade. A family heirloom that she hid away as not only a keepsake, but also something that would serve useful if cared for and honed in situations such as these.

“That’s not going to work.” a voice whispered. It was low, yet familiar. It sounded older somehow. Her brow furrowed as lightning struck as cold, unfeeling eyes looked down upon her through strands of silver. Disappearing with another flash. Her reflection soon stared back at her in the mirror now. She questioned what she saw. That wasn’t Sephiroth. His eyes were always full of emotion, not…whatever was looking down at her. She couldn’t see the rest of the specter, as they seemed to be shrouded in darkness. Yet she recalled that every version portrayed in the game seemed to appear a certain way. He would reach out to infected denizens who were infused with Jenova cells through a psychic link. Haunting their minds with visions and…she blushed. She couldn’t think about some of the cloud endeavors. However, what she could think about was the fact that she was not fused with Jenova cells.

There had to be some other reason.

Theory of relativity often stated that time was not linear. And that with every action there would be a reaction. Ergo, if something was changed in the time space continuum, for example stepping on a butterfly, chances are, it would create a ripple effect toward the future. However, that is only a small matter as opposed to a much larger cause and effect. In some time lines, were Mia never to meet Sephiroth, chances were that she would die and be buried in a potter's field without a penny to her name. Her father would be faultless for ever beating her to death. Or she would be taken into the system, miserable and likely to commit suicide in her mid teens, if not succumb to the trauma. Maybe she would meet another version of Sephiroth later on in her life who would want to destroy her. Not that she’d mind. She would beg for it. He would likely take pity and grant her wish…worse, torture her into begging for it.

A shudder rippled down her spine.

Had they not met he would’ve become even more of a sadist with a god complex.

Not that he wasn’t already, the ass.

She inhaled and exhaled as she turned the corner. Her eyes gleamed in the dim light as she listened to the voice from before echoing in her head. That’s not going to work. What the fuck did he know? She paused for a moment. Thinking and sliding her tanto into the front of her dress, just in case she would find herself in need of it. She reached for a baseball bat she hid around the corner of the stairwell as she trekked deeper into the home, the sound of her own breathing began to intermingle with whimpering and soft sobs. Another familiar voice that she’d not heard in a while.

“Mama..” mumbled a smaller, much more child-like voice. “Okay mama.”

When Mia turned into the common room, the sight before her was almost welcomed despite the gruesome image laid before her. A woman with tawny reddish brown hair curled in the corner beneath the window of the darkened room, trying not to make a sound as she kept her eyes on the outside of the house. A little boy, no older than maybe three or four years old was held tightly to her chest as he tried to sooth away her tears and calm her. There was a cut beneath her right eye as signs of a large bruise was beginning to swell. There were obvious cuts on her arm and her nose had been broken. Blood was oozing from her lip.

“Leah?” Mia gasped. “What the hell happened to you?” She wanted to ask where the older woman had been. Why was she…no. Now wasn’t the time. A loud screech and a crash sounded outside. And Mia’s head turned slowly as she gripped the baseball bat. That was the sound she was looking for. Her body tensed. Her nose wrinkled and she was not only pissed off, but she had some self loathing and pent up aggression she had to take out on someone from earlier.

“Cover his eyes.” Mia snarled.

“Wh-” Leah squeaked. Mia snapped her head in Leah’s general direction. Her eyes alight with fury as she approached the door.

“I said cover the damn kids fucking eyes, Leah.”

There was a moment of quiet, then a loud explosion as a large man kicked the front door in. Mia rolled her shoulders as he first looked at her and pointed at her in warning, soon to train his eyes on Leah and the toddler in her arms. The younger of the two women grinned viciously at the man's mistake as he would then realize that the moment he looked away was the moment he would take a blow to the head. He doubled over in pain, dazed for a moment, shaking his head as Mia slowly approached. He reached to grab her by the skirts as if to pull her down and she swung the bat down on his back. A loud howl echoed throughout the house. Suddenly, a sick sense of satisfaction fell over Mia like a warm blanket. She never knew that violence would feel so…fucking…wonderful. She couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to. His blood splashed all over her as though it were a sprinkler, and his cries were like music to her ears.

“Mia.” Leah called. It sounded far off and distant to her.

“Mia…” She called again. Mia still ignored her. The euphoria provided too much of a rush.

“MIA THAT’S ENOUGH!” A hand fell on her shoulder and pulled at her. Her fist swung in the direction of whomever was behind and before she could stop, it was too late. She jerked back. The bat in her hand dropped to the floor. Her body shook with adrenaline and she wondered how far gone she was before she’d been pulled back to reality. Her eyes welled up with tears when she realized exactly what she’d done. Leah was slightly bent over, holding her left cheek in pain. Her lips were pursed into a thin line as Mia’s eyes watched her in fear. Images of her father flashed as she remembered him pinning her to the ground and senselessly beating her half to death. She recalled waking up in the hospital to find Leah sitting at the end of the hospital bed, gently smiling at her as she held the Sephiroth doll that her grandmother made. She didn’t realize how much pain she had to address. She didn’t realize how lost she was. This woman was more like a mother to her than the woman who disappeared from her life so long ago. The woman she couldn’t even remember.

“You and your son are welcome to stay as long as you need.” She croaked. She turned away and headed to her room.

The day after she watched in silence as the coroner hauled the corpse of Leah's now dead husband from her grandmothers home. She'd been up all night, enduring intense interrogations. The questions felt endless as she faced not only the police, but a forensics team and investigators to see if she could keep her story straight. From the doorway, she could see the prying eyes of her neighbors and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Leah watched from the sidelines as she was treated for wounds and questioned from the side to see if Mia's story held up. Weeks would go by and the insurance on Leah's husband would go through to ensure that there was some financial gain from his death. Leah would try to give some to Mia, however Mia would then deny it and tell her that it wasn't necessary, yet it was insisted upon. 

    "You're family." She said. "You should get a portion." 

Mia would begrudgingly give in. 

After receiving her certificate in the mail, and avoiding the post High School walk of shame, Mia proceeded to count the months and watched as the seasons changed. Her appetite fluctuated as she remembered that night. Her eyes remained dull as she continued to look back and forth at the mirror. She would lean against it, waiting. But nothing would happen. Maybe, perhaps she was imagining things. Perhaps the boy beyond the mirror was always imaginary and having someone living with her was maybe a cure for her hallucinations. The tiny padding of feet from a little boy echoed throughout the hall outside of her bedroom. She had long since cut her hair. Her blood stained dress was thrown in the incinerator and the girl in the mirror did not look the same as before. The whisper of the wind that flowed through her room caused her to stride over to the frame and lean against the panes. She gazed up and watched as the leaves shook and hues changed with the sunset. She hadn’t realized that it was fall already and yet, the smell of the rotting wood and petrichor in the air made her close her eyes and lean close. The mix of grays, greens and russets together made her think of the union between the ever changing earth and the cosmos. The love that she felt towards someone who didn’t exist and yet…she so terribly wanted him to. 

 “You cut your hair.” The sudden voice was unfamiliar. Much more mature, there was authority to it, and yet there was some familiarity. Some familiarity, however, was not enough. She reached for her machete and withdrew it from the fiberglass sheath and pointed it in the direction of the voice. Her eyes were feral and animalistic. As though they were ready to kill. She’d already killed one man, she was ready to kill another. However…killing this one, would involve going to his world. If he existed. Her eyes softened. Her chest began to ache and his expression was both surprised and pained. What happened to you? Could be read on his face as she fell to her knees. He moved to try and reach out, yet withdrew. The impossibility was clear. 

“I’m sorry.” She choked. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.” She couldn’t look him in the eye now. The girl she used to be was gone after senior prom. She watched him get shot. She thought he was gone. She thought he’d been obliterated in a storm of bullets the moment she looked away. 

“Come here.” He told her. His voice was soft, not as authoritative as it was when he entered. She did as commanded and slowly edged her way to the mirror. She still couldn’t find the courage to look at him. His hands were still gloved and his uniform was skin tight. His chest…she looked up for a brief moment and immediately looked away. His chest was exposed. She wasn’t used to him like that. This wasn’t the time to be remarking on his general appearance. “Look at me.” She shivered at the low purr that erupted from his chest. She wasn’t used to that. It was almost as though he’d stepped straight out of a romance novel. She wanted to laugh at the thought just as much as she wanted it to continue. However, her eyes slowly moved upward. She questioned when he’d gotten so tall. He practically towered over her at this point. She subconsciously reached to try and touch what was before her. She traced his lips, down to his collarbone and chest as he quirked his head to the side. His hair exposed the pale skin of his neck and a salacious smile pulled at his lips. 

“And here I was worried, starling…” He raised a teasing brow. “But here we are, being a little pervert.”

Mia sputtered for a moment and Sephiroth leaned forward. His hand glided against the mirror and traced the side as he studied her features with hungry eyes. A wolfish grin stopped just where her navel would be as he looked at her hips and slowly trailed up to meet her eyes. 

“Not that I mind.” 

“What are you saying Seph?” Mia grumbled, moving to hide her body. She was nervous, heat pooled at her core as she’d only been clad in a paper thin crop top and boy shorts. She bit her lower lip, knowing full well what he was seeing. Her hip jutted out as the waistband of a black thong peaked out from underneath. From the other side of the mirror, Sephiroth had already had his quarters changed from an observation cell to an officers barrack. As nice as it was, he couldn’t help but find her image more than pleasing as he exposed more of himself. He had more privacy. He had more to give. More to show off. She couldn’t deny the fact that he saw her lick her lips at the sight of him. He saw her on the battlefield. Her worried expression shocked him as he directed his subordinates to and fro to ensure that a good number of his people were able to return. He knew what he was doing. He didn’t like it. He should have died under fire. But if he did, she would not see him again. And he was starting to get some modicum of an idea of how the windows worked. It just took him a while to get him settled into a new living situation. He would still be observed and tested. But on the battlefield and in Shinra HQ. In his space, she was his. 

“Seph.” Mia called to him once more. Her new pixie cut didn’t hide the annoyance on her face. Her lips dropped into a soft pout. He figured he would play with her for a moment. 

“Starling…” He began. “What do you think I meant when I said, I offer my sacrifice to you?”

Sephiroth leaned back with ease and watched her look at the parallels between loveless and another poem and the thought suddenly hit her.

“You changed it on purpose, didn’t you?” 

 His once flirtatious smile softened to that of a lovelorn man, out of reach from the lady who he wished so desperately to hold in his arms. 

“So who’s the lucky girl?”

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Fractal-Chapter 1

Sephiroth x Fem!OC

TW: Genocide mention, Definition, Descriptive violation of human rights and the need for accountability, angst

00€: Have fun with this one folks.

Genocide.The deliberate killing of a large number of people of a particular nation of ethnic group with the aim of destroying that nation or group.When employed by the Shinra corporation, he partook in the following; Murder, Extermination, Forcible transfers of populations, enforced disappearance and apartheid. The rest his men did. The rest he turned a blind eye to, and he would blithely state that he was following orders. Hojo wanted him to do it. Everything was because Hojo wanted to take notes for his research….but how much of that was him denying accountability?

“Then why don’t you stop?”

Mia’s voice chimed through his room as he sighed and strapped himself in. His turtle neck remained neatly pressed against his neck as he carefully laced his boots. His hair draped just slightly past his shoulders. He turned and looked at himself in the mirror to ensure that all was up to code. Gold eyes gazed up at him as she craned her neck to get a better look. He raised a brow, smirking a little as he reached for his jacket to strike a subtle pose before her. Do you like what you see? He wanted to ask her. But he needed to stay on topic.

“I don’t know if I can.”

Watanabe Mia scowled. She placed her book down and stood with ease, padding over to the mirror as she pressed her body against the glass. Her arm propped against the corner as she then raised her brow at him. It was like watching her through a window that he couldn’t open. And his eyes traveled down to her breasts and all throughout her body. It appeared as though she were having a hard time touching the mirror without standing on the balls of her feet, yet he had little issue leaning down and meeting her from eye to eye. If he could reach through and pull her into his arms he would. But what would that entail? What would it mean if Hojo walked through to find him pinning her against the wall and succumbing to his own desires. They were eighteen, and she was only slightly younger than him by ten months. And despite the expectations of being younger, her intense eyes struck him. She could say much by saying so little. He felt judged.

“That’s not an excuse.”

“You’ve never been to war, you don’t know anything.”

“I see what it does to you.”

He turned his back to her and ran his fingers through his hair. He needed to continue getting ready, not continue to be guilt tripped.

“Don’t you have a dress to shop for?” he spat.

“I already bought it.”

Great. Perfect. And she didn’t bother to show him.

“Who are you taking?”

He wasn’t going to turn back around and show her his face. He was going to go on yet another campaign, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d be gone this time. He’d seen her attend other dances before. Why should this one be any different? The room fell silent as he looked around. Usually that meant the window closed. He would not receive an answer were that the case. Soon he heard pages flip and he couldn’t help but turn to find that she was still there. This time, clad in a dress that she’d very clearly altered on her own. Her eyes stared down at the pages in a book of poetry that she’d kept, expression serious as she remained focused on finding a specific verse. He soon jumped as she sighed and finally snapped it shut. Despite it all, he couldn’t help the level of regality and poise she’d kept about her. His heart skipped a beat when their eyes met once more and she strode back to him.

“Sephiroth, you know the poem, Loveless, right?” she asked him. Her expression was serious. “What is the last verse?”

Sephiroth sputtered. His eyes searched the room for an answer and he couldn’t help himself in that instant.

“Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return.To become the dew that quenches the land…” Sephiroth paused to see if Mia was still listening. She’d pulled up a seat to listen, pressing her shoulder against the glass. She was curled into a ball as she watched him pace back and forth as he tried to remember. He sighed and decided to make a show of at least remembering the last part. He touched his hand to his chest and held his free hand out, as if to reach and take her own. “To spare the sands, the seas and the skies...I offer my silent sacrifice.” Mia perked and straightened with a tilt of her head. Not noticing that his change of the final line was deliberate.

“That’s not how that last part goes.”

Narrow blue green eyes fixed on her. Sephiroth’s brow twitched and his jaw tightened. A deep sigh escaped him as he touched his temple. He didn’t have time to explain why he changed the last part of the verse. He didn’t even know why he bothered. It wasn’t cute and she would have to wait until the next time they spoke to better understand where he stood with her anyhow. He was needed on the front. He desperately wanted to leave this life. And until he was deemed useless to the company, this life is what his would be.

“I have to report for duty.” He grumbled. He took her in once more. Her gold eyes watched him in confusion as her hair hung over her shoulders like a waterfall. Her violet dress stopped just at her ankles as she watched after him like a princess who was seeing her knight off into battle.

His princess.

He mouthed the thought to himself as he straightened the collar of his jacket, and leaned forward to reach for his knapsack. She was his secret friend from beyond the looking glass. The untouchable girl who couldn't be taken away, and that he could not hurt. Hell, he likely didn't even need glass to see her. Just a reflection.

“Will you be back soon?” This time, her hands were pressed against her side of the mirror. Her eyes were pleading and it was as though she were searching him for answers. He wanted to say that there were no certainties as to whether or not he would be able to come back. However the medicine they continued to give him made sure he never had to leave. He couldn't leave. His atrocity count would pile up and he would continue to act on the whims of Doctor Hojo and Shinra. And….no. No. He needed to figure out how to defect.

And he needed to do so, subtly.

He strode out of the room without a word. He wasn't sure if he could make any promises that he couldn't keep.

Just like that he was turning the corner and walking away. The window closed. And she was left on the other side with nothing but silence. She looked in the mirror at her dress and frowned. If she could take him to her senior prom, she would. She would gladly pull a prank on the other students and live that of a normal life with him. She doubted he would enjoy a lettermans jacket…or maybe he would, given his athleticism. However, his military background would have likely landed him in ROTC. Maybe. Though she wasn't sure if he would be made to cut his hair. However, due to the fact that he turned eighteen a little before her, chances were that he either would have started going to a local college or that he was taking a gap year. Regardless, it was painfully apparent that she would be going alone this time.

It was fine.

She was used to being alone in those situations.

She strode down to the kitchen in her dress and sighed at the reflection staring back at her. She’d been hoping for a Gibson girl ball gown appearance with all of the taffeta, but it seemed like that wasn't happening with how the dress stopped at her ankles. She needed a few extra petticoats to fluff it out a bit more and maybe to add a few more decals to the bodice. Her exit celebration wouldn't be till the summer. But knowing Sephiroth, or as she called him- Seph, chances were that he would be away anywhere from one to two years. Given the campaign. She unzipped the back of the dress and wriggled herself loose. Her mind wandered as she thought about his military formals and how she wished that she could join him. There were so many things that she wished. She doubted herself on so many levels that he was real and yet….for the moment, she wanted him to be.

“Wait for me by the moonlight.” She began. The verse from Alfred Noyes’s ‘The Highway Man’ flowed through her mind. Her brows furrowed as she kicked her dress away, leaving her in nothing but a strapless bandeaux and boy shorts. “Watch for me by the moonlight.” She looked to the reflection once more and pressed her head to the cool glass. Waiting for any sign that he might be there. She waited to hear his voice, even for a moment. “I’ll come to thee by the moonlight…though hell should bar the way.”

It would be another year before they saw each other again....

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Fractal -Prologue

A SephirothxFem!OC Fanfic

TW: Death, Child abuse, intimidation

The light from her grandmothers old television set emanated through the dark room, and ominous music broke through the static. The whirring sound from the Sony playstation hummed in her ears as she fixed her eyes on the screen at the vibrant eyes of the silver haired man walking into the flames of a now burning town. His eyes gazed over what seemed to be his work as his hair moved with the wind and his blade was held firmly in his hand. She clicked the start button on the controller to pause the intro to Final Fantasy VII. Her eyes were transfixed on the man before her as she furrowed her brow before her. His eyes were distant the longer she looked at him. She studied him a bit further as she reached her hand out and touched the screen. He looked like he didn’t want to be involved in the merciless killing of innocent people. He didn’t like being seen as a monster. There were so many more things that she could see, but she couldn’t quite place. All she could see was a feeling similar to what she felt when her father came to retrieve her. 

“Are you hurting?” She asked him. 

Her grandmother walked in at that moment. She could tell by the slow padding of her house slippers and the click of the light. It didn’t quite bother her, as she’d been adjusted to the glow of the television. The sound of cushions shuffling behind her meant she needed to move further away to avoid getting scolded. She didn’t need to be told. Several clicks sounded behind her as she continued playing. Wood clicked and metal scratched together, as the elder worked. A soft sigh escaped the little girl as a smile escaped her lips. It sounded like another doll was in the works. 

She would continue to play the game day by day, carefully learning the story and working toward the boss battle and reading between the lines. She would seek out books about the final fantasy lore and tilt her head curiously about the storyline and what was left unsaid. She would check out references and even go into the character backstories. Whenever she was left at her grandmother's house for long periods of time, she would proceed to play and talk about the game as her grandmother would nod. The old woman would slowly sew away at her project and nod as she listened intently. A pile of papers sat neatly on the table before her with a closed pen. Unfortunately those papers were there for a reason, as two years later, the same little girl at seven years old would be standing at her grandmother's grave. Not two hours later she would be chasing her father down about her grandmother’s house. 

“This is my house!” She shrieked. “Grandma said that this place was to go to me!” A much taller man with dark hair and a larger build swung around, eyeing her with monstrous intent. His fury flooded the room as she in all of her tiny ferocity stared him down. He sneered at her audacity and scoffed he slowly turned. He snapped his head over his shoulder at the sight of a doll with black clothing as the little girl set her eyes on its familiarity. Its long silver hair and black gloves was all to familiar to her and she immediately leapt after it once her father gave the order to drop it in the wastes. She was unaware of the pain she would be in in the next few moments. The loud bang from the tin can, would send a ringing through her ears. The sudden feeling of her father slamming her head into the hardwood floor as he began to beat her. The feeling of her ribs breaking beneath the much larger man as she looked up at the doll who she called her friend. 

Sephiroth. 

“See Seph?” She gasped between blows, reaching out to try and touch the doll as tears blurred her vision. “I told you I…” She trailed off. She couldn’t even remember what she was going to attest. She was going to protect him? She mocked herself. She couldn’t even protect herself or her grans house. Her vision continued to blur and all began to fade. The Sephiroth doll proceeded to show concern if only for a brief moment, and in just a second began to take on the appearance of a young boy of about seven or eight as he reached out in earnest. His eyes were filled with sadness and concern for her. 

“Who hurt you?”

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