#goditas

He knows he has a bit of a temper, that he tends to flicker between emotions like a light switch and that he can get a bit violent when the right triggers (all of them, really) are pressed in the right order. Some would call it immaturity, others insanity.

The thing is, he doesn’t actually care. She’s pissed him off, smacking every one of his buttons, ignoring all the flashing lights and warning signs.

(It’s definitely insanity. He knows for a fact that somewhere down the line, when everything was silence and a never ending void and nothing else, that he’d gone completely mad and had never quite recovered from it – )

So, she’s going to die. It’s just that simple. But for all that he dislikes her, Vanitas is a merciful god and so he’ll give her a chance to reverse her death. And all she’ll have to do is play a little Game with him.

Should be fun, really.

It’s why he’s here now, whistling cheerfully as he makes his way through the ShinRa building and back to the ground floor, ignoring everyone else in his way. He hopes the cleaning crew doesn’t mind the bloody mess of a tiny blonde he’s left in the President’s Office.

The voices of the Lifestream cried out around him; a cacophony of concern, dismay, anger, fear, coaxing. Sephiroth gripped himself tighter, cocooning himself in all his anger, his Mother’s blood strengthening his shield as the tendrils of the souls of Gaia wrapped around his feet, trying to wash him away in their flood. 

He lashed out, hate cracking like lightning across the Lifestream. The screams brought him satisfaction, but it wasn’t long before the Lifestream pressed in on him again. He was tumor in the Planet’s blood that its immune system had no way to fight, yet he could no longer metastasize--they were caught in an eternal impasse. Curling in on himself, Sephiroth blocked out the sounds around him as much as he could, drowning out the almost familiar voices trying to pry his defenses apart. Anger was his white noise, filling him up until there was no room for anything else. He would not surrender. He would not be swept away into the blood of this  Planet.

The souls around him erupted into sudden chaos once more, but this time Sephiroth was not the cause. Curiosity echoed inside him; he peered through the black veil smothering his soul. 

The last thing Elena remembered was screaming Tseng’s name, and the sound of gunshots cutting through the bitter wind, and then blackness. It took a moment for her consciousness, slowly bubbling back to the surface, to remember the context for these memories. As her mind began awakening she traced the sequence of events with her thoughts.

We were sent to North Crater...

To look for any traces of JENOVA...

Tseng found her head...

He handed to me...

We were ambushed...

“Tseng!” Elena sat bolt upright head whipping around to look for her boss and partner, hands patting her thick winter jacket feeling for the case with the head. How she wasn’t dead and frozen she didn’t know, but it was less important than everything else.

She breathed one sigh of relief when she felt the shape of the thick square box hidden in the fluff of her coat.

But the only person around was none of her fellow Turks. Wasn’t someone she recognized at all.