Sephiroth Fan Fiction - Part FourFiction: Sephiroth x ReaderSephiroth Fan Fiction - Part Four by NodachiBlade
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“Jesus, Zack!” you gasp, breathless, after another ferocious blow to the face, “leave me my teeth, will you?”
Zack grins down at you, maintaining his fighting stance, “I’m pretty good now, right?”
“I’ll say..” you mutter almost bitterly, spitting blood out onto the floor of the ring.
“I have Angeal to thank for that,” Zack finally relaxes his stance and extends a hand to help you up, “the personal attention he’s giving me is really paying off, I’m going to make First in no time!”
You supress the mild pangs of jealousy and get back on your feet, with Zack’s assistance, wiping off your mouth with your free hand. “Do you think he’d train me?”
“Ooh, I don’t know..” Zack says, visibly considering the idea, but quickly dropping it, “
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You toss and turn through the night, replaying the dreadful scene over and over in your head. The memory of Sephiroth’s perfect body is now clouded by the more vivid memory of his stern face. You feel like you’ve not only let him down, but yourself too. You drift in and out of restless sleep until finally, the morning arrives.
The sound of your phone ringing interrupts your inner dialogue and you answer it. Your stomach churns when you hear the unmistakable voice of the the General.
“Come to my office, please,” he says without any indication of mood or hint of emotion.
“Sir, I-“ you begin to protest, but he quickly cuts you off.
You sigh in defeat. “Yes, sir.”
You take a few minutes to try to look presentable, the evidence of a sleepless night clearly visible on your weary face. You walk slowly towards Sephiroth’s office, try
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You knock on the door and wait for an answer. As the door opens, you begin the rant due for Genesis before you’ve seen who is on the other side. Your mouth falls open a little as you see before you the large, imposing figure of the infamous SOLDIER 1st Class, Sephiroth. His silver hair falls down over his face and his pale Mako eyes narrow.
“Genesis isn’t here,” he says simply, apparently unaffected by your ranting.
After a few moments of gawping, you try to regain your composure in spite of your surprise. You should be used to it by now, you have a habit of losing the ability to form coherent thoughts in the presence of the General.
“Oh,” is all you manage to force out.
His eyes remain fixed on you, waiting for further response, but his stare only serves to render you speechless.
“Is it urgent?” he presses when he receives no more information from you.
You manage a small n