A Kiss of Black and White
Fandom: Post-Kingdom Hearts II
Pairings: Past Seph/Zack/Cloud, Past Squall/Rinoa, Present CLC
Warnings: Crazy DF!Rinoa, Momo's insanity, Seph's hotness, and Zack's utter nonsense making.
Oh, blood and guts and a spine being broken in two and general ew-ness
Summary: That kiss hurt more than it should have.
~15 Lost Within
Eyes glazed from the black; Cloud roamed the darkness aimlessly, a hand clutching the cloth over his chest. His thoughts swirled, tainted by the darkness he excluded, so heavy and thick even the Heartless stayed way.
Cloud didn't know what to do. All he knew was that had to find him.
He knew he couldn't control his power on his own; his mix mash mind and body nowhere near powerful enough to contain the energy both Zack and Sephiroth controlled within him.
But Sephiroth was lost to time.
Lost to time? What did, what could that even mean?
"Well well well. What do we have here, I wonder? A failure, still living, while my masterpiece rots." That voice made Cloud want to vomit.
Like a phantom, with a body created bit by bit by wisps of darkness, the one Professor Hojo appeared, beetle black eyes staring at Cloud, the scientist with both hands behind his back.
Green bubbling surrounding; acidic burning with every breath-
Cloud flinched, pressing his free hand to the side of his temple as a flash of pain raced through his head, punctuated by Hojo's high and thin laugh.
"I do wonder how you have survived all this time, Failure." Hojo mused, tilting his head in only a way that reminded Cloud of pain. "Maybe some studies on that flesh you carry will answer my questions."
It was everywhere green, green; he was floating helplessly-
"Your experimentation did nothing the first time." Cloud rasped, wincing as his eyes began to burn. "And it wouldn't now. Don't bother thinking you can touch me." Glassy green blue eyes lifted to were the specter stood.
Thrashing helplessly from the pain only caused more, nothing he could do to stop it, nothing he could do to get away-
"Just go away." Gleaming green eyes clenched shut. "Stop haunting me."
"Dear me." Hojo crooned. "Did you just try to give me an order, Failure?"
"Try and make me, boy."
"MY NAME IS CLOUD!" The blond snapped out furiously, snapping open eyes he didn't even realize he closed.
"Neither deserve a number. Failures the both of them, not even fit to experiment upon."
The voice made Cloud's head explode in pain, but the blond refused to fall to his knees before the madman, lifting both hands to clutch at his hair. "I am Cloud Strife, no one else!"
Hojo started to cackle.
Cloud felt something deep within him snap and stood tall, locking drunken green orbs on Hojo's form as he pulled Tsurugi from his back.
"And what do you think you can do with that, boy?" Hojo sneered, lifting his chin up. "Going to kill me again?"
Cloud didn't answer as he lashed out, cleaving Tsurugi right through Hojo's jaw, Hojo's body falling to the ground with a sickening slump as what remained of Hojo's head rested upon Tsurugi's activated blade, green eyes locked on the blood numbly.
"Come now boy." Green eyes locked on the half of a head still resting on his blade, only to stare at the pristine metal. Bloodless. He glanced down, noting no body rested upon the ground and spun about, wide eyes staring at Hojo. "You'll have to do better than that!"
Hojo began to cackle madly, his voice echoing through the air as another incarnation of Hojo appeared by the scientist's side; identical to the first in every way.
"You are nothing but a failure after all!" The head still upon his blade cackled.
Bubbling burning, peeling the skin off his flesh with a touch, boiling his blood as it was pumped through his veins.
"Try again!" another voice started as the second began to laugh in tune with the first. "And again! Maybe you'll be able to kill me this time, boy!"
Laughing. Echoing and echoing in a spiral of pain, Tsurugi felt from numb fingers as Cloud pressed both palms to his ears, hunching over.
Make it stop! Make him stop, stop him!
From the blond's hunched form pure darkness exploded through the air, coiling about his shivering skin for a few moments before launching itself into the air.
Suddenly everything fell silent as Hojo's laugher cut off with a weak gurgle, and Cloud looked up through tearing eyes, faded green locking onto luminescent Mako orbs.
Black clothed hands clutched onto a familiar sword now lodged within Hojo's back and out his chest, pinning the man to the ground like a macabre butterfly; blood glistening brightly with Mako as it slowly - wetly - made its way down the Masamune, Hojo's limp body following it soon after as elegant hands shoved the body from his blade.
Sephiroth had returned.
I warned you.
Least, I think I did.
Even more fuckery on the way.
Is anyone else having as much fun as me?