Title: When Bonds Are Formed
By: mistress-of-the-fading-moon
Rating: PG...I think. It won't be higher than this but I suck at telling ratings.
Disclaimer: Okay unlike in my other stories I replay the disclaimer over and over again. That stops NOW! I am only saying this once and only once...I do not own any characters other than the ones I might randomly throw in their. Sephiroth and Tifa and anyone else(not created by me) belongs to Squaresoft. This disclaimer applies to all chapters. Thanks!
Notes: Okay I just had this idea in my head that wouldn't leave me alone...like it, love it, or hate it I don't care. But no flames. I like praise and constructive criticism. Anyways as you can already tell this is a Sephiroth/Tifa fan fiction. Also I have a full summary here just in case I didn't write it all out there. Oh and below in the summary when I mean bound by ties I mean like when one gets hurt the other does(maybe not as severely but you get what I'm saying) this does not mean they are physically tied together. Anyways you'll see when I start getting into later chapters.
Also this story takes place after Final Fantasy 7:Advent Children.
Summary: Tifa, now lonely and desperate for some company and action somehow triggers the awakening of Sephiroth for a third time. Bound by invisible ties, these two must work together to break the bonds that bind them together. But it seems breaking bonds is harder that it appears to be. Fate has a weird way of showing love and desired company.(not awesome but hopefully it gets my point across.)
Italics equals thoughts
" " equals speaking
bold equals either their conscience or someone else speaking inside their head.
Sephiroth: 27
Tifa: 23
When Bonds Are Formed - Chapter 1
Why?
Why? I would think you would know, a masculine voice whispered harshly in her mind.
Snapping her eyes open, Tifa looked around confused. She gingerly touched her headache stricken head.
What is this voice that haunts me inside my head?
Not stopping long to think about it she walked up to the steps that lead from her bar to her bedroom, a bathroom, a few guest rooms, and a office. She sighed in tiredness and sadness. Denzel and Marlene were gone. Marlene away with Barret and Denzel tagged along. Denzel wanted to be with Cloud, of course, but they both knew somehow, Cloud wasn't coming back. Cloud was still in denial that Aerith was long since past.
This made Tifa very saddened, sad to see him waste his life looking for someone who was not coming back to life. The death of Sephiroth brought little happiness to anyone but Yuffie, who seemed happy about anything. Tifa smiled a bit as she remembered Yuffie's cheerfulness and energetic attitude.
"If anyone could make you smile, it was her." Tifa said with sadness coating her words.
Tifa never forgot what her mom told her many a times just so she would be prepared for the real world...nothing lasts forever. No one knew this better than Tifa. Her and Cloud was a good example. She thought(more liked hoped) that after Sephiroth was gone Cloud and her could settle down with Denzel and maybe Marlene if Barret gave the okay. She always thought she loved Cloud and at a time she thought he loved her as well. How screwed up that was.
Cloud only thought of one person. And let's just say it wasn't her.
After he left without even a good-bye just a note, she spiraled into depression that none of her friends could help with. And slowly, after reexamining herself, her love of him slipped away. Now she only cared that he was safe as he tried to find what he was looking for.
Tears appeared in Tifa's mahogany eyes but they did not fall.
I will not cry for him...not anymore.
Tifa trudged up the creaking wooden stairs and ignored the images and memories that seemed to trigger with each room she passed. She came to a dark cherry colored wooden door and placed a delicate hand on it's rough surface. She ran her fingers over it's texture, taking in every detail. She turned her head away and closed her eyes. Shaking her head to try and erase the memories, she felt her hair rub against her milky colored skin. She opened the door and went straight to a desk, where a phone and picture were located at.
She looked down and picked up the photo of Denzil, Marlene, herself, and...Cloud. She closed her eyes, tears threatening to fall.
Why? Why did you go Cloud? We all loved you so much.
A mirthless laugh echoed through the room as a dark presence coated the walls in it's malice.
"So the idiot finally decided to leave you for good hmm. How tragic." The voice mocked at her not only in her head but on the outside as well.
She opened her eyes and whipped her head around in the direction of the voice only to see nothing. The dark presence lingered a bit before disappearing completely. Pain shot through her head. She covered her ears and collapsed to her knees, dropping the picture in the process. The headache got worse.
"Leave me alone!" She cried in agony.
The pain instantly disintegrated into nothing. Tifa removed her hands from her head and looked around the room. Standing up she grabbed the fallen picture and checked for damages, seeing none she placed it back on the desk.
"What is happening to me? Why does this voice sound so familiar? Who's is it?" She thought out loud, curiosity and confusion tinting her voice.
Shaking her head, she leapt up so she sat on top of the desk, her legs hanging over the desks front and her hands gripping the desks edge. Tifa looked out the window observing the sun being blotted out by the storm clouds. She couldn't help but think something was coming and she wasn't talking about a storm.
All that was felt was the gentle touch of water meeting skin. This was a new feeling from the normal blackness. The feeling of being dead but not quite. Something was calling. Pulling them out of their long slumber. They felt a pull, a surge of overwhelming power. The power that now coursed through their veins gave them the strength to open tired eyes. They found out they weren't in ordinary water. They were in a shell filled with water, hidden from the world. How they got their, they could not remember. Reaching a hand out to touch the seemingly protective shell, it groaned and then the person noticed notches that lit up and slowly opened for them to exit.
The power felt now long gone, weakness consumed them once again. The water spilled out as the shell opened. The person fell to their knees, coughing and spitting up water. Taking in a breath of musty air they stood regaining some strength. They looked about the room.
Eyes blurred a bit they blinked, clearing their eyes. Seeing a long katana in front of them, resting on a pedal stool they reached out and grabbed it's hilt. Memories, images, and words soon spilled into their brain, awakening their memory and power. One word slipped out of their lips,
"Masamune."
They observed the sword and suddenly all was put together. Everything made since.
The one thought dead was alive.
Sephiroth had awoken.
Okay so this is chapter one. It's sorta like a prologue but not and sorry it's not that long. I hope you enjoyed it. Review please. And I will try to have the second chapter out soon. See ya!
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