Um, yeah, this is weird. Sorta sad and sorta funny at the same time. Um, just read it.

Disclaimer: I do not own final Fantasy VII in any way, shape or form. I wish I did though.

Warning: Implied yaoi, some language and Jenova bashing - of course.

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Final Whisper

He wondered if they knew yet. Probably not, although Vincent did seem to be quite intelligent and therefore might have seen the truth. Perhaps he knew. Perhaps they all knew, but then again, perhaps they didn't. Cloud definitely did not know. If he did he would not be fighting.

He smiled internally. Cloud was beautiful when he fought. That was the only good thing about this incarceration. He could watch him fight. He was like a dancer, so graceful and lithe. He could make any attack he attempted look divine. So perfect. So delicate. So beautiful.

And then there was always the nagging pain, the pain that came with knowing that he would never have Cloud. Cloud was not his, he belonged to no-one. He was free like a cloud and all the more desirable for it.

More than anything he hated Jenova. She believed that all that remained of him was her loyal servant, her puppet who danced when she wanted him to. But there still remained a tiny bit of free will, trapped inside the puppet, who did nothing more than observe. She believed him dead. Gone. All that remained of Sephiroth was his puppet figures and a tiny scrap of what he had been that had been warped by Jenova. And then, hidden away was all of Sephiroth the Man. Not Sephiroth the General, not Sephiroth the Experiment, not Sephiroth the Puppet, but Sephiroth the Man, the only part safe from Jenova.

She was after all female. So she had attempted to remove all of Sephiroth the Man from Sephiroth and had failed abysmally. All she had done was cut him off from the rest of her Puppet. He still burned bright with wishes and desires and lusts. And currently Cloud was all he wanted. For Sephiroth the Man had loved Cloud since he'd first set eyes on him and even cut off from reality as he was he still loved him.

He was glad that Cloud didn't know. If they knew that any part of Sephiroth was still sane, Cloud would be unable to kill him. Zack hadn't exactly been quiet about Cloud's infatuation. If Nibelheim hadn't happened when it had, chances were that Sephiroth would have asked Cloud out, although out was a figurative term and in this case meant 'You are coming home with me and are going to be fucked through the floor. And you will enjoy the experience. And it will be repeated.'.

But things hadn't gone that way and now here he was, a certified psychopath with a god complex and a mother complex who – when he was sane – had fallen in love with an underage ShinRa trooper. Oh and the part of him that was still sane was still madly in love with him and really wanted to have his own body so he could commence with the whole 'fucking through the floor' plan.

Things would not go that way though. Cloud would kill the Puppet and in the process the man he loved. Then the Planet would heal and Jenova would die. Or maybe Jenova would create remnants to recreate the Puppet and accidently bring back the real Sephiroth too. He didn't know. But he did know that eventually Jenova would be forced to use this part of him, and when that happened she was going to lose her Puppet. Then finally all would be well.

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For a split second as he died Cloud thought he saw eyes filled with love staring at him but then he was gone and rejoining the Lifestream. He faintly heard a voice murmur something as the glowing disappeared.

Thank you, Cloud.

And then it was gone, as if it had never existed in the first place. For some reason, tears began to gather in the corner of his eyes.

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Like I said, weird. Tell me if you liked it.

Ja ne.

Rethira