The Shinra building wasn't exactly the ideal home for a five-year-old boy, but Sephiroth didn't mind. It served his purposes for now. There was nothing happening to him that he objected to, even the strenuous SOLDIER training. His glowing green eyes warned unnecessary suggestions away, and his abnormally long silver hair only enhanced his strange reputation, which kept the suggestors themselves away.
He paced down the long steel hallway, examining the day's schedule in his hand. Strange. There was an odd amount of free time in order for him. Apparently his schedule had been shuffled to allow for this sudden outbreak of spare time. He scowled down at the timetable, the fierce look in his Mako-green eyes causing several workers to quickly move out of his way. He shoved the schedule in his pocket and moved purposefully towards President Shinra's office. He burst in unnanounced, interrupting President Shinra at his desk doing paperwork. The president jumped at the slam of his door, actually lifting his bulk out of his chair. Attempting to settle himself back down, he tried to cover his embarassment at being startled by a child. "Sephiroth! What are you doing in here?"
"Finding out what the meaning of this is." He shoved the schedule into President Shinra's face. "My schedule has been completely rearranged - in a disorderly fashion- to allow for this 'free time'."
"Well," President Shinra said, not looking directly at him, "I felt that a growing boy your age could use some time in which to wander the city and make some friends."
"I do not need free time, President Shinra. And I do not like having my schedule rearranged in such a manner. I would appreciate it if you would take this monstrosity off my schedule."
"I'm afraid I can't do that-" he started, but when he looked at Sephiroth's angry glare his throat closed on the words, nearly causing him to choke.
"I'm sure you can manage something, Shinra. I have great faith in your abilities," he said mockingly. Then his face hardened once more. "I will let this slip for today, shinra. But I expect my schedule to be returned to its normal course by tomorrow."
He finally let the squirming president up from beneath his laserlike gaze, turing to head out the door. Then he paused, not bothering to turn back as he said, "Oh, and Shinra? Don't make me angry again. You'll regret it in the future." He left then, and President Shinra promised himself that this sort of thing would never happen again. He turned back to his paperwork, greatly shaken by this close encounter of the Sephiroth kind.
During his 'free time' that day, Sephiroth did go out into the city. But not to make friends - simply to escape those worthless creatures from the Shinra company. He wandered down the streets, aimlessly walking through the sectors. It almost seemed that something was calling him, bringing him closer. He followed the summons for no better reason than finding out what it was. Finally arriving in Sector 7, the pull was so strong he nearly stumbled along under its drag. Stubbornly, he forced himself to walk slowly. He wasn't going to lose control, not ever.
But he had to admit, at this point he couldn't have turned back. The pull was too strong for that. Now it seemed that he was getting nearer to the source; it was irresistible now. He was dragged into a narrow alley, almost tripping on the trash piled there. Then he saw a gleam in the darkness, shining through the filth on the ground. The pull suddenly ended; apparently this was the source. Vaguely disappointed, Sephiroth reached through the grime for the gleaming metal. It was too heavy for even his strong little body, so he patiently began to move the garbage and muck off the metal. Soon, he had uncovered an enormous sword: it was at least six feet long. He grasped the leather-wrapped handle and again attempted to lift the sword. To his amazement, it came up easily. And as he raised it, he was suddenly assailed by a stream of information, all about the sword.
It was powerful, that much was obvious. And he could keep it in a seperate place, somehow connected to this universe. It would come when he called it by name; Masamune. It was his. That was the point that stuck in his mind the most; it belonged to him. It told him they were soul-bonded. He believed it. It seemed to fill a gap in him that he hadn't known was there. Giving a true smile for the first time in his life, he gripped the sword close to him and headed back to the Shinra building. It didn't matter if someone protested to him having the sword. They were one entity.
It was his friend.
======== By: Lisette <lisette@shinra.org>
[Sorry Lisette! For some reason it's not letting me link to mail messages T_T] |
