Sephiroth the Cheese God

Rating: PG
Genre: Comedy
Setting: Who knows?
Main Characters: Sephiroth (Duh)

Note From the Authoress: Part 11! I wrote this a while back but never got around to posting it…sorry! Anyways, it’s getting near the end! Enjoy!

Part 11

Days dragged past slowly. There seemed to be no end to the ocean. Sephiroth wondered vaguely if he should have left some food out for the cows. He scratched an ear and turned. Reno was sitting by the mast, watching him intently. Sephiroth blinked, flicked his hair back, scowling slightly as he caught a glimpse of the pink dye in it, and stalked off. Over the past few days, Reno had developed an annoying habit of staring at Sephiroth. Sephiroth thought it had something to do with the pink streak. But now it was really starting to annoy him.

 

 

Cid lounged around on the island. He turned slightly, moaning in agony. He was marooned, it was true, but he had found a spring of fresh water. He had drunk quite a bit to take away the salt taste, took his shirt off to dry, then, stupidly, he fell asleep in the blazing sun. He woke up several hours’ later, bright red and in agony every time he moved. He had then moved into the shade of a small grove of trees, emerging only to drink water, and holding a large leaf over his head. Now he sat in the shade, wondering how he was ever going to escape from this island. He couldn’t let Sephiroth get away with marooning him. He gave an annoyed sigh, turned, and winced again.

 

 

Cloud lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. After taking out his initial anger on anything he found lying around, he had become incredibly lethargic, and spent most of his time locked in his room, not talking to anyone. He was pleased that no one seemed to want to bother him. He sighed. Soon he would be forced to fight Sephiroth, only this time, he couldn’t win.

 

 

Sephiroth lay on the deck, gazing at the stars. The wind blew gently around. It was rather pleasant on deck. Peaceful. Maybe when he had taken over the world and become the cheese god he could buy a little boat and live in it. Or perhaps a cottage in the middle of the country, with roses and all sorts of flowers…

 

“I know who you are” Sephiroth was brought, rather embarrassed at his thoughts, back to reality. He sat up ad turned. Reno was standing a little way away, leaning against the mast. Sephiroth flicked his hair.

 

“Most people do!” Reno grinned and shook his head.

 

“You’re that guy who unleashed Jenova!” Sephiroth bristled inwardly at that statement. How dare Reno refer to him as “That Guy?” He didn’t even use the capital letters. Sephiroth flicked his hair and turned his back on Reno.

 

“I prefer to be called Sephiroth.” He said, a touch haughtily. “And all of the stuff about Jenova is behind me! I will soon be the God of cheese!”

 

“Whatever,” came Reno’s voice. Sephiroth heard footsteps receding into the distance. At more or less the same time, Boris’ voice came from the crows’ nest.

 

“Land ho!” Sephiroth glanced around casually, then, seeing nobody in view, began prancing around the deck happily. Finally, they had reached land! He was so pleased he found that he didn’t care where they were going to land. As long as he was off this stinking boat soon! He sniffed slightly. Really, the boat did stink. He remembered vaguely that he had never ordered anyone to get rid of the fish that had washed aboard during the storm. He shrugged to himself. It didn’t really matter now. He could see land ahead, and by the looks of things, this time there were quite a few buildings on the shoreline. He smiled, happily. Finally, his long voyage was over.

 

 

Cid limped along the coast. He was hoping that a ship would go by soon. He stared into the distance. He could feel his body burning with the heat of sunburn. He suddenly realised that the point on the horizon towards which he had been staring had grown a white blur. He squinted his eyes. It was a ship! He started waving madly as it drew nearer. As it got closer he realised it was something like a motorboat. And it had seen him. He watched in glee as it turned to the shore and pulled up on the beach. A young man leaped out.

 

“Jeez, dude! You could’ve used sun block!” Cid stared at the man.

 

“Well, I got marooned here! It’s not like I carry sun block around with me.” The man looked puzzled.

 

“Marooned? Didn’t you even bother exploring the island?” Cid was amazed to hear this.

 

“Of course not! I had to keep my eyes open for a boat! I couldn’t stray away from the shore in case one came by without me seeing!” The man shook his head.

 

“Well, that’s a shame. You see, there is quite a large holiday resort on the other side of those trees!” Cid blinked. A holiday resort? He couldn’t, or wouldn’t, believe it. The man was clearly quite insane. He walked up to him.

 

“Tell you what. I’ll just hop into your boat then, and sail around to the resort. You can walk through the trees.” The man shrugged.

 

“Fine!” With that, he sauntered into the undergrowth. Cid watched him go and shook his head. He then jumped into the motorboat and started it up. But curiosity reared its head just enough to make Cid wonder if the man had been telling the truth. He set off around the island.

 

END OF PART 11