untitled GW/FF7 Crossover

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy 7 and Sephiroth are property of SquareSoft.)

-----part 1-----

I brought him here to be my champion, nothing more. It was going to be so simple. I'd use him to defeat my enemies, and then I'd send him back to where he came from... or kill him. I hadn't decided yet when I drew him here. Strangely enough, I saved his life, though that hadn't been my intention. He'd been in a fierce battle with an opponent who was using what some might call a berserker attack on him. For a moment, I wondered if I had made the right choice. I pondered sending him back to his fate. But something inside me stayed my hand. Now I look down upon his sleeping form, his long white hair so much like my own, and I wonder when it was that I fell in love with him.

I reach down to finger the long strands of hair and notice that it seems more silver than white, though it is in fact a mixture of both. Glistening, beautiful... I stop this train of thought. "Remember why he's here." I tell myself. "Don't get too close. Don't get attached." But something tells me that warning has come too late. I would defend this man to the death if need be, something in my heart says. And my mind knows that this is true. 

He opens his eyes and looks up at me. Those shining eyes, so exquisite in their shimmer and their color. They remind me of pictures I've seen of moonlit beaches where clear blue-green water glows in an almost neon fashion under the light of the moon. I am captivated even as I try to captivate him. And I can see by his eyes that I have succeeded. There is expectation in them, and perhaps... yes, there is lust there too. He closes them, depriving me of their beauty. He is expecting me to kiss him. I won't disappoint him. But that is all I will do for now. If Sephiroth is a virgin, as I suspect, he will be one for at least one more night.

-----part 2-----

He woke me with a kiss. Me, the most undeserving of all. I don't know why I feel like I do. Yesterday everything was so simple. Kill a few rebels, destroy the world, and become a god. I was just about to get rid of that rebel Cloud Strife when this guy, whoever he is, pulls me into this other world. This guy, whose hair reminds me so much of myself.

I do not love him. I do not wish to love him. And yet, I feel a tingling in my lip where his skin touched mine. And I must feel it again. Oh please, Jenova, let him kiss me again. I need him so badly. 

//I don't love him,// I tell myself over and over. //I don't. It's just lust. Just sexual gratification. Purely selfish. I have no love or desire for this man.// 

But I'm lying to myself, and I know it.

-----part 3-----

Zechs swallowed the bite of food he'd been chewing and raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you hungry?" he asked the silver haired man across the table from him.

Sephiroth shrugged. "My hunger will take more than food to satiate." he replied, taking a bite anyhow. "Not too bad."

"I'm glad you approve." Zechs smiled. "I was afraid I would have to kill the chef."

"I'll take care of the killing." Sephiroth smiled. "That is why you brought me here, isn't it? To be your assassin?"

"Yes." Zechs admitted. "Originally. Though now that you are here, I cannot risk that beautiful face being injured. I will take you as my lover instead."

Sephiroth raised an eyebrow. "And which of us do you plan on being the sub?" he asked.

"Since you're a guest in my house, I believe that would be your position." Zechs replied, casually.

"Do you, really?" Sephiroth's eyes narrowed, dangerously. He pushed back from the table and stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"Someplace where I'll be respected." Sephiroth replied as he walked out of the room.

"You're not getting away that easily, my sweet Sephiroth." Zechs remarked to the empty room as he placed the base on full alert.

-----part 4-----

Sephiroth ran for the gates, reaching them just as they slammed shut. He doubled back and headed over to the airstrip. He'd just have to fly out. In his world, he could've done so under his own power, but here things were different. He'd have to rely on modern technology to get him out of there. That and his sword.

He drew Masamune from its place at his hip and charged headlong into a group of guards who were blocking the entrance to the airstrip.


Watching on his monitor, Zechs smiled possessively. "You're mine, Sephiroth." he said to the image. "I'm not letting you go." He was startled by a series of explosions that could've come from only one place.

"Meddling little fools!" he cursed. Of all the times the Gundam pilots could've picked to attack, they had to pick now, when his playmate was playing a cute little game of 'hard-to-get'.

Sephiroth noticed the five gundams and changed his plan. As the fastest one swooped down, taking out a number of OZ fighters, Sephiroth grabbed a length of rope and lassoed the giant mecha. 

//I don't *believe* this guy!// Duo Maxwell thought to himself as Sephiroth set himself up on Deathscythe's shoulder. "Hey, Zechs, get off my Gundam."

"I'm not Zechs." Sephiroth protested.

"Sorry." Duo apologized. "You look like him."

"I'm better looking than Zechs." Sephiroth pointed out.

"Big deal," Duo shrugged, "Deathscythe is better looking than Zechs."

"I heard that, Maxwell." Zechs growled from the cockpit of his fighter. "Surrender now and I won't make it painful."

"Go cram it up your ass, Zechs." Duo snarled. "Heero and I just broke up this morning and I'm in a very bad mood, so don't toy with me."

"I'd rather cram it up *your* ass, Maxwell." Zechs threatened.

"Leave my boyfriend alone." Sephiroth demanded, glaring at Zechs.

"Since when am I your boyfriend?" Duo yelped.

"We'll discuss it over dinner after we wipe this jerk off the map." Sephiroth replied. "Now let's get 'em!"

-----TBC-----