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    Sephiroth sighed, letting the sore muscles in his body finally relax. There really was nothing better than getting the day off after a three-day mission in Wutai. He let his eyes slide shut, inhaling the rich vanilla scent that belonged to his bedroom. The recently-washed cotton sheets were soft to the touch. He had slept in for quite a while, but had been sitting up for a few minutes. He didn't have any motivation to get up and do something, not yet.    His brows furrowed and lips twitched into a small frown as he felt a familiar sensation on his backside.    "_____, please stop messing with my hair."    "But it's so fun to play wi

    "Seph." You crooned crawling up onto his, 'lap,' and laying your head on his shoulder.    "Hmm?" He responded, sleepily opening an eye.     "Tell me what it was like for you growing up. You know, as a naga." You chirped, genuine curiosity coursing through your veins. What exactly was it like to grow up so isolated from society? Well, human society.     "Where do you want me to start?" Sephiroth smiled, stroking your hair.     "Well, when you were young, just a little thing."     "I don't remember my early life all too much, except the fact that I was a rare litter of one."     "So, you had no brothers or sisters?"     "Precisely.

The sky was not bright with the forgiveness of the sun, but had given itself over to darker powers. Rain fell henceforth from tainted cloud, heavy with precipitation. The expanse became filled with rage and spat towards earth with blinding light, searing heat, and shattering noise. For it shook the earth with anger, and would not stop its wrath until it had come to pass. Until it would relinquish its wrath the winds would howl woefully in sorrow. All manner of creatures had taken shelter from the great deluge. To their holes and trees and dens they had fled. Huddled above and below the earth they were, eyes shut but not in slumber. For who wo

    Everything hurt. More specifically you hurt. You crawled away from the smoking wrecking of what could no longer be called a plane, hacking and coughing whilst you ambled. Your weak legs stumbled as you propped as you propped yourself up against a nearby tree. The entire world was a blurry, fuzzy mess of greens, blues, browns, and greys. Your head  throbbed as you desperately tried to stay conscious. Soon enough, the blur of colors faded to black as you slumped down against the tree and passed out.    It must have been a couple of hours since you blacked out, as the position of the sun had changed. The first thing that roused you was a s