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Gods Touched, Chapter 3

Author:  Dragonia27
FF7 Character:  Sephiroth
OC's:  Included
Genre: General Ficion
Setting: After DoC, here in our world
Status: Multi-chapter, WIP
Summary:  Sephiroth is beginning to deal with living in this world, dealing with people in it while Kassandra has to deal with her husband.  Various gods and goddesses attempt to "help" but the final result may be more than Kassandra can bear.
Rating:  R for language
Pairing:  None
Disclaimer:  I do not own Sephiroth.  Square Enix does.  I own the OC's and the story idea is mine.


Kassandra's Hotel Room

As I was pulling the dress up over my hips I heard the door open.  I held the fabric to my chest as I turned to look over my shoulder.  Sephiroth stood just inside the door, shutting it carefully.  Inwardly I groaned.  This is going to get complicated.  "Are you all right?" I asked him.

He turned his attention to me, staring before answering.  "I'm fine.  Did she hurt you?" his tone was soft and tender.  Slowly he moved closer to me and I turned away from him.

I took a deep breath to steady myself.  Larissa was right.  I do like him, a lot.  Yes, he was  the object of a fantasy or two but being confronted with the living man is something else entirely.  His touch is fire to my soul and it hurts so much.  His pain is overwhelming but that is drowned out through his hatred and bitterness and even that is fanned by something else.  The Jenova cells, if I had to put a finger on it.  The dandy of it is, I'm not sure where he ends and her influence begins.  He stopped just behind me, close enough for the edges of his cloak to brush against my dress.  The potency of his presence seeped in through my calm.  I couldn't not notice him.  "I'm all right Sephiroth.  I've been through worse than that."  I glanced over my shoulder to him.  His eyes took in everything they brushed against, including me.  "The worst scars I have aren't easy to see."

Sephiroth moved in front of me and looked me up and down, taking in every detail.  After a minute he reached up and began to tug the dress fabric out of the way.  I held it closer and took a half step back.  "What are you doing?!" I snapped.  That was harsh but I'm spooked.  Gods, what are you doing with me?  I swallowed the panic and felt an easy calm ripple under the surface.  It was tainted with death and I knew who it was.  I bowed my head in gratitude and then looked back at Sephiroth.

His hand snapped back like I'd bit him and he blinked.  He kept his hand up in the air, like he didn't know what to do with it.  "I was trying to see your scars," he said softly.

A smile tugged the corners of my mouth despite myself.  I stepped back to where I had been.  "Sephiroth, I meant my emotional scars.  The scars that I carry on my soul, not the ones on my physical body."

"Oh."  He dropped his hand and looked away from me, head held slightly down.  His eyes drifted back to me and he swallowed.  "I'm...sorry," he whispered just barely loud enough to hear.  The General shifted his weight awkwardly and his left hand drifted to where Masamune had been.

"Shut your eyes for a minute," I said gently.  "I need to finish getting dressed."  He's more at ease on a battlefield.  Then again, that's what he was made for.  Everyday social interaction is a whole new ballgame, General.  He did so and I dressed quickly.  I turned my back to him.  "Would you tie this for me, please?" I held the tie to the gown open at the base of my neck and felt him take it and tie it securely.  I turned back to face him.

Sephiroth held himself tall, but his body was tense and he wouldn't meet my gaze.  After a moment he finally looked at me again and I smiled.  Some of the tension melted away and he became his old self.  "Are you ready?" he asked me softly.  When I nodded he moved around me to the door and opened it.  He stayed inside the room, looking at me expectantly.  I left the room and he followed.



It took the better part of the next hour to explain things to Larissa and I could tell she still didn't fully believe me.  I don't blame her.  If it hadn't happened to me, I don't think I would have believed it either.  Still, she wasn't outright calling me a liar and I'll always be grateful for that.  Dante, for his part, was silent.  He didn't say or do anything.  He just kept staring at Sephiroth who completely ignored him.  Because of the slap, Sephiroth wouldn't let Larissa anywhere near me.  He kept his gaze on her nearly the whole time and after an hour or so she finally turned to him.  "What?" she asked, slightly exasperated.

He shook his head slightly.  "Nothing.  Nothing at all," he smiled at her and my blood ran cold.

"Then quit staring at me," she said softly.  She looked at me.  "This is getting a little creepy.  Just so you know."

I nodded minutely and inclined my head to the side.  I know but I can't do anything about it.  The Gods have put him with me for some reason and I'm sorry you're along for the ride.  I tried to tell her mentally.

She got the gist of it and shrugged.  No worries but I want proof.  Her eyes slid to his left side.  He doesn't even have a sword.  I thought Sephiroth had a sword.

Be glad he doesn't.  If he did, you'd be run though by now.  "Tea?" I asked, rising.

"Nope," Larissa said.  "I need caffeine."  She stood and began moving around the table.  Sephiroth kept an eye on her until she was around the table and then he stood to intercept her.

I laughed.  "You and your caffeine," I said, handing her a soda from the fridge.

She nodded happily.  "It's my life-blood," she took the can and opened it.  Sephiroth stopped and eyed her suspiciously.  She sighed.  "What now?"

"You drink that to live?" his voice was deep and even, measured in a cold way.

I chuckled.  "She means that it's very important to her, like Masamune is important to you.  It's not really what your blood is made of but it's that important to you."  I made the tea and got some food started.  I looked back to Sephiroth.  "Are you allergic to anything?"

He shook his head.  "Not that I am aware of."  His boots clicked softly on the hard floor as he stepped closer.

"She's all right, Sephiroth," I said gently as I began to cook.  I tied my hair back to keep it out of the food.  He stopped on the other side of me, away from her but still able to intervene should he need to.  "So, while I cook, how 'bout I answer your questions from earlier?"  And I spent the next hour or so telling him about our world, trying to explain how I knew about him.  The best I was able to come up with was that his world was a story here in ours.  He, and the others, were legends among the people who knew and followed the stories.  I stayed strictly to what I knew about him.  I didn't bring up his parentage and I kept the details with Cloud to a minimum.  I glazed over the stuff with Genesis and Angeal, keeping it to generalizations, like a story.  I made it as clear as I could that we may have gotten some things wrong and that there were things that we didn't, and couldn't, know.  I avoided the topic of my being attracted to him though.  The less complications, the better.  He seemed to absorb it all right but the lack of materia seemed to really bother him.  Considering how much power it gave him, I can understand.

After dinner was ready we sat down and he stayed very quiet.  Larissa began talking about how she and Dante had seen this costume or that one and how she planned to go to the dating event with Dante in tow.  Dante, for his part, was paler than usual and had next to no appetite.  My eyes drifted over the whole group, answering questions from Larissa where I could.  Sephiroth ate slowly, almost like he was unsure of the whole situation.  That could also have been from the unfamiliar food, though, too.  He drank what I drank and didn't join the conversation.  When he thought I wasn't looking he would stare at me and that seemed to unnerve the others.  I'll admit, it was a little odd for me too.

When Dante was done he quickly cleared his dishes and went into his bedroom.  Sephiroth raised an eyebrow but said nothing.  His mouth quirked into a smile briefly before settling back into its normal straight line.  Larissa caught my eye and glanced at Sephiroth.  I raised an eyebrow and she blinked once, measured and definite.  "Sephiroth, will you be all right out here alone for a while?" I asked.

His gaze met mine, trapping me.  "Where are you going?"

"Larissa and I need to talk in the other room."

"You can talk in front of me."  His gaze slid to her and she smiled at him.

"We could," she said happily.  "But then what would the point of girl talk be?"

"'Girl talk'?" he repeated doubtfully.

"Yep," she nodded.  "Girls only."

Sephiroth turned his face to mine and I nodded.  "There are some things that it's just hard to talk about with a man around."  He was quiet and his head shifted slightly toward the door.  "You don't have to leave the hotel room.  We can go in the room where you slept earlier and talk there."

"I'll hear you," he said softly, "even if you whisper."

Larissa's eyes bugged out slightly.  I nodded.  "I understand."

"You don't want me to leave the room," he said gently.  "Do you?"

Busted.  Damn.  Well, I said I wouldn't lie to him.  "Correct.  I don't want you to leave the room without me."  His eyes met mine and bore into me.  "You don't know the area, you don't know the customs and the people here don't know you.  I don't want you to lose your temper.  I don't want to be hearing about a massacre on the news, if I live through it."

He leaned over to me, nearly resting his forehead on mine.  "I would never hurt you."

What the fuck?!  I swallowed and blinked, not taking my gaze off his face.  His eyes were half opened, like he was relaxed for the briefest moment.  His nostrils flared slightly, like he was smelling something and the corner of his mouth quirked into a smile.  He probably caught the fear spike.  Great.  Head-table, table-head.  Make sure to get very acquainted as you'll be spending a lot of time together over the next few days.  I tried not to groan.  "Why is that?"

His eyes opened and the mako glow surrounded me, drawing me into it and gently washing me with its brilliance.  "Because I won't.  I will not attack you.  I will protect you with everything I have.  I will not let anyone hurt you."

The ferocity in his last sentence surprised me.  "I believe you," I said and immediately pitied anyone who dared provoke him because he meant every word.

"I will wait here.  I can meditate or shower while you talk."  He cleared his dishes and went to sit on the couch, watching us.

Larissa and I looked at each other.  She gulped and I smiled, if only to reassure her.  "Shall we?" I asked rising.



We closed the door behind us and I let out a sigh.  Larissa paced the room.  "This isn't good," she said.

I leaned my head back on the pillow, relishing its comfort.  "Tell me something I don't know.  I can't get out of this.  The Gods put him here, in my path."

"Can't you take another assignment or something like that?" She began chewing on her fingernails.

I rubbed my eyes.  "Nope.  You know that as well as I do.  Not that I would want to.  After all, who would help him out?  Most people would think he's mad or something.  The ones that wouldn't would try to use him as a military weapon," I began counting the options on my fingers.

"'Cuz that always works out," Larissa muttered.

"Try to make him fulfill fantasies," I continued.

"Good luck on that one," she snorted.

"Or try to force him into the movies or modeling because of his looks and abilities," I finished.

Larissa shook her head.  "Badness all around.  He wouldn't go for it unless it led to world domination," she nodded to herself.

The phone rang and I sat up, glaring at it.  If I throw it away, it won't bother me anymore.  I glanced at the clock and hung my head.  "Perfect.  Just perfect."  I went and answered it, smiling before I said anything.

"Hello?" a male voice cut through the air.

"Hi, honey.  How are you?" I said sweetly, even though I wanted to scream.  I didn't need this, not now.

"Good.  Just calling to see how you were doing," he sounded tired and I could hear the kids playing in the background.  For them playing usually included screaming and other loud noises, like growls and roars.

I looked at the wall that separated my room and the living room.  "It's going well.  I made a new friend."

"Yeah?" his tone begged more information but he held himself back.

"Yeah," I nodded.  I looked at Larissa who shrugged and then gave me the thumbs up.  "He's a pretty nice guy, really quiet though."

"He is, huh?" my husband asked, stressing the first word.

I rolled my eyes.  I couldn't stop myself.  I took a deep breath before responding. "Yeah.  His costume is well made and he seems pretty curious about the whole event.  I think it's his first time coming to something like this."

"Are you going to show him around?" the tension in his voice drifted over the phone.

I shrugged.  "If he wants me to.  Though I think the convention is a pretty easy thing to figure out by yourself.  Larissa and Dante seem to be all right with him and the three of us are going back later."

"Oh," my husband got quiet for a while and then said, "What else is going on?"

"Not much.  It's the first day so all the vendors are still getting sorted.  Hey, hon, I've got a question for you."

I could imagine him tensing on the other end as he responded, "Yeah?"

"If the Gods asked me to do something, and it seemed really far fetched, not an affair or anything like that, would you be okay with me doing it?"

"Depends on what it was, I guess."

I tried not to groan.  "Here's the deal.  I've been seeing the Gods all around the convention today—so much so that I had to leave it early because I was getting a headache.  Anyway, this guy seems to cling to me and the Gods seem to push us together."

"All right," he sounded doubtful.

"Do you mind if I keep an eye on him?  To make sure he's all right?"  I crossed my fingers.

"You know I don't believe in the Gods that you do," he began.  "I don't know what to make of it and it does sound really far fetched to me."  I closed my eyes.  "But you're probably going to do it anyway."

I put my head in my right hand to keep myself from banging it into the table.  This was the last thing I needed.  Finally my irritation won.  "I'm not going to sleep with him if that's what you're worried about."  I snapped.  I took a deep breath and continued.  "I'm sorry if that came out harsh but it's not the first time I've heard that today and it's been a very long day."

"That's fine.  Just don't take it out on me.  I didn't do anything."

My grip tightened on the phone and I gritted my teeth.  After a minute I was calm enough to continue.  "No, you didn't but I can't help but feel that that's where your mind headed."

"What else am I supposed to think?  Like I said, it sounds far fetched."

I shut my eyes.  Hurt edged the corners of my soul, wearing on them and making me suddenly very tired.  "I thought you trusted me," I said softly.

"I do but I'm not sure I'm okay with you hanging out with a strange man all weekend."

"Trust me.  He's not even interested in sex.  He blanched when the topic was brought up earlier."

"Earlier?"

"Like I said, you're not the first one to insinuate that."  I rubbed my forehead, willing patience and the absence of the migraine which was creeping up on me.  "Hon, I love you.  I married you and chose to have your kids.  I'm not going to do anything sexual with this guy."

"All right," he said grudgingly.  The phone call continued and things went more smoothly though I could tell he wasn't all right with it at all.  The kids were happy and talkative, fighting each other for the phone until the conversation was put on speaker phone.  I laughed at some of the happenings, like the dirt and yogurt salon they created outside.

Soon though, my head was beginning to pound.  "Ok, kiddos.  I've got to go now."  I heard the click as my husband picked up the phone again.  "You all right?"

He nodded.  "I think so.  Sorry I reacted that way.  Talk to you tomorrow?"

"I understand and I think it'll be easier to talk about in person in a few days.  Yeah," I winced as pain arced across my temple sending bolts of color across my vision.  "I'll talk to you tomorrow.  Love you."

"Love you too," he said and hung up.

I hung up and turned to the bed, laying on it with my feet hanging off.  "If you love me, you'll get me my headache meds," I told Larissa.  After a few minutes of no response, I looked up and saw that she had left the room earlier.  I shut the light off and went back to bed.



* * *

Sephiroth sat on the couch, meditating like he had said he would.  He wasn't lying when he told her he would be able to hear everything and he tried not to listen because she didn't want him to.  But when that blasted phone rang, he tuned his hearing to the conversation going on.

There was tension in her voice and the muscles in his back tightened, ready for the confrontation to begin.  His left hand tingled, yearning for Masamune.  Hmm.... there is a male voice.  Let him be unworthy of her attention.  I want him to bleed.  He rose and walked to the door.  He stopped as he heard the lock click as the handle turned to open the door.  Softly he leapt back a few feet and landed with catlike grace.  By the time the door was open, his clothes had settled and it looked like he was just up to get something out of the kitchen.

Larissa left the room, shutting the door softly.  She stopped when she turned and saw him, unsure of what to do.  "Just leave her alone, okay?  She's got a lot to deal with."

"I will do whatever she needs me to," Sephiroth answered.

"Yeah, and in a couple of days when this convention is over, what are you going to do then?  She thinks you're the real deal.  I don't buy it, no offense.  You--"she stopped talking and her eyes widened.

Sephiroth had narrowed his eyes at her.  Hurt or no, her mouth was starting to irritate him and he was finished with it.  He pulled Masamune to him, mentally pushing past the flare of pain in his temple.  It appeared and he flicked his wrist the slightest to bring the blade close to her throat.  He stopped short of cutting skin.  The blade hovered millimeters away from her skin, brushing the hair on her neck.  He smiled, allowing the joy of her fear to fully engulf him.  It was there in the dilation of her eyes, the flare of her nostrils.  "I what?" he chuckled softly.  "Don't even have a sword?"

She gulped but held still.  He had to give her that.  Even though fear consumes her, she doesn't run.  Maybe there is a reason she is around Kassandra.  Hmmm.....  He lowered the sword and she let out the breath she was holding.  He went into the kitchen, the sword resting at his side.  As he poured himself some water to drink he could hear the conversation continuing.  Mid-drink something tugged at his soul and he turned his full attention to the other room.  Larissa had moved into the room she shared with the male, Dante.

Sephiroth went and stood outside the door.  "I thought you trusted me," he heard through the door as clear as though he was standing next to her.  He brought his hand up to open the door but stopped himself.  I said I would let her be.  Her pain pulled at him, calling him like a siren song.  Sephiroth shook his head and took a step back.  She's a woman, a Mother, but a woman.  There is...He swallowed and took another step back.  If she needs me, she will call.  We all have pain to bear.  Softly as he could, he backed away from the door in-case she came out.  He nodded to himself.  She will call.


It was perhaps fifteen minutes later, maybe more.  He wasn't sure but he opened his eyes from the trance he had forced himself into and was aware of several things.  First, he wasn't alone in the room.  Though he couldn't see anyone, he knew the person was there.  Second, Larissa and Dante had left, presumably to go back to the convention for a while.  Hours, he hoped silently.  Lastly, there was Kassandra, alone,...no.  She wasn't alone in the other room.  He turned his head toward her door and could hear the other voices in the room.

"Give her Tolerance," said one, female, older perhaps 50 years or so.

"No, she will need Love," another female, younger, closer to Cloud's age of early twenties.

"She has Love, she'll need her Wits," said a male, voice edged with something akin to mischief.

As they spoke, Sephiroth could feel the pull of power in the room.  As each one of them talked, it was as though the thing they spoke of filled the room.  It was beginning to make him dizzy.

The air in front of his face shimmered and he blinked, recoiling against the sudden presence.  A face came into focus, out of the nothing in front of him.  The face was youthful, with one blue eye and one green.  The young male looked around 18 years old but Sephiroth would guess it was much older.  After all, it was hovering upside down in front of him with no effort.  Its hair hung long, down to the male's waist, perhaps.  It was white with silver and gold highlights which glinted occasionally.  "Hello," the young male said conversationally.

Sephiroth made a sound of acknowledgment which came out slightly better than a suspicious grunt. He narrowed his eyes as he considered the creature dangling in the air.  It wore bright colors, though they all seemed natural colors from the world.  His form was slight but brimming with power under it all, like his.  Though there was no materia in this world the creature was overflowing with magic.  The creature righted itself in the air and Sephiroth noticed the pointed ears.  He raised an eyebrow but as he began to open his mouth to say something he felt another presence enter the room with Kassandra.

It was calm, cold and measured.  Gently reassuring in its simplicity, Sephiroth had known this feeling many times before.  Kassandra herself had traces of it which came out when she let her guard down.  Death, and it was in the room with her./p>

The other male noticed it too and turned his head. "Ah, Hades is here."

Sephiroth refocused his attention on the man.  "Who?" he asked softly.

"Hades," the man repeated.  "He's the Greek Lord of the Underworld here.  When Kassandra was young, he chose her."

"'Chose her'?" Sephiroth narrowed his eyes and felt the younger man have an inkling of fear.  He is afraid of me?  Interesting.

Both of the men stopped for a moment as they heard voices from the other room.  Hades stayed quiet and said nothing but others, more than before, continued.

"Dedication," one male and one female.

"Peace," said a young woman.

"Hope," said another.

"Ingenuity," said a young male.

Power after power poured from the entities in the other room as they suggested more ideas.  The man hovering in the air nodded in response to Sephiroth's earlier query.  "In our world, a God or Goddess can choose a human if they want.  That human gets certain benefits of being affiliated with that God or Goddess."

"I see.  What are they doing to her?" Sephiroth wanted to go into the other room but there was no telling how many of them were in there.

The young man shrugged.  "I don't know but I wouldn't want to be her.  As they talk they force their gift on her, thinking it will aid her.  You see, they all want protection from you."  The young man smiled impishly.  "Power is power, after all."

Death grew more prevalent in Kassandra's room and Sephiroth turned his head to it.  "Is he going to kill her?"

Again the young man shrugged and then reclined in the air.  "How should I know?  Hades isn't the most social on the best of occasions and now one of his very few chosen is being targeted by other gods in their bid for power.  There is only so much energy a human mind can handle at one time before it shuts down.  If hers does, he probably wants to be there to escort her to Tartarus himself."  The youth quit talking, watching Sephiroth's reaction.

Sephiroth took his eyes off the youth and focused on the door to the other room.  More voices filtered out of it but it was like the room was full of people all saying things and trying to force their abilities on her.  Like having too much mako applied at once and she would soon shut down, perhaps permanently.  He swallowed.  "They are Gods and Goddesses?"

"Yep."  The youth hovered closer to the door.  "We're not supposed to interfere in human affairs though.  Big no-no."  He glanced at Sephiroth.  "Though with you here I guess that kind of changes the rules.  Anyway, if she was my chosen, I wouldn't let anything happen to her.  And, you don't have to follow the rules that we do.  We're from here, you're not.  You're--" he paused as Sephiroth opened the door and the voices grew momentarily quiet, "a foreign God," the youth finished with a smile on his face.  Satisfied, he disappeared.

 

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Thank you so much for your kindness! I apologize for not getting back to you sooner, I've been very busy. I hope that you will enjoy the rest of the story. I will try to post the rest of it soon.