【SC】Endless Journey

From the night he left the institute, Sephiroth gradually dreamed of some strange images.

In the beginning, it was a burning institute. Some people ran around in panic, while others knelt on the ground and begged him to let them go.In the end, all those familiar faces fell under his knife, turning into a pile of horrible lumps of flesh, and the greasy blood soaked the entire passage, making the soles of his shoes keep slipping.

He saw Catholm sitting on the ground picking up his broken body and putting them back together piece by piece.It took a while for the man to notice his existence, and suddenly he showed a distorted and satisfied smile.

"Yes, that's it. This is what you should do."

His steps stopped immediately.

"Why?" he heard himself asking, "Claude says I can't kill, and you think that's what I should do?"

"Because Cloud wants you to become human, Sephiroth." Katterholm tilted his head slightly, revealing his right ear that was cut off in half, "But he knew from the beginning that you are not human, but he chose to hide it from you This matter. Does he have any credibility, Sephiroth?"

He was silent for a moment, feeling more and more confused: "If I'm not a human being, then what am I?"

"Yeah, what would you be?" Catholme encouraged him to keep thinking.

He tried hard to search for the information he knew in his mind, and began to try to reason: "We may be... the ancient species, Settra people? The ancient species can use the power and wisdom of the planet to defeat the disaster protection 2000 years ago. planet. Since Mother did the same in her later generations, it is likely that he is descended from the Ancients, and we, as clones, will be Settras."

"—if we are Settra, why is Cloud hiding this from us?"

There was a voice in the air that was different from Carterholm's.

Sephiroth looked up suddenly, only to find that the person sitting opposite him had changed from Carter Holm to himself at some point.

The green vertical pupils stared at him like looking at the reflection in a mirror, but there was a malicious smile on his lips: "If we are the side that protects the planet, why does Claude deliberately emphasize that we cannot kill people? He Seems to have known for a long time that we would do something like this, would we be Settra? So what are we?"

"we are……"

Sephiroth hesitated.

The surrounding scene instantly began to collapse and sink, falling into the endless darkness.

He fell freely in the abyss for a long time, and when he opened his eyes again, there was a strange scene in front of him.

He was standing among a reinforced concrete building that he had never seen before, the sky was covered by dark clouds, many buildings in the distance had collapsed, and the one closest to him was cut in half by something.

Sephiroth was in a daze in this unfamiliar scene, and suddenly an incredibly long big sword appeared in front of him, and then another heavy sword with a strange shape slammed down on his head, and the big sword was raised Blocking, the two weapons collided with fierce sparks.

He recognized the epee almost instantly - it was his mother's Six Styles.

In the next second, his head was slightly raised, and a pair of familiar blue pupils appeared in the center of his field of vision.The blond young man saw his appearance clearly, showing an unbelievable expression, and was thrown into the building behind him.

He heard himself making a low and smiling voice, and asked the young man slowly: "Do you like the despair I brought you, Claude?"

The other party ignored him and rushed out from the collapsed building again.This time the young man was surrounded by blue radiance, and after a fierce attack, he lifted up the six stances and was about to strike down.But he didn't intend to avoid it, but focused his gaze on the gap exposed in the young man's chest, and his fingers holding the knife slightly tightened.

……wrong.This is not him.

Sephiroth suddenly realized that this perspective had another owner.

When the man raised the knife, Sephiroth instantly understood his intentions, and let out a silent roar in his body——

—No, mother!

However, the huge sword still pierced through the young man, and the blood gushed out in an instant, dyeing the fair skin scarlet.The young man groaned in pain, tightly clutching the blade in his chest.

This was supposed to be a cruel scene, but the picture in the field of vision was firmly fixed on the mother's face, magnifying all the details that should not be noticed at this time - the two delicate eyebrows were tightly knit together, and the eyes were full of tears. With a gleam of water, the soft lips were also bitten out of small scars in the enduring, and the originally strong life became fragile at this moment.

Sephiroth ignorantly felt a bit of beauty from his mother's pain, and was shocked beyond measure for a moment.

The owner of the perspective is still approaching the young man, stabbing the knife deeper into the other's body.The young man uttered a mournful cry like a bird's wings were broken, and struggled to push him away, his blood-stained blond hair messily stuck to his fair face.

A strange impulse began to rise in Sephiroth's body.He still wants to see more.

Hurt the youth more, control his fragility more, and leave more traces of his own.

The owner of the angle of view obviously thought so too, so he caressed the young man's face affectionately through the leather gloves, and then strangled him by the throat.It wasn't until the blue pupils were suffocated that the man pressed against the young man's ear and whispered softly: "You are my...doll."

Sephiroth was awakened by a gasp.

He opened his eyes and saw that Claude was holding the fabric on his chest and breathing heavily beside him, as if he had just experienced a serious drowning.

Sephiroth was still in the aftertaste of the dream, and his eyes slowly focused.When he was finally able to see things around him clearly, he suddenly found a fresh bruise on Claude's neck, and he jumped up from the bed.

He attacked Claude in his dream.

Sephiroth immediately checked his brother's neck, and was not relieved until he confirmed that the other party had no more obvious trauma.He felt a tingling pain on his wrist, and when he lowered his head slightly, he saw a few red and swollen scratches on his skin, as if reminding himself how much he had gone too far.

Claude saw that his state was different, so he thoughtfully stopped him from checking other places.However, Sephiroth didn't want this kind of thoughtfulness. He had hurt Cloud once, but it was out of his own will and not a completely uncontrollable dream. Now it feels more like pampering another person. As if violating his own brother, it made him feel sick.

Claude tried to get closer to him, but he instinctively backed away.This reaction made Claude a little puzzled, but the other party didn't force it, and instead looked at him calmly.

Claude's pupils are almost a replica of his mother. The transparent blue is like a shallow bay near the sea, but Claude is more immature and his eyes are more peaceful.The teenager comforted him with a gentle silence until he could recover on his own, then Sephiroth hastily separated the two with a thin quilt.

... It's just a dream, and it won't happen again in the future.He thought with lingering fear.

But deep down in his heart, he actually knew that all dreams about his mother might be a memory belonging to his mother, so there was indeed such a man 200 years ago, who easily hurt his mother.

In the second week, they finally managed to reach the small town next to the Chocobo Farm. The two found a hotel in the town and lived there for about a year and a half, as if they had a small family.

Claude found a job on the farm, and he had to get up before dawn to go to work and not come back until sunset.During this period, Sephiroth couldn't go out, so he just read a book in the room, and occasionally used the communication terminal to check the latest news online, and basically had nothing to do the rest of the time.

Their rent includes three meals a day, so the hostess of the hotel will regularly knock on the door to deliver meals.They would only open the door when Claude was there, and Sephiroth would wait until the proprietress left before going out to pick up food when Claude was not there.Because Claude came back at irregular times, Sephiroth ordered a small refrigerator to store his late breakfast and dinner.Later, the small refrigerator was mostly used by them to store cold drinks, and they could sit on the roof and eat ice cream on summer nights. This has become one of the few memories of Sephiroth that is closest to ordinary people since his birth.

As time passed, Sephiroth felt more and more clearly that Cloud was trying to create a "human family" environment for him.

There were already signs of this kind of intention from the time of the research institute, but at that time Sephiroth still regarded Claude as his little brother. He believed that those were the influence of his mother's will, so he accepted his brother's love frankly.But if what Catholm said is true, and he is not a clone of his mother, then what is the purpose of his mother protecting him, and what is the purpose of Claude, who has nothing to do with him, doing this for him? Paying, even he vaguely feels that the pattern between them is different from that of normal brothers. Claude has always wanted to "manage" himself. This is definitely not the way a younger brother should think. What prompted Claude to have With such a thought, all of this has become a mystery.

Cutholm is a lunatic, but he never lies.Sephiroth knew that deep down in his heart, he also partly agreed with the other party's point of view, so he began to doubt Claude's words.

Emotionally, he felt that he shouldn't do this. His younger brother paid for his body, freedom, and even his entire childhood. He had no reason to question the other party's feelings for him.But intellectually, he knew that Claude had concealed something very important about him, which was related to his life experience, and it was probably the key to deciding whether he would trust Catholme.

Before these problems were resolved, new problems emerged.

Since the first dream of killing his mother, Sephiroth's nightmares have intensified.At first, it was only once or twice, and then it became more and more frequent. In the end, I could dream some broken fragments almost every night, and even most of the fragments were not repeated.

Although the scenes in the dream changed from time to time, the perspectives all came from the same strange man.This man is very tall, at least 1.9 meters five based on his mother's height. He has long silver hair, uses a giant sword over two meters, and has a black wing that can be hidden or unfolded.

The other party is fighting with his mother in almost all scenes, and speaks something between provocative and provocative with ease.And the mother's reaction to this man was always very intense, showing clear hatred and anger.

He deduced that the man and the mother knew each other and may have been in a hostile relationship for a long time.But the relationship between them seems to be more complicated than hostility, because the man has no intention of killing his mother, but he will not give up every opportunity to hurt his mother.

In other words, the man is a typical sadist.

He would cut open his mother's clothes with the blade and walk all the way to the inner thigh, leaving several shallow and bloody scars on the fair skin; He pokes deeply into the shoulder socket, nailing his mother to the floor so that he cannot move; sometimes he will grab his mother's soft neck, watching his mother struggling to suffocate in his hands, gradually rolling her eyes, and then suddenly let go.

It's a cruel toy to get the thrill of having other lives in your hands.Especially when a powerful creature like mother becomes fragile and small in his own hands, it will make people feel a strong sense of excitement from the inside of the body, with a little desire to destroy...

Sephiroth even found that he could fully understand the other party's bad taste.He also had this feeling when he was very young. When he squeezed Claude's injured arm tightly, the way his brother squeezed his lower lip and endured made him feel aroused.But later, Claude's deteriorating health made him learn to control himself. His brother's life was more important than his fun, so he stopped pursuing this level of stimulation very early.

Men have paid a high price for this too.Although the mother was small in stature, she possessed absolutely terrifying explosive power. Many times, she directly cut the man back into the stream of life, but judging from the results, it was useless.The man appeared at least a dozen times at different times and places, if he was not killed, he was resurrected again.

In the end, for some reason, he kept seeing a memory belonging to a strange man.This man is powerful, cruel, invincible, and has similar evil tastes to him, and he is suspected to be the enemy of his mother during her lifetime.

But none of that is the point.Because Sephiroth gradually discovered something that shocked him during the process of watching them fight, that is, the opponent's sword skills are really...

Very familiar.

For a while, Sephiroth rarely slept when Cloud was at home, and he vaguely felt that his dream revealed a very important secret.He didn't want Claude to find out, so he would quietly leave the room every night.

He thinks he is somehow connected to the man in his dreams, but it's unclear to what extent.This is very strange, he and Claude were cloned from the same mother, and he was sure that Catholm's experimental records were correct, but the same gene produced two individuals with completely different traits——Claude was the mother's clone. At this moment, he was more similar to a man he had never heard of.If he and Claude were genetically identical, what was the relationship between this man with his similar silver hair and knife habits and his mother?

Sephiroth was extremely curious about the man's identity, and his mother never mentioned the existence of this man to him.However, he felt that Claude might know something. After all, the other party could tell the moves he and that man had used together a long time ago. Live the scene of your dreams.

One evening near his birthday, Sephiroth sat on the bed, watching his younger brother fiddling with the parts in the toolbox, and finally couldn't help expressing the doubts in his heart.

"Claude."

"Huh?" The other party raised his head in response.

"Have you ever seen... that kind of long big sword?"

Claude froze for a moment, and looked at him suspiciously: "The village rain is not long enough?"

It seemed that it was understood that he wanted to change the knife, Sephiroth was a little surprised.But being too direct would make Claude suspicious. He thought for a while, and simply followed the other party and asked, "Is there a knife that is longer than Murasame and suitable for people of my height or taller?"

Claude looked him up and down and asked him to stand by the wall.He obeyed obediently, and the other party retreated to the window and measured his height and arm span with a laser rangefinder that he usually used to repair bird stables.

"... I've grown taller again." Claude looked at the data with a thoughtful expression.

"How much is it now?" Sephiroth was a little curious.

"188cm. You are only, and may continue to grow." Claude put the laser rangefinder back into the toolbox, and sat down on the bed opposite him, "Murasame is indeed shorter, it is for you when you are ten years old. "

Sephiroth felt that some of his guesses had been verified.

"I think the ideal length is like this." He compared the length in the air, which is almost the blade of the giant sword, "So has anyone ever cast such a long sword in history?"

Claude was a little confused at first, but soon thought of something, and fell into silence for a while.

Sephiroth thought his intentions had been noticed by the other party, and hurriedly started to find a remedy, but the other party suddenly replied in a low voice: "... Yes. The name of that knife is Zhengzong."

Sephiroth raised his head abruptly, and saw Claude turn his gaze out of the window, with complex emotions that he couldn't understand under his calm face.

"The blade is about 170cm long, and the total length is more than 210cm. But that knife has been lost with the owner, so...it is impossible for anyone to find it again."

Sephiroth seems to know the end of the man.

After that, Claude didn't ask too much about his dream, and Sephiroth stopped asking about the man in the dream.

He realized that Catholm was right about at least two things. First, he was not a clone of Cloud Strife, but related to another strange man from 200 years ago. Second, he was not human, at least that man. No, no human ever grows wings.

If Carterholm was right, Cloud had indeed lied to himself.

Sephiroth was very upset.He used to trust Claude so much, he regarded Claude as one of the few hopes for human beings, but Claude betrayed him-the other party knew that he was not his younger brother, and knew that Claude S. Tryfe was not his mother, but never told him the truth.

In fact, Sephiroth doesn't care whether they are related by blood. His mother once provided him with comfort when he needed it most. What Claude paid for him is enough to explain everything, but he only wants a little truth about himself However, Claude arbitrarily deprived him of the opportunity!

Some nights, Sephiroth even stood soberly beside Cloud's bed, stretching out his hand to the boy's tender neck.

If he pushes hard, it can cause Claude to suffocate painfully.He would open his eyes puzzledly in his hands, struggle in panic, his eyeballs would gradually turn white in the lack of oxygen, and his chest would rise up to the limit, just like the mother in the dream...

But Sephiroth stroked the side of his brother's neck for a while, and finally withdrew his hand.He remembered the light kiss that the other party had dropped on the forehead a long time ago, so he brushed the boy's lips with his thumb.

Although Claude lied to him, it is an indisputable fact that Claude really loves him.That was something that Claude had offered to him on his own initiative, and he would never allow the other party to take it back.

Sephiroth watched for a moment, then leaned down slightly, and kissed the same place.

No matter what, Claude will always be his cute and hateful little brother.As long as Claude is still by his side, he can forgive him a little.

As if sensing his thoughts, the dream changed again after Sephiroth.

His dreams are no longer full of battles between men and mothers, and sometimes there are relatively less violent scenes.

For example, on this day, a room like a tornado appeared in his vision, and the picture was shaking regularly with the man's movements, and there was a suppressed panting sound from under him.

Soon the angle of view turned to his lower body, and he saw his mother... no, Claude Strife, lying on the floor almost half naked, the fabric on his chest was pushed up, exposing the red and swollen nipples.

The blond young man bit the back of his hand, trying not to let his voice leak out, but the man grabbed his wrist and pressed him to the top of his head, shaking him even more violently.

"You're... bastard. Ah—!" The young man let out a gasp, and Sephiroth saw the man grab his nipples.

"But you enjoy what the bastard has done to you, my dear doll." The man smiled and leaned forward, lifting the lower body of the blond youth.A gleam appeared on the cold face of the young man, and he frowned frequently following his movements, and couldn't help moaning more intensely.

Sephiroth had never seen such a scene before, and he felt his stomach tighten strangely.

what is this?

The angle of view flicked across the lower body of the two, and he saw the man's penis going in and out between the young man's buttocks.

This is... reproductive behavior.But that person and the mother are of the same sex, so no new life will be conceived, so why...?

Sephiroth can only see the man's perspective, but cannot connect with the other's touch.He vaguely felt that the man got pleasure from this behavior, and the young man's expression gradually became soft and relaxed.So he realized that this is an act that makes both parties happy.

While they were repeating these actions, the young man called out the man's name, but the syllable disappeared into the air as if it had been deliberately erased by someone.In the end, the man hugged the young man tightly, buried himself deep in the other party, and completely released it in the warm package.

The next morning, Sephiroth woke up in a burst of exhaustion, and suddenly realized that his lower body was wet and cold.

He subconsciously opened his underwear and took a look, only to find that something was seriously wrong with him.