𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝗢𝗻𝗲-𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀

Sephiroth x Reader: Do You Bleed?

Small warning: This chapter will contain violence, and some seductive talking. Read at your own risk.

"Get up!" A man shouted from across the room. You laid there, sprawled out on the floor, and on your stomach. This man was strong. Stronger than you will ever know. You knew you shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning. Especially, when you were the one who wanted to take on an S rank mission. You slowly pushed off the ground and stood back on your feet. 

"Good girl~" The man across the room teased. He was tall with a muscular build and shoulder-length, spiky white hair sticking up in all directions and partially covers his face. His eyes are blue with yellow rings around the pupils. His upper body is bare and he wears white pants tied with a black sash similar in appearance to a karate uniform, and knee-high boots. With a small growl escaped your lips, you charged at Weiss. You were not going to be beaten so easy. You swung your katana with all of your might. He dodged and parried your attacks with grace. Each step was like a dance of some sort. But elegance was not the word you were looking for at the moment. SOLDIER had sent you on this mission to investigate one of the old labs near the outskirts of Midgar. But fighting wasn't also on your list. Thinking this mission was going to be easy. You were far from that answer. No wonder they call it an 'S' rank mission, it is higher than an 'A' and the others. 

You continued to attack him, but you were getting no where. You changed up your tactics and swung your leg up at him. Just trying to kick him in the face, he continued to block your attacks.

"Tell me. . . What's your name?" He questioned as he continued to fight you. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Why would you want to know?" You growled.

"So I can send SOLDIER a present. Your going back in a body bag." With that, you were pissed. You had your limits but this one just pushed your buttons. You took pride in your fighting style. You were so close to being a General like the others. All you wanted to do was prove to Sephiroth that you were strong. Just to be noticed. Just once. Of course you knew, Cloud, Zack, Genesis, and Angeal. But Sephiroth, he was different from the others. Stronger than the others, a lot more prideful, sometimes arrogant, and most of all he was sometimes. . . quiet. Quiet, was dangerous to you. It was like he could be thinking of a thousand different ways to annihilate you. 

"Your thinking about someone, aren't you?" You knitted your eyebrows, as it took you off guard. He grabbed you by the arm and threw you to the ground. A painful sensation went through your back, like if it was electrical sparks. A small groan escaped your lips. Weiss was nothing like you have ever faced before. It was like Weiss was as powerful as Sephiroth. It was just someone you couldn't beat, no matter how hard you tried. Countless, nights you would be training by yourself. That would involve you using almost all of your senses, besides taste. You continued to try to fight him, pushing yourself off the ground once again. Every so slowly, and wobbly, you managed to stand. 

"I'm thinking about taking you down." You gritted your teeth. A small, but amused expression was suddenly plastered on his face.

"Looks like you have more fire than I thought. . . Who taught you that fire, Sephiroth?" You suddenly froze in place when that name slipped off his tongue. With his head tilt, and his expression sly, he had you. 

"I. . ."  The words just wouldn't come out. 

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" A low chuckle rumbled in his throat. He ever so slowly inched closer and closer to you.

"I can see it. You desire him. You would love for him just to notice you. . ." You felt your body heat up. "Just for him to notice you. . ." You couldn't shake this feeling. "To be with him." He inched closer and closer. "To have someone that will love, and protect you." You started to feel pain in your chest. "The taste of his lips." You started to feel tense. "His hot breath close to your ear." With each time he continued, was making your knees weak. "His hands to roam your body." By the time he was in front of you, you were a complete mess. Another sly smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, as he revealed a Cheshire grin. "And most of all, for you to be with him. . ." Both of his hands slammed next to your head, as he trapped you in between a cold, metal, wall.