Final Fantasy Tranquil Beauty (Sephiroth X Reader)

Tranquil Beauty Chapter 7

As we near the Inn the sun was well beyond the horizon. I wasn't too sure if everyone else followed us back or if they decided to camp out one more night. As Sephiroth steps into the Inn the bodies that were occupying the lobby separate to let him through. The curious mayor hesitantly walks to him to humbly ask questions regarding the beast that we set out to destroy. Sephiroth gives a response that I was not able to hear.

    I was cut off from following the General. As more curious bodies gather and crowd around me I am soon bombarded by questions. My mind was jumbled, constantly being pushed and pulled by all the remnants of what occurred today. Appearing as if I was a damsel in distress I was saved. I have accepted the fact that when this man needs anything of me his first intention is to grab my wrist and yank me from whatever situation I am facing. Walking up the stairs the familiar creaks ring through the lobby as we take our leave from the meddlesome crowd and their prying eyes.

    Sephiroth leads me to his room. As he approaches the door and swings it open the moon beams down shining light upon him. As he takes another step in I warily tug at my arm hoping my feeble attempt would free me. Unfortunately it does the opposite. Seeming as if I angered the predator he yanks me into the room. As I take my meager steps in, he shuts the door behind me as he proceeds to walk past our shoulders gently brushing against each other.

    The veranda entryway was wide open inviting the gentle breeze in. The night sky was clear giving full view of the alluring moon as the stars flicker and dance in the background. He takes a seat in the middle of the bed as he calmly hangs his head down. His arms lightly prompt on the edge of his knees. Everything was luminous and I could see every detail of him. As he hangs his head down majority of his argent hair falls to one side with a few strands falling to the other. His hands were calm, finally a serene moment were he didn't need to grip onto Masamune. He tilts his head towards me our eyes meeting once more. The few strands that decided to rebel gently brushing against his face. He gives a sigh of reprieve; his eyes vibrant within the lightlessness of the room. This whole time as I gaze at him I try to read the expression that his face was giving, it was not hate, not displeasure, not pain, and not annoyance, it was an expression that I have not seen the General wear. He was tranquil; at peace. His lips giving me a slight smile. For a moment I was taken aback. How can such a destructive person change in demeanor? So calm, so quiet it slightly frightens me.

    He sits himself up and hangs his head back, now his face looking straight up to the ceiling. His calm demeanor changes and his face is stricken with pain. He grabs his shoulder clutching the metal armor protectant. His breathing fluctuating from slow and steady breathes to deep long ones. As he reaches for the button on the front of his coat my heart accelerates to a rapid beating. The heat from within me slowly crawls out of my body enveloping my skin and kissing every corner. Sephiroth slips the armor off followed by his coat. Crimson drops slowly descending from an open wound that he has been suppressing till now. He shifts his head and gives me a taunting look. So what now?

    As I give a panicked gasp I unintentionally yell out his name "GENERAL!" Realizing he was deeply wounded I rush to his side. I gently place my hand over the wound in hopes that I had enough energy to at least seal it. Though the effort was there my stamina was drained.

    "Materia? Do you have any more Materia?" he looks at me with a statuesque mask on. He's trying to hide his pain. The wound was extensive in size and deep, the Dragon could have easily ripped his limbs off. I quickly scan the room to see if there was anything thing in there I could use. I get up to grab an ivory towel sitting on the chair beside the dresser and gently pressed it against the injury, he gives a slight wince of pain and then reverts back to his blank expression.

    "General, I need to see the rest of the wound..." My mind was trying to calculate the situation. Why was he been hiding his wound? Why is he trying to hide his pain? Putting myself in his situation I would be a wailing child. I grab his free hand and guide it to the towel covering the wound. Only a few more minutes and the towel will be soaked in his blood.