guiltyred (guiltyred) wrote in areyougame, @ 2008-10-09 18:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | *final fantasy vii, author: guiltyred |
Becoming, Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children (Kadaj)
Title: Becoming
Author: GuiltyRed
Rating: G
Warnings: None, just…odd
Word count: 349
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children, Kadaj: lost - Who am I? Why am I here? What is it that I'm searching for in this strange place, day after day?
Summary: On how Jenova and the Lifestream worked together and against each other to create the Shinentai, from one disjointed point of view.
A/N: This bit plays on an idea we’ve been kicking around, that the three silver-haired men were modeled after the three friends of Loveless, via Crisis Core. They’re the clearest models Jenova would have had to work with, and the resemblance is striking.
A thought becomes its own awareness: There is light, and it is not me.
Memory and ghosts; awareness drifts among them with a growing sense of wonder and confusion. What are these, that are not me?
Knowledge that is at once familiar and not keeps the awareness from drifting too far into the flowing green. The three friends, torn asunder, shall be reunited; sparks of strength and charisma and a fiery madness draw together like stars, their gravity too powerful even now, even here.
They are One, and they are not.
All the awareness knows is that its own existence is as one with theirs. The voice that calls above all others has made that plain: lacking any other template, the voice has taken the raw and shaped it into the familiar.
The three would be reborn, and from them, the One.
There are two others, realized the awareness. I am one, of three.
The voice shaped them as men, for that was the template of the One. The voice dressed them in leather and steel, for that, also, was of the One.
Beyond his fingertips, two others rode the current of green. I don’t know them, but I do.
The voice howled as the green light rejected the two, the ones who were nearly complete, tossing them out to the world beyond.
For a moment, the awareness knew only terror; then came a loneliness profound enough to cripple. Together! he cried. We must be together! I don’t know what I am without you!
Memories of heat and betrayal and despair, of crushing pain and a loss that tore at the edges of his sanity flooded through the awareness, and he wept like a child.
The voice whispered to him, named him Kadaj.
The green light dropped him on hard ground, alone.
Knowing only that he was one of three, and together they were One, the newborn avatar took his first stumbling steps in search of the rest of his soul.