guiltyred (guiltyred) wrote in areyougame, @ 2008-10-31 16:27:00 |
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Title: Chorus in Crystal
Author: GuiltyRed
Rating: NC17
Warnings: noncon (not graphic)
Word count: about 2000
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children, Loz/Tifa: noncon, forced alien impregnation and aftermath (it’s for Halloween – scare me!) – “That's it man, game over man, game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?”
Summary: Jenova is not the sort to only have one plan in motion. If Kadaj fails, there must be a backup in the works…
They watched the stranger in black leather make his way inside, shielding his eyes from the filtered sunlight that slanted through the broken roof. He looked at them the way a half-wild dog looks at something unexpected: is it friend, or is it prey? He offered a savage smile behind an extended hand. “Wanna play?”
Tifa clenched her jaw, said nothing.
The stranger shrugged. “I guess that’s a no. Where’s Mother?”
His words made no sense. Tifa remained silent.
A stray breeze stirred the lilies, and the man scowled, his nose wrinkling up like a cat’s at the smell of piss. “Gross!” Turning back toward Tifa and Marlene, the scowl still well in place, he repeated his question with more force. “Hey, where’s Mother?”
“There’s no one here,” Tifa stated, hoping he would leave, fearing he would not.
“Fine,” he said with another dark grin. “Play with me.”
Tifa gave Marlene a little shove out of the way, put on her gloves, and braced herself. Something about this man scared her far more than a simple thug or robber. He didn’t seem quite…human.
It didn’t help when he purred, “This will be fun!” His voice went too low then, reminding her of someone who should have been dead.
Then she lost herself to the rhythm of combat. She met the leather-clad warrior with all the force of her spirit, focused and channeled into hands and feet to devastating effect.
She tried not to think about his catlike eyes.
When she bested him, she nearly felt disappointed that the fight was over.
When he rose unscathed from the wreckage, however, she felt only dread. And, as she wondered who the hell would have called him on a cell phone, Tifa’s mouth went dry.
“She’s not here,” he said, voice oddly petulant. Then: “I'm not crying!” He paused, glancing toward Tifa and Marlene, eyes narrowed. “No, I got it. I'll bring the girl.”
The hell you will, Tifa thought, preparing to fight for keeps this time.
“Where were we?”
Faster than thought – faster than human – he appeared behind her, the vicious pile bunker delivering a double knockout punch from mechanical force and a precise electric charge. Tifa struggled to remain conscious, but the world seemed intent on going gray – silver, his hair is silver, like…
Something distracted him, and he let her fall back to the ground – when did I land here? I’m crushing the flowers – as he turned his attention to Marlene.
The girl’s tiny voice carried through suddenly still air, calling a name, the name of someone who simply was not there.
Tifa summoned up enough strength to yell “Just run!” before the darkness became complete.
* * * * *
Loz was surprised to find two females in the crumbling derelict; by all their information, he should have found their golden brother. That one’s scent hung heavy in the air, human tissues infused with Mother’s essence. He had been here, but now he was not, and these two were here instead; the small one was important to Kadaj’s plan, while the other was…oddly familiar.
No matter. If he allowed them to talk, they’d confuse him, and distract him from his purpose. Instead, he goaded the woman into sparring with him to buy him time to think.
His body moved effortlessly, blocking and attacking like a precision clockwork. Hard, thick muscles bunched and flexed as his mind coiled carefully around his options. Wait here for their wayward brother, or take the child to use as bait? That last seemed best, in keeping with the plan.
But what of the woman?
As they fought, the battle rush made his blood run hot, and new ideas began to form. His body responded in a way that surprised him only because he was not sparring with his brothers. He wondered briefly if Yazuu would be mad at him, or if Kadaj would have one of his ragefits; then he wondered what it would feel like, to couple with something so very different from himself.
When his phone rang, he grumbled to himself as he dealt with the distraction. No, she wasn’t here. No, he wasn’t either. Fine, he’d bring the child back as a bargaining chip, if it came to that.
But first…
He incapacitated the woman quickly and neatly. He checked to see if she was truly unconscious or merely faking; she’d shown too much strength to be underestimated now. But before he could be certain, something ricocheted off his skull.
Materia.
Loz smiled and picked it up, then strode stiffly toward the child and her box of glittering defense she couldn’t properly wield. He’d have to do something about her before anything could proceed.
Behind him, the woman shouted a warning. So she hadn’t been fully unconscious after all. He’d have to remedy that. Still, her stubborn strength could be a good thing.
Easing the materia into his forearm, he focused on both humans and said, “Sleep.” He caught the child as she crumpled, then tucked her behind a pew. Though she wouldn’t be awake to witness, he still felt the need to remove her innocence from what was about to happen. Yazuu would call him a fool for it, but Yazuu wasn’t here.
Loz approached the woman, who seemed smaller now that she wasn’t fighting anymore. He studied her a moment, then knelt and fumbled at her clothing. He’d only ever undressed Yazuu before, and that one had been helping at the time. This woman was dead weight in his grasp.
Once he’d removed her pants, he looked at her with open curiosity. He’d never seen a female like this before, though somewhere in the back of his awareness he knew what to do next – and he knew he’d have to hurry. Her scent was pain and fear, and it mixed with those damned flowers in a reek that almost cost him his determination.
He unfastened his pants and stroked himself back to full hardness, then lowered himself between her slack-muscled thighs and pushed inside, all the while imagining Yazuu’s tight heat clenched around him.
It was over mercifully quickly, his seed spilling into this vessel even as his head began to pound from the vile smells all around him. Gently, carefully, he wiped off the excess slop from her legs, using a handful of leaves; he didn’t bother to clean himself, just tucked and buttoned, preferring the stickiness to whatever those plants might do to him. He redressed the woman, then arranged her for sleep.
Collecting the box of materia and the sleeping child, Loz spared one look back at the woman who now carried his legacy.
Mother would be pleased.
* * * * *
“Tifa. Tifa!”
Someone holding her…Cloud? “You’re late,” she whispered, trying to get her bearings. Everything seemed to flash in strobelight white around her.
“Who did this?”
Tifa almost laughed at his question, but she hurt too much. “He didn’t say.” Sudden memory shocked her awake, and she flailed against Cloud’s grasp. “Marlene!” Another flicker of memory drained the blood from her face, leaving her faint and weak and helpless yet again.
* * * * *
Hours passed, and she watched Cloud find his own strength, and keep it.
Hours passed, and the nightmare was reborn, and slain.
Hours passed, and the world became safe again.
* * * * *
When she missed her cycle, she wondered what Cloud would say. Was he ready to be a father? She reminded herself not to count it a done deal just yet. Late wasn’t conclusive, after all.
But when she started waking up nauseous, she knew she’d better make certain.
* * * * *
When she told Cloud she was pregnant with his child, his face went ashen, his mouth hung open, and then he picked her up and swung her around gently, his eyes full of life.
For the first time, they made love slowly and without regret. Fingers twined and bodies weary, they watched the sun rise.
* * * * *
When she felt movement, she dared to start writing down a list of names. If it was a boy, maybe Cloud would want to name him Zack…just because.
She wouldn’t presume to name a girl Aerith. It was still too soon.
* * * * *
When the nightmares began, she wrote them off as anxiety. After all, her life had been stuck on repeat before, why not now?
Sephiroth was dead, dead and gone, and so was Jenova.
Only the dreams remained.
* * * * *
When she became deeply ill, though, she knew the nightmare was far from over.
She made her preparations quickly and in secret, hiding her sickness from Cloud just as neatly as he’d hidden the Geostigma from her so many months ago.
She kept a brave face as she sent Marlene and Denzel to stay with Barret for a while, their reward for doing so well at their schooling. Tifa wasn’t sure Marlene had bought the act, but the child seemed willing enough to go – as if something unseen were guiding her as well.
Cloud was away on a delivery; he’d be home before dark.
Tifa composed the letter with a steady hand and left it on his pillow.
* * * * *
Cid gave Tifa a worried look as he guided her aboard the Shera. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked, not knowing the truth of it, knowing only what she had told him.
“I need to know,” she said quietly.
They collected Vincent at Corel.
* * * * *
“Are you certain?”
Tifa couldn’t look at his face. “Yes, Vincent. It’s in my dreams. This isn’t Cloud’s baby. It’s not even human.” Choking back a sob, she said, “Just like him.”
Vincent stiffened, looked away. “Even he was human, once.”
Tifa stood, reeling slightly but still a tower of indignation. “You tell yourself that, but he refuses to die! The planet rejects him, Vincent! What monster am I carrying now, because of him? No. I can’t go through that. I can’t put Cloud through it. And I refuse to endanger the planet.” Her eyes hot with unshed tears, she glared at the gunman. “It won’t let me die, will it? Just like her.”
Head bowed, Vincent murmured, “Most likely.”
“Then you know what you need to do. Please, Vincent. If not for me, for Lucrecia.”
A thin shudder made Vincent’s cloak twitch as though caught by wind. “Not for her, Tifa. I do this for the living, and may Gaia have mercy on us all.”
* * * * *
“Where is she?” The cavern resounded with Cloud’s frantic shout. “Where’s Tifa?”
Vincent stood unmoving, surrounded by glittering, crystalline mako.
Cloud grabbed him by the shoulders and flung him against the wall. “Where is she, Vincent? What’s happened?”
“The child,” Vincent began, but his voice betrayed him, breaking into silence. He fixed the enraged neo-SOLDIER with a glare that allowed for no questions, the force of Chaos strong behind it. “The child is not yours, Cloud. It’s Jenova’s.”
“You’re crazy!” Cloud snarled, leveling his sword at the man’s throat. “Jenova is gone! You’ve spent so much time in this cave you’ve finally lost it!”
Cloud.
Cloud faltered and cast about for the source of the voice.
Cloud… I’m sorry…
Vincent… I’m so sorry…
Two voices echoed softly in a chorus of misery.
Vincent let his eyes slip shut, no longer caring if Cloud should put an end to it once and for all; a part of him hoped he might.
The sword fell from nerveless fingers to clatter against the stone. Cloud approached the mako crystal statue that stood beside the frozen form of Lucrecia Crescent. “Tifa?”
I’m sorry…
…so sorry…
So the punishment was sleep? That’s weird…
I wanted to disappear... I couldn’t be with anyone... I wanted to die...
But the Jenova inside wouldn’t let me.