dogmatix (dogmatix) wrote in takoyaoi_love, @ 2008-04-09 21:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | dogmatix, final fantasy vii |
All for One [Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Kadaj/Yazoo/Loz, G]
Title: All for One
Artist: dogmatix
Rating: G
Warnings: nope
Word count: +- 190?
Summary: Cloud (and family) to the rescue! (now with bonus drabble!)
A/N: I wanted to draw them snogging, dangit, and then this ambushed me. XD;
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII - Kadaj/Loz/Yazoo/Cloud, Cloud wonders if Sephiroth had the potential for tentacles as well, or if it's something limited to the Remnants.
All for One
The pre-dawn air is still, cool, breathless with anticipation.
Four figures flow soundlessly down a rocky slope, dwarfed by the snow-covered mountain peaks that strike at the fading stars overhead,
The figures pause where the mountain dips shaprly, and one steps forward to the very edge, sending a pebble clattering out of earshot below.
Below them lies Shin-Ra mansion, and their ultimate goal.
Kadaj's hand threads into his, and a convulsive grip tells Cloud that He is close. Sephiroth. The eldest of them.
Flanking their brothers, Loz and Yazoo rustle with anticipation.
Cloud acknowledges that his memory is tattered and scarred, but there are three things he knows down to his bones. First, that Mother is dead, leaving only whispers of Reunion in their blood. Second, that he is a SOLDIER First Class, and he has honed his three younger siblings accordingly. Lastly, that Sephiroth is still alive, trapped in Hojo's leeching grasp.
And that the four of them are going to fix that.
Phantom fingers ruffle his hair like a stray breeze and a proud grin dances at the edge of broken memories for a bare moment before it fades again, leaving Cloud feeling both warm and longing.
His memories take him like that, now and again, but he has no time to chase this one as the whup-whup of helicopter blades builds behind them before flowing overhead, a black shadow against the stars.
Hojo, being ferried in to monitor his experiments.
Cloud brushes a kiss over Kadaj's temple, runs a steadying hand over the striped and banded limbs that curl lightly around his waist for a second. This is not their first battle, but it will be the most important.
He lifts a gloved hand. Holds it.
Brings it down in a short, sharp jerk, and the four brothers blur into action.
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