jessara40k (jessara40k) wrote in roads_diverged, @ 2008-07-01 10:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | final fantasy vii, jessara40k:cloud/sephiroth, theme 30: band/rock star |
Final Fantasy VII; Sephiroth/Cloud; Theme 30 - Band/Rock Star "Courting The Storm"
Title: Courting The Storm - Complete
Author: jessara40k
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Cloud/Sephiroth
Rating: R
Warnings: Implied castration, implied slavery, slash
Theme: 30 band/rock star
Sephiroth ran through the last of his vocalise, and wondered what to do next. Hojo-kyou had been scheduling a lot less into his days than he was used to recently, he’d already done his guitar work and ran through half a dozen songs, and he didn’t feel up to working with his nodachi today. For lack of anything better to do he turned on the television and sat down on the sofa - he was tempted to lounge, but Hojo-kyou had trained him too well to give in to that temptation.
“No, no...we don’t fight anything like Sephiroth. I mean yeah, we use swords, but we’d been learning how to use them even before he burst onto the scene, and we use entirely different styles to him, don’t we Cloud?” An interview with The Storm? Now this was worth watching and Sephiroth’s attention was riveted.
“Yes, just about everyone learned capoeira where we came from, but we each ended up specialising a bit differently. I mean Tifa doesn’t really like any weapons at all, so she added teachings from other hard martial arts styles, and Aeris added staff techniques. Zack and I ended up with the most traditional capoeira styles, and mine’s purer than his, because he likes big swords, and I like the smaller blades, but even Zack’s not got the muscle to use a sword like Sephiroth’s.” Cloud leaned back into Tifa’s embrace, petting her arm with an absent smile as he got a distant look in his eyes. “I can’t quite work out how he can move that thing so fast and keep his kata up for so long.”
“We could spar for you, if you wanted us to? I usually work out against Aeris and Cloud tends to spar with Zack, but it would be good for us to mix it up a bit. Zangan-sensei always says it’s a bad idea to just train against one opponent, but when it’s just the four of us training we tend to fall into patterns.”
“Ah, no, thank you that won’t be necessary, we’ve got-” Sephiroth used the mute button when he heard someone entering, and with a quick glance to the side he confirmed that it was Hojo-kyou before kneeling to greet him.
“Hojo-kyou.”
“Stand Sephiroth-kun.” Hojo-kyou helped him to his feet, and Sephiroth kept his eyes appropriately downcast as he was guided to sit back on the sofa beside his manager. “Learning about The Storm, hmm? Good, even if they aren’t your direct rivals they kept your last single from the number one spot for almost a month.”
“Ah...yes Hojo-kyou. “ He glanced up at the screen to see that the program, whatever it was, had shifted to showing Cloud sparring against Zack, the blond showing an impressive level of agility for a naturally born man. “Should I turn the sound back on then?”
“No, not yet. I’ll have some discs prepared for you to watch later. I have some new songs for you now, and a plan to explain to you.”
“As you wish Hojo-kyou.” Sephiroth was almost never allowed to write his own songs, and rarely the music, but he was an expert at improvising and most of his songs had at least one part where he could display this. Still, it was rare for Hojo-kyou to bother to inform him of his plans ahead of time, and Sephiroth intended to pay his full attention, as that probably meant he would have to do something other than perform. “Might I turn the television off then, so as to avoid distraction?”
“Well thought Sephiroth-kun, Go ahead.” Hojo-kyou stroked his hair briefly before letting Sephiroth rise to turn the television off, and as he returned he saw that Hojo-kyou had put a folder of papers and a disc on the floor at his feet. He’d look at them later, and listen to the recording of the new songs, but for now he needed to listen to what Hojo-kyou intended. He’d find it easier to concentrate if he was allowed to kneel, but Hojo-kyou patted the sofa beside him, and rested a hand lightly on the nape of his neck when he obeyed the implied command. It wasn’t a threat, and he would not allow himself to react as if it was, no matter how rare it was for Hojo-kyou to touch him so casually.
“Hojo-kyou?” It was enough to make him move his hand and start talking, to Sephiroth’s relief.
“The Storm’s manager has been hinting that they’re interested in having a castrato feature on their next single. They might want a relative newcomer, but I want you to attend the festival end party at the Reian festival next month and make sure to talk to them. I expect you to do everything you can to encourage them to work with you if they want a star in his own right to work with them.” Hojo wouldn’t want to allow them to select Genesis-kun or Angeal-kun as that would reflect badly on his having sold their contracts to Rufus-dono, and Sephiroth only wished he knew what it was about Valentine-san that made Hojo-kyou hate him so.
“As you wish Hojo-kyou. Ah...does that mean I will be allowed to make arrangements to meet with members of The Storm after the party if they wish it?”
“I suppose it does. But tell them that you can’t make any firm arrangements until you’ve checked your schedule, and if one of them wants to bed you then you can stay with them until noon the next day.”
“Yes Hojo-kyou.” Sephiroth didn’t like the sound of that idea. He had no training in bedplay or seduction, even if he suspected some of the other castratos whose contracts Hojo-kyou had sold when they proved to have poor voices had ended up in that role, and he wasn’t sure he was even capable of feeling arousal, but if that was what Hojo-kyou commanded he would obey.
“Good. I will see you again tomorrow afternoon. Try to look through at least one of the new songs before then. Is there anything you’d like me to bring you, other than the first disc on The Storm?” Rare generosity if Hojo-kyou didn’t feel the need to limit his options, and for a moment Sephiroth felt overwhelmed by the choices he was being offered, then he gathered himself together, to make his request before Hojo-kyou withdrew his question, or assumed there was nothing he wanted.
“Entertainment discs, if you would, ones that have nothing, or very little to do with music, please Hojo-kyou.”
“Entertainment discs Sephiroth-kun? Did you have any other specifications?”
“Ah...some sort of fantasy perhaps?” Like the tales one of his nurses had told him when he was younger.
“I’ll find something suitable then. Don’t stand.” Hojo-kyou kissed Sephiroth’s forehead as he stood before walking out, and Sephiroth turned his attention to the new songs Hojo-kyou had brought.