Fiction: Sephiroth x Reader
“Jesus, Zack!” you gasp, breathless, after another ferocious blow to the face, “leave me my teeth, will you?”
Zack grins down at you, maintaining his fighting stance, “I’m pretty good now, right?”
“I’ll say..” you mutter almost bitterly, spitting blood out onto the floor of the ring.
“I have Angeal to thank for that,” Zack finally relaxes his stance and extends a hand to help you up, “the personal attention he’s giving me is really paying off, I’m going to make First in no time!”
You supress the mild pangs of jealousy and get back on your feet, with Zack’s assistance, wiping off your mouth with your free hand. “Do you think he’d train me?”
“Ooh, I don’t know..” Zack says, visibly considering the idea, but quickly dropping it, “he’s a pretty busy guy.” His impossibly blue eyes suddenly light up with a new idea. “Why don’t you ask Sephiroth?”
“Are you kidding?” you scoff. “The man looks at me like I’m a smear on the bottom of his boot.”
“Don’t take it personally,” Zack reassures you, lightly punching a very sore shoulder, “he looks at everyone like that.”
“Yeah, well…” you state plainly, supressing a pained wince, “It doesn’t make him the most approachable person in the world.”
The General, you're very much aware, has never been known for his skills as a social butterfly. Unfortunately, you realised long ago that the mystery surrounding the silver-haired paragon of perfection only serves to make him even more appealing to you. Damnit.
“True.” Zack ponders for a few more seconds. “You could always ask Genesis.”
“Genesis?” You didn’t consider him before, and you doubt that you will now.
“Have you ever seen him fighting?” Zack asks, excitedly. “He’s amazing!”
You can understand the awe embedded in your friend’s expression. Share it, even. You’ve certainly seen the First Class SOLDIER in action, but you’ve never interacted with him, personally. You try to remember an occasion on which he’s even made eye contact with you. You come up empty.
“I don’t know,” you sigh, “Genesis isn’t even aware of my existence.”
“Genesis is cool,” Zack encourages, “a bit of a nerd, but cool.”
You fail to stifle a giggle. “He’s a nerd?”
“Totally,” Zack replies, matter-of-factly, “his face is constantly in some book or other.”
"How do you even know that?" you enquire, suddenly wanting to know more.
"He and Angeal are pretty tight," Zack says, proudly, "I've met him a few times, and he always has a book in his hand."
Images of the infamous red-haired SOLDIER in a sexy library scenario suddenly invade your mind and your eyes glaze over a little. “That’s kind of hot.”
“Ew,” Zack whines as his face scrunches in disgust, “don’t do that.”
“What?” you ask innocently, shaking yourself free of the fantasy.
“Don’t objectify dudes right in front of me,” he complains.
“Aww, I’m sorry,” you apologise, before adding with a wink, “I usually just do it behind your back.”
A combination of shock and embarrassment flashes across Zack’s pretty face before he falls back into his usual suave demeanour. Having successfully neutralised your friend with flattery, you send him sprawling with a sucker punch to his jaw and take off towards the showers.
“You’d better get Genesis to train your ass up,” he calls from behind you, “I’m not going to go so easy on you next time!”
Once you’re safely in the girls’ locker room, you laugh until your abused sides hurt. You knew that Zack was holding back. You’re good, but he’s better. Way better.
You think seriously about Zack’s idea as you carefully peel the uniform from your battered and bruised body. Genesis as a personal mentor. It's certainly worth considering the possibility. His swordsmanship, you remember, is some of the best you’ve ever seen. Something else about his fighting sticks in the forefront of your mind though. Magic. They way he wields it so gracefully, so effortlessly.. If he could teach you to do that, you think, Zack wouldn’t stand a chance. Although the rivalry between the two of you is purely friendly, you concede that it would be nice to finally wipe the smug grin off of his flawless face.
“Genesis,” you say aloud, since you’re the only one who uses the female facilities, “you’re my only hope.”
You draw your attention back to where the General is conversing with a mature looking lady in the front room of a very impressive looking home. You notice that they seem to be quite familiar with each other.
Suddenly, something happens which shocks you to your core. The lady raises a hand and tenderly caresses Sephiroth's face. You have no idea what she's saying, but you know that you'd sell your very soul to find out.
"Thank you, Mrs Rhapsodos," he says with fondness, and then he's coming towards you.
You become aware that your mouth is hanging open, but you have no idea how long it has been. Before you can think more about it, the General has passed you and left the room. You compose yourself and mutter something like a goodbye to the woman, then hurry out to catch up.