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Sephiroth’s low snarl brought us back to reality.  Both of us looked over to see Kuja striding purposely toward us.  His brief expression of surprise revealed he wasn’t exactly expecting his new quests; at least no so soon.  However he recovered enough to congratulate Janus, Sephiroth, and his three “sons,” Black Waltzes One, Two and Three.


The Masamune, Sephiroth’s infamous sword, hissed as it was drawn from its sheath.  Also known as the Sword of Twin Souls, the blade had chosen the silver-haired swordsman in his youth.  Only the souls within it knew why.  Now it joined with its wielder in his hatred.  


Janus held out his hand and his favored scythe appeared.  In his free hand a glimmering light began to show, the beginning of a lightning spell.  Without a word he threw the spell at Kuja followed closely by a fireball, intent on incinerating him.  Unfortunately Kuja easily dodged both attacks.  The cast of Reflect destroyed Janus’ chance for magical attacks.

  

Sephiroth stepped forward to attack his enemy but Janus held out an arm, blocking him.  I couldn’t hear what Janus growled at Sephiroth, but whatever it was made him back off.  The battle between my husband and my captor raged on for what seemed like hours.  Ultimately they were evenly matched.  Kuja had the advantage where Magic was concerned, but Janus outclassed him with physical attacks.  Both were panting hard when they paused to catch their breath.  Blood dripped to pool on the floor from countless wounds, but Janus had gained the upper hand.  Seeing victory in sight he charged Kuja.


Kuja barely dodged my beloved’s attack.  Grudgingly giving ground to him, my captor edged around to the back of the cells.  Janus swung his scythe at Kuja’s head, deciding that he’d look much better without it.  Before the curved blade reached his neck, Kuja drew something out of a dark recess in the wall.  Sparks flew as scythe met sword.  One thought crossed my mind before my world ended.  I knew that blade.  I had seen it once before.  The sword of Lavos…


With the removal of that sword, the cell walls collapsed.  Suddenly I was inundated by sound that was not.  Imagine a deaf man placed next to a speaker with the volume turned all the way up.  Then have that man suddenly regain his hearing.  That’s what happened to me.  My shields had been dropped to save energy and in the cell I didn’t need them anyway.  When those walls dropped, my telepathic ears were left wide open.  I collapsed to the ground, clutching my head.  My pain brought Janus’ attention unintentionally over to me…giving Kuja an opening.  One he took.

  

I screamed as the sword crunched through Janus’ armor into the flesh beneath, finally emerging from his back.  He stumbled back clutching his stomach where the sword had just been.  Blood dribbled from his mouth to blend with that of his other wounds.  As if in slow motion, he collapsed to the ground.  The overwhelming noise in my “ears” was nothing as I half-ran, half staggered to his side.  Gently gathering him into my arms ignoring his blood that stained my hands and clothing and tears streaming down my cheeks, I begged him not to leave me alone.  I couldn’t go on without him.  He was my heart, my life, my entire world.

  

My cries roused him enough to open his eyes and look into mine.  In a hoarse croak he told me not to cry and weakly brushed away the tears that stained my cheeks.  He said that he was glad that I was alright and if he had to die he was proud to have it to be while protecting me.  He asked me to go on with my life and to care for our child.  Once again weakly caressing my face he told me he loved me with everything he had and then promised that he’d see me again.  Slowly his hand dropped to rest on his chest as he closed his eyes and then he went limp.  Even though his chest had ceased to rise and his hot blood to flow on my hands, I still sobbed his name, pleading for him to remain with me.  I know not how long I held him before the reality of his death sank in; long enough for his skin to cool.  Gently I situated him into a form of repose, brushing my lips against his forehead in farewell. Then I threw back my head to howl my grief and despair to an uncaring sky.

  

The others made sure to keep all sharp objects away from me.  After what had happened, after my soul had been ripped to pieces, they didn’t want me to hurt myself.  Little did they know that if I truly wanted to kill myself, I would have simply willed myself into death.  But I couldn’t.  Not now.  Not without breaking my promise to Janus.  Our child had already lost a father.  I would not deprive it of a mother too.


Later I was told that during Kuja’s pleasure at Janus’ death and my grief, Sephiroth silently stole up behind him and neatly removed him of his head.  This knowledge did nothing to comfort me.  I had no need of revenge.  It would not bring Janus back to me nor would it lessen my pain.  In many ways, I died that day.


I asked at the beginning of this account whether or not removing the source of love would grant freedom.  In my experience, it doesn’t.  The death of my soul mate left me worse off.  I could be myself with him; I never had to hide anything.  Now, with him gone, I hide my pain behind a false smile.  My innermost thoughts and feelings remain unknown to all but me.  I will never share myself so completely with anybody else.  I survived the first; I will not live through a second time.  

Well, here it is. The final piece of this little account. I hope you enjoyed it. ^_^ I enjoyed writing it.

Part 1: [link]
Part 2: [link]


Sephiroth, Magus/Janus, Kuja, the three Waltzes, and Lavos all belong to Square Enix
'Kreca belongs to me
Sara belongs to :iconbishounenstalker:
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BlackManaBurning Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2008  Professional General Artist
A perfect ending.
I love how you can use so few words to so quickly and yet effectively tell a story...:aww:
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Midorii-kiri Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much!! :glomp:

I was a little worried about the ending. I have issues with endings. But this one I'm proud of. I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
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BlackManaBurning Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2008  Professional General Artist
I know what you mean^^;
It's like,
"God, this totally just isn't RIGHT", but then it is rather satisfying when you actually are able to say,
"Done!"

I hope you enjoyed making it!
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Midorii-kiri Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist
Yes, yes it is. I should practice more.

Can you believe that this story was spawned from old rps?
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BlackManaBurning Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2008  Professional General Artist
:D
Just love it, and you will do great!

rps:?
*feels dumb:XD:*
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Midorii-kiri Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist
Roleplays

Dungeons and Dragons is a table top rp. I usually do freeform which is sorta like writing a story with two or more people. Only that you have a set amount of characters you play and you only play them for the most part. I usually roleplay as Sephiroth and 'Kreca. Although I used to play as Kuja as well.
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BlackManaBurning Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2008  Professional General Artist
Oh, okay:D
Sweet that you could take something like that and make it evolve:love:

*learning...:sherlock:*
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Midorii-kiri Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist
Considering the majority was awful....I still have one of the rps. *shudder* It's hidden in the back of my closet. For a reason.
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