The sea sings to me in my sleee~ep...
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okami_huTitle: Secrets and Oaths
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
okami_hu
!Verse: 7Seas FF7 AU
Rating: G
Warning: OOc behavior (due to the different storyline)
Characters: Hojo, Sephiroth
Word count: 666
Note: This little ficlet is part of the 7Seas AU I’m working on with my trusty co-authorkira_k. The basic idea is a change in the time period, placing the story in a setting similar to the state of Earth in the 18th century, where Sephiroth is a renowned captain of the ship H.M.S. Midgar. This story sheds a bit of light onto his background.
Since the 7Seas were invented while working out the prompt stories of the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50kinkyways’s challenge, the upcoming saga will continue a shameless amount of malesmut. Honestly, what were you expecting…?
Oh, how he hated the sea! With burning passion and sad determination. She held the raven-haired man in her grip, took his most precious possession years ago and he was bound to loose another to the ocean.
Alexander Hojo’s dark eyes were fixed on the waves lapping lazily at the shore. The salty breeze waved its cool fingers into his long hair and the constant murmur felt like an endless litany, a threatening promise, a reminder of an oath he made in desperation, long ago.
He had achieved everything in his life a man could dream of – he was a renowned scientist, a doctor and a chemist working for the world’s wealthiest family, the Shinra. He had luxurious rooms in the breathtaking main mansion, servants on his own, the most modern equipment and generous research funds. He had found the love of his life and married her, the beautiful and intelligent Lucrecia Crescent. He had a son, strong, bright and handsome.
Hojo’s long fingers found the golden wedding ring and he turned it around absent-mindedly. Oh, how he hated the sea.
Lucrecia carried their child already and was gleaming with pride, her soft beauty enhanced by the feelings shining through her. But she received a letter from her parents, saying that her mother was ill and she wanted to go home. ‘Just a short trip’, she told to her husband reassuringly ‘and my time is still far away, do not worry’.
The ship with the white sails ran out from the harbor and never came back.
Hojo didn’t mourn, didn’t cry. His black eyes were burning with madness and he sailed out and roamed the waters for months, searching for his beloved wife.
The creak of the door snapped the scientist out of his reverie and he turned with a frown just to face a child, his seven years old son, Sephiroth. The boy’s clothes were dusty and torn, obviously because of a fight and his pale cheeks were wet with tears.
“Where’s my mother?”
Hojo couldn’t hold back a surprised hiss. “Why is this sudden thirst for knowledge, Sephiroth?”
The boy rubbed away his tears with the sleeve of his shirt and his hands clenched in determination. “The kids in town… they say mean things, that my mother was a whore, or a sea monster because my hair is silver and my eyes-“
“Silence!” Hojo barked, his fists clenching as well. “They do not know anything, Sephiroth! Your mother was a flesh and blood woman, an honorable one and that is enough for them to know.”
“But where is she?” the child demanded stubbornly. “Did she die?”
Hojo sighed and glanced at the sea. “I will tell you about her in time. When you’ll be old enough.”
“When? When will I be old enough?”
Ah well, Sephiroth had a strong will. The scientist sometimes wondered if that was because- No, no, not because of that, never because of that, he himself was a stubborn man as well, Sephiroth inherited this trait from him. The child was his own flesh and blood, nobody else’s.
“On your twenty-fifth birthday,” he spoke up thoughtfully, “I will tell you everything about your mother. Until that, never dare to ask.” He turned back to his son taking in the disheveled form. “Simple street urchins managed to beat you. My son can’t be weak. Go wash your face and change then wait for me. It’s high time you started to learn how to defend yourself.”
Sephiroth blinked, the mother-issue momentarily forgotten by the promise. He had always admired the dance of the flickering blades and was more drawn to them than the shadowy laboratory of his father. With a respectful bow, he left.
Hojo looked back at the sea. His black eyes flashed. “I will not give him up to you,” he whispered. “I will bring him up to be strong and he’ll fight with you when the time comes. You won’t take him away from me, Jenova.”
The waves roared.
~end~
Note2: Hojo's first name being Alexander was most probably introduced by the brilliant Lark.
Author:
okami_hu!Verse: 7Seas FF7 AU
Rating: G
Warning: OOc behavior (due to the different storyline)
Characters: Hojo, Sephiroth
Word count: 666
Note: This little ficlet is part of the 7Seas AU I’m working on with my trusty co-author
kira_k. The basic idea is a change in the time period, placing the story in a setting similar to the state of Earth in the 18th century, where Sephiroth is a renowned captain of the ship H.M.S. Midgar. This story sheds a bit of light onto his background.Since the 7Seas were invented while working out the prompt stories of the
50kinkyways’s challenge, the upcoming saga will continue a shameless amount of malesmut. Honestly, what were you expecting…?Oh, how he hated the sea! With burning passion and sad determination. She held the raven-haired man in her grip, took his most precious possession years ago and he was bound to loose another to the ocean.
Alexander Hojo’s dark eyes were fixed on the waves lapping lazily at the shore. The salty breeze waved its cool fingers into his long hair and the constant murmur felt like an endless litany, a threatening promise, a reminder of an oath he made in desperation, long ago.
He had achieved everything in his life a man could dream of – he was a renowned scientist, a doctor and a chemist working for the world’s wealthiest family, the Shinra. He had luxurious rooms in the breathtaking main mansion, servants on his own, the most modern equipment and generous research funds. He had found the love of his life and married her, the beautiful and intelligent Lucrecia Crescent. He had a son, strong, bright and handsome.
Hojo’s long fingers found the golden wedding ring and he turned it around absent-mindedly. Oh, how he hated the sea.
Lucrecia carried their child already and was gleaming with pride, her soft beauty enhanced by the feelings shining through her. But she received a letter from her parents, saying that her mother was ill and she wanted to go home. ‘Just a short trip’, she told to her husband reassuringly ‘and my time is still far away, do not worry’.
The ship with the white sails ran out from the harbor and never came back.
Hojo didn’t mourn, didn’t cry. His black eyes were burning with madness and he sailed out and roamed the waters for months, searching for his beloved wife.
The creak of the door snapped the scientist out of his reverie and he turned with a frown just to face a child, his seven years old son, Sephiroth. The boy’s clothes were dusty and torn, obviously because of a fight and his pale cheeks were wet with tears.
“Where’s my mother?”
Hojo couldn’t hold back a surprised hiss. “Why is this sudden thirst for knowledge, Sephiroth?”
The boy rubbed away his tears with the sleeve of his shirt and his hands clenched in determination. “The kids in town… they say mean things, that my mother was a whore, or a sea monster because my hair is silver and my eyes-“
“Silence!” Hojo barked, his fists clenching as well. “They do not know anything, Sephiroth! Your mother was a flesh and blood woman, an honorable one and that is enough for them to know.”
“But where is she?” the child demanded stubbornly. “Did she die?”
Hojo sighed and glanced at the sea. “I will tell you about her in time. When you’ll be old enough.”
“When? When will I be old enough?”
Ah well, Sephiroth had a strong will. The scientist sometimes wondered if that was because- No, no, not because of that, never because of that, he himself was a stubborn man as well, Sephiroth inherited this trait from him. The child was his own flesh and blood, nobody else’s.
“On your twenty-fifth birthday,” he spoke up thoughtfully, “I will tell you everything about your mother. Until that, never dare to ask.” He turned back to his son taking in the disheveled form. “Simple street urchins managed to beat you. My son can’t be weak. Go wash your face and change then wait for me. It’s high time you started to learn how to defend yourself.”
Sephiroth blinked, the mother-issue momentarily forgotten by the promise. He had always admired the dance of the flickering blades and was more drawn to them than the shadowy laboratory of his father. With a respectful bow, he left.
Hojo looked back at the sea. His black eyes flashed. “I will not give him up to you,” he whispered. “I will bring him up to be strong and he’ll fight with you when the time comes. You won’t take him away from me, Jenova.”
The waves roared.
~end~
Note2: Hojo's first name being Alexander was most probably introduced by the brilliant Lark.
