Sora's Darkness

"Since Master is using Sora's body, it should be easy."

 

"What should?" He picked up a bone and started gnawing on it.

 

He felt the gap he sealed has begun to open a new area.
"Master!" he cries. "Sora, you better not wake up. It is too soon for your return."

 

"Precisely."

 

He turns to the silver-haired man. "Seal him! Master isn't powerful enough against him." He bends his head down low, not showing his tears as they threaten to fall.

 

He patched the area that Sora was breaking through at.

 

He blinks his eyes. "He will be my puppet and I'll use his power as my own." He said angrily.
"Looks like we have to take care of him first."

 

He started gnawing on the bone again.

 

He finally notices the ex-General gnawing a bone. "Um, Sephiroth?" He points to the object in his hand.

 

"What?" He muttered while still gnawing the bone.

 

He stands up and towers over him. "Why don't you try to read my mind? I'm open as a book right now."

 

"Let me guess, you're wondering why I'm gnawing a bone?"

 

"Exactly."
He wipes his face with the back of his hand then laughs. "Probably some habits as a child."

 

"Sometimes when I'm bored I chew on things, it helps my teeth."

 

He could tell his Master isn't alright. "I would suggest stop what you are doing before it gets worse."

 

"But I like gnawing on bones."

 

"Break it or leave us." He said coldly.

 

"Fine." He spat out the bone. "It was bland anyway."

 

"Ok," he paces back and forth, "tell me about this host so I know how to claim him."
"Handful, stubborn, and eager to claim new forces of darkness."

 

"Occaisionally reckless, prone to memory loss, and apathetic."