Sora's Darkness

"I can do it without sacrificing him."

 

She nods. "That's fine." She exits to her old bedroom.

 

She stroked her tentacles through his hair and plucked a few strands then threw them to the floor and wrapped her tentacles around them like a cocoon as she poured her cells into them.

 

She collapses on the bed with a groan.
"Do you want to go with mommy or daddy?" He asks his little brother.

 

"I'm getting a little hungry." She continued as the black smoke that came from Sephiroth flew in through the balcony door and seeped through her tentacles.

 

"We're kinda alike so we could share the same food. What are you craving for?"
Her wrist is still bleeding and didn't bother to patch it up. Some dripped onto her skirt and shoes. Soon after that, she made a dark red puddle.

 

"Mako." Her tentacles unraveled to reveal Sephiroth, though he was naked. He got up and made a suit out of darkness that looked just like Kadaj's in the past. "Here's your clothes, now give me mine back before I beat you up." They swapped clothes and Sephiroth gave Kadaj his sword back as his own appeared in it's appropriate sheathe.

 

"You're lucky I can find any stuff you want." He said as he head towards the kitchen. "Your daddy gave me mako in a bottle. It is customized by humans. But then again," he chuckles, "the majority is from humans." He places the nipple in front of his mouth.
Her eyes turns back to normal then starts losing hope.

 

He bit down on it and started drinking. He teleported next to her and sat down on the bed.

 

"Are you happy now? I cried and gave my blood to you."
He wraps his tentacles around his brother.

 

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek. "I just wanted you to meet Kadaj."

 

She hugs him back with one arm. "He's ok so far and can be cute when he's clueless. When I saw him with Jenova, he reminds me of a child who haven't seen their mother in a long time." She punches him in the arm. "But that is a cruel way to present your brother!"

 

He casts curaga on her wrist. "Well, the last time he saw her, her head was in a box."

 

"At least they are having a nice reunion." Her voice turns angrier as she turns her eyes on him. "Now you have to make up for what you did, mister!"

 

"What do I have to do?" He asked with a playful smirk on his face.

 

"Whatever you want."

 

He blinked a few times. "That doesn't sound like a very fitting punishment."

 

"This isn't 'punishment', it is 'make-up'. Continue where you left off. Do what you want to do."

 

He made a trail of kisses from her cheek to her collar bone.

 

"Ahh... that feels nice."