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Title: Fallen 3/4
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sphinxofthenile 
Fandom: FFVII - Advent Children
Pairing: Reno/Kadaj
Rating: PG-13
Warning: angst, non-graphic m/m action
Summary: Sometimes there is no way of making things right.
A/N: Sequel to Incurable, part 3 of the Angel in Hell arc. Song: Beyond Redemption by HIM.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

"Feel it turning your heart into stone
Feel it piercing your courageous soul
Beyond now - redemption
No one's gonna catch you when you fall…"
 
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I’ve watched him as he fell from the 13th floor of the Tower, and something gripped at my heart, a cold, unknown feeling that shouldn’t have been there.
 
We sat under the whitely glowing trees, his head on my shoulder, my arms around him; momentary peace in the raging madness. How could he captivate me so? This child, this enemy?
 
I’ve watched him as he fell, a bitter lump in my throat, and I closed my eyes not to see it any longer. But still, I knew it was bound to happen, it was only a matter of time. Corrupted angels always fall, don’t they?
 
We sat under the whitely glowing trees, his hand seeking out my hand, fingers entwined with fingers… His hand was soft and small, it’s warmth barely seeping through the cool of the leather. I asked him to take the gloves off…
 
I’ve watched him as he landed safely on the ground, pressing the box to his chest as if it was something fragile and precious, as if it meant more than…
 
I gritted my teeth to stop this train of thought. It was a fight. A fight for our world, our lives, and we couldn’t afford to lose. Rufus signalled to us and I nodded, motioning Rude to get into the chopper.
 
We sat under the whitely glowing trees, and he was crying once again, his tears quietly falling from endless emerald depths. His voice was a faint whisper, like the touch of light breeze on the surface of water. He was so afraid…
 
I’ve watched him with awe as he raced his way through the highway with Cloud and the others following closely. Considering he was unable to use both hands, he was doing remarkably.
 
But I had to take off and do my job. I had to. The only thing that brought relief was that I wasn’t given the task to face him. It was the other two we were after.
 
We sat under the whitely glowing trees, and I was kissing him once again, and it felt so wrong, and yet it felt so right. I kissed away his tears, his sweet, salty tears that left the bitter taste of mako on my tongue. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, hating himself for his weakness and me for witnessing it…
 
I’ve watched him disappear amongst the ruins of the old church, knowing that Cloud will find him there. And this time I wasn’t so sure about his victory…
 
We were heading back to the Tower to pick up the others, and once more, something in my chest felt heavy as the black chopper was taking me away from him yet again…
 
We sat under the whitely glowing trees, and I told him about free will and freedom, but he didn’t understand it. Like a blind man can never understand the colors, he couldn’t understand the things he never knew.
 
He asked me if I was angry with him. I felt my chest constricting painfully, and I just shook my head smiling, placing a light kiss on his forehead.
 
He never noticed the single teardrop falling on his silver hair.
 
I’ve watched him as he fell, holding the box with Jenova’s head to his chest, fusing his body with the tainted, poisonous cells. I’ve watched him lose himself, giving in to hatred and fear, pain and loneliness. Finally, he succumbed to the darkness that had been eating at his soul like a candle is consumed by the flames…
 
We sat under the whitely glowing trees, counting time by our pained heartbeats. For once in my life I didn’t know what to say. I so desperately wanted to comfort him, but the inevitable fall that awaited him lurked around us in the damp silence of the forest…
 
He was so afraid of dieing, and all I could do was to shield him from the ravenous darkness with my thin arms…
 
I’ve watched him fall for the last time. His Angel, his Goddess… They all abandoned him, left him at the mercy of his enemies, battered, broken… I’ve watched his life seeping away into what Avalanche said was the Lifestream, but was nothingness to me…
 
We sat under the whitely glowing trees, tears melting into kisses and hands sliding through silky strands of hair, bodies pressed together and slender fingers playing melodies of affection on them…
 
We sat under the whitely glowing trees, past and future forgotten in the intent search for closeness and hope. Tongues dancing, warm breath caressing and hips stroking hips in a haze of mind-numbing pleasure and desperate need…
 
We sat under the whitely glowing trees, numbing our hot, white extasy with slow, sweet kisses and small, feather-light touches… He was so beautiful, so beautiful in the moonlight…
 
Rufus let a relieved little sigh escape his lips, Rude was silent as always. Tseng and Elena were quietly discussing the events. They were happy that the Nightmare was gone, and I suddenly wanted to scream at them.
 
Hadn’t they seen it? Hadn’t they understood?
 
Sephiroth still lived, lived to come back again; the only one that had fallen was the angelic child I now knew I loved…
 
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