towerofanimus | Time wears a mask

Characters: Hei and YOU
Setting: anywhere around the tower
Format: Prose, but I will match with anything.
Summary: Hei is 20+ years older, and his life is, well...crap. Will attack all potential villains with enhanced abilities.
Warnings: Hei has gotten stronger from absorbing the Materia over the years and training. And he has a goal to kill those that ruined his life, villains mostly.

They took it all away from him.

He could never forget. Despair had settled in over the years, unable to find himself to move on from her. Years passed before the light shined upon his heart, his love and those he could call friends and family returning. Everything he could have wanted, finally his once again. Happiness, the one thing neither of them seemed to be able to keep, was finally his.

And then they came.

Memories were fresh, the sound of her screams never ceasing. One after another they fell, he forced to bear witness to everything. Lucy, Kirika, Elena, no one was spared. Everyone that mattered to him perished. Least it felt like everyone. Finally, he trusted Elena. Finally, he and Kirika grew far more as siblings. And finally...she was there with him. To die, to never be able to be brought back.

Those roaming the halls and floors can find Hei, a mask on his face. Beneath it was a glare, walking past people in a hurry. Day or night, he was out there, moving with no loss of energy. He needed to find them, those responsible, and make them feel the pain he had in his heart. Only then could his heart find some solace. This was the man who hated to kill, but now? Now it was the only thing that could calm him down. One man was definitely the number one target for him, one above all else.

Sephiroth.

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He was helped up, though said nothing, his mind trying to process everything. Walking for instance when his head was still scattered. When broken, it was always nice to have those he knew of close when he needed them most. But what he had to say next...

"I was going to find Sephiroth, and get revenge."

The one things she learned over the years was collecting information. Guess who taught her that?

"Is he human?"

"No." He taught her well. "Do you remember the Turks? Their former boss created him, and he's still in the tower."

"Mhm, I remember. I didn't know their boss created him." The people he joined with once in a while either work or social she remembered. Once they arrived at the cafeteria, Kirika let go of his hand as she made her way towards the stove.

"Have a seat."

She wrapped an apron around her as she tied her hair back. "Did you want anything specific?"

He took his seat, staring at her. It was still hard to take in...

"No. Just give me anything."

She gave a nod before she begun. The stove lit up as she tossed some ingredients in. If she could, she would of rather taken her time cooking than rushing. So she thought about making something quick and simple. The aroma of the cooked seasonings began to fill the room. She talked as she cooked.

"Don't tell Rolo I made something," Kirika joked. But really, don't. Even though Rolo usually cooked for her, and they know how sensitive he could be. "I'll probably won't hear the end of it."

"What's your plan after this?"

Even if this was nice, what she said made him think. Briefly, he thought if he should still do it. But after still seeing them all die, this might be a chance to prevent all of it from ever happening. And the desire, that desire to kill, something he had not felt in such a long time, it could not be so easily dispelled.

"I still plan on finding Sephiroth, and destroy him, for good. Make him feel what I felt."

Kirika of all knew the concept of hate and how much people would be consumed by it. She could tell from Hei's actions and response. But why was he affected by this? Did the tower brought him back a couple years later? After the food was done, she set it on a plate before she walked over to him with it.

"Even if it's the tower's doing?" She had to make him think of that logic at least. "Would you still..."

"I...don't know." He spoke, bowing his head. "I just...Even if this is a trick by the tower, my head...those visions, they haven't stopped."

Kirika sat with her plat across from him. "Brother..." She began trying to find the right words. Even her presence wasn't enough.

"Regardless, Sephiroth will do what I saw. He is that ruthless." He closes his eyes. "I can at least erase his existence, and prevent him from harming any of us."

"Time paradox," Kirika spoke the only word she could think of. "Won't the tower revive him again? Maybe..."

Help him came to mind but she stopped herself.

"If he was able to do such a thing, I can too. The power I spent years gaining...I'll erase his existence fully."

"I'll go with you."

"No you will not. I'm not going to lose you again."

"And I said I will."

Kirika simply replied calmly. It wasn't the first time she died and certainly wouldn't be the last.

Time wears a mask

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