giftsofglory | Time of Transition

"What the-- No!," Mello insisted angrily, dusting himself off quickly and glaring at Sephiroth. "You drag me in here and you expect me not to even need a few seconds to get used to it? You're an imbecile. Not everyone is a freak like you."

Deep breaths. Okay, so he was in Sephiroth's mind. His fucking mind. But that was okay. He was here by choice (more or less) and it seemed like... a place. So he could deal with this, pretend it really was a place and not some impossible dimension.

Trying to explain this logically was making him a little frantic again, so Mello suddenly and quickly dropped that train of thought. There was no explaining this in terms he could understand. He just had to accept it.

He could feel the frantic thoughts coming off Mello and he smiled slightly, looking at him through his lashes and cocked his head. "Of course not everyone is a freak like me. I'm -special-."

There was a pause and he threw his hands out to his sides in invitations. "Show me what you can do Mello, I want to know."

'Special' didn't even begin to cover it, Mello thought dryly, looking up at Sephiroth as he opened his arms out as if to say he was vulnerable for attack.

Of course, if this was his head, Mello had to be careful. He had a suspicion Sephiroth would have a lot more control (as if he didn't usually, the fucker).

Then again, since it was a world of thoughts, perhaps he could control things as well. So he tried, imagining his gun in his hands.

The gun materialized with ease, and there was some sounds of movement off behind Mello shortly after, Sephiroth watching him intently, unmoving as he followed the blond's line of thought with ease.

Pleased with that, at least, Mello cocked his gun as he glanced over his shoulder to see what had made those sounds, even so leveling the gun to aim between Sephiroth's eyes, almost without even looking.

When he looked, there was nothing there, but looking back showed that that glance was more than enough for Sephiroth to vanish from in front of him, and there was another set of sounds, again out of his line of sight, like footsteps.

Fuck. He'd fallen for it. Mello frowned, swore under his breath and turned quickly, waiting for Sephiroth to reappear.

Getting an idea, since the gun had worked, he suddenly tried very hard to imagine several mirrors in the space around. Not enough to be confusing, but enough to give him an immediate view of his surroundings.

There were mirrors, and they showed everything... except Sephiroth, whose fingers ghosted down along Mello's spine and didn't show in a single one of those mirrors.

Well, damn. All right-- Sephiroth's mind, Sephiroth's rules. Mello would just have to work around it.

He whirled at the ghost of a touch, trying to catch Sephiroth with the side of his gun, or maybe a stray elbow.

"If you want me, then perhaps you should ask." The murmur sounded as though it was directly in his ear, though his attack hit nothing and there was nothing there to see.

"Show yourself, you fucking coward!" Mello snarled.

It wasn't exactly asking but. Close enough.

"Ah ah Mello. I said if you -want- me. That was just insulting." There was a soft laugh, the sensation of hands down his back.

Mello tensed away immediately, trying to strike him again. "What I want is for you to show your smug face so I can shoot it," he hissed.

"I know you do." His voice was soft, and when Mello turned around he was dressed in loose, form hiding clothes, peering at him from under the line of his bangs and looking -young-. "So go ahead."

No. He wasn't falling for mind-games again.

Mello was unfazed by the suddenly young appearance, not buying a second of Sephiroth's innocent act. It was still the same fucker, no matter what face he put on.

Aiming between those large eyes, Mello pulled the trigger mercilessly.

And the form crumpled, even if there was no blood, even as arms slid around him, resting on his shoulder. "I should mention, Mello, that within one's mind there are all kinds of different facets the world never sees." It was a murmur directly in his ear. "Be glad that one isn't actually dead, just emotionally hurt, or you would have made things much worse for yourself."

Flinching, Mello tried to shove the touch away, turning his gun behind him again as he spun around.

"You're the one throwing them in front of me when you know all I want to do is kill you," Mello snarled, unregretful and unsympathetic. He had little regard for Sephiroth's humanity, even for his other 'facets.' They all made up the same man who held him against his will, tortured him, and threatened those he really did care for. He didn't care what Sephiroth had been-- and, if there had been a time when he might have, that time was gone.

Mello wasn't going to argue at this point that he was still completely sane.

"Actually, all that means is that -all- of me wants to come see what the big deal is about. There are a few facets of me, well, just like you have the soft and gentle in there, I have the utterly feral around here somewhere. I'd just -love- to see what would become of that, but, I won't. That would be foolish and I don't want to drive you into catatonia." He moved his hand, put it over the gun.

And Mello twisted the weapon immediately up, firing without hesitation again. He was sick of Sephiroth--of all of him--and frustrated to distraction with the fact that, even with the freedom he had to have whatever weapon he wanted here, he was still ultimately powerless.

This time the result was that suddenly, the blond seemed utterly alone, save creeping, quiet steps beyond the useless mirrors.

Frustrated and angry, Mello willed the mirrors to vanish, backing up slowly toward one of the walls as he cocked his gun and tried to keep a view on the entire room.

"You're a fucking coward, Sephiroth," he growled into the emptiness, ignoring the urge to turn his head each time he heard footsteps in a different direction.

"I thought you wanted to fight, not play hide-and-seek."

"I wanted you to learn." His voice was quiet, and he peered around a bend of the walls. "And you aren't yet."

Mello wasn't interesting in learning anything more than how to kill this fucker and escape. He fired again as soon as he saw Sephiroth.

This time, he quickly avoided the attack. "Are you -trying- to trap yourself in here?"

"Why would I be trapped if you die?" Mello scoffed, assuming that if Sephiroth died, the spell (or whatever it was) would be gone and the connection broken.

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