It's called 'nature'

Genre: General
Pairing: none
Main characters: Sephiroth, Hojo
Setting: Crisis Core
Rating: K
Type: One shot
Status: Complete

Summary: A simple little test changes the way of mind for a young one.

A/N: Alright! So this is a little special one shot story.
It's made by me getting three or four random words with which I make a story that includes the given words. They are really unspecific stories and mostly random situations, but they can be fun!

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters! Square Enix does


It’s called ‘nature’

Words: Clouds, grass, bird

The little boy was stuck in bewilderment, he didn’t know what to do nor what to think of all which he saw; a large green grassy field surrounded him, mountains visible in the horizon and a forest not too far away ahead of him. Above were a clear blue sky, a shining sun and a couple of fluffy, white clouds slowly moving forward. A soft wind pushed the boy’s silver strands of hair away from his face, pulling lightly on his clothes as he watched the scenario. Then finally he dared stepping forward, the grass tickling under his bare feet slightly, making him feel slightly nervous about the unfamiliar feeling.

But there was a distant sound that made him curious, a twittering sound coming from the forest. It sounded so cheerful; he wanted to know what it was. Once getting over the strange ticklish feeling he walked forward, within short reaching the edge of the forest.

The twittering was louder now and he could tell that it came from the many trees. Taking a couple more steps forward he gazed up and into a tree with curiosity. What he saw bewildered him just as much as the rest he had already seen. A small bird jumped back and forth on a branch, returning his gaze with a few twittering sounds now and then. It was white with red and black decorations and he watched it with interest. The bird too, seeming curious and rather threat less, expanded its wings and flew down towards a lower branch, just at arm’s reach for the little boy.

Soon after, another bird came flying, landing on the same branch, this one being mainly blue instead of white with a little bit of yellow and green. The two birds twittered a melody together and the boy listened to them with interest. He found himself looking more at the blue bird than the other, the blue color made him think of the sky, the yellow the sun and the green of the grass. The other bird, though most interesting at first, he found himself dislike, the colors reminding him of things less pleasing. The black being dark shadows, white being the room he always found himself in and the red were blood. As he kept listening, he thought the blue bird had a prettier song, the white one sounding a bit darker, less appealing to him.

The boy reached up a hand towards the more pleasing looking one. The little animal, hesitant at first, stepped over to his hand, giving the boy a rush of unexplainable joy as he lowered his hand, observing the small being.

Suddenly the world around him twitched, a few seconds later the horizon became pixelated and fell apart. All sounds disappeared, the light faded and so did the bird in his hand. His face changed, turning mostly plain, curiosity and joy gone. On the inside he was sad.

The sound of a door opening behind him in the dark square room made him turn around slightly to look at the familiar person now standing on the other side of the room.

“Time to go back” the man spoke.

The boy obeyed without a second thought and headed over to the black haired man dressed in a white coat. Carefully, he spoke before the two exited the room.

“Professor, what was that place?” The man turned his head to glance down at the boy.

“It’s called nature”

“So it exists?” a nod was the answer to that question.

“But you are to stay where you belong; close to me, where you are safe” he continued.

The boy looked down disappointed; he wanted to see more of this ‘nature’, but Professor always knew the best, he was the man taking care of him. But still the boy had other people he preferred more than the one caring for him.

Professor was like the white bird, white lab coat, black hair and stained blood red whenever he did something “good for science”, as he usually said. His words everyone listened to, but the boy believed there were other voices, just like there were many twittering birds, that would be more comfortable to listen to for him.