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[Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy, I do not own Kingdom Hearts, I gain no profit in writing or posting this piece of fiction.]
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|| This is a fan-fiction based on characters from final Fantasy 7, and set in the Kingdom Hearts world. ||
Olympus Coliseum, 12:05 A.M
Sephiroth sat quietly on his bed, which sat to the far right in his closed-in quarters below the stadium, sharping Masamune. The room was dark by most standards with nothing but a simple dim candle burning on a small desk beside the bed, the soft light flickered along the plain white walls. Someone like Sephiroth didn't spend time thinking about such things as decor, he had no need for such frivolous things. He was a trained killer, his sword was the only thing that he truly needed in this world. Nearly all of his time was either spent in his room, or out in the Colosseum, doing the only thing that gave any meaning to anything, battle.
He was unsure of how he'd arrived in this place, but he knew that it wasn't where he belonged, or rather, he felt as though he had no purpose here. Had he had a purpose before? Something burned inside of him, told him that he did have a purpose, and it stayed at the back of his mind constantly. No matter how hard he tired to remember, nothing came back to him. However, it just felt right to be on the battle field, it was the only thing that he knew.
He'd already dressed down for the night, stripped of his armor and outer garments. He was left in a simple pair of cotton bottoms, his chest bare and his long silver hair was loose around his shoulders and down his back. The door to his room was left open as usual, he liked the cool breeze that flowed down the drafty hallway. He worried little about anyone walking in, or even trying to attack him in his sleep, he slept with Masamune right beside his bed, anyone who dared lay a finger on him would be cut in half before even so much as a hair on his head was moved out of place.
Suddenly Sephiroth felt a change in the breeze, something that no normal human would of even noticed, but it alerted the silver-haired man that he was not alone. Someone was outside. The only question was, who? In a flash he was on his feet, Masamune in his right hand at his side. His chest rose and fell with his slow careful breaths, his blue eyes narrowed on the doorway. He didn't make a sound, ready to attack if the need arose.
Aerith had managed to get herself more than just a little lost. Was this the right way? She wasn't sure, all of the hallways seemed exactly the same, and she had no idea how long she'd been walking in circles. Cloud had warned her not to go off wandering around on her own, but did she listen? Nope, of course she didn't, when had she ever done exactly as she was told? At least she wasn't out getting herself in trouble, at least. She was just lost, that wasn't anywhere near as bad. Though, she had to admit that this place was kind of on the creepy side, and that trouble could very well be waiting for her around the corner. Her lithe frame was shuddering from the cool air around her and goosebumps formed on her arms, she really wished that she'd put on a coat earlier, but it was a little bit late to be thinking that now.
However, she could see a light of hope, literally, she saw the faint light coming from one of the rooms at the other end of the hall. Was someone still awake? She thought to herself that perhaps whoever it was could show her the way out, or at least let her borrow some warmer clothes. It couldn't hurt to ask, right? That's what she thought, anyway. She walked quickly to the open door way, standing just out of sight for a moment, wondering if she should knock or something first, to be polite, but... the door was open...
"H-hello...?" She turned the corner, gasping and taking a step back when she noticed the tall figure standing in the room, obviously having noticed that she'd already been standing there. She cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Um...I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you. I'm uh...kind of lost, do you think you could help me?" Her breath caught in the back of her throat as her eyes fixated on the man. She felt silly for barging in, and she felt even more silly for staring at him, though she couldn't seem to help herself. There was something about him, he seemed somehow familiar, but she really didn't know who he was. She felt as though his stare was going right through her body, making her skin burn despite the cold. He had a dangerous aura, and part of her wanted nothing more than to run away, and yet she couldn't, another part of her felt oddly attracted to the man.
Sephiroth said nothing in return, however he did loosen his grip on his sword, this girl was of no threat to him. But...who was she...and why did it seem like they had met before? She was attractive, to say the least, but looking at her made him feel a slight sting of anger, and he didn't know where it was coming from. Sure, it was pretty annoying to have someone show up in his room at such an hour, but this really felt like something different.
Sephiroth's lack of response only made Aerith feel even more nervous. "I'm Aerith, what's your name? I'm really glad I found someone still up at this hour! I was really worried that I'd never find my way, I was starting to think that I was going to have to sleep on the concrete!" She giggled and smiled, trying to lighten the mood a little, though it didn't seem to be working as Sephiroth was still silent, and in fact seemed to be giving her a rather strange look for rambling on about God-knows-what.
Though after another long moment of silence, he finally responded coldly. "Sephiroth." He didn't really have any interest in human contact, but for some reason, he felt drawn to this girl, and the fact that the cold air made her nipples hard and poke against the fabric of her light pink button down dress. Had he ever touched a woman before? Not since he'd woken up in this place with no memories of his past, but before that? He really didn't have any idea.