AN: So I decided to re-write this chapter because it didn't fit with where the story was going. But I still will keep some of the essence of the old version of this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Heart Failure

"Oh my God!" A young woman paced back and forth, running her hands through her hair, a fixed expression of anger planted on her face.

"You need to calm down," Sephiroth said from behind her, shaking his head, making his long silver hair sway from one side to the other. Riseon turned sharply, her eyes squinting out of malice.

"I need to calm down?! I'll calm down when the pilot," she stopped to look at the golden watch on her wrist, "who is forty-five minutes late gets his ass here to fly me back home!"

"What if he's a she?" Zack's voice asked purposely trying to get a rise out of her. Riseon closed her eyes and ran her hands through her crimson hair, mimicking what he just said in a child like voice. Before he could blink the irate woman was less than a foot away from him, glaring.

"Zack Fair if you contradict what I say one more time, I'm going to make sure that your genitals--" strange and muddled, the sound of chopper blades slicing through the sky reached her ears, cutting her off. She turned to see the helicopter that was the heart of all of her irritation banking to land on the pad.

"Thank you!" she sighed, closing her eyes and throwing her hands up in the air, running to grab her things.

"This isn't calming down" Sephiroth remarked, watching the red headed woman bend over to pick up her luggage. Pausing to look at him, Riseon shrugged and continued her way to the now fully landed chopper. Zack was still in shock that a corporate official like Riseon Wolfe would threaten him in such a manner. Sephiroth noticed and let out a low laugh, shaking his head again.

"Tseng was right. We shouldn't have agreed to this trip."

Once inside the helicopter, Riseon gave the pilot a piece of her mind. The curse words flew left and right, and occasionally ricocheting of the front window and hitting the poor man in the face once more.

After the five-minute scolding, Riseon calmed down, her burgundy hair now tousled and her eyes locked on the General sitting next to her. Her eyes wondered the fraction of his face that was not complete blocked off. His chiseled features were chilling.

"Miss Wolfe, have you no shame?" the silvered hair man, finally turning his face to meet hers. She grunted and the frowned, the sudden movement ruined her examining of the left side of his face. Which was starting to become a fancy of hers.

"Should I?" she questioned, her eyes wondering down to the revealed fair chest that was peeking from his armor. This amused Sephiroth, earning Riseon a smirk and a raise of his thin eyebrows.

"What about your social standing? You came from a wealthy family; don't you at least need the least bit of humility?" Riseon sneered and turned her gaze to something else.

"My social standing doesn't mean shit," it was his turn to eye her appearance. His eyes traveled from the scar next to her right eye to the tattoo snaking up from her back to the sides of her neck.

"Why is that?" his eyes traveled down farther, noticing her near flat chest.

"Surely a man of your intelligence would've noticed," she shifted awkwardly under his watch, "I made it to the pinnacle of success without the help of my family and my social status. So why should I need them now?"

Sephiroth was impressed with her strong personality and will; he looked back up to her eyes, which were now ablaze with some sort of hatred.

"I have the social standing and the wealth of a ShinRa, but the personality of a hood rat, of course I don't need them." The arrogance that Sephiroth knew was there finally shown through the odd and obnoxious façade.

"But why do you need to act like a hood rat?" Riseon turned her body to face his, as if she was ready to explain something.

"The corporate world doesn't see women as profitable, unless, you know, she's a prostitute. So for a woman to prove herself in a world run by male genitals, she needs nice tits, a curvy body, or the personality of a fuckin' prison guard." she sighed, "and I guess I'm just a first-rate candidate for the latter" Sephiroth nodded knowingly. A wicked thought came to him that was too good to pass up.

"So you're comparing yourself to Scarlet," he pursed his lips together and widened his eyes, waiting for her response. Riseon's relaxed expression finally broke as she started to fume.

"You think I look like that coyote ugly whore?" Riseon growled, eyes narrowed in malevolence, "you were just eyeing me up a few minutes ago, and don't tell me that you would possibly do that to Scarlet, the cheap tramp who slept her way to where she is today?"

"And you're saying that you didn't sleep with some people to get where you are?"

Riseon pursed her lips, taking time to choose her words carefully. Sephiroth had heard things about her; people were always talking about who she slept with. She didn't come off as a slut; she wasn't even hitting on him.

"A couple," she let out a sigh, "But I didn't really sleep with them to get promoted…Actually, both of the one night stands were after I got promoted…"

"Who was it?" he pushed.

"Come again??"

"Don't play dumb. Who did you sleep with?"

"Seriously, you haven't heard the rumors?" she questioned, "I mean, I know people talk about me. I know people have very little respect for me…" she trailed off.

"No I didn't hear the rumors, just tell me." He leaned towards her. Sephiroth knew he was giving is hopes up; the odds of her telling him were slim.

"Lazard Deusericus and Xavier Clayton," she blurted out, not seeming fazed at all.

Sephiroth did a good job at hiding the amused look on his face, but deep down inside he was pretty shocked. Xavier, a high ranking executive in the weapons department didn't seem like the kind of guy who would go for a girl like Riseon. She was too…average…compared to all the other girls he was usually fucking.

"Scandalous? I know, Xavier even told me that my ass was too small and my tits weren't big enough. But he didn't protest to anything that night," she looked contemplative for a moment before turning back to face him.

"What about you? What's your type?" Sephiroth shrugged. Not used to being asked a question about something he never thought about.

"I don't really have a type."

"Oh, c'mon you have to." Her toothy grin looking abnormal on such a usually serious woman.

"I truly don't." Sephiroth's annoyance level was starting to rise; he didn't like talking about his sex life. Especially with someone like her. Sensing his awkwardness, Riseon tried to drop the subject to a more casual level, but as usual failing miserably and wound up making a flirtatious comment.

"Well what about me?" she cringed heavily on the inside and felt her face starting to burn.

"Excuse me, but we're about to land in Costa del Sol," the pilot's assistant shouted to the back.

"Okay!" Riseon sharply turned her head to the side to yell back forcefully. The assistant rolled his eyes and leaned back into the cockpit.

Riseon looked back to Sephiroth expectantly. The helicopter abruptly yanked to the side, shoving Zack into Riseon, and ramming Riseon into Sephiroth. The curse words flowed like a fountain from the woman and she looked back up at Sephiroth, who was now totally uncomfortable.

"Your tits are too small," he effortlessly pushed her off of him, leaving her stunned and damn near revolted. Her face distorted into a completely hysterical expression.

"Okay, guy's we're here…" Zack tried his best to avoid the on coming battle by quickly following Sephiroth out. Riseon continued to stare where Sephiroth was sitting, her ego now fully deflated.

Stuttering but in the end finding her voice, "My boobies are just fine, you son-of-a-bitch!"

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