She looks at him with curious eyes. Grey orbs tainted with murder and sadness, eyes that no longer look for love. They simply need companionship for the sake of her sanity.
He meets her gaze with reluctance. He understands what she needs for he needs it too. The deep blue of his eyes have also seen what she has seen, death and loss. They are strangers with a common goal, and they need each other.
They lay in each others arms wrapped in damp sheets, but they don't see each other when they meet the others eyes.
Instead of meeting a blue stare and chocolate locks, she finds a crimson gaze framed by deep raven hair. She sees pale skin, covered in scars that tell the story of a man who became a monster. She doesn't see Squall … She sees Vincent.
Instead of finding deep gray eyes, he finds brown staring back. He sees black hair with caramel highlights and a gentle smile gracing a delicate face. He doesn't care that it's Yuffie who lies beside him, all he sees is Rinoa.
Both are aware they don't love each other; they don't do it for love. They don't care that the other might call them a different name in the heat of the moment. They do it for need and comfort, never for love. They are different, but they share the same goal.
To find what they lost.
Aerith feels they will only get hurt if they continue as they are.
They know better. It will never matter how many times they end up in the others arm, it's just sex. They cannot give what they don't own, and neither owns their hearts anymore.
Until the day they find what they seek, they will continue the way they are. For the sake of their sanity and their need.
They sleep side by side. Every night it's the same thing.
The young ninja dreams of crimson eyes and matching cloaks. She envisions long raven hair and shy smiles reserved only for her. She wakes in the morning with the familiar scent of gunpowder and cinnamon, as her skin shivers under the feel of cold metal.
She wakes up every morning realizing it's only a dream. Giving herself a bittersweet smile, proud that she can remember so vividly the feel of his claw and the smell of his hair. A dream that may never come true.
The Gunblade wielder dreams of delicate hands and feisty smiles. He can feel the soft caresses of feathers and hear the courage in her soft voice. He wakes every morning with a pain in his heart, fearful to look at the petite body sleeping at his side.
He is afraid, because he knows she is not Rinoa … She is Yuffie.
So he leaves everyday before she wakes and she wakes everyday alone.
Just the way she likes her mornings to start. Because when she wakes alone, she likes to pretend it wasn't Squall with her. She greets the light of day with the fantasy that Vincent was with her making love to her. They will never have it any other way.
Until they find those that stole their hearts once again.
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