Hi Everyone! My story in the crossover of FF7 and FF13 was put on hold because I'm experiencing a writer's block on that story (gomenasai minna-tachi…_). Right now my mind's going to explode 'cause it's full of ideas after reading fifty shades and believe it or not, I imagine Christian Grey as Sephiroth and Anastasia Steele as Aerith, weird huh? I guess that's what I get for being too obsessed with Final Fantasy 7and this pairing of course (Forever AeriSeph fan! lol!). Anyway, I wanted to try a more mature fic which targets adult minded audiences, and try a Sexier and darker Sephiroth. This story is inspired by the book, which is pretty inclined with its plot but in the final fantasy 7 setting of course.
So here it is, the Fifty Shades FF7 style. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Fifty shades is a property of E.L James while FF7 is a property of Square Enix, no copyright infringement intended, this fanfiction is for entertainment purposes only. Some phrases or sentence are familiar from the book, I'm writing from how I remembered it after reading it, it was unintentional.
Sliver of a Moon
Chapter 1
I stare at myself in the mirror, scowling with frustration as I try to fix my hair, I've been combing it over and over for half an hour and it just won't behave. Damn Tifa Lockhart, of all the time she'll get the flu, it was today. Today, when she had a scheduled interview with Midgar's famous General of the Shinra Government, Mr. Sephiroth Crescent, and believe it or not, I heard about him but I never knew him, never even seen a single good picture of him, either it was vandalized or ripped off from the dirty slum walls and wire gates, or even crumpled to the point of no longer recognizing the face on the paper. Harsh right? But that's just the way it is, he was not that famous among the slums people, because for them, the military are nothing but Shinra lapdogs. As a matter of fact, whether he holds a high position in our society I don't give a single care at all.
I'm really frustrated since I have my itinerary all plotted for today in my planner and yet, it was all ruined by Tifa getting afflicted with the flu. Well, basically it's not her fault and she's a very dear friend of mine, more like a sister, that's why I can't refuse her request to go on her stead for this interview. But it's just that, I need to make a living too and do errands for my mom today as she's off somewhere in Kalm to visit her sick cousin. As I brush my hair one last time before putting it back on the dresser with a huff, I felt a smooth and feverish hand grasp my wrist, I glanced and saw Tifa reaching out to me. Her black hair untied and discorded, eyes droopy and nose pinkish because of runny nose caused by the flu, I can't help but feel sorry for her, at the same time envious of her beauty, she's just so grand no matter how you look at her. She's Tifa Lockhart, Editor-in-Chief of the local slums newspaper, the Avalanche. She's quite rich as her dad who's a local government officer in Nibelheim funds her newspaper venture here in the slums of Midgar. She's sophisticated, and pretty good with martial arts too as she was a pro in Muay Thai. Every boy in the office wanted her, courted her and tried to win her attention, but there were only a few lucky guys who get her as their girlfriend. Unfortunately, Tifa is still Tifa, she's a strong woman and very intimidating, so those three relationships she got in previously all ended in a snap. I do wonder what kind of guy can really catch her attention, knowing the woman of her caliber would be pretty difficult to please.
"Hey, Aer, I'm sorry you have to do this, if it weren't for this flu, I wouldn't have bothered you at all. Are you mad at me?" she said with those puppy eyes you just can't resist, She's really sweet and protective of me, I love her, she's a sister I never had, we've known each other since she first arrived in the city two years ago, I was selling flowers then on the upper plate and she looks like she came from the countryside. I helped her get around the city and I answered her queries to the best of my ability. She can very much afford a place on the plate but chose to rent a room in our house so she could help us with our daily needs. She really has some broad experience in writing articles on newspapers as she was also an Editor-in-Chief in their daily newspaper back in her home country, Nibelheim. She's a true friend and I would always do anything for her as she would do anything for me too. I simply smiled at her and said, "it's okay Tifa, I'll be fine. All I have to do is ask him the questions from the list you have given me and record our interview using this mini voice recorder, right?" Tifa smiled and nods, "you'll be fine Aer, you trust my words right?". I nodded and smiled as I tucked her back to bed, I took my satchel bag I placed on top of the dresser and hook the straps on my shoulder. "I made soup, just reheat it when you're going to eat. Also, there are oranges in the fridge, I peeled off its skin already you just have to pop it in your mouth. Drink a lot of water, your medicine is ready on the table, drink if after you have eaten. No cold drinks, and make sure you get plenty of rest. I'll be back as soon as this interview is over okay?"
Tifa nods with a smile and said, "Take care Aer, call me if you need help"
I walked out the door of our house, I stopped by the doorway as I saw a darkening of the clouds, looks like it's going to rain a little later. I closed the door behind me and fish out Tifa's car keys from my satchel, she taught me how to drive during our free time and I'm glad I learned it. I hopped on her truck and started the ignition. In the darkening of the skies and a hint of chilly wind, I drove.
I arrived at the Shinra Building fifteen minutes prior to the schedule, I am glad I'm not late. The building was huge, it was after all, Midgar's most prominent edifice in the city. It's a skyscraper and has a total of a hundred floors which rivals that of Wutai's Palace of Heaven. The building is all glass and steel, artistically engineered, with the words "Shinra Corporate Tower" elegantly written in Stainless steel letters on the marble wall just beside the revolving glass front doors. Upon entering the building, a huge materia fountain greeted me, it was gorgeous, it reflects the lights across the room. the floors around the fountain were made of black sandstone, and then after a few yards, it was now white marbles and a white sandstone front desk was in the middle. There were steel benches and leather sofas around, on two opposite sides of the front desk were elevators and fire exits. Two huge grand staircases graced the farthest left and right corners of the lobby. I walked shyly towards the front desk, cleared my throat and said, "Hi, I'm here to see Mr. Crescent, Aerith Gainsborough for Tifa Lockhart.."
The receptionist was a beautiful blonde woman dressed in corporate business attire, a charcoal black suit with neat white collared blouse inside the suit. A steel nameplate flashes her name in bold black fonts which is attached to her left chest, neatly pinned on her charcoal suit. Her hair was tied in a neat bun, her eyes were bright blue and her lips, a decent red. I look so out of place, maybe I shouldn't have picked my pink dress with red bolero jacket and brown ankle boots for this occasion, but this is the most formal thing I could wear, I mean, all my other outfits were pants, and the other dress I have is a white and blue Sunday dress. I should've asked Tifa for corporate attire. The receptionist flashed me a sweet smile and said, "Good morning, excuse me one moment Miss Gainsborough." She then checks something on her computer and then took a log book out and she stood up from her seat as she placed the log book on top of the desk, she then provided a pen and said, "Miss Lockhart is expected today, please sign here, Miss Gainsborough." I took the pen and carefully logged, she then asked for an ID and I gave her my school ID in exchange for a visitor pass which I clip neatly on my Bolero Jacket's left chest pocket.
"Please take the elevator on the right and press the fiftieth floor." She smiles kindly as I went on my way towards the elevators. I entered one together with some people in business suits, I gently pressed fifty as the other pressed their respected floor numbers, it went up and at last I was taken to my destination, the fiftieth floor. I stepped out of the elevator and what greeted me were white marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows which overlook the main city of Midgar and from across, I can see mako reactors. Those are the city's main electric supply, it's a dynamic technology created by Shinra's finest scientists, inventors or whatever you call them. They revolutionize the use of the Planet's energy. Before it was a crisis, and their mako conversion process was highly criticized by members of the Federal State Union. However in time, their newest technology doesn't damage the Planet's life energy anymore. Unfortunately, doing so greatly increased the rate for the electricity bill, which greatly affected the slum people. Thanks to Tifa, she was paying off our electric bills regularly as she's the one using most of it anyway.
There were leather couches around each with a small glass table, partnered with tall potted plants beside the couch and a magazine rack on each set. A sandstone reception desk was at the center of this marvelous floor, with a young beautiful blonde woman with dashing blue eyes. Okay every receptionist who works here were blonde and blue, very peculiar.
As I walked towards the desk, the blonde dressed neatly in the same charcoal black business suit stood up and approached me. "Miss Gainsborough, please have a seat, Mr. Crescent is still meeting someone." I nodded and took a seat to one of the couches, a room on my left has a glass door with wooden table designed for conference or board meetings, there were a total of about twenty or maybe twenty five office chairs. I fish the question list in my bag and go through them, I'm nervous, Tifa didn't inform me anything about this man. He could be in middle age or perhaps even an old age of eighty or ninety. This uncertainty is making me fidget, I came here not properly informed of what kind of man he is, except that I got the list of questions plus the recorder. It's uncomfortable and it's making me twitch in nervousness. I'm not really a sociable person, I'm always alone, taking care of the flowers in the garden of our secluded house on the outskirts of sector 5, and read some novels during the afternoons with a cup of my favorite tea rather than sitting here and fidgeting nervously.
Get a grip. I mentally scolded myself, as per my observation of how this floor looks like perhaps he is in his late forties. He may have a fair complexion, slightly wrinkled and fair haired with streaks of white. As I sat there deep in thought, an elegantly corporate dressed blonde woman comes out of the hallway from behind the sandstone reception desk, it was covered in glass so you really can't see if there's another room from behind it, the glass was like a makeshift wall, a divider. And it was not transparent, it was heavily tinted with only the words "Shinra Electrical Company" in big bold fonts, and underneath it says, "Office of the General" imprinted on the glass. The woman's heels were clicking audibly from the marble floors as she approached me and I stand up.
"Miss Gainsborough?" she asked.
"Yes?" I said in a throaty response, I cleared my throat and answered again, "Yes" this time, in a more firm voice making me sound a little confident.
"Mr. Crescent will see you in a moment, May I take your jacket?"
"Please." I said as I remove my jacket revealing my pink sleeveless dress.
"Have you been offered some refreshments?" she asked.
"Um… no." I answered truthfully as the blonde looked at the young blonde woman at the desk, my gaze shifted to her too.
"Would you like, tea, coffee, water?"
"A glass of water please. Thank you." I said almost inaudibly.
"Natasha, please fetch a glass of water for Miss Gainsborough." Her voice is stern, Natasha stands up nervously and quickly went to the other side of the foyer.
"My apologies Miss Gainsborough, Natasha is our new intern, Please be seated, Mr. Crescent will be available in the next five minutes."
Natasha arrived with a glass of cold water and gently hands it to me. I gently took it from her and said thank you. I took a sip then placed it on the glass table in front of me. Then both of them marched back to the large desk as they both went back to work.
As I patiently wait, I can't help but think why all the women I see here were either blonde or have a jet black hair, no brunettes. Does he have a bad impression or bad memory with a brunette? Suddenly another man went out of the room behind the glass makeshift wall, he was short and average built, he was wearing a neat copper business suit, his hair was almost balding and was blonde. He has a moustache matching his hair color and his eyes were blue. He looks like he is in his forties. My guess was right, this is definitely Mr. Crescent, which explains why all the receptionists were blonde and blue.
The man glanced back at the glass door and said half shouting, "Golf on Sunday Crescent!". No answer came out from the room at the back, damn, I'm wrong, he's not Mr. Crescent. The man then walks out, saw me and smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners, he was followed by two men dressed in navy blue business suits, one was bald and wears shades even if he's inside the building and another man looks Wutain, jet black hair brushed up in a neat ponytail. He slips a glance at me and our eyes caught each other's gazes before he withdrew his stare and followed his boss. Weirdo.
Natasha hurriedly followed and attended to them as she summons an elevator just beside the elevator I rode, I saw her swipe her keycard and an express elevator arrived immediately. I guess those are for VIPs. The tenured blonde receptionist stood up and approached me and said, "Mr. Crescent will see you now, Miss Gainsborough, please go through the door at the back." With that said, I gather my satchel and abandon the glass of water, I walked through the back and stopped in front of the glass door as the blonde said smiling, "You don't have to knock, just go in." I obeyed and pushed the door open, it's pretty heavy and I failed to notice the stopper, I tripped on it and falls head first into the office.
Double crap – me and my two left feet! I am on my hands and knees in the doorway to Mr. Crescent's office and gentle hands are around me helping me to stand. I am so embarrassed, curse my clumsiness. I have to steel myself to glance up. Oh Gaia, - he's so young.
"Miss Lockhart.", He extends a long-fingered gloved hand to me once I'm upright. "I'm Sephiroth Crescent. Are you all right? Would you like to sit?" His voice was deep and velvety which will make any woman swoon.
He's so young – and attractive, very attractive. He's tall about, six foot three inches, dressed in fine black full military attire, badges were pinned on both left and right chest of his suit signifying his position in the military. He has long silky silver hair which cascades down his back up to his waist. His eyes were jade green, bright and almost glowing which regards me shrewdly. It takes a moment for me to find my voice.
"Um… Actually –" I mutter and in a daze I shook his hand. As our fingers touch, I felt a sudden exhilarating shiver run down my spine. I withdrew my hand hastily, embarrassed. There was some kind of static between us, I blink rapidly matching my fluttering heartbeat.
"Miss Lockhart is indisposed, she sent me instead. I hope you don't mind, Mr. Crescent."
"And you are?" His voice is warm, possibly amused and slightly interested, it sounds polite though. However, it's difficult to tell since he's wearing an impassive expression.
"Aerith Gainsborough, I'm just selling flowers in the busy streets of Midgar and occasionally drop by on Tifa's, um… I mean Tifa Lockhart's office, The Avalanche office actually, to check about newspapers. But…" I said nervously and stopped as I tried to look at his focused jade orbs.
"Go on… I'm listening." He answered in the same deep voice, it sounds kind and curious.
"Um… I'm really not into these kind of things, newspapers, interviews I mean." I finished and released my breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Oh I see… so particularly, you're just doing this for your friend's sake is it?" he asked half-amused.
"Yes, well, I'm the only one she entrusted with this scoop. She's a precious friend, and I can't turn her down." I said truthfully.
He crossed one elbow on his chest, the other cups his chin and trails his lower lip with his long index finger, I think he's suppressing a smile. He then put a hand on his coat pocket and the other motioned for me to have a seat on one of the leather couches in his spacious office. I nodded slightly and walked towards a couch near a group of small abstract paintings formed together like a puzzle and creating a big picture of the lifestream.
"It' beautiful…" I said in awe, completely distracted by the picture and his presence.
"I couldn't agree more, Miss Gainsborough." He answered as I felt myself blushing. I then proceeded to sit as he followed and sit across from where I am, I put out the list of questions, and the mini voice recorder and starts to set it up, while I'm doing what I am doing, I feel his intent gaze on me, I tried to distract myself by carefully setting the recorder on the table and looked up at him. He was sitting there, relaxed. He was just studying what I'm doing then I cleared my throat and asked, "Is it okay if I record our conversation?"
He smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners and answered in a slightly humored tone, "After the trouble of setting it up – you ask me?"
"I… I'm sorry, I'm just not used to all this." I felt myself flushed from embarrassment as I sit up straight, making myself look confident, the question list in my hands and then I looked directly at him.
I guess he took pity on me being embarrassed over his statement as he relents and say, "It's alright, I don't mind if you record the conversation."
"Did Tifa, I mean Miss Lockhart informed you what the interview was for?"
"Yes, it will be featured on the Avalanche newspaper for next week's issue, as I am the benefactor of the Foundation for less fortunate children, which will be opened next Saturday in the slums area."
Oh! This is news to me and I'm temporarily pre-occupied of the thought that someone not much older than me, perhaps 7 years or so, is already making a difference in the world. I frowned at the thought, but regard my attention to the task at hand.
"Good." I swallowed nervously. "I have some questions for you Mr. Cresecent." I smooth my bangs and turned my eyes to his jade ones.
"I thought you might." He says impassively. He's teasing me, I know it. I flushed at this realization and square my shoulders in an attempt to look smarter and taller. I pressed the start button and tried to look professional as I can.
"You're very young to attain such a high ranking position in the State military. To what do you owe your success?"
His smile was plaintive and then answered in a neutral tone, "The military is all about skills, right judgment and intelligence. I was born with such capabilities and was honed to become the best among my colleagues in both fields. I'm highly skilled with the sword, magic and war strategies, I utilize all of Shinra's technology in the most advanced way, such as materia usage. Aside from that, my ability to control and command people effectively in the battlefield which prevents the loss of both life and tide of war makes me an outstanding leader. My elite team of SOLDIERS was composed of highly skilled individuals whom I handpicked among the recruits and personally trains them, helping them unleash their deepest potential. My ability to discern one from another is highly praised among the military personnel, my skills at judging people are incomparable." He paused then fixed his jade stare at me as he continued, "My belief is to make no mistake, because in the battlefield, one mistake will lead to a loss of life, so I work really hard in order to maximize my control over things, to prevent them from doing what might contradict my calculations and put our victory in peril. You could say that everything still boils down to good people, because if your capability is lacking, no matter what I do, your potential is limited."
Wow! He's so arrogant and breezy headed. "Maybe you're just lucky." I said unable to stop the word from rolling out my mouth. I saw his eyes flare momentarily in surprise.
"I don't subscribe to luck or chance, Miss Gainsborough. The harder I work the more luck I seem to have. It is all about having the best people in your team and directing their energies accordingly. I strongly believe that the development of your people is the holy grail of leadership."
"You sound like a control freak." Once again, the words rolled out of me before I can stop them.
"I do exercise control in all things, Miss Gainsborough." He answered without a trace of humor in his sarcastic smile. I looked at him and he holds my gaze intently and steadily with his own. My heartbeat quickens and I can feel heat rising up to my cheeks.
Why does he have such an effect on me? His overwhelming good looks maybe? The way those eyes turn to slits and glows like a brightly jade crystal orbs at me? Or perhaps the way he slightly strokes his lower lip with his index finger which I find very enticing? Oh I wish he'd stop doing that, it's very distracting.
"Besides…" he started off again, "immense power is acquired by assuring yourself in your secret reveries that you were born to control things." He finished, his voice, deep, soft and sexy.
I straightened and asked, "And do you feel that you have immense power?" control freak.
"Oh yes, I do. I'm the highest position among the militants, you could probably say just as the president of this state exercises control over the society of both civilians and militants, I, on the other hand exercises control over the most powerful and most capable group in the society, the army. I command over eighty thousand soldiers under my wing, their lives in the battlefield are highly dependent on my command and calculations, if I let them walk into the battle on their own, they'll feel lost, just how many do you think will lose their lives in the battle if none of them constitutes a plan to defeat an army which could be double or even triple their numbers?"
I made no move to answer, I simply stared, my gaze intent on his mocking ones. He smiled, a mocking smile, then said, "The probability is, no one will be left alive." I swallowed hard, of course I know that, going into battle without a strategy is like suicide. What does he think of me anyway?
"It will become an ambush obviously." I said firmly. His smile was malicious, I felt the hairs on my neck stand up. "Exactly, Miss Gainsborough. Just to let you know, I conquered Wutai when I was fifteen, my strategy was top notch, and I was able to strike down on all their defenses and was able to pull an all-out attack on them in one fell swoop. Lives were sacrificed but as not as much as what Wutai have lost over ours. Imagine an army, triple the size of our own military group, and yet we were able to conquer them. Because I took command, I controlled my chess pieces as I see them fit and reap an equally satisfying result for me and for them."
My mouth drops open as I was in absolute shock over his lack of humility. I abhor his arrogance so I decided to already divert the conversation, I read through the question and asked, "Do you have any interests outside your work?"
"I have varied interests, Miss Gainsborough." A ghost of a smile touches his lips, "Very varied." And for some reason I'm deuced and heated by his steady gaze, his eyes lit with wicked thought.
"What do you do to chill out after a very stressful work?" I asked not allowing him to take over my sense of focus.
"Chill out?" He smiles, a genuine one, eyes sparkling with delight. I held my breath, he really is beautiful, I deny the fact that someone like him could be so good looking.
"Well, to chill out as you put it – I sail, I fly, I indulge myself in various physical pursuits." He shifted slightly from his seat and continued, "I'm a very wealthy man, Miss Gainsborough and I have expensive and absorbing hobbies."
I glanced quickly at Tifa's list and ask the next question just so we could get off the subject.
"Despite the running issues on President Shinra and his people, more importantly how the people of the slums shows disgust not only to him but as well as to you, you still have the idea of doing social service, most especially your focus is on children. What made you engaged in such a humanitarian activity?"
"I was trained to become a soldier for as long as I can remember, I wasn't able to make the most of my childhood, therefore I believe the children who were abused, orphaned and has special cases should be cared for and to let them experience what it means to be a child."
I smiled at his answer and said, "That sounds like your heart talking instead of your logic and facts."
His mouth quirks up as he stares appraisingly at me, "Strange, some people say I do not possess a heart."
I felt curious so I asked, "Why do you think they say that?"
"Because I'm the General of a militant group who brought wreckage on the peaceful land of Wutai, the men I killed in the battlefield is someone else's brother, father, lover or husband. I killed someone without batting an eyelash and yet, I do not feel any remorse." I can feel the intensity of his gaze on me as his pupils turn to slits, "I fight and I enjoy it." He finished with an enigmatic smile. I shivered at his words so I cleared my throat and I felt his gaze softens.
"Would the people who know you well say otherwise?" I asked, it was my own curiosity, the question wasn't on Tifa's list.
"What do you mean exactly?" he asked half-amused.
"Your friends, mentors or parents, people who know you better than anyone else. Do you think they'd say you're not heartless, because you're a soldier and you have an obligation to follow orders whether you like it or not right?" I finished.
He leans back on his leather chair and smiled, "Personal connections like friends and family. As much as I would like to answer your query, I cannot. I'm a very private person, I do all in my power to protect my privacy. As a matter of fact, I don't give interviews that easily." He trails off.
"Then why did you agree to this one?"
"I'm the benefactor of a foundation in the slums, besides I couldn't get Miss Lockhart off my back, she badgered and badgered until we gave in, to be honest, I admired that kind of tenacity."
It's true, Tifa is a tenacious person, quite tenacious I may say, because if not, I wouldn't be sitting here uncomfortably doing this interview.
"Do you have any guiding principle?"
"It would be George Bernard Shaw's 'To be in hell is to drift, to be in heaven is to steer.'"
"So you really want to take control of everything are you?"
"Perhaps, because it grants you the authority over things and over people, it gives you power. But I don't want to just possess them, I want to deserve to possess them."
"You sound like you're a very dominant person."
"I am, Miss Gainsborough." He said with smile, a smile that does not reach his eyes.
"You were adopted, do you think your adoptive parents played a big role to what you have become today?"
"That's too personal, but honestly I have no way of knowing that."
"How old were you when you were adopted?" I asked, again this question is not in Tifa's list.
"That's already in the public record, Miss Gainsborough." He said sternly. I was flustered I quickly glance at the question list again then asked, "Are you gay Mr. Crescent?" I did a double take on that, I glanced back again on the list, Crap! Why didn't I filter the questions? Now he might think I was the one asking that, darn Tifa!
He inhaled sharply and with a raised eyebrow, he answered, "No Aerith, I am not." He does not look pleased at all.oh, he mentioned my name.
"I apologize, it's um… written in here." It's the first time he said my name, my heartbeat has accelerated and I feel heat creeping slowly on my cheeks.
He cocks his head to one side and asked, "Those aren't your questions?"
"Err- no, it's Tifa's, Miss Lockhart's, she compiled the questions."
"Are you colleagues in the Avalanche?"
"No, she's my roommate."
He rubs his chin in quiet deliberation, his jade eyes appraising me. "Did you volunteer to do this interview?"
"No, I – she chose me because she's not feeling well." I answered apologetically.
There was a knock on the door and the tenured blonde enters, "Excuse me Mr. Crescent, your next meeting is in five minutes."
"We're not yet finished Kathleen, please cancel my next meeting."
Tenured blonde hesitates gaping at him, he glanced at her and she flushed immediately. Good heavens, it's not just me.
"Very well Mr. Crescent." She replied then exits. He frowns and turns his attention back to me.
"Where were we, Miss Gainsborough?"
I simply shrugged my shoulders, we're back to Miss Gainsborough. Then he smiled a pleasing smile. He even looks more attractive now.
"I want to know about you, I think that's only fair." His jade eyes are now alight with curiosity.
"Oh, there's nothing interesting about me." I said flustered.
"Do you just want to keep on selling flowers on the streets of Midgar? I could offer you a job under my wing."
Oh, now he's offering me a job.
"I haven't thought of anything yet Mr. Crescent, besides I don't think I'd fit in here. But thanks on the offer."
"Why'd you say that?" he asked as he cocks his head to one side.
"It's pretty obvious isn't it?" I answered as I refer to my looks.
"Not to me." He mutters. I turned away from the heat of his gaze, I twitch my fingers, I have to go – now.
"Would you like me to show you around the building?" he asked.
"I'm sure you have a tight schedule Mr. Crescent, besides I'll be driving back home under the plate."
"You're driving back home in this kind of weather?" he asked anxiously. I simply nodded as I start to pack up.
"You better drive carefully." He said authoritatively, I simply nodded again and stand up from my seat.
"Were you able to gather everything you need?" he asked.
"Yes sir." I hook the strap of my satchel onto my shoulders and said, "Thanks for the interview Mr. Crescent."
"My pleasure, Miss Gainsborough." He said politely, "Until we meet again." At that statement, I began to think. Will there be another chance that we'll meet? I doubt it. I simply nodded at him and started walking towards the doorway of his office, he was beside me matching my pace, then he opens his office door wide and said, "Just making sure you make it through the door safely, Miss Gainsborough." He then gives me a small smile, obviously he was referring to my clumsiness earlier. I flushed and gave him a sheepish smile of my own then said, 'That's very considerate of you Mr. Crescent." His smile widens. I guess he finds me entertaining huh?
When I was out the door, I was surprised that he was still following me, both blondes in the reception desk looks surprised, "Did you have a coat?" he asked me and I nodded, Natasha stood up quickly and retrieves my jacket which he takes it from her before she can hand it over to me. He holds it up and I shrug it on a little self-conscious. He placed his hands on my shoulders momentarily and I gasped at the contact. He assisted me towards the VIP elevator and he swipes his keycard. The door opens and I stepped inside, I pressed the Ground floor and I faced him.
"Aerith." He said with a slight nod.
"Sephiroth." I replied nodding slightly as well. Then the elevator doors closed in on me.
There goes chapter 1, some lines were taken from the book itself, but majority was mine. Everything is inspired by the book and final fantasy, this fanfiction is pure for entertainment purposes only, till next chapter. Please R&R.
