Disclaimer: I do NOT own Final Fantasy VII. So thhhpppptttt!
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Since Tifa hadn't seen Sephiroth in at least three or four years, she had forgotten all about him. Well mostly, she remembered the last time she saw him, as the One-Winged Angel. She still remembered what he sort of looked like.
Oh well… Tifa thought quietly to herself. She grabbed a cab and went to the ice rink. Since it was winter, they would open up the skating rink for everyone to go to. Hopefully, Sephth booked the whole thing… she said to herself.
Tifa finally reached the skating rink, paying the cab driver. She thanked him. He looked back. He seems awfully familiar… Tifa thought as she smiled gracefully.
Tifa quickly ran into the ice rink and slipped on her ice-skates. She walked onto the ice rink and began to warm up. She saw Sephth enter the room, with his own ice-skates on. He gracefully skated over to her.
"Have you ever skated with a partner?" Sephth asked her.
"No, not yet… at least," she said softly.
"Well then," Sephth said. "You shall learn."
He took her hands as he showed her how to dance with a partner. Left, right, up, and down they went. Tifa was actually catching on. "Tifa," Sephth began to speak when they finally stopped. They were holding each other's hands. Sephth took off his sunglasses… that he actually never took off.
"Why do you seem so familiar?" Tifa asked him.
"You probably recognize this name," he began. "Sephiroth?"
"Yeah, what about him?" Tifa asked Sephth.
"Never mind…" Sephth said as he brought her over to the entrance. "Come on. I'll get you something to drink."
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Later that day, Tifa and Sephth headed back to Seventh Heaven, Tifa's bar. She grinned widely. "Come in, please!" she said to him. Sephth walked in.
It's been so long since I've been in here… Sephth thought.
"What would you like?" Tifa asked him.
"Huh? Oh, right. I'll have a tequila please," he said.
Tifa began to work. Sephth was watching her closely; looking at everything about her.
Tifa was a tall and sleek woman, with long black hair. It had grown even longer since the last time he saw her. He smirked seductively when she turned back around and gave him his drink.
"So, Ms. Lockheart-" he was interrupted.
"Call me Tifa please," she said to him.
Without noticing it, he was swift and behind her.
"Very well then, Tifa."
Tifa could feel his breath on her neck as she stayed still; she was terrified.
"It's best you not say a word about what is about to happen," Sephth said.
Tifa finally realized who he was, after two days, she finally realized who he was.
"Sephiroth!"