Chapter 3

It became awkward after the Tifa had left, leaving Cloud and Sephiroth in the room alone. Neither one spoke a word, but it was clear that Tifa was not in a good mood.

Cloud broke the silence.

"Great. Not only am I gonna have to pull and all nighter again, I gotta deal with you!" Cloud complained. Sephiroth found it amusing, that the one person who saved the planet was complaining about work. So, Sephiroth decided to make the whole situation better.

"You know, In SOLDIER, we had a lot of work to do. If you were in it, you'd have worse work to do. So, don't complain. It'll make things worse for you."

That earned a dark look aimed at the Executioner , who smiled a small grin. With a sigh, Sephiroth turned around and picked the Medical Science book and looked through it. He flipped through page after page, bored. He waited for Cloud to talk to him, but when Sephiroth looked up Cloud was headed down the stairs. Cloud paused, much to Sephiroth's surprise.

"Oh, Sephiroth? Go down to the bar. Tifa would like to talk to you, I bet."

There was a hidden note of…something.

Cloud's heavy footsteps hunkered down the stairs. Not too long did the sound of people arise from the floor below. Looking down, Sephiroth looked at his shirtless upper body, confusion igniting in his mind.

"Hmmm…." Sephiroth mused. "Perhaps I should go get my armour." It took no time for Sephiroth to go into the next room, and easily "break" the lock. He shoved it up too hard, though, as the window pane cracked. "Oh," Is the only word Sephiroth uttered before he got to the ground.

The wind chilled him, but he made no remark or complaint. He walked down the street and the people who saw him averted their eyes or walked quickly away.

With a smirk, Sephiroth headed down the street, aiming to go where he remembered he was left. That in turn triggered the memory he had hidden in his mind.

Hey! Sephiroth!

…..

C'mon Sephiroth!

urrrrrgh.

Now what was that?

Who, are you? Why….?

You're going to do something for me. You killed me yes, but I will never hold you to it.

erm, who? What? Why?

JENOVA is a threat. You yourself have evidence and experience. I have a mission for you.

Go away. I don't want to do anything to an inferior being.

That's too bad Sephiroth. Because…you are going to do something for me. You never made a God, but that doesn't mean you have to give up on life. You don't like it here do you?

*sigh*. I…I suppose not.

Then, if you want to go out…, I want to you to agree to me and promise to me something.

Go on, then. Out with it.

I want you to go back alive and stop JENOVA. She lies and she'll do anything. I know you want a parental relationship, and Professor Hojo wasn't the best father right? So, go back to life, and find a way to regain a family. One you want. But with that, you have to promise me something.

Stop the speech and tell me, dammit.

When I come back and before then, on your journey, you have to aid Cloud and his friends. Promise me that.

W-W-W-WHAAAAA?

Promise or you won't get out of this place.

Al right foolish girl. I'll do it. I promise.

that's fine then. I will come as well, but I have some things I want to wrap up here before I return.

So? Get me back!

One more thing. Be nice to Cloud.

Huh? Huuuaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Sephiroth reached the alleyway he had been in, and found his shoulder pauldrons also with his stomach protector. As Sephiroth Picked the items up, an object caught his eye.

A white flower, pure as heaven. Sephiroth knew this was a sign from the voice who had been talking to him. The flower lay in a puddle, it's purity opposing the dirt and grime of the walls.

With a quick glance back and forth, Sephiroth snatched the Flower from the ground and hurried back to the bar.

He walked into the bar, to face Tifa landing a punch to his face. Stumbling back, he shook his head, clearing away the dizziness.

"Why did you break our window?" the furious girl said. Sephiroth shrugged. "Because if your regulars saw me, you'd lose business immediately, And I know you rely on this job."

Tifa's gaze went to his belongings. "You're not seriously going to wear those everywhere right?" Her face was priceless, and if the situation were not like it was, Sephiroth would have laughed till he cried.

A swift turn, with a flick of her hair, Tifa uttered, "Cloud needs help with the packaging. He needs a buddy to go with him to the place he has to deliver to. You better go, before I open up the bar again."

Seeing as the words were a rough dismissal, Sephiroth headed out the door and saw the truck he had not seen minutes before.

The reason?

Because Cloud had taken it out of the garage, with a red face. With a clang, the pauldrons and stomach protector, fell to the ground, as the Executioner saw Cloud leaning on the side of the truck breathing hard, his face red.

Running to Cloud, Sephiroth saw the package on the ground. "I dunno who made the package, but I sure don't want to try again." Cloud managed.

Said package was heavy, Sephiroth had to admit, but it didn't make it a big effort like it did for Cloud. With a grunt and a heave, Sephiroth shoved the package on the truck's bed and proceeded to pick up his belongings.

With a heavy clang, Cloud had went into the truck. It didn't surprise Sephiroth that Cloud had done that. But, remembering what Tifa had said to do, He opened the passenger seat right next to Cloud.

"It's a terrible idea to come in a truck with me, y'know. I have road rage. So…"

None of that mattered to Sephiroth, as he rapped his knuckles on the gauges on the dashboard. "Well? Let's go!"

Two minutes down the road, and there was a three way traffic jam.

It was the greatest moment for Cloud to show his skills at the Art of Road Rage.

"You bastards! Why the hell don't you move! Some people have important sh*t to do and I don't have the f*cking time to deal with this crap!"

For the next fifteen minutes, Cloud cursed like a gifted sailor, until the road started.

Cloud sighed, relieved.

That is until the next intersection got jammed.

"Cloud. There's something up there. I'm gonna check it out," Sephiroth announced, as he stepped out of the car, away from the cussing member. Running down, he just realised he was still shirtless, and People were wide eyed as he passed.

"I don't care about you at all," Sephiroth muttered under his breath.

He stopped at the front lines and saw…..

"Mother?"

The woman smiled, clothed in an old cloak.

"Well, hello there boy. We're going to talk. Mother. To. Son."