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Derailed

Chapter 9

Was it so wrong to want to meet those perfect lips? Those sweet, inviting lips, that almost beckoned to him for comfort. Amaye cupped Sephiroth's cheeks in warm, caring hands and slowly met his lips. She felt the man's tongue glide across her lips, parting them open, before roaming her mouth. Amaye was more than willing to let him in, almost smiling as she felt his flesh against hers- he wasn't mad at her, he didn't hate her for the way she had reacted towards him.

The way she had shunned him.

Sephiroth managed a smile as he tilted his head and deepened their kiss, Amaye's lithe arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer.

Bliss.

Heaven.

There were simply no words to describe what they were both feeling at that moment, like there was no one else that mattered but the two of them. His emerald eyes fixed on her body once he pulled away first, watching her pink lips curl into a soft smile.

"Amaye?" Sephiroth questioned, traces of confusion in his voice and apprehension on his face.

Amaye laid her palms against his chest. His heart, raced within the security of his chest, threatening to run away from him. It was amazing the sort of toll a simple touch from her did to his body. All because he had fallen in the forbidden ocean of love and it was threatening to drown him.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered, her face burying into his chest, more or less into the material of his jumpsuit.

"You… are forgiven…" He said, unsure of what it was the woman was apologizing for.

"The other night was perfect and I was so wrong for making you think I didn't care about you. I do! I do care about you!"

Sephiroth retreated into the woman, pulling her into an embrace, hugging her close as he buried his face in the crook of her neck as he released a soft, relieved sigh.

"I am leaving, Amaye." The man whispered quietly.

Auburn eyes lifted to meet green ones. "What? Where are you going?" Amaye asked.

He couldn't be serious.

"I have to return to Shinra, I have to free Zach and the others like us. We have to tell the world about the horrors Shinra are capable of."

Amaye released the man, taking a step back to look at him. "Going back? After all it took for you to get out alive? They're probably expecting you to return! This is suicidal!"

"How am I going to really be free, Amaye?" Questioned Sephiroth.

"You can live here; we can find a way to make it work." Said the mother.

"Make it work? Being confined to this house is not making it work. I want to be able to walk the sidewalks of Midgar, walk outside and see the sky without someone thinking I am a criminal! I want to rid the world of all the wrong Shinra has done, and I cannot do it alone. It would not be right if I did not help Zach like he helped me."

"But I care about you!" Amaye said desperately. "Doesn't that mean anything?"

"I care for you too, and it means the world to me." Sephiroth replied earnestly.

"Then stay with me! Don't go on this suicide mission! Stay with me…" Sephiroth cupped her small face in his large hands. "I do not think about what was and what could have been, then neither should you. This is what I must do." He said, his voice a soft whisper.

Amaye's eyes plead desperately with his emerald ones but to no avail. "I want us to be happy together, do not ever doubt that." She said, realizing there was no changing his mind.

Sephiroth was just as stubborn as she was, one of the many traits that drew the woman to him. One of the many things she was going to miss once he was gone.

"I doubt nothing," Sephiroth said. "Thank you for showing me a form of kindness I never knew. I promise I will make it back to you."

"Don't got… don't go…" Amaye found herself repeating in a quiet whisper, sinking back into the pit of loneliness once again.

No she hadn't known Sephiroth for too long, a few weeks at the most, but he had given her the attention, the affection, and the companionship she'd been secretly longing for since Rufus. She didn't want to lose him due to some crusade for closure. No amount of vengeance was worth his life.

Sephiroth pulled Amaye into an embrace, hugging her close, as he cradled her in his arms. He wanted to remember how she felt against him, how she smelt, her warmth. "Will you wait for me?" He asked.

"Yes… of course I will… but-"

"Then that is all I need. I will right the wrongs of Shinra, avenge what they did to us both, and return to you."