The next morning dawned in Chaos' lair. I felt a weight press up against my back. I shook my head and sighed. I thought we agreed to stay on the opposite sides of the tent. I was wondering whether I should talk to him about that or not. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I knew I was going to be here a while. I picked up my diary and a pen. I tried to write quietly so I didn't wake up Sephiroth.
Dear Diary,
I never imagined Sephiroth being an affectionate person, but he actually is. It's quite funny and ironic. A cold and ruthless man who's affectionate... I've never heard of such a man. I remember hearing that Cid committed suicide while we were still completing our Focus. So, how is this possible? Do I seriously have to end up like Yuna, having to marry a dead guy and being in love with somebody else? That sucks. I felt really sorry for her when she told me. I don't think that Sephiroth will be getting up anytime soon. Well, he can get away with it this time. Ha ha. I feel him stirring, better see if he's awake.
Lightning
I put my diary away and lay back down.
I closed my eyes for just a second when Kefka burst through the opening and shouted, "Wakey wakey! Get up!" Sephiroth almost jumped out of the tent and he sat with a shocked look on his face. I opened my eyes again and chuckled at my one winged angel. Kefka sauntered away and Sephiroth breathed a sigh of relief.
"He scares everybody in the morning. Even Chaos. Chaos doesn't like it and Kefka goes missing for a while, but then he comes back for more." Sephiroth replied.
"Well, morning." I mused quietly.
He crawled over to me and whispered, "Morning." He pressed his lips up against mine and held my waist. Our lips locked and unlocked whilst my hands were busy getting tangled in his hair. I wanted it to go on forever, just the two of us, together. Without Kefka or Chaos or Cosmos or even Cid to worry about.
Kefka snuck back into the tent. Even though I couldn't see him, I heard his muffled laughter.
"Meow meow, Sephiroth! Meow! That is cute!" Kefka exclaimed as a bright flash made us pull away to rub our stunned eyes. It was a Polaroid camera that produced those instant photos and Kefka flapped the photo in our faces. Once it was fully developed, he looked at it and smiled creepily.
"Now that is cute!" He exclaimed and showed us the photo briefly. I picked up my Blazefire Pistol and aimed at him.
"One, two... Don't make me say three." I taunted. "Fine, fine, fine! I'm leaving!" He exclaimed with his hands in the air and left the tent. Sephiroth pulled me down onto him and whispered my name in my ear. I let go of my gun and wrapped my arms around him. I could get used to this... I laughed quietly to myself before pressing my lips up against his. Sephiroth decided to be a little cheeky at this point and let his hands go wandering. I realised his lips from mine when his hands rested on my lower back. He looked at me with an apologetic smile. I kissed his forehead and got up.
"Come on, get up." I said. He sighed and left the tent. I put my diary into the pocket of my Sanctum uniform and the Blazefire Pistol in its sheath. I left the tent and Sephiroth wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. I turned around in his arms and kissed him back. Jecht walked over to us and slapped Sephiroth's back. He didn't look all that happy. Jecht stared at me.
"Where's the dress?" Jecht asked.
"In Sephiroth's tent. For now." I replied. Sephiroth cleared his throat and shook his head at Jecht.
"What? I want some of your action!" Jecht replied and Sephiroth smacked him on the head. It sounded like a wet fish slapping concrete. It sounded painful.
"Keep your hands off of Lightning and we shouldn't have a problem." Sephiroth said with a cold and evil death stare.
"What if I do this?" Jecht asked and tried to take me into his arms. I pushed him off of me and punched him the jaw.
"Crap! That hurt!" Jecht exclaimed.
Sephiroth stared him down and replied, "You do anything to her, and I with make Jecht sir fry for the whole population of us Chaos warriors. Got it?" Jecht nodded quickly and left.
"Whoa. Where did that come from?" I asked.
"I had to train one of the untrainable SOLDIER second classes back in the days of glory. Without threats or expectations, people walk all over you, no matter how famous or strong you are." Sephiroth replied with an evil smile. I chuckled and he took me in his arms again. He kissed me, the released me.
"Let's put up your tent." Sephiroth said.
I sighed and replied, "Ok."
It only took twenty minutes to put up. Would have taken less time if Sephiroth hadn't have kissed me every two minutes. I don't mind all the affection. I like it actually. I like the Sephiroth I'm getting to know. He very rarely talked about this mother of his. Everyone says he used to drone on about her, but he doesn't when he's with me. I wonder why? He helped me move my dress into the tent along with my other things.
"All done." He replied and brushed his hands together. I kissed his cheek and turned to walk away.
"Where are you going?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. He kissed my forehead and pulled me closer. My heart stopped as his eyes stared into my very soul.
"Come on." Was all he said as he pulled me into my tent.
