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CHAPTER 14
A few days later everyone was high-spirited and healed, as they said goodbye to Nooj, Baralai, and Gippal. Baralai wasn't too heartbroken over Yuna's decline in marriage. He knew her heart was with Cloud. He shared a look with Tifa before boarding their airship, then they were off to Spira. Rikku was in a great mood chasing Marlene and Denzel around. Barrett had left with Cid on the airship, to continue traveling. Yuffie left right after Gippal, Nooj, and Baralai in search for more materia. She needed to restock! Rude was sent on a mission for the President of Shin-Ra, but Reno was left behind to further recuperate. Tifa held a great party that evening, in celebration of their defeat over Sephiroth and Seymour. They thought they had it figured out, but it was still all just a guess. Seymour was never actually sent to the Farplane, he was stuck, like Tidus. Aerith was stuck too, bound to the worlds by some magic. Sephiroth, was reformed by Seymour, after a long time remaining dormant. Sephiroth soon took control over Seymour, him being the weaker villain. Seymour wanted more power, and so did Sephiroth. He used Seymour to get Yuna back, to somehow steal her summoning powers. This at least, was what they had come up with. With the vague conversations from the two men. Finally, they just let everything go.
He was done fighting, he just wanted to live his life with her. His Yuna, the woman he loved so deeply. He was staring at her now, her sexy little tail swaying between her legs. Unconsciously he grabbed, she turned and gave him that smile, the one she reserved just for him. He smirked and he took her into his arms, kissing her tenderly, putting his love into it. They came out breathless, the two of them. They shared a look, and she nodded. He grabbed her hand, and she followed him up to his room. He locked the door, and they stayed there for hours.
They traveled back and forth from Spira to Midgar, keeping check on Marlene and Denzel. She considered them her own children, like Cloud and Tifa, and they adored her. Yuna kept her promise and sang many times at Seventh Heaven, always drawing a crowd. But the whole time she was only to singing to one person. The man, with spiky blonde hair, leaning against a wooden beam, smirking at her. His eyes growing dark at her suggestive moves, and seductive voice. Every night they would ravish each other, then sweetly tumble into a slow meaningful motion of love. He cherished her body, her soul. He was so thankful to have her in his life. She completed him, she was his hope. He was done searching, he found what he was looking for, waiting for.