Hello again! And yes it is short *bows head in shame* but there will be more to come…if anyone is still reading at this point O.O……And this chapter is un beta'd so if there are mistakes..sorry..point them out to me and shall fix them
Aerith slowly worked her way through the corridors, mostly emptied by this hour of night. Those who saw her thought nothing of it; after all, this was her home. It did not take her long to find herself in the hall currently occupied by the King. She quickly hid by the entrance and surveyed what lay in her path.
Four guards were posted in front of elaborate golden doors. They stood in silence, eyes casting here and there for some sort of reprieve from the monotony.
Aerith pulled out a bottle from within her robe, eyeing it quickly, blue and purple swirled around with in a small glass vile, never ceasing in motion. Her eyes quickly returned to the guards, still oblivious to the young woman hiding. That would change.
She opened the vile and threw it in the direction of the guards hearing the glass shatter. There was scattered coughing before the sound of bodies hitting stone could be heard.
She peaked around the corner. The guards bodies were scattered across the floor, all deep in sleep. Aerith quickly rose to her feet and made her way to the golden double doors. Surprisingly they were not locked. Did the man have that much faith in his men, or was he plagued with stupidity? Aerith was compelled to believe the later. She pushed her way thru the doors, sealing them behind her.
The room was bright, covered in hues of golden and yellow, reminding Aerith of the sun. The King's robe lay over a chair, as if thrown off without care. She reached out a rand running her fingers over the silky material. It was still warm, so the King only just arrived. She heard humming and quickly scanned the room. The door to the master bath was opened, candles illuminating the room. She moved forward slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible.
As she moved forward she eyed the room. Gold war everywhere, inlaid in everything the man owned. Clearly an obsession. She heard a cough coming form the bathroom and quickly glanced up, her knee colliding with the edge of the table by the bed.
"Sephiroth is that you?" The king called into the main room.
Aerith frowned. There was no way she could respond in Sephiroth's voice. She chose to remain silent; after all, that was what Sephiroth did when asked questions anyway. She waited but the king did not leave the room, so she moved forward.
The man was folding his clothes, setting them upon a dark grey marble counter, she quickly glanced around the room, luckily the only mirror stood next to the bath in the opposite side of the room, and not the direction the king was currently facing.
She quickly set her eyes back on the target. If the man believed she was Sephiroth then he truly felt confident in the other man's presence, a fact that surprised her.
Finally the king broke the silence.
"Come to make one final plea?"
The man laughed.
"Come to beg, perhaps?" He asked gleefully.
Aerith now stood only paces behind the man, watching him smile in mirth.
"Oh do say something."
The King turned to face his intruder, with a flourish. The smile quickly fell from his lips, his face converting to an expression of bewilderment.
"You!" He said in a hushed whisper.
Aerith knew this was her chance. She quickly rushed forward, thrusting her dagger into the man before her. She felt the dagger slip into the man's chest, the resistance of the flesh giving into the point of silver. She heard the man gasp against her neck and gave into the urge to cringe. The man's breath continued to pant hotly in her ear as she pushed the dagger in further.
"No." The man gasped, his hands coming up weakly to push her away.
Aerith stumbled back from the man, leaving the dagger in place, her hands covered in blood. She did not want to look at what she had done but knew she had to. She cast her eyes to the King as the man fell to his knees. His eyes were wide, filled with disbelief, hands held out in front him, covered with his own gore. He stared at her, his lips working but no sound coming out. Aerith watched in horror as the man's hands reached for her.
"No," She whispered, taking another step away from the fallen king. No, she would not let the man contaminated her.
The man's eyes traveled down to the dagger in his chest, blood beginning to cascade from his mouth. Suddenly he fell, landing on his chest, pushing the dagger in further.
Aerith screamed, hearing the crunch of bone. She waited as minutes ticked by and the king remained still, not even the rising and falling of breath moved within the man.
She crouched forward a hand reaching out to touch a shoulder. Nothing, no movement.
She pushed on the man's shoulder turning him onto his back. His eyes were still wide, staring unbelievingly up at the ceiling. Aerith gasped out a cry, removing her eyes away from the man's face. She quickly moved a hand to the dagger and pulled. It would not give, stubbornly stuck within the man's flesh. She crawled closer using both of her hands to pull the dagger. It gave throwing Aerith back on the ground. She starred back at the dead man before her. Blood pooled more freely now from his chest, beginning to saturate the rug underneath him. Aerith backed away until her back hit the wall, dagger clutched in her hand, starring at the body before, tears working their way from her wide eyes.