A/N: I decided to rewrite this story because the original story seemed rushed. A lot of things will be changed in this story, such as major character deaths. The story takes place a few years after Sephiroth destroys Nibelheim and mysteriously disappears. The story will not follow the original canon story… Meaning, the timeline is altered. The pairs include Aerith/Sephiroth and Cloud/Genesis. Story will contain explicit content, vulgar language. Statutory rape comes into play since Sephiroth will be twenty-eight and Aerith only seventeen. As I said, I changed a lot. The story is more of a melancholic work filled with drama, despair and Sephiroth's redemption. Read at your own risk. Might as well throw in pedophilia. There is no RAPE in this story.

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BELONGING TO FINAL FANTASY VII. I ONLY TAKE CREDIT FOR MY ORIGINAL STORY AND OCS

I don't care about reviews, but if you like the story, please follow because I will be updating randomly. Chapters will range from 2,500 words to 3k words. I deleted a story called Key to Your Heart with only one chapter. I have better ideas now.

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Prologue: Two Years Ago

Aerith tends to her flowerbed in her church with the night seeming peaceful and quiet. The woman, only at age fifteen sits on her knees while pulling out the weeds around her flowers. Aerith is quite beautiful as she smiles radiantly, finding so much joy in her loving hobby. She wears a white strapless dress that reaches her knees. For being fifteen, her breasts are quite large and stick out more in feature than any part of her body. Her long flowing silky light brown hair remains down without it being tied back for a change. Her hair is very long, reaching to her bottom. Her gleaming green eyes are filled with vibrancy as she starts placing white tulips into a wicker basket to sell. It's not very late. Eight o'clock is nearing. Her stomach rumbles as she wipes her long bangs away from her eyes. Her mother is going to be worried if she isn't back in time for dinner soon. If anyone should understand her love for compassion and flowers, it would be her loving mother. Once she is done picking her flowers, she rises to her feet with her wicker basket. As she walks to the entrance through the abandoned church, her head raises to the roof of the church when she hears loud thudding.

What is that sound…?

She turns around to face her flowerbed while looking up at her rooftop, following the abnormal noises until out of nowhere, something crashes through the roof. Her wicker basket drops from her hand as she jumps back, startled, only noticing a man in black with extremely long platinum hair falling from the roof. Wood boards fall all around the man as he lands right in the middle of her flowerbed. Wood pieces land on top of him as his body moves slightly from the violent impact to the ground. Aerith, a girl with a kindhearted personality rushes towards him in reaction. The pain means nothing to her when she falls to her knees beside the man who is buried under the wood from the church's rooftop. She moves away the wood to look down at an unconscious man. Her eyes fall upon the man's broad torso with leather black straps that form an ex. Not because of how she sees his bare skin, because he's dressed like a SOLDIER. She puts her hands flat against his chest, attempting to hear his heartbeat. She presses her head against his chest only to faintly hear his heart.

"Mister? Are you okay? Mister!" she exclaims, about to freak out if he died. "Are you okay?"

Aerith puts her ear over his mouth, feeling relieved when she feels his hot breath against her skin. Since he's miraculously alive, she lifts his head gently with her tiny hands to place it on her lap. If he isn't waking up, he might be out for a while. Maybe if she talks, he might wake up. Probably. She moves his hair away from his face and attempts to wake him by poking his chin. When that fails, she makes a vow to stay by his side until he wakes. Her eyes scan the rest of his body for any wounds or bruising. Since he wears a black leather coat, she really can't determine anything, and she doesn't feel comfortable removing it. He's very tall, muscular and feels like steel to her. When she thinks about it, she wonders if he fell from the sector five plate above.

Is he a SOLDIER…? He looks like one… But… I've never seen him around sector five before…

"You must be a SOLDIER to survive a fall like that," she whispers to herself.

As she lowers her head to look at the man's face, her long hair falls over her shoulders onto his torso. Her temptation to touch his face with her hand is too overpowering. His skin feels soft, cold and fragile. Her thumb accidentally strokes over his lips as she stares directly at his closed eyes. With minutes going by, she keeps her hand on his face, even when the mysterious man starts to open his eyes. Instead of moving away from him or bombarding him with questions, she smiles warmly, finally seeing how beguiling his eerily bright cyan colored eyes are. They remind her of a cat and from the color, she can defiantly tell he was infused with mako. He's defiantly a SOLDIER. The man is obviously disoriented when looking up at her. Aerith doesn't look away and just smiles from the joy of him not dying. She feels as if the man is captivating her with his incredible charm and handsome looks. She never knew a SOLDIER could be so gorgeous and pleasing to look at.

"What are you?" Her eyes widen suddenly when he speaks in a monotone resonating voice. Calm and collected, as if he didn't even fall.

"You ruined my flowers," she quietly replies, feeling herself becoming flushed.

"Your flowers?" Aerith removes her hand from his face and keeps smiling while looking up at the hole in the roof.

"You fell inside my church. A fall like that should have killed you. Luckily, my flowerbed broke your fall or maybe you are invincible," she teasingly jokes, finding it relieving that the man regained conscience.

"Why is my head on your lap?"

The man is clearly delusional right now…

She's quiet when the man sits up as if nothing happened. He doesn't even grunt or hint a sound towards agonizing pain. The heat emitting from his body makes her feel hot and nervous. The scent of his muskiness lingers around her as he turns his head to face her. They are very close, looking at each other in silence before she looks away, giggling from nervousness. The man just stares at her as she moves away from him. Her eyes never leave his, even when his long platinum hair falls over his shoulders. The man reminds her of a vampire which is quite weird. The thought makes her look away from him before his ravishing looks find a way to plunge a dagger through her aching heart.

"Do you remember what happened? How did you fall?" she keeps her questions simple.

The man looks away from her to observe the flowerbed they both sit in. When he sniffs loudly, she feels a bit discouraged until he looks back at her, speaking with honesty "Who are you to be asking me a question like that?" Aerith laughs from his words.

Because of her bubbly personality, she chuckles while raising her small hand up to the roof where he fell. She feels like an ant compared to him. Even when sitting a foot away from him, he towers over her. He glances at the hole in the roof where he supposedly fell from. She even moves some wooden boards he lays on to let him know that she doesn't lie. She even catches a glimpse of a sword with a long blade beside him. He's defiantly a SOLDIER…

"Are you SOLDIER?"

The man just stares at her impassively. Aerith smiles when he doesn't answer since she doesn't expect him to be open to her. "What's your name?" she asks, now curious.

"What is yours?" he cleverly asks, avoiding her question. The way he speaks in a deep captivating voice is killing her inside.

'I'm A-Aerith. What's your name? You're not going to make me guess, aren't you? I'm not very good at guessing games."

Even when he stares at her like he just woke up from a nightmare, she rises to her feet, deciding that he's well enough that she doesn't have to worry if he passes out again.

"Sephiroth," the man speaks.

Huh…?

"Huh?" she looks down at him while he gets up to his feet too.

"You asked me my name. It's Sephiroth," he says again, now towering over her even more when he stands.

Because of his height, her head tilts up just to see his face. He has a very toned body that's like steel which intimidates her. She bets he's very popular with the ladies.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Sephiroth. You really did severe damage to my flowerbed," she jokingly speaks again, observing the indents in her flowerbed from where he fell.

"I'I'm sorry?" he speaks as if he doesn't know what to say to that.

"I'm only teasing. What matters is that you are not dead," her smile is reassuring enough. She picks up the flowers and her wicker basket then walks back to him, unaware of the man's menacing personality.

"You weren't by chance spying on me?"

Sephiroth's eyes widen as if he doesn't know how to take that question. Aerith chuckles once again, putting her left hand up to calm him down. "I'm joking. No one would waste their time at a church like this. If they knew how well the soil here grows flowers, maybe their minds would change," she calmly speaks, now admiring the flowers. Unexpected to her, she wasn't prepared when she feels his hand grab her wrist. Her smile disappears instantly when she looks up at him to see how serious and out of place he looks.

"Who are you?" he asks suddenly.

I think he hit his head a bit too hard…

"Ha-ha. Silly, I already told you. I am Aerith. I am just an ordinary flower girl," she replies, smiling nervously since he doesn't release from her wrist. He's holding my wrist a bit too tightly…

Without her knowledge, he holds his sword behind him out of her sight, prepared to kill her. From how tight his hold is on her wrist she drops her wicker basket again in hopes of calming him down. Just as he is about to impale her, she presses up against his bare torso, now feeling how fast his heartrate is. Sephiroth stops himself from killing her since she shows no signs of fighting back or fear. Ignoring the pain from her left wrist that he grips tightly, she takes a step back, her eyes twinkling as she looks up at his.

"I am not going to hurt you. Please do not feel threatened by a flower girl. I'm sorry if I offended you by touching your face. I was only making you feel comfortable while you were unconscious."

Seconds go by until she sighs in relief when he releases her wrist. Instead of moving away from him now that she is freed, she stays in her same potion, deciding to let him know that she has no intentions of harming him.

"Would you like to buy a flower for one gil?"

Sephiroth just stares at her, wondering what he should do. He's overwhelmed when the woman who looks like a midget compared to him picks a flower from her wicker basket. His eyes fall upon her wee hand with a white tulip sitting on her palm. Shockingly, he drops his sword behind him then rubs his head as if he is dreaming. She's clearly an odd girl. Once he verifies that she isn't going to scream from the sight of him, he sighs in defeat, not understanding why. Indeed, she's insanely hot with big breasts. Her skin is flawless, and she has a petite and a rather curved body. What is twisted is how he feels he would snap her in two if he were to bed her. The thought of fucking her makes him turn away since he has more important things to focus on. Her beauty is breathtaking. Maybe because she's very attractive to him is causing him to crave sex. It's been a while. When he hears her sounding embarrassed because she still holds her flower to him, he gives in and takes the flower. He gives her a few gils even if it just costs one.

"I don't need all this!" WOMAN!

"I don't either," he mutters, his wickedness kicking in. "To express my gratitude for your concern when I fell, I will gladly sleep with you."

He watches as her jaw drops in a huge 'O'. I'm serious… Aerith backs away from him in response. Sephiroth is emotionless when she turns her body to the side to avoid eye contact with him. It's when he sees her large breasts looking more rounded and rather delicious. He can be a pig. Hell, if people found out that he is back in Midgar, he might as well try to sleep with a girl who's insanely hot.

"I have a boyfriend," she retorts angrily, crossing her arms with her wicker basket.

I'm sure you do… "Really?" he murmurs as he starts to smirk a bit wickedly, "what's his name?" he starts making her feel uncomfortable. This he can see, but he doesn't care. The reason he fell through the roof of her church was because he was leaping from rooftop to rooftop after being falling from the plate above them. He can't even remember why. The rooftop to the church was just feeble, rotted and old. It's a bit embarrassing when he thinks about it. Since he doesn't have anymore time to waste, he decides to act as if she's just the dirt underneath his boots. As he walks pass her, he feels a hand grab his arm. What's amusing is that her small hand can't fully wrap around his forearm. He looks back at her in silence to see that she isn't as innocent as she looks. Thinking she's going to allow him to fuck her brains out, he's taken aback with her words that he raises his right eyebrow in reaction.

"Hey! SOLDIER. Aren't you forgetting your sword?"

Doing the unthinkable, he moves around her to pick up his legendary blade. Without giving it much thought, he places it into her hands, grinning menacingly the entire time. "I will be back for it by tomorrow morning. I have unfinished business to attend to and I do not want to attract people's attention while carrying it."

"What? Are you saying that you are coming back here?" she asks, shocked.

Sephiroth moves away from her, finding it rather amusing to see how his sword is bigger than her height. He's not ashamed to admit that the girl is cute looking holding his sword.

"Yes. I am going to bed you before I leave Midgar," he bluntly speaks, receiving more gasps from her mouth.

It wasn't surprising when she drops his sword in reaction. "What class are you? Are all SOLDIERs like this? If so, I am repulsed. And if you should know, your charm doesn't intimidate me."

"You think that I am charming?" now he's becoming exhilarated.

"Indeed I do. If you didn't look like you were thirty, I would consider kissing you before you leave Midgar."

Sephiroth crosses his arms, finding her behavior to be tormenting. Since he will never rape or force himself on a girl, he's forced to endure her games.

"Then kiss me."

He picks up his sword since he can't waste anymore time with her. As much as he wants to pin her up against a wall with her legs over his shoulders, he restrains himself. He turns away from her when sensing that he does make her uncomfortable. As he makes his way to the doors to the church, she makes her way in front of him. To his surprise, he stops walking when she pushes her body up against his. What's killing him is when she attempts to kiss him, but she's too short that she can't even reach his face. The thought of that causes him to want to burst out into laughter. Deciding to be nice, he moves his face down to hers and what happens next is sort of… Well—he doesn't know. His eyes remain open as she closes hers. He feels her cold soft lips pressing up against his jawbone, kissing him coldly. When she moves her face away from his, he's a bit flustered himself now.

"I'm only fifteen. If I were older, I would have kissed your lips. Just remember this kiss was given to you by a flower girl."

Sephiroth watches as she moves to the side, becoming full of emotions since the girl is oblivious. If she knew what he had done, she would be running away in fear. The thought of her looking so innocent and cheerful is what makes him wonder if he will ever see her again. He doesn't say a word when he opens the doors to the church. When he walks outside into the muggy night, he turns his head around to face her to see she watches him. Without him realizing it, he crushes the flower she gave in his hands.

"No more falling into buildings," she says amusingly.

For a moment, he wondered if she would even be alive when he sees her again. He disappears through the night knowing that he will never cross paths with her again. The thought of that makes him relieved since he wouldn't hesitate to take an innocent life. After knowing what coexist with then, he wouldn't think twice about. There's something about Aerith that made him rather… Different. Could it be that he thinks her kissing his face so innocently was the cutest and most pleasurable kiss he had ever received? Or maybe that he thought she was an angel when his eyes opened?

Aerith… I will not forget your face… And in time, I hope you are not one of the corrupted...