Kathryn sat staring out the window, rain poured down the glass like there was no tomorrow. She wished there was no tomorrow, for tomorrow was her wedding to Sephiroth. She put her forehead against the freshly cleaned glass, she could tell it was freshly cleaned because she could smell the cleaning fluid. Far below, the drops of water rained down upon the pedestrians and cars alike, heedless of stature or importance. Kathryn felt sick, she hadn't eaten all day and she'd had an argument with Sephiroth. She didn't even remember what it had been about but some rather hideous names were exchanged and now she was here on the opposite side of the building, hoping that Seph wasn't anywhere near her.
She lifted her hand to wipe under her eyes, her reflection in the window doing the same. "Why does he always manage to make me cry?" she asked her reflection softly. "No one else has done that to me and yet here I am making an absolute fool of myself in front of him. How does he get under my skin? Why do I let him get to me?" she shook her head, putting her forehead against the glass again, her somewhat straggly auburn flames of hair hanging around her face and shoulders in a curly mass down to just below her shoulder blades.
Now that she thought about it, he'd been acting somewhat strange for the past few days, "Maybe its because I've been living with him for the past two weeks?" She sighed, "I wish he'd chosen one of the applicants. At least I wouldn't have had to suffer Sephiroth's personality quirks...." she turned, head bowed, putting her back against the wall and sliding down it to the floor, putting her face in her arms on her knees. "Of course.. I would have been stuck feeding mush-mouth for a few years and then been stuck doing Don C. for the rest of my life, but maybe it could have been better then this."
Someone nudged her with their foot, none too gently, "Personality quirks?" Sephiroth's voice asked.
"Go away," she said firmly.
"You're certainly acting childish," he said, nudging her with his foot a few more times.
"If you don't stop that right now I'm going to kick you in the jewels so hard you won't see them for another five years!" Kathryn snarled and he poked her again. "That's IT!" she surged to her feet.
The expression on Sephiroth's face was priceless as he slowly went to his knees before her. Kathryn drew herself up and looked down her nose at him, "Maybe NOW you'll take it to heart when I tell you to not do something."
Slowly he got to his feet still clutching his bruised area, "Yes, teach me to never come to apologize," he snapped back at her.
She folded her arms firmly, "Apologize? I only heard you insulting me further!"
He suddenly threw something at her then turned, limping away. Looking down at the floor, she found a thin gold necklace chain, but it had no charm, just a necklace. She sighed, picking it up, "How stupid could he be? Just giving me a chain? What the heck am I going to do with this?"
Her mind trailed to her jewelry box, which she'd brought with her from home, in which she had a small charm with no chain for it. It came together in her mind and she held the chain against her chest, falling back against the wall again with a sigh. "I just don't know what to think... first he's ticking me off so bad I want to wring his neck and then he does something sweet. What am I going to do? I don't want to marry him...and yet I do!" she slid down to the floor again. "Bugger it all."
Sephiroth limped away, reflecting on how small she'd looked when she was curled up against the wall. He sighed and realized he shouldn't have pushed her as far as he had, but he was frustrated and she was part of why. Well, more like most of why. He recalled how earlier Zack had scored on him and he'd retaliated, pulling nothing, now Zack was once again in the infirmary and bandaged from head to toe.
He shook his head, making his way toward the infirmary to see if Zack was doing all right. Sephiroth stepped in to find very few people around, just one nurse and a few patients who didn't look at him. Making his way over to where Zack was laying in traction he looked down at his first-class SOLDIER student, a slight frown on his face. He was silent, looking down into Zack's eyes for a long moment though communication passed between them, warrior to warrior, man to man. Zack understood that Sephiroth was under strain as well and nervous and frustrated, he smiled slightly.
"I think...I learned my lesson," Zack said finally, "Don't mess with you on a bad day." Sephiroth was in no mood to find that funny and glowered at those who sniggered. "I just hope you're back to yourself after tomorrow, I don't think I can survive another beating like you gave me today, General," Zack said truthfully.
"You'll survive," Sephiroth said softly, a dangerous promise, Zack gulped and stared as his idle turned, stalking out of sight, limping slightly.