Kathryn yawned, looking around her new house. "I'm bored."
"You know, the closet-"
"No."
Sephiroth was silent again, they were sitting on the couch, staring at the empty fireplace. Sephiroth was dressed once again in his usual baggy black pants, black shirt, and leather coat, hair still wet from the shower he'd taken. Kathryn had just woken up from the nap she'd taken, Sephiroth had decided to stay awake. He watched her from the corner of his eye, she glared back at him.
"No. Geez! Do it once and you want more immediately! Shouldn't have let you in the first place," Kathryn threw her hands into the air. "I thought that you, of all men, would be above such things, but come to find out that you aren't."
Sephiroth looked away from her, staring forward, his lips pressed together, pulled down at one corner. He watched as Kathryn got to her feet and stomped around ranting about how all guys were sex-crazed idiots. Sephiroth slowly got to his feet, lifting Masamune from its hooks and walking out the front door with it over one shoulder.
Kathryn turned toward the window when she heard a strangled scream and blood splashed the front window and bushes. She carefully sat down on the couch, "I don't want to know what just happened," she said softly to herself, "If I don't look, I won't have to think about it. Seph could have just removed an arm or something... he didn't kill someone in my front yard." She sat there, face pale and in denial.
Sephiroth stepped in once again, Masamune in hand. "NO! SEPHIROTH!! You get back out there and hose off the window and bushes!" Kathryn screamed at him, taking him aback. "And whatever is left out there- remove it to the street!"
He closed his eyes, brows lowered, finally he looked at her. He turned around, stepping back outside. "So this is married life..." he muttered under his breath. Stabbing Masamune into the ground, he went around the side of the house, finding the garden hose, "Shinra thought of everything," he muttered to himself, turned on the water and went back to the front, dragging the hose behind him.
Kathryn got up as she saw water splashing down the window, headed to the back yard. Opening the sliding glass door, she stepped onto the cement, closing the door behind her.
"Howdy Neighbor," a voice said. Kathryn's eyes slowly turned toward a man standing on the other side of a privacy fence, only the top half of his face visible. He was an older man wearing a tan fishing hat with flys stuck around on it as well as a plaid flannel shirt. "You look a little pale there, feeling alright?"
"Yeah... I'm fine," she said weakly, slowly going over to the fence, taking a shaky breath, "I think my husband just killed someone right in my front yard... I don't like dead things. I don't like looking at dead things."
The man shook his head, "Oh my," he said slowly, his voice rather deep and soothing. "Your Sephiroth's new wife, Kathryn, I believe, correct?"
Numbly, she nodded, "Yeah, lucky me, woo," she said very sarcastically.
"I saw some of the replays on the wedding. You're lucky you survived, I think," he said, nodding sagely.
"Oh, y'think.." Kathryn ran her fingers though her hair. "You know me, I don't know you, I think I'm at a disadvantage."
The man smiled and Kathryn could only tell because the wrinkles around his eyes deepened. "I'm Mr. Wilson, your neighbor." He stretched his arm over the fence and she shook his hand politely.
"Good to meet you, I guess... Been living here long?" Kathryn asked, leaning against the fence.
"Oh, quite a number of years, I suppose," Mr. Wilson replied, nodding somewhat.
"So what's the neighborhood like? Any break-ins or stuff like that?" Kathryn asked, glancing around the backyard some. There was a thin layer of soil heaped on top of the metal that was the upper plate, this soil was only a foot or so deep, so deep enough to plant flowers.
"Not much, thankfully, though the previous family to live here was a very noisy family. Three boys, you know. Their father obsessed with electric power, used to put car engines on the vacuum and such," Mr. Wilson said, gesturing with his hand every now and then. Kathryn couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm sure his wife appreciated that," she said, shaking her head.
"Oh, Jill wasn't too thrilled about it, but she loved him," Wilson nodded, closing his eyes a moment. "Nice family, if their father wasn't a bit deranged."
Kathryn sighed, "I fear for any children I ever have... First time they start crying, they'd probably be dead. Good thing I'm already on the pill for other reasons."
Wilson nodded once again, "Perhaps you can teach him patience?"
"I hope so-"
"KATHRYN!" Sephiroth yelled from inside the house.
"Gods... he's finished cleaning up... I guess I'll...talk to you whenever."
Wilson nodded, "Just keep hope, Kathryn," he replied, "If you need to talk, I'll be around."
She smiled slightly, "Thanks.. I might have to take you up on that, but don't expect me to tell you all his secrets."
"Oh, don't believe I want to know them. A man's got to keep some things private," Wilson said as Sephiroth opened the back door and stepped out. "Howdy Neighbor," he greeted with a nod and slight wave, "I suppose I'll be getting back to my project now. Was nice meeting you Kathryn."
Kathryn smiled, "Same to you, Wilson."
"Who is that?" Sephiroth asked, expression blank.
"Our neighbor, be nice to him or no sex for a year," Kathryn told her new husband and got growled at. She slipped past him and back into the house, leaving Sephiroth standing there.
"Damn it all!" Sephiroth muttered and heard a soft chuckle from beyond the privacy fence. The War General turned and stomped back into his new home, shutting the glass door behind him and pulling the curtain to cover the view. "Why do I have to be 'nice' to him?"
Kathryn smirked as she worked on making dinner, "Because, Sephiroth, you want to have sex again right? And because I like him. He's a nice sort, so I don't want to have to tell you to clean his guts out of my back yard, got it? Also- next time you take it into your head to kill innocent bystanders- have the decency to take them away from my house before decapitating them. I really don't like the thought of someone having died in my front yard, now I'm going to feel like I'm living in a grave yard or something." As she spoke, she efficiently moved from one cupboard to another to the fridge and to the stove. He stood there amazed, her words completely flying though one ear and out the other.
"Are you even listening to me?" she asked, looking straight at him.
"Huh?"
"I asked if you were even listening to me."
"No." Sephiroth shook his head, coming out of the trance.
"Why not?" Kathryn asked, a spatula in one hand and the other on her hip.
"I- was watching you," Sephiroth said, feeling somewhat stupid suddenly. "You... move like a dancer," he said.
Kathryn's look softened, "That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me," she said and smiled at him, returning her attention to her cooking. Sephiroth blinked confusedly off to the side and wandered into the living room.