She stood rooted to the ground in the bathroom. Her entire body was shaking with nerves. This is just not happening she thought, her mind was racing wildly trying to come up with an explanation. I recognize the face but something is definitely different about him she mused to herself. The way he stood so straight, his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze was so precise, taking in all of his surroundings. His facial expression was one that was able to pull off boredom and curiosity at the same time. It was not Cloud, she'd only known one man able to pull off that look.
"I am Sephiroth."
I think I'm going to faint she thought the room spinning. Instead she settled for something equally helpful.
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
Sephiroth cringed as the decibels of her scream slowly began to rise. "It would be more helpful if you did not scream," he said, trying to be heard over her screams.
"Sorry," she whispered, her screams subsiding.
"Now that we have established who I am. Would you tell me who you are," Sephiroth said. His voice was so calm, it was so weird hearing his form of speech coming from Cloud's mouth.
"Aerith Gainsborough," she told him.
"The flower girl from the slums," he stated simply.
"Yes, the one you tried to cut in half," she muttered, crossing her arms over Tifa's large chest. Man, these boobs are making my back ache she thought resisting the urge to rub her lower back. She didn't see how Tifa was able to handle the extra weight.
"Shall we continue this conversation somewhere more spacious?"
Sephiroth had either not heard her comment or was choosing to ignore it. It dawned on Aerith that Sephiroth was standing very close. She would have playfully pushed him aside if it had been Cloud. But now she had to nearly force herself to remember it was not Cloud standing in front of her, but Sephiroth in Cloud's body.
"Would you like me to step aside," Sephiroth asked with a slight chuckle. Aerith repressed a scream of rage and finally pushed past Sephiroth. He followed her out into the kitchen.
"It appears Strife and Tifa were having a fight," Sephiroth observed looking at the remains of two lamps scattered over the living room floor.
"It appears that way," Aerith said, up righting an end table that had been flipped over. "Do you have any of Cloud's memories or thoughts?"
Sephiroth shook his head. "All my thoughts are my own. Do you have any of Tifa's thoughts?"
"No."
Sephiroth entered the kitchen and took a seat at the kitchen table. Aerith was careful to stand as far away from the table as possible. "I'm not going to bite," he said with a smirk.
"One can never be to careful," Aerith said leaning up against a counter watching Sephiroth carefully.
Sephiroth watched her equally cautious, nothing was going to get past him, the day was already strange to begin with. He watched as she crossed and uncrossed her arms nervously.
"How did this happen," Aerith finally asked.
"I don't know. One minute I'm drifting along in my eternal hell and next I'm awoken by screaming," Sephiroth said simply. "But believe me, I will find out."
"Same here. I wasn't even thinking about Cloud and Tifa. The next I know I am Tifa," Aerith said with a visible shudder.
Sephiroth stood up abruptly, knocking over the chair he was sitting in. He exiting the kitchen his stride fast.
"Where are you going," Aerith asked.
"To Shinra. Perhaps they will know some answers," Sephiroth explained pulling the door open.
"NO!" Aerith bolted across the kitchen desperate to catch Sephiroth. She grabbed onto his arm and pulled his right hand off the doorknob.
"What are you doing," he questioned.
"Do you not realize what is happening? You are not in Sephiroth's body. You are in Cloud Strife's body and Cloud would never go to Shinra for help. He hates Shinra, people would most certainly know something is up if you walked into Shinra demanding answers," Aerith explained holding his wrist.
"You're right. Then I suppose I will just have to find the answer's on my own," Sephiroth said calmly.
"No, that would be even stranger. Cloud would never just up and leave for no apparent reason. He would tell his friends and Tifa would most certainly go with him," Aerith said.
"You are not coming with me," Sephiroth muttered.
"Thankfully no, I wouldn't go with you. But you can't leave and that's final."
Sephiroth merely nodded to her, accepting the in veritable. He looked down and Aerith followed his gaze.
Her hand was still clutching his wrist, she pulled her hand back quickly.
"Shall we tell everybody else," Sephiroth asked sitting lazily in a chair.
"No," Aerith said shutting the door. "They wouldn't be able to understand. You being Sephiroth and alive. Even I don't entirely understand it."
"You are not alone there."
Aerith turned to look at him. She looked Sephiroth up and down, taking in all of Cloud's… That is not Cloud it's Sephiroth she reminded herself again. "Why aren't you crazy?"
Sephiroth laughed, he actually gave a true laugh.
"You mean why haven't I tried to destroy the city?"
Aerith nodded.
"When I was killed by Strife and his group, the voices stopped. Now I hear nothing, I have my own memories and can control them as I see fit."
"So you aren't going to be killing me anytime in the near future?"
"I believe you are safe. But we must face facts. Strife and Tifa's friends will notice something is wrong with their friends sooner or later," Sephiroth said.
"Then we just have to be careful," Aerith said. "I wonder something."
"What," Sephiroth asked.
"If we are here. What happened to Cloud and Tifa?"
