Something More

He entered into a small tavern, looking to be the slum area of this large city. He recognized the name on the sign outside, a suddenly coldness coming to his heart. But he stepped in anyway, into this place known as "Tifa's Seventh Heaven".

He took a seat somewhere near the back, trying to collect any information he could by ease dropping on conversations, seeing who knew and who didn't know about the Heartless. There was one group of people who couldn't seem to stop talking about it, so he kept his attention towards them most of the time.

"So how do you think they came back?" a woman asked, leaning over the counter.

"I don't know, but it seems that they never left." The voice sounded familiar to him, but he blocked it out to hear what they had to say next.

"How can that be, though? The door had been shut."

"Maybe, but it might have never been locked..."

"But how would they be able to open it without a Keybarer?"

He new, and it wasn't anything he ever wanted. They'd use Kerah for it, to unleash the rest of the Heartless. After that they'd probably kill her, or maybe use her body like they had the boy Riku's for Ansem's physical form until he was strong enough. Either way he needed to stop it, before he soul was cast into darkness too.

"Well, shouldn't be concerned about that now," the woman stated. "Got to get back to work."

She came around and approached him, Sephiroth trying not to look up. He remembered this girl, a very long time ago, but didn't want to. It was like the other, only this one could be brought back with the service of the one he hated most.

"Hello, sir, can I take your order? Today's specials are-"She stopped, looking over her notepad to the man who sat before her. She could not mistake the long, silver hair and the cold mako eyes which were diverted the other way. She backed away, bumping into a table as she did and making the room go silent. The man she had been talking to stood up, his eyes narrow as he knew who it was.

"Sephiroth...!" He walked over, suddenly grabbing him by the collar of his jacket and bringing him to his feet, Aerith just staring for a moment. "How dare you show your face in here! I should kill you were you stand."

Sephiroth grinning. "Go ahead. I've already been dead once."

Cloud raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Hades. He killed me because I had something he wanted. Something that, as you put it, unleashed the Heartless once again." He held up his hand, grabbing his wrist. Cloud flinched back, letting him ago as he felt the ice cold blood flow within Sephiroth. He only laughed again. "Surprised? Don't be, because that's what happens when your brought back to life within the first hour."

"What do you want, Sephiroth?" Aerith asked.

"I want to know where the Heartless are," he stated.

"Why?" Cloud questioned.

"You don't need an explanation," he spat. "Just tell me and I'll be gone."

"Shouldn't you know? Didn't Hades tell you?"

"No. He took what he wanted, and left me for dead."

"How did that occur? Weren't you suppose to be the strongest fighter in the Coliseum?"

Sephiroth hesitated, feeling weak for even talking to him. He should have just cut his throat this instant and be done with it. If he wasn't alive now known of this would be happening, Hades would have never presented him with the deal. His anger got to him, Sephiroth taking Cloud by the neck and holding him above ground.

"Tell me now! I don't have time for this!"

"...Why not?" Aerith asked in a small voice, question gripping her. "Why can't we get an explanation?"

"Because you do not need one," he stated angrily. "All I ask is for you to tell me!"

"You ask?" Cloud questioned chokingly. "That doesn't seem much like you."

"Fine," he said, dropping Cloud and turning away. "I'll find her myself."

As she treaded off, Cloud and Aerith stared after him, wondering what he meant by that last statement. As Cloud recovered from his tight throat, Aeirth ran after him, seeing him walk off into the mist.

"Sephiroth, wait!" she shouted, seeing him disappear. When she ran after him, she came to a sudden halt when she saw the masamune end pointed at her neck, Sephiroth's eyes narrow.

"Don't make me have to kill you again."

Aerith stood stern. "You don't want to kill me. You don't want to hurt anyone...do you?"

"Except for those who took my life," he said, slowly taking it away.

"Sephiroth, why are you after the Heartless? Who is this her you mentioned?"

He paused, but turned away and began to walk on. "It is none of your concern."

"But if you tell me, I'll tell you where you might be able to find her."

"No thanks, I think I'll have better luck searching on my own."

Aerith stared after him as he continued to walk, shouting as he got further and further away. "That girl...She's the one that came form the light the day you tried to kill Cloud. She stayed with you, and that's what Hades took! She's the one who can open the door, and your going after her because...because you want to stop it!"

Sephiroth shook his head, mumbling. "You don't even know the half of it."

Aerith stared, blinking. She found almost disbelief in the thought struck in her head, but it had to be so. Why else would he be so persistence. She put her hands to her mouth, amplifying her shout as she spoke it into the dark night.

"You fell in love, didn't you, Sephiroth?"

She could see him stop, turning around slowly. He just stared, his expression blank, but in a sense, she could tell, his soul sad. He walked back, his eyes threatening. "Alright, tell me where it is. But if you ever tell Cloud of my weakness, let it be known that you'll both suffer a terrible, terrible fate."

She smiled, putting her hands in front of her. "Your secret's safe with me. Though, there is one thing I forgot to mention."

"What?"

"We're going there too. We want to see what's up too. Maybe we can even grant you some help."

He scoffed. "Whatever. Just tell me where."

"The City of the Ancients."

"Where you died?"

Aerith raised an eyebrow. "Where everyone died. Don't you remember?"

"Don't remind me. Just stay out of my way, got it?"

"Okay, I'll make sure of that."

Sephiroth walked on, passing Cloud as he came out of the tavern, hearing the conversation of what happened. He heard her say about telling him, but he knew she kept her promise. She was like that, even if he was a cold blood killer...

Her murderer from long ago. But as the old saying goes, old wounds heal. She must've believed that, or else, he knew, she'd backstab him for sure...

In the depths of death the stood, the sun streaking through the sky and bouncing off the crystal structure before him. So many lives were taken here, even before he was born, and he could feel their souls collect here. He wondered if he should enter here, in this holy place, for he knew he had been damned from the start the moment he took a life. The many lives he took, and the ambition he created for the power of everything, was what lingered within him, that the past would not cease to haunt him, no matter if he wanted redemption.

But the voice that he heard for the first, and last time, rose above it all, the wind coming up and making it sound like that was it. He shut his eyes, the vision coming back to him. The darkness consumed the light which it took, the face, and the cry, that dug a hole deep in him.

"Sephiroth!!!"

He opened his eyes once more, the voice fading with the wing. He stepped forward onto the path which lead to the structure of the ancients, his guilt making way for revenge. He did not care anymore about this place, what the past was about. He didn't even care if he was any bit part of the light, for he knew what he was after was...

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A/N Short yes. No significance? ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!! This leads to a lot, my readers, so please review if you want it continued!