Angel Trapped On Earth

Chapter Two

. + . Depths of Wine .+.

Tifa sat upon her creeky wooden chair, and rapped her pretty hands upon the old wobbly table. Everything was old, and almost broken. She sighed irritably. At least her kitchen furnishings had something in common with her. Great, she thought to herself, she was referring herself to wood. She must be going insane, and she knew who to blame it on. Sephiroth. It had been a week since he was at her house, and he's still taking his sweet precious time recovering. She oughta kick him right now. She sighed. No, she was too fragile-hearted to do that to her former enemy.

She scowled. She should be more cruel, more stubborn, more…more..oh she didn't know! But she couldn't bring herself to be like Cloud; walking out on someone when they needed her. Great, since when did Sephiroth needed her? She sighed once more. Just then, a moaning sound interrupted her annoying thoughts, and she craned her neck to listen.

It was coming from Sephiroth's room. Correction, her room. Ever since Sephiroth appeared on her doorstep, she'd been sleeping on her couch. She scowled again, and the moaning increased followed by a sound that was simliar to thrashing. She groaned to herself. It was the fifth time this week, and everytime she had tended to him, he had muttered some incoherent things. She felt a twinge of pity when she looked at him, and wondered how someone so beautiful-looking and angelic looking when sleeping, could destroy half the world…and not feel remorse.

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Sephiroth groaned, and he kicked the covers off himself. He thrashed upon Tifa's bed, and it creaked under the strength of him. He had planned to seduce Tifa, and hopefully through her, he could get his revenge. Use her as bait, he had mused. He didn't know that the poison would torture him like this. He had been incompasitated upon the damnable bed, thrashing with fever. As much as he hated to admit it, he was kind of comforted that Tifa was there by his side. He felt like a little kid again, begging for attention from his mother.

Three, two, one, he thought inside his head, and as if right on cue, Tifa appeared at the doorway scowling. If he wasn't in so much pain, he could've sworn that he would chuckle. Suddenly, a chill ran over him, and he shivered sending waves of pain all over his body. He gritted his teeth, and gripped the white covers until he could feel his knuckles turning white.

Tifa rushed to his side, and layed a cool-soaked cloth to his head. She put a small petite hand to his forehead, and she could feel the scorch of it. It seeped upon her palm, and somehow she could feel in her heart. She let out a small sigh once again, and she could feel Sephiroth flinch under her touch. He was so alike in Vincent in some ways, but Vincent surely wasn't as annoying as Sephiroth.

"I didn't want to…" Sephiroth muttered. Tifa froze.

Tifa began to edge away from the bed, but Sephiroth caught her hand in his. She stared down upon it. Her hand seemd so small when placed upon his huge, broad hand. It was muscular around the wrists, and she could see that a long scar ran from his wrist to the middle of his arm. She felt a thrill run up her spine, and she immediately snatched her hand away. Uh-oh. He had it clamped tightly in his. She couldn't tug it away. He was clearly delirious.

"I never wanted to…..wanted to do something great….Je..Jenova….no no..I don't want to anymore." He muttered.

Tifa froze, and her eyes widened. Did he just say what she heard him say? It was incredible. There is more to this man than she thought, Tifa mused to herself. Using one hand, she managed to drape an arm over him to tug upon the blankets so it would cover him. His other massive arm flung up and clamped over her shoulders. She grunted under the force of his weight.

"What the hell…" She muttered to herself as her face was being mashed up against his chest.

He grunted softly, and muttered again. Now this was an awkward position. She was trapped in the arms of Sephiroth, hand trapped in his big massive one, and his arm wrapped around her shoulders protectively. Under any other circumstances, she would call this pleasurable. She could feel his warmth, and uneasy breathing, but he was sephiroth. At least that's what she kept reminding herself over and over. This was sephiroth undernaeth her. All warm, and muscular. Sephiroth.

Sephiroth felt something light on his body, but he didn't care. The pain was too great, and he didn't care if an earthquake happened to occur right now and then. He could feel his pain slowly ebbing away, and something incredibly soft and luscious in his arms. For now, he didn't care, although he had a pretty good idea who it was. She kept squirming to get away from his grasp, but that made it all the more amusing for him. Why? Because for every squirm she tried, he could feel her nestling deeper. His plan was working.

Inside his mind, he frowned. Too well. He felt this warm sensation, that he could not place, and he pulled her tighter instinctively, hearing a little "oof" from Tifa. He had muttered some things, but even to him, it was incoherent. Damn, he thought. Maybe this wasn't working out so great at all. He wanted to let go of her, and just hurry up with his recovery and leave, but he didn't. Instead, he pulled her closer yet again.

She closed her eyes, and gasped for breath. Gasping for breath because he nearly squeezed the life out of her, and gasping for breath because she never felt so…so..thrilled yet content in her life. Cloud flashed through her mind, and she squirmed again, but Sephiroth pulled her closer. She nestled against him again, and just let everything go. She felt his masculine hands move up to her head, and she could feel him caressing the soft tresses of her hair. It brought comfort to him, she thought. She peered at him through her lashes, and she winced.

He looked like in so much pain, and deep in a uneasy slumber. Probably dreaming of Jenova, she thought. Now she knew the truth. Jenova had persuaded him, and had probably pressured him into doing things that he didn't want to. As time went by, he was probably used to cruelty. He probably never even felt the touch of warmth and love. Tifa felt a pang of sadness etch through her heart. Underneath her, she could feel his breathing returning back to normal; the rising and falling of his chest bringing her into a sleepy trance-like state. She tried one last time to try and escape his grasp, but he still had her firmly against him.

She stopped fighting, and just nestled and let sleep overtake her.

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( an hour has passed )

Sephiroth awoke with a shuddering gasp, and calmed into a painless rest. He was awake now, and he could feel that he was embracing someone. He opened his eyes, and stiffened a little. He sighed, when he remembered. It was Tifa who he had held while he slept, and she must've fallen asleep too. She must've gotten too tired, and fallen asleep too. He looked down at her sleeping form in his arms, and loosened his grip on her a bit.

She looked so beautiful. He removed his hand from her thick, soft hair. It was intwined within the chocolatey brown silks. He was in too much pain, and so he seeked something to comfort him. He must've found the silky touch of her hair soothing. He growled quietly. His plan would never work. Even if it did, it worked too well for his own advantage. No, he would have to leave, he thought to himself.

He stared down upon her. He was beginning to be disgusted by how a pathetic human could befuddle him so. She was Tifa. He was Sephiroth. It was as simple as that. She hated him, and he was supposed to hate her. It didn't seem to make sense. In fact, he was supposed to hate all humanity. They had cruelly mistreated his kind, and selfishly claimed Earth for themselves. They had used him for malicious things, and yet they admired him and ultimately, feared him. For each resentful thought he rediscovered, he felt himself pushing Tifa away.

He looked at Tifa more intently now. He frowned when he noticed that her eyes were closed too tightly. She was in an uneasy sleep, and her lips were curved upwards in a child-like demeanor as if ready to cry. She was so vibrant, how could she suffer? How could she dare suffer when he was the one with nothing? With no one? It was he who had lost everything when he had nothing. He then froze. A word escaped her lips, softly, like a whisper. It put his memories in check. "Papa.." She whispered, her breath soft upon his fevored skin.

Realization struck him. It was he who had caused her pain. It was he who had taken everything away from her. An image of a burning village flashed through his mind, and he felt the intensity of the flames and heard his own evil laughter. He remembered killing and old man with kind eyes which had turned cold when placed upon him. He remembered embedding his own massive sword, which now layed peacefully against the wall, into a young pretty girl with one quick swipe. He remembered a blonde-haired man.

He knew that Tifa had loved him. He knew everything about Cloud. Where was Cloud now? He would have to deal with Cloud later, for now, he kept thinking that he was the creator of all the suffering that he so selfishly resented her for. It was he. She hated him, and it didn't matter because he was supposed to not care. Somehow, there was no mistaking the empty pit in his stomach, and the feelings he always got when she tended to him and right now, lying in his arms. Safe. But not safe from him.

She was Tifa. He was Sephiroth. Fate would not let it so. It would never allow it, Sephiroth thought with a shudder. He growled, it wasn't supposed to happen like this. He would leave as soon as possible. He would leave before this would get further and deeper. For now, he forgot that she hated him. He forgot that he would soon continue his dark aways. He forgot all reason, and just pulled her closer once again, and letting sleep overtake him into an uneasy sleep again. He would leave before he fell deeper into the depths of wine.

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[ Author's Note : Hey, sorry about this chapter. It's a bit shorter, but I am working on "Squall - The Story of the 'Wind Element'" also. It's taking double effort to continue writing, hehe. I enjoy it nonetheless, and I enjoy getting reviews *hint hint* thank you for those that left comments. I appreciate it. If you have time, feel free to read my other stories. I'm currently working on an original story ( mentioned above ) Thanks! See you next time! ( ffvii not mine, and unless I think of some REALLY evil plans…err..puwaha ) Hope you enjoyed this one! ]