**Thought I'd add a chapter. Tell me if you like!!**
The Heartless Queen converted her outfit back to her regular attire. She was satisfied for the time she and Sephiroth had just shared, but now the guilt was pulling at her inside. Placing a hand gently on the banister of the balcony just outside the library, she ran the past couple of hours in her mind. Sephiroth's gentle touch, his tender kiss, his soothing words, all so pure, but all too false. She knew the dangerous Sephiroth, treacherous and harsh. It was always a wonder to have him treat her as he did. Then again, if he was in fact using her to get at Ansem....
She could once again feel his hand caressing her skin, his smooth lips brushing against her neck and shoulders, and was drawn near to tears as she realized how long it had been since she and Ansem were together like that. She gripped the railing hard and began to follow it to the staircase. Slowly she descended, the images continuing, but with Ansem's face instead of Sephiroth's. Her hand reached mechanically to the Heartless necklace and she grabbed it forcefully.
Leave it. I don't mind...rung in her head as she recalled Sephiroth's words. She thought about when he kissed her, how his lips would skim the outside of the necklace. Was it a smile she felt curl onto his lips as did so? Was it a chuckle she heard as his hand massaged over it on its way to her neck? She clenched the symbol harder, its fine-cut edges digging into her soft hand. She reached the fountain at the base of the stairs and glared at the large Heartless symbol in the center of it. With a quick swipe of her free hand she shattered it into five glass pieces. The hand gripping the necklace squeezed harder.
He is not doing this for me, Rassia thought angrily. He does this purely to chastise Ansem. Blood slid from a fine cut in her hand, but Rassia paid no attention. And why should he not? Ansem deserves it! He says he loves me, but cannot show it. Sephiroth shows it. He is the only one who makes me feel loved. Curse Ansem and his senseless Darkness! Rassia clutched the black pendant with the mind to rip it from the necklace.
"My Love?" Ansem called quietly from behind her. Rassia spun around quickly and faced Ansem with a look of hated. Tears had been stinging her eyes and were drawn out from her quick pivot. A stream of blood glittered down her hand and darkened the pure ivory sleeves of her top. Ansem eyed her condition and walked quickly towards her, grabbing her bleeding hand and prying her sore fingers from around the pendants. He gazed at her hand and then up into her shimmering silver eyes.
"You're...bleeding?" he said in awe as he covered her hand with his own. Rassia frowned, but did not withdraw.
"We all bleed, Ansem," she spoke coldly. Ansem placed his other hand on her cheek and smoothed her hair. He could sense her anger and was hurt from it. He had no idea of the affair.
"What's wrong, my Dear?" he asked closing her Rassia's hand in his. With a quick bit of common magic he closed her thin wounds. Rassia could not think of what to say to him. It was hard for her to even hold his gaze, let alone speak clearly to him. Her eyes fell to the floor, but Ansem lifted her chin with his finger. A single lost tear fell from her eye and down her cheek, but her face remained still and irate as she gazed into Ansem's eyes.
"What have I done?" he whispered shaking his head. Rassia remained silent, afraid that her usually cool emotions would turn on her and cause her to cry bitterly. Ansem looked hurt. "Rassia, my Queen, you must tell me," he pleaded, but Rassia had no words to say to him. Ansem frowned and sighed heavily. "I cannot help if I do not know what I have done wrong."
"Don't you have some work to do?" Rassia spat catching Ansem by surprise.
"You are so much more important right now, Rassia," he said trying to comfort her.
"Right now?" she laughed. "I do not need you right now. I do not want you right now. It is when I cannot find you.... When you're gone and I'm...alone...." She spoke the word 'alone' carefully as she thought about Sephiroth. Her shoulders began to quiver with anger as she pulled her hands from Ansem's strong hold and let out a short, painful breath. She could control the tears that fell from her eyes, but she would still cry bitterly.
Ansem was now speechless as he watched Rassia side-step him and walk quickly towards the door. When he turned back around he noticed the shattered pieces of the fountain. He ran his finger along the fine edges of the shards before turning back around to chase after Rassia. However, before he could, he was hit with an image of Sora and the others on their way to Hallow Bastion. He needed to find the boy, Riku, and quickly. With a loud outburst of anguish he disappeared from the room.
Just above on the highest platform, Sephiroth perched. A maniacal smile etched on his lips as he had watched the entire scene. His plan was playing out perfectly. It would only be a matter of time before the quest for Darkness completely consumed and destroyed Ansem. Sephiroth stood and vanished to go find Rassia. He reappeared and found her leaning heavily against the invisible wall of the lift stop. Carefully he stepped up behind her and placed his hand daintily under her chin.
"I'm here now," he cooed as he turned her to face him. Rassia could no longer hold back. She wrapped her arms hard about Sephiroth's neck and cried bitterly into his chest.
The Heartless Queen converted her outfit back to her regular attire. She was satisfied for the time she and Sephiroth had just shared, but now the guilt was pulling at her inside. Placing a hand gently on the banister of the balcony just outside the library, she ran the past couple of hours in her mind. Sephiroth's gentle touch, his tender kiss, his soothing words, all so pure, but all too false. She knew the dangerous Sephiroth, treacherous and harsh. It was always a wonder to have him treat her as he did. Then again, if he was in fact using her to get at Ansem....
She could once again feel his hand caressing her skin, his smooth lips brushing against her neck and shoulders, and was drawn near to tears as she realized how long it had been since she and Ansem were together like that. She gripped the railing hard and began to follow it to the staircase. Slowly she descended, the images continuing, but with Ansem's face instead of Sephiroth's. Her hand reached mechanically to the Heartless necklace and she grabbed it forcefully.
Leave it. I don't mind...rung in her head as she recalled Sephiroth's words. She thought about when he kissed her, how his lips would skim the outside of the necklace. Was it a smile she felt curl onto his lips as did so? Was it a chuckle she heard as his hand massaged over it on its way to her neck? She clenched the symbol harder, its fine-cut edges digging into her soft hand. She reached the fountain at the base of the stairs and glared at the large Heartless symbol in the center of it. With a quick swipe of her free hand she shattered it into five glass pieces. The hand gripping the necklace squeezed harder.
He is not doing this for me, Rassia thought angrily. He does this purely to chastise Ansem. Blood slid from a fine cut in her hand, but Rassia paid no attention. And why should he not? Ansem deserves it! He says he loves me, but cannot show it. Sephiroth shows it. He is the only one who makes me feel loved. Curse Ansem and his senseless Darkness! Rassia clutched the black pendant with the mind to rip it from the necklace.
"My Love?" Ansem called quietly from behind her. Rassia spun around quickly and faced Ansem with a look of hated. Tears had been stinging her eyes and were drawn out from her quick pivot. A stream of blood glittered down her hand and darkened the pure ivory sleeves of her top. Ansem eyed her condition and walked quickly towards her, grabbing her bleeding hand and prying her sore fingers from around the pendants. He gazed at her hand and then up into her shimmering silver eyes.
"You're...bleeding?" he said in awe as he covered her hand with his own. Rassia frowned, but did not withdraw.
"We all bleed, Ansem," she spoke coldly. Ansem placed his other hand on her cheek and smoothed her hair. He could sense her anger and was hurt from it. He had no idea of the affair.
"What's wrong, my Dear?" he asked closing her Rassia's hand in his. With a quick bit of common magic he closed her thin wounds. Rassia could not think of what to say to him. It was hard for her to even hold his gaze, let alone speak clearly to him. Her eyes fell to the floor, but Ansem lifted her chin with his finger. A single lost tear fell from her eye and down her cheek, but her face remained still and irate as she gazed into Ansem's eyes.
"What have I done?" he whispered shaking his head. Rassia remained silent, afraid that her usually cool emotions would turn on her and cause her to cry bitterly. Ansem looked hurt. "Rassia, my Queen, you must tell me," he pleaded, but Rassia had no words to say to him. Ansem frowned and sighed heavily. "I cannot help if I do not know what I have done wrong."
"Don't you have some work to do?" Rassia spat catching Ansem by surprise.
"You are so much more important right now, Rassia," he said trying to comfort her.
"Right now?" she laughed. "I do not need you right now. I do not want you right now. It is when I cannot find you.... When you're gone and I'm...alone...." She spoke the word 'alone' carefully as she thought about Sephiroth. Her shoulders began to quiver with anger as she pulled her hands from Ansem's strong hold and let out a short, painful breath. She could control the tears that fell from her eyes, but she would still cry bitterly.
Ansem was now speechless as he watched Rassia side-step him and walk quickly towards the door. When he turned back around he noticed the shattered pieces of the fountain. He ran his finger along the fine edges of the shards before turning back around to chase after Rassia. However, before he could, he was hit with an image of Sora and the others on their way to Hallow Bastion. He needed to find the boy, Riku, and quickly. With a loud outburst of anguish he disappeared from the room.
Just above on the highest platform, Sephiroth perched. A maniacal smile etched on his lips as he had watched the entire scene. His plan was playing out perfectly. It would only be a matter of time before the quest for Darkness completely consumed and destroyed Ansem. Sephiroth stood and vanished to go find Rassia. He reappeared and found her leaning heavily against the invisible wall of the lift stop. Carefully he stepped up behind her and placed his hand daintily under her chin.
"I'm here now," he cooed as he turned her to face him. Rassia could no longer hold back. She wrapped her arms hard about Sephiroth's neck and cried bitterly into his chest.