Fifth chapter. I'm sorry for not updating, but I've had a terrible writers-
block. Hopefully, this chapter will be longer than the last.
A/N: I would like to warn anyone reading this, it was along time since I played FFVII, and I can't remember exactly how the world map looks like, and therefore the directions and locations are a bit vague.
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ The same morning.
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Sephiroth had taken to coming to the bar early in the morning, when only Tifa was there, to spare himself from the questions that were likely to occur. Over the weeks it had almost become a ritual.
They wouldn't talk much, but neither of them were very talkative. Even if they didn't talk, he had learned things about Tifa that he was sure no one else knew, at least none of her former comrades in AVALANCHE. Like how she wasn't really a morning person, but she pretended to be just so that others would be able to sleep longer, knowing she was taking care of everything. Like how much she despised broccoli. (He had been present when one of her co-workers had offered her a piece. His ears were still ringing.) Little things, but he liked the fact that he knew them.
Now he was on his way to Seventh Heaven. He hadn't figured out why exactly he still hung around the bar. After all, he should be in Midgar, to re-join the ranks of SOLDIER. That had been his original plan, at least.
He reached the bar, and was surprised when it wasn't open. That was not usual. Something must be wrong, Tifa was never late. Sure, he had been busy the last few days, but he was sure he had seen Tifa yesterday, near the bar. Sephiroth stood there, uncertain of what to do. He couldn't go and check if anything was wrong, since he didn't know where she lived. He might as well go back to his hotel room.
" Excuse me sir?" A voice called behind him.
He turned around and faced a young girl, who was coming towards the bar. He recognized her as one of Tifa's co-workers, Anne, or something like that.
" Yes?"
" We don't open yet. But you can come back in about two hours."
Sephiroth nodded, and turned to walk away, when a thought struck him. This girl ought to know..
" Do you know where Ms Lockheart is?" He asked her, ignoring the strange look she gave him.
"Yes. She won't be coming today, she's ill." She answered. Sephiroth's eyebrows knitted. That was odd. Tifa had been perfectly fine the day before. He didn't know of any virus that struck that fast.
" When is she expected to be back?"
" I'm not sure. Tomorrow, maybe?"
Sephiroth thanked her, and left. /If Tifa saw me now, she'd laugh. I never used to say thank you. Not even before JENOVA./ He thought, and then mentally slapped himself. He wasn't supposed to care about what others thought, least of all her.
Now he was certain something was seriously wrong with Tifa. She wasn't the type to get sick over night. In fact, she had been almost annoyingly healthy over the three weeks he had come to know her. /Stop it, Sephiroth! You are not going to care about the health of your enemy!/ Former enemy, he reminded himself. / You might as well leave Nibelhem. You should have done so long ago./
Much as he hated to admit it, he was right this time. Ever since he had come back, there had been this annoying presence in the back of his mind, like a voice of reason. Every time he found himself doing something that the great General Sephiroth wouldn't have done, it popped up in his mind, pointing it out to him. It wasn't as powerful or as convincing as JENOVA had been, but it was annoying never the less.
He was right this time, there wasn't anything for him here. He should have left a long time ago, but something had held him back. Now he knew what it was. Tifa Lockheart. He had allowed himself to get close to the girl, he had started to care. That was definitely not good. If he cared, there was a possibility that she could hurt him. It made him a target. It made him weak.
He glanced back at the bar, and made his decision. He would leave Nibelhem while he still could. He would push any thoughts of Tifa from his mind, and he wouldn't care about her. He would go to Cosmo Canyon and forget e ever met her. It was the best thing to do.
Sephiroth made sure that there was no one else on the street, and then jumped up on the roof of the building beside him. He looked out over the roof tops of Nibelhem, as if imprinting the sight in his memory. He shook his head. Lingering here would serve no purpose.
He left Nibelhem without a backward glance. The place had no significance to him, none at all. /That's right, Sephiroth. It is only a pathetic excuse for a village. You might as well burn it down again /
This time, he ignored his ´inner pyro´, and continued walking. Once was enough. He wasn't about to burn it down again, that would be rather useless, as the inhabitants would only rebuild it again and again, no matter how many times he burned the wretched place to the ground.
/But why not let them rebuild it? They are lazy anyway./
He growled in frustration at the voice in his head. It was getting on his nerves, and nothing he did could stop it. Of course he could ignore it, but it was getting hard to do. Once again, he shook his head, and walked on.
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And that's it for this chapter. I will get somewhere with the plot soon (Or at least I hope so).
I would like to thank my reweiwers! You are great for my confidence!
Ice-Angel - Well, you'll see about that.
Angel Sassy - Here it is.
Lady Death - I probably won't update so soon, because of my other fics.
The Great Anonymous - Thank you.
GAU28 - Aww.*blushes* Thanks! I'm glad you like it.
Volk Zyta - I thought so too. That's why I'm writing it.
miss d - It was you who stole them? No wonder I couldn't find them when she asked for them.
Miko no Kikyou/Kasumi - Here you go.
A/N: I would like to warn anyone reading this, it was along time since I played FFVII, and I can't remember exactly how the world map looks like, and therefore the directions and locations are a bit vague.
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ The same morning.
.
Sephiroth had taken to coming to the bar early in the morning, when only Tifa was there, to spare himself from the questions that were likely to occur. Over the weeks it had almost become a ritual.
They wouldn't talk much, but neither of them were very talkative. Even if they didn't talk, he had learned things about Tifa that he was sure no one else knew, at least none of her former comrades in AVALANCHE. Like how she wasn't really a morning person, but she pretended to be just so that others would be able to sleep longer, knowing she was taking care of everything. Like how much she despised broccoli. (He had been present when one of her co-workers had offered her a piece. His ears were still ringing.) Little things, but he liked the fact that he knew them.
Now he was on his way to Seventh Heaven. He hadn't figured out why exactly he still hung around the bar. After all, he should be in Midgar, to re-join the ranks of SOLDIER. That had been his original plan, at least.
He reached the bar, and was surprised when it wasn't open. That was not usual. Something must be wrong, Tifa was never late. Sure, he had been busy the last few days, but he was sure he had seen Tifa yesterday, near the bar. Sephiroth stood there, uncertain of what to do. He couldn't go and check if anything was wrong, since he didn't know where she lived. He might as well go back to his hotel room.
" Excuse me sir?" A voice called behind him.
He turned around and faced a young girl, who was coming towards the bar. He recognized her as one of Tifa's co-workers, Anne, or something like that.
" Yes?"
" We don't open yet. But you can come back in about two hours."
Sephiroth nodded, and turned to walk away, when a thought struck him. This girl ought to know..
" Do you know where Ms Lockheart is?" He asked her, ignoring the strange look she gave him.
"Yes. She won't be coming today, she's ill." She answered. Sephiroth's eyebrows knitted. That was odd. Tifa had been perfectly fine the day before. He didn't know of any virus that struck that fast.
" When is she expected to be back?"
" I'm not sure. Tomorrow, maybe?"
Sephiroth thanked her, and left. /If Tifa saw me now, she'd laugh. I never used to say thank you. Not even before JENOVA./ He thought, and then mentally slapped himself. He wasn't supposed to care about what others thought, least of all her.
Now he was certain something was seriously wrong with Tifa. She wasn't the type to get sick over night. In fact, she had been almost annoyingly healthy over the three weeks he had come to know her. /Stop it, Sephiroth! You are not going to care about the health of your enemy!/ Former enemy, he reminded himself. / You might as well leave Nibelhem. You should have done so long ago./
Much as he hated to admit it, he was right this time. Ever since he had come back, there had been this annoying presence in the back of his mind, like a voice of reason. Every time he found himself doing something that the great General Sephiroth wouldn't have done, it popped up in his mind, pointing it out to him. It wasn't as powerful or as convincing as JENOVA had been, but it was annoying never the less.
He was right this time, there wasn't anything for him here. He should have left a long time ago, but something had held him back. Now he knew what it was. Tifa Lockheart. He had allowed himself to get close to the girl, he had started to care. That was definitely not good. If he cared, there was a possibility that she could hurt him. It made him a target. It made him weak.
He glanced back at the bar, and made his decision. He would leave Nibelhem while he still could. He would push any thoughts of Tifa from his mind, and he wouldn't care about her. He would go to Cosmo Canyon and forget e ever met her. It was the best thing to do.
Sephiroth made sure that there was no one else on the street, and then jumped up on the roof of the building beside him. He looked out over the roof tops of Nibelhem, as if imprinting the sight in his memory. He shook his head. Lingering here would serve no purpose.
He left Nibelhem without a backward glance. The place had no significance to him, none at all. /That's right, Sephiroth. It is only a pathetic excuse for a village. You might as well burn it down again /
This time, he ignored his ´inner pyro´, and continued walking. Once was enough. He wasn't about to burn it down again, that would be rather useless, as the inhabitants would only rebuild it again and again, no matter how many times he burned the wretched place to the ground.
/But why not let them rebuild it? They are lazy anyway./
He growled in frustration at the voice in his head. It was getting on his nerves, and nothing he did could stop it. Of course he could ignore it, but it was getting hard to do. Once again, he shook his head, and walked on.
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And that's it for this chapter. I will get somewhere with the plot soon (Or at least I hope so).
I would like to thank my reweiwers! You are great for my confidence!
Ice-Angel - Well, you'll see about that.
Angel Sassy - Here it is.
Lady Death - I probably won't update so soon, because of my other fics.
The Great Anonymous - Thank you.
GAU28 - Aww.*blushes* Thanks! I'm glad you like it.
Volk Zyta - I thought so too. That's why I'm writing it.
miss d - It was you who stole them? No wonder I couldn't find them when she asked for them.
Miko no Kikyou/Kasumi - Here you go.
