Chapter 3
"Oh stop looking at me like I'm sucking all the life out of you." Tifa said with a sigh, after twenty minutes of ignoring Vincent's stare on her back, or glare. It seemed his blood red eyes were set in an eternal glare, as if everything and everyone were forbidden to delve into their depths, but then again, it made him more alluring.
Of course, Vincent did not reply, continuing to watch her actions in interest. He had not started his interrogation yet, and she had not offered anything, instead offering to fill his stomach up instead. Vincent had no quarrels with that, not having a decent home cooked meal since. he averted his gaze from Tifa, who was humming at her task, a small smile lighting her face as if she truly enjoyed this, as if she didn't mind feeding him. Maybe she was putting food poisoning in it, however, Vincent had been eyeing what she put in the shopping cart like a hawk, and nothing had slipped past his gaze unaffected. Maybe she hadn't wanted to be in Shinra to begin with, and was happy to be free.
"Ta da!" Tifa said cheerily, setting a dish in front of him, making his mouth water, though he stared down at it curiously. If it was as delicious as it smelled, Vincent was all too eager to consume it, though looked up at Tifa first, who was smiling eagerly at him.
She bit her lip nervously after a while, and then she sighed, shaking her head.
"Oh, I see. I have to taste it first, right?" Without another word, she bit into the food, chewing and glaring at him as if to say 'there!'. The meal continued in an uncomfortable silence, and finally Tifa sighed, pursing her lips. "If I told you everything about Shinra, what would you do?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, pointing her fork at him, as he eyed her with a slight bemused expression.
"It depends on your role in Shinra." Vincent said calmly, and Tifa laughed softly, a low tinkling sound that trickled in the air and invaded his senses, sending a slight shiver through him.
"My role in Shinra? I guess I could tell you that." Tifa said, crossing her legs, arching an eyebrow as she poked disinterestedly at her food for a moment with a slight sigh. "I am Cloud Strife's 'woman' and I am basically there for him if he has some tension to put it lightly." She tilted her head to the side to catch his expression, which was as unreadable as always, but she just smirked, rolling her eyes.
"I see." Vincent said after a moment, getting the idea, with a slight twitch of his eyebrow. Tifa gave a slight smile, looking at him with an amused expression on her face.
"So what about you? Why does a man like you work for the police?" Tifa asked curiously, and Vincent visibly tensed, though he supposed that piece of information wouldn't matter so much, so with a slight shrug, he spoke.
"It is something close to a family business. Everyone in my family has always been someone of the law." Vincent said, almost a bit bitterly. He had not liked the idea of being a lawyer, which required heated discussion, something Vincent despised, and he had tried his hand at undercover, and while he excelled at it. Lucercia.
"Are you okay?" Tifa's worried voice pierced through his thoughts and he glanced up, seeing genuine concern etched on her face, and he felt somewhat confused. Why would she care about his well being when she barely knew him, and he was the cause of her being torn from her beloved Cloud Shinra. Or maybe Cloud was a thing of the past, for she had addressed him with a bored tone in her voice.
He said nothing in reply, simply getting up and turning to her, a slight nod of his thanks was all he gave her, before pausing a moment, an almost thoughtful expression as he glanced at her.
"You can use my room." He said, before turning and walking off, Tifa's eyes following him, before she shook herself out of her daze. Yes, he had been 'civil' to her, but he was still the enemy, wasn't he?
She sighed, collecting the dishes off the table. Sometimes, it seemed, the lines blurred for her.
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"What do you mean she was kidnapped?" Cloud asked in a deadly calm voice, though his eyes were filled with mako fire as Aeris bowed her head, trying hard to keep her lips from quivering.
"I mean, some police officers raided the place and one caught Tifa." Aeris whispered again, bracing herself for Cloud's eruption of anger. But it never came, instead she heard a short, harsh chuckle.
"Oh, I see." His cold, piercing gaze turned back to Aeris, who gave a slight whimper. She had always feared Cloud and Rufus, and she supposed she was lucky that Zack had loved her.
Zack. tears threatened to well up into her wide green eyes again, but she suppressed it, instead glancing down at her hands which were clasped tightly on her pink dress.
Did Cloud really think she'd let her friend, and only friend here, be captured on purpose? If she had known something had was going to happen to Tifa, oh Holy, she would have silenced herself right then. She was the one who should have been kidnapped away, not poor Tifa. She alone deserved the fate that had ironically fallen onto Tifa's shoulders.
She let out a long, suffering sigh, wishing she could take back what she had done, she wished she didn't feel so guilty. She didn't know why Cloud held it against her, however. He was the one who was supposed to protect his 'woman' he was the one who should have saved Tifa.
She felt a wave of anger take a hold of her, biting her lip to keep silent, almost until it bled. It wasn't her fault Cloud was always so distant, maybe it was better that Tifa was gone. Maybe this would finally be the chance that Cloud could see what he had, and finally realize how much Tifa actually cared for the seemingly emotionless man.
"And where were you when she was kidnapped, if you don't mind my asking." Aeris snapped, a bit more accusing than she was used to. Instantly she blushed, lowering her gaze as she mentally scolded herself for her outburst, though Cloud only laughed.
"Trying to figure out who betrayed us, Aeris." She felt his cold blue eyes, like icy sheets of rain belting down on her, and she shivered. "So that this wouldn't happen again. That was better than being here, don't you agree?" Aeris didn't reply, and Cloud didn't force her to, instead, turning and striding out of the room, closing the door shut as Aeris felt the guilt take her once more. The mole. oh, how horrible her fate would be now. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tifa's eyes fluttered open, her eyelashes dancing on her skin for a moment, as she vaguely surveyed her surroundings. Where was she? She jolted up, eyes wide as she glanced around the room, almost frantic. This certainly wasn't hers, so where could she be?
Instantly everything came flooding back to her, and she sighed, flopping back down on the bed. Vincent's bed. Instantly she jolted out of bed, glimpsing around the room, her ears perked.
The sound of a hushed conversation reached her ears, and quietly, she slipped into the hallway, listening silently to Vincent talk on the phone. Or more ever, someone else talk to Vincent, since he seemed to be mostly quiet.
'Did you get any.?'
'What did you find.?'
'Shinra is moving.'
'Be careful.'
She could only catch bits and pieces of the conversation, and she nearly jumped when Vincent set the phone down with a slight sigh, turning his gaze to the place where she had been eavesdropping.
"Anything else you would like to add to your earlier comments?" He asked, his voice once again cold, and Tifa gave a slight nervous laugh, coming out from the doorway, rubbing the back of her head nervously.
"Wow, you really are good if you heard me." Vincent said nothing, instead turning his back to her as he settled himself once again on the table, shuffling through manila folders scattered across the wooden table.
Tifa blinked, pulling up a chair as she sat across from him, watching him slightly in interest as he poured over the reports. Raven black strands dripped into his face, much more different than Cloud's golden blonde, his red eyes roving across the paper almost appreciatively, like Cloud's blue eyes had once gazed upon her.
Instantly she slapped herself mentally, chiding at herself. Why was she comparing them anyway? She frowned, tilting her head to the side, unconsciously letting her eyes rest on Vincent.
Yes, Cloud had stopped showing his affection, but that didn't mean to run into the arms of the first available man, not to mention the one who had kidnapped her from Cloud in the first place. She pursed her lips, strangling a sigh in her throat. Then she blinked, looking at Vincent curiously.
"You never said what you planned to do with me after I told you about Shinra." Tifa blurted, chiding herself again as Vincent's red gaze flickered up to hers, and if she didn't know better, she was sure that there was amusement in his eyes.
"We would let you free, I suppose. You have nothing marring your record I would hope." Vincent said flatly, turning back to his work, and Tifa blinked, turning her gaze out the window.
Nothing marring her record. that was a laugh. How hilarious. Wouldn't helping criminals be something counted against her? Would she really deny any relationship she had with Cloud just for a chance for a real life? One with no strings attached?
She bit her lip, shaking her head slightly. She was in love with Cloud, and that was all there was to it. Saying she had nothing wrong on her record would be like betraying Cloud, and that was something she could never do. It would be like betraying herself.
"I've helped criminals, isn't that an offense?" Tifa asked softly, tilting her gaze back to Vincent, giving him a small smile as if the subject they were on was the most hilarious thing in the whole world, and only she and him knew about it.
He raised an eyebrow and looked at her with a slight expression on his face, though Tifa barely noticed or didn't catch it at all.
"I suppose, but if it is not so severe." Vincent let the sentence hang, and Tifa gave a slight laugh, shaking her head, getting up as she looked down at Vincent.
"I've seen some things." Tifa said, a bit mysteriously while she turned and walked off, the corner's of Vincent's mouth twitching upward. He had seen and done some things that should be on a criminal record. She was an intriguing creature, though she seemed genuinely kind. He hadn't had many people, friends or ex-foes that would cook him a dinner and try to make small talk and could withstand his unfaltering gaze.
He gave a slight shake of himself, rousing himself from his thoughts. It was dangerous to go down that road, and Vincent knew that more than anyone.
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"Please! Spare me!" Was the loud, high pitched squeal of the annoying insect in front of him. He didn't deserve to be called human, for he had already betrayed them, the mole that had cost them their cozy position hidden deep in the shadows. He had no sympathy for spineless bugs that played dangerous games and expected to rise above unharmed as if God. The thought made him smirk even more. God, what a laugh. The very word made him sick. Where was God now, he wondered.
Ignoring the helpless pleading, he raised his long sword above his head, a small smirk crossing his features malevolently, his green eyes flashing with flames of that from h***.
With a strip of moonlight from the generous full moon, the man was stabbed clean through, eyes wide as he sputtered, blood spewing from the wound and from his mouth as he slid from the long blade of the sword.
Sephiroth ignored the corpse, looking up into the elegant light of the moon, shining down on his blood splattered face, pale and almost noble. His green eyes no longer held the evil look in it, however, calm, almost guilty.
"Sephiroth." He turned around to see Cloud Shinra, looking down at the twisted bleeding corpse of the man he had slain without a second thought. He said nothing, his cold eyes roving over the man's face, not one to be disturbed right after killing. Everyone knew that, and few had the courage to face him, especially right after he had slain someone.
He had no love for the 'people' at Shinra. He only stayed for the pay was good, and it held the answers he desperately wanted. He wanted to know where he came from, and his parents, and for that, he would play little puppet for a while longer, though his patience was quickly wearing thin, as was Shinra's use to him.
"What do you want, Shinra. I have no time for this." Sephiroth said icily, his eyes taking a dangerous glint as he gave a flick of his sword, all the blood being swiped up into the wind, splattering sickeningly against the pavement as he sheathed his sword, his smirk growing a bit as he saw Cloud's disgusted face.
"I have a favor to ask of you." Cloud said, turning his blue eyes back up to his own, cold and calculating, just like his elder brother's. Their similarities were something that made Sephiroth chuckle, for they both were fools.
"I do not do favors Shinra, you know that. Get to the point." Sephiroth snapped, not in the mood for pleasantries, and Cloud turned his gaze back to the corpse, a small fond smile on his face as he watched the man bleed.
"Get Tifa back for me." Sephiroth paused, well aware of the girl being kidnapped. What would he be if he were ill informed? Knowledge was, after all, power, and Sephiroth had plenty of that.
"Get to it Shinra. Where is she?" Sephiroth said coolly, hoping this would be a challenge, as he hadn't had one since the last time he and the spiky haired blonde had fought.
"She's being held at a residence belonging to Vincent Valentine. Heard of him?" It was more of a statement than question, since everyone knew of Vincent Valentine. He had used to work for them, until he left for the police, after Shinra had of course, killed his lover. Of course, it could be a lie, like everything else in Shinra seemed to be. It was so hard to get reliable information out of babbling idiots.
"Yes." Sephiroth stated, his eyes flickering back to his sword, a kind of pleased smile spreading slowly across his face. Finally, a challenge worthy of his time. Vincent Valentine, was it?
"I want you to leave-." Shinra started, but Sephiroth looked up coldly, a small smirk on his face as he fingered his prized sword, the Masamune.
"I will take my leave now." And just like that, he was swept up into the wind, disappearing into the threads of moonlight that had beamed down into the alleyway.
~*Author's Notes*~ A bit dark, I think, but then again, that's just me. Hehe! That was a long sucker, so be happy for a while, m'kay? Makes my job easier. And yea! Sephiroth made his appearance. You didn't think nothing would happen during the whole story, did you? This may come as a surprise to you, but this story has an actual plot. *gasp shock horror* Yup. Well, anyway, please read and review.
"Oh stop looking at me like I'm sucking all the life out of you." Tifa said with a sigh, after twenty minutes of ignoring Vincent's stare on her back, or glare. It seemed his blood red eyes were set in an eternal glare, as if everything and everyone were forbidden to delve into their depths, but then again, it made him more alluring.
Of course, Vincent did not reply, continuing to watch her actions in interest. He had not started his interrogation yet, and she had not offered anything, instead offering to fill his stomach up instead. Vincent had no quarrels with that, not having a decent home cooked meal since. he averted his gaze from Tifa, who was humming at her task, a small smile lighting her face as if she truly enjoyed this, as if she didn't mind feeding him. Maybe she was putting food poisoning in it, however, Vincent had been eyeing what she put in the shopping cart like a hawk, and nothing had slipped past his gaze unaffected. Maybe she hadn't wanted to be in Shinra to begin with, and was happy to be free.
"Ta da!" Tifa said cheerily, setting a dish in front of him, making his mouth water, though he stared down at it curiously. If it was as delicious as it smelled, Vincent was all too eager to consume it, though looked up at Tifa first, who was smiling eagerly at him.
She bit her lip nervously after a while, and then she sighed, shaking her head.
"Oh, I see. I have to taste it first, right?" Without another word, she bit into the food, chewing and glaring at him as if to say 'there!'. The meal continued in an uncomfortable silence, and finally Tifa sighed, pursing her lips. "If I told you everything about Shinra, what would you do?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, pointing her fork at him, as he eyed her with a slight bemused expression.
"It depends on your role in Shinra." Vincent said calmly, and Tifa laughed softly, a low tinkling sound that trickled in the air and invaded his senses, sending a slight shiver through him.
"My role in Shinra? I guess I could tell you that." Tifa said, crossing her legs, arching an eyebrow as she poked disinterestedly at her food for a moment with a slight sigh. "I am Cloud Strife's 'woman' and I am basically there for him if he has some tension to put it lightly." She tilted her head to the side to catch his expression, which was as unreadable as always, but she just smirked, rolling her eyes.
"I see." Vincent said after a moment, getting the idea, with a slight twitch of his eyebrow. Tifa gave a slight smile, looking at him with an amused expression on her face.
"So what about you? Why does a man like you work for the police?" Tifa asked curiously, and Vincent visibly tensed, though he supposed that piece of information wouldn't matter so much, so with a slight shrug, he spoke.
"It is something close to a family business. Everyone in my family has always been someone of the law." Vincent said, almost a bit bitterly. He had not liked the idea of being a lawyer, which required heated discussion, something Vincent despised, and he had tried his hand at undercover, and while he excelled at it. Lucercia.
"Are you okay?" Tifa's worried voice pierced through his thoughts and he glanced up, seeing genuine concern etched on her face, and he felt somewhat confused. Why would she care about his well being when she barely knew him, and he was the cause of her being torn from her beloved Cloud Shinra. Or maybe Cloud was a thing of the past, for she had addressed him with a bored tone in her voice.
He said nothing in reply, simply getting up and turning to her, a slight nod of his thanks was all he gave her, before pausing a moment, an almost thoughtful expression as he glanced at her.
"You can use my room." He said, before turning and walking off, Tifa's eyes following him, before she shook herself out of her daze. Yes, he had been 'civil' to her, but he was still the enemy, wasn't he?
She sighed, collecting the dishes off the table. Sometimes, it seemed, the lines blurred for her.
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"What do you mean she was kidnapped?" Cloud asked in a deadly calm voice, though his eyes were filled with mako fire as Aeris bowed her head, trying hard to keep her lips from quivering.
"I mean, some police officers raided the place and one caught Tifa." Aeris whispered again, bracing herself for Cloud's eruption of anger. But it never came, instead she heard a short, harsh chuckle.
"Oh, I see." His cold, piercing gaze turned back to Aeris, who gave a slight whimper. She had always feared Cloud and Rufus, and she supposed she was lucky that Zack had loved her.
Zack. tears threatened to well up into her wide green eyes again, but she suppressed it, instead glancing down at her hands which were clasped tightly on her pink dress.
Did Cloud really think she'd let her friend, and only friend here, be captured on purpose? If she had known something had was going to happen to Tifa, oh Holy, she would have silenced herself right then. She was the one who should have been kidnapped away, not poor Tifa. She alone deserved the fate that had ironically fallen onto Tifa's shoulders.
She let out a long, suffering sigh, wishing she could take back what she had done, she wished she didn't feel so guilty. She didn't know why Cloud held it against her, however. He was the one who was supposed to protect his 'woman' he was the one who should have saved Tifa.
She felt a wave of anger take a hold of her, biting her lip to keep silent, almost until it bled. It wasn't her fault Cloud was always so distant, maybe it was better that Tifa was gone. Maybe this would finally be the chance that Cloud could see what he had, and finally realize how much Tifa actually cared for the seemingly emotionless man.
"And where were you when she was kidnapped, if you don't mind my asking." Aeris snapped, a bit more accusing than she was used to. Instantly she blushed, lowering her gaze as she mentally scolded herself for her outburst, though Cloud only laughed.
"Trying to figure out who betrayed us, Aeris." She felt his cold blue eyes, like icy sheets of rain belting down on her, and she shivered. "So that this wouldn't happen again. That was better than being here, don't you agree?" Aeris didn't reply, and Cloud didn't force her to, instead, turning and striding out of the room, closing the door shut as Aeris felt the guilt take her once more. The mole. oh, how horrible her fate would be now. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tifa's eyes fluttered open, her eyelashes dancing on her skin for a moment, as she vaguely surveyed her surroundings. Where was she? She jolted up, eyes wide as she glanced around the room, almost frantic. This certainly wasn't hers, so where could she be?
Instantly everything came flooding back to her, and she sighed, flopping back down on the bed. Vincent's bed. Instantly she jolted out of bed, glimpsing around the room, her ears perked.
The sound of a hushed conversation reached her ears, and quietly, she slipped into the hallway, listening silently to Vincent talk on the phone. Or more ever, someone else talk to Vincent, since he seemed to be mostly quiet.
'Did you get any.?'
'What did you find.?'
'Shinra is moving.'
'Be careful.'
She could only catch bits and pieces of the conversation, and she nearly jumped when Vincent set the phone down with a slight sigh, turning his gaze to the place where she had been eavesdropping.
"Anything else you would like to add to your earlier comments?" He asked, his voice once again cold, and Tifa gave a slight nervous laugh, coming out from the doorway, rubbing the back of her head nervously.
"Wow, you really are good if you heard me." Vincent said nothing, instead turning his back to her as he settled himself once again on the table, shuffling through manila folders scattered across the wooden table.
Tifa blinked, pulling up a chair as she sat across from him, watching him slightly in interest as he poured over the reports. Raven black strands dripped into his face, much more different than Cloud's golden blonde, his red eyes roving across the paper almost appreciatively, like Cloud's blue eyes had once gazed upon her.
Instantly she slapped herself mentally, chiding at herself. Why was she comparing them anyway? She frowned, tilting her head to the side, unconsciously letting her eyes rest on Vincent.
Yes, Cloud had stopped showing his affection, but that didn't mean to run into the arms of the first available man, not to mention the one who had kidnapped her from Cloud in the first place. She pursed her lips, strangling a sigh in her throat. Then she blinked, looking at Vincent curiously.
"You never said what you planned to do with me after I told you about Shinra." Tifa blurted, chiding herself again as Vincent's red gaze flickered up to hers, and if she didn't know better, she was sure that there was amusement in his eyes.
"We would let you free, I suppose. You have nothing marring your record I would hope." Vincent said flatly, turning back to his work, and Tifa blinked, turning her gaze out the window.
Nothing marring her record. that was a laugh. How hilarious. Wouldn't helping criminals be something counted against her? Would she really deny any relationship she had with Cloud just for a chance for a real life? One with no strings attached?
She bit her lip, shaking her head slightly. She was in love with Cloud, and that was all there was to it. Saying she had nothing wrong on her record would be like betraying Cloud, and that was something she could never do. It would be like betraying herself.
"I've helped criminals, isn't that an offense?" Tifa asked softly, tilting her gaze back to Vincent, giving him a small smile as if the subject they were on was the most hilarious thing in the whole world, and only she and him knew about it.
He raised an eyebrow and looked at her with a slight expression on his face, though Tifa barely noticed or didn't catch it at all.
"I suppose, but if it is not so severe." Vincent let the sentence hang, and Tifa gave a slight laugh, shaking her head, getting up as she looked down at Vincent.
"I've seen some things." Tifa said, a bit mysteriously while she turned and walked off, the corner's of Vincent's mouth twitching upward. He had seen and done some things that should be on a criminal record. She was an intriguing creature, though she seemed genuinely kind. He hadn't had many people, friends or ex-foes that would cook him a dinner and try to make small talk and could withstand his unfaltering gaze.
He gave a slight shake of himself, rousing himself from his thoughts. It was dangerous to go down that road, and Vincent knew that more than anyone.
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"Please! Spare me!" Was the loud, high pitched squeal of the annoying insect in front of him. He didn't deserve to be called human, for he had already betrayed them, the mole that had cost them their cozy position hidden deep in the shadows. He had no sympathy for spineless bugs that played dangerous games and expected to rise above unharmed as if God. The thought made him smirk even more. God, what a laugh. The very word made him sick. Where was God now, he wondered.
Ignoring the helpless pleading, he raised his long sword above his head, a small smirk crossing his features malevolently, his green eyes flashing with flames of that from h***.
With a strip of moonlight from the generous full moon, the man was stabbed clean through, eyes wide as he sputtered, blood spewing from the wound and from his mouth as he slid from the long blade of the sword.
Sephiroth ignored the corpse, looking up into the elegant light of the moon, shining down on his blood splattered face, pale and almost noble. His green eyes no longer held the evil look in it, however, calm, almost guilty.
"Sephiroth." He turned around to see Cloud Shinra, looking down at the twisted bleeding corpse of the man he had slain without a second thought. He said nothing, his cold eyes roving over the man's face, not one to be disturbed right after killing. Everyone knew that, and few had the courage to face him, especially right after he had slain someone.
He had no love for the 'people' at Shinra. He only stayed for the pay was good, and it held the answers he desperately wanted. He wanted to know where he came from, and his parents, and for that, he would play little puppet for a while longer, though his patience was quickly wearing thin, as was Shinra's use to him.
"What do you want, Shinra. I have no time for this." Sephiroth said icily, his eyes taking a dangerous glint as he gave a flick of his sword, all the blood being swiped up into the wind, splattering sickeningly against the pavement as he sheathed his sword, his smirk growing a bit as he saw Cloud's disgusted face.
"I have a favor to ask of you." Cloud said, turning his blue eyes back up to his own, cold and calculating, just like his elder brother's. Their similarities were something that made Sephiroth chuckle, for they both were fools.
"I do not do favors Shinra, you know that. Get to the point." Sephiroth snapped, not in the mood for pleasantries, and Cloud turned his gaze back to the corpse, a small fond smile on his face as he watched the man bleed.
"Get Tifa back for me." Sephiroth paused, well aware of the girl being kidnapped. What would he be if he were ill informed? Knowledge was, after all, power, and Sephiroth had plenty of that.
"Get to it Shinra. Where is she?" Sephiroth said coolly, hoping this would be a challenge, as he hadn't had one since the last time he and the spiky haired blonde had fought.
"She's being held at a residence belonging to Vincent Valentine. Heard of him?" It was more of a statement than question, since everyone knew of Vincent Valentine. He had used to work for them, until he left for the police, after Shinra had of course, killed his lover. Of course, it could be a lie, like everything else in Shinra seemed to be. It was so hard to get reliable information out of babbling idiots.
"Yes." Sephiroth stated, his eyes flickering back to his sword, a kind of pleased smile spreading slowly across his face. Finally, a challenge worthy of his time. Vincent Valentine, was it?
"I want you to leave-." Shinra started, but Sephiroth looked up coldly, a small smirk on his face as he fingered his prized sword, the Masamune.
"I will take my leave now." And just like that, he was swept up into the wind, disappearing into the threads of moonlight that had beamed down into the alleyway.
~*Author's Notes*~ A bit dark, I think, but then again, that's just me. Hehe! That was a long sucker, so be happy for a while, m'kay? Makes my job easier. And yea! Sephiroth made his appearance. You didn't think nothing would happen during the whole story, did you? This may come as a surprise to you, but this story has an actual plot. *gasp shock horror* Yup. Well, anyway, please read and review.