Sorry it's taken so long to add this chapter. As usual, i don't own FF7 or and characters from it. I created Jen so there.
Jen wrapped a towel around herself as she stepped out of the bath. The warm water was rushing down the drain, filling the room with a whirling sound. Jen's hair clung to her head and shoulders as she hurriedly tried to dry it.
To Jen, having no previous experience with a bath, found it very warming. Her clothes where thrown on the counter, covered in mud, dirt and blood from the travel over the mountains. Sephiroth left as soon as he ordered the room and left Jen with the key. Where ever he when was anyone's guess.
The mirror in the room was now foggy; Jen appeared as only a blur. She moved her hand across the glass surface to clear the mist away. She looked at herself: wet hair that still clung to her, water all over her, giving her skin a soggy appearance. Jen went back to drying up.
Outside on one of the beds, was a few outfits. However they arrived was beyond Jen. The only thing was a note from the front desk. Jen looked at the scribbles on the note and sighed. She couldn't read any of it. She tried on some of the outfits, which ranged from classy business suits to pyjamas. One that caught her eye while she sliped a blouse off was a large messy gray shirt. The tight clothes she had recived didn't suit her at. However, the shirt was much to large for her. Her shoulders kept showing and the bottom reached down to her knees. It was very soft and she seemed almost glad to get out of the stained clothing she had arrived in.
Along side the clothes, were several girl like things. Among them was a large brush. Jen picked it up and looked at the shiny side of the brush. Peering into the handle, Jen could see her inverted reflection. She flipped the brush over to the rough side. The bristles were sharp and pointy to Jen but she knew it must have been for something. With the brush in one hand, Jen made her way back to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Jen looked into the mirror. Her once terribly messy purple and green hair was now sleek and shiny. It drapped over her shoulders and almost hid her eyes. Unsure of how many hours had past, Jen reached for the door but stopped before she could turn the knob.
Voices. Well, only one. Sephiroth was back, and from the sound of it, was walking back and forth. But it was the conversation he was having that was bothering Jen. It was one-sided. Sephiroth was doing all the talking. Every question he asked, was instantly answered by the silence.
Sephiroth was talking to something. Jen moved closer to the door, her ears craning to hear the other persons name. Jen placed her hands on the door and moved closer. The door had other plans. It swung open, flinging Jen into the room, right infront of Sephiroth. Jen hit the floor, moaning as she got up. Sephiroth stood infront of her. The girl backed away and quickly stood up.
" I heard the voices and i though...."
Sephiroth cut her off. He was standing close to her. Too close for Jen's comfort. She tried desperatly to move but her legs didn't obay her mind. Sephiroth moved forward and wrapped his arms around Jen, holding her close. The girl quickly reacted, struggling to get away. But it was useless. Sephiroth was much stronger that Jen; her feeble attempt to excape was barely hurting him. Jen slowly gave in, exausted from trying to excape. She rested her head on Sephiroth's chest, listening to his heart beat. He held Jen's chin in his and and lifted it so that they were looking into each others eyes. Jen wasn't sure what to expect next. To her surprise, Sephiroth leaned over and kissed her. She was lost instantly as they stayed in this embrace. He slowly backed away a few moments later and looked softly into her eyes.
" I got you something while i was out...."
Jen looked at him. " You did?"
Sephiroth nodded and looked at the wrapped gift on the bed. Jen looked at it oddly.
" What is it?" She asked.
Sephiroth let her go. " Go see."
Jen walked over to the gift and unwrapped it slowly. She gasped at the gift infront of her. It was a sword but it bore a resemblance to Sephiroth's sword.
" That is Murasame," Sephiroth explained. " It is the twin of Masamune."
" You think i can handle a sword like this?" Jen asked, holding Murasame.
Sephiroth looked at her. " If i can, you can."
Jen looked at Murasame for a moment and then back at Sephiroth, who was lying on the bed.
" You will teach me how to fight with Murasame right?"
Sephiroth looked at her. " Of course."
Jen smiled and sat down next to Sephiroth. They looked deep into each others eyes for a moment.
" Did you really mean that kiss?"
Jen wrapped a towel around herself as she stepped out of the bath. The warm water was rushing down the drain, filling the room with a whirling sound. Jen's hair clung to her head and shoulders as she hurriedly tried to dry it.
To Jen, having no previous experience with a bath, found it very warming. Her clothes where thrown on the counter, covered in mud, dirt and blood from the travel over the mountains. Sephiroth left as soon as he ordered the room and left Jen with the key. Where ever he when was anyone's guess.
The mirror in the room was now foggy; Jen appeared as only a blur. She moved her hand across the glass surface to clear the mist away. She looked at herself: wet hair that still clung to her, water all over her, giving her skin a soggy appearance. Jen went back to drying up.
Outside on one of the beds, was a few outfits. However they arrived was beyond Jen. The only thing was a note from the front desk. Jen looked at the scribbles on the note and sighed. She couldn't read any of it. She tried on some of the outfits, which ranged from classy business suits to pyjamas. One that caught her eye while she sliped a blouse off was a large messy gray shirt. The tight clothes she had recived didn't suit her at. However, the shirt was much to large for her. Her shoulders kept showing and the bottom reached down to her knees. It was very soft and she seemed almost glad to get out of the stained clothing she had arrived in.
Along side the clothes, were several girl like things. Among them was a large brush. Jen picked it up and looked at the shiny side of the brush. Peering into the handle, Jen could see her inverted reflection. She flipped the brush over to the rough side. The bristles were sharp and pointy to Jen but she knew it must have been for something. With the brush in one hand, Jen made her way back to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Jen looked into the mirror. Her once terribly messy purple and green hair was now sleek and shiny. It drapped over her shoulders and almost hid her eyes. Unsure of how many hours had past, Jen reached for the door but stopped before she could turn the knob.
Voices. Well, only one. Sephiroth was back, and from the sound of it, was walking back and forth. But it was the conversation he was having that was bothering Jen. It was one-sided. Sephiroth was doing all the talking. Every question he asked, was instantly answered by the silence.
Sephiroth was talking to something. Jen moved closer to the door, her ears craning to hear the other persons name. Jen placed her hands on the door and moved closer. The door had other plans. It swung open, flinging Jen into the room, right infront of Sephiroth. Jen hit the floor, moaning as she got up. Sephiroth stood infront of her. The girl backed away and quickly stood up.
" I heard the voices and i though...."
Sephiroth cut her off. He was standing close to her. Too close for Jen's comfort. She tried desperatly to move but her legs didn't obay her mind. Sephiroth moved forward and wrapped his arms around Jen, holding her close. The girl quickly reacted, struggling to get away. But it was useless. Sephiroth was much stronger that Jen; her feeble attempt to excape was barely hurting him. Jen slowly gave in, exausted from trying to excape. She rested her head on Sephiroth's chest, listening to his heart beat. He held Jen's chin in his and and lifted it so that they were looking into each others eyes. Jen wasn't sure what to expect next. To her surprise, Sephiroth leaned over and kissed her. She was lost instantly as they stayed in this embrace. He slowly backed away a few moments later and looked softly into her eyes.
" I got you something while i was out...."
Jen looked at him. " You did?"
Sephiroth nodded and looked at the wrapped gift on the bed. Jen looked at it oddly.
" What is it?" She asked.
Sephiroth let her go. " Go see."
Jen walked over to the gift and unwrapped it slowly. She gasped at the gift infront of her. It was a sword but it bore a resemblance to Sephiroth's sword.
" That is Murasame," Sephiroth explained. " It is the twin of Masamune."
" You think i can handle a sword like this?" Jen asked, holding Murasame.
Sephiroth looked at her. " If i can, you can."
Jen looked at Murasame for a moment and then back at Sephiroth, who was lying on the bed.
" You will teach me how to fight with Murasame right?"
Sephiroth looked at her. " Of course."
Jen smiled and sat down next to Sephiroth. They looked deep into each others eyes for a moment.
" Did you really mean that kiss?"