Hear me queen of light

Help me through the night

And deep inside

Missing links are hurting...
-E-rotic: Queen of Light

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Sephiroth was aware of very few sensations as he began to awaken. He was aware that he was lying upon something soft. Rather... he was lying in his bed, blankets and all. Just what in the hell happened?

Ah, he knew what was happening. He had dreamt the fiasco from this morning. It was just a dream. He was going to wake up and be in his room, alone.

Yes, he thought as he opened his eyes, he was going to be—

"Hello, Sephiroth." Aerith looked down at him, with laughing eyes and an equally laughing mouth. She giggled at Sephiroth's gaping mouth as she laid a cold rag on his forehead.

"Aerith?" He blinked, unbelieving at the sight before him. She was here! She was alive! It wasn't a dream!! "What... how..."

"The Planet sent me. It's a long story." Aerith smiled and sat on a chair beside his bed, still amused at the rare sight before her; the Great Sephiroth, who fainted before her, lay tucked in his bed like a child, wide- eyed and wide-jawed at the very sight of her. Wow, had the Planet been right or what?

"Well, I have time." Sephiroth cleared his throat, determined to make an attempt at proving to her that he was, indeed, strong. Not weak. No, never weak. He sat up and looked down at her shorter form, eyes aglow with curiosity and the remaining surprise at her return.

Aerith sighed. "Basically, now that you're free of Jenova, the Planet knows that you need help to rebuild your life. It sent me to guide you."

Silence. Sephiroth stared at her, "So, does that mean you could help me answer some of my questions?"

"Questions about what?"

"Many things... my past, mostly." Sephiroth felt the soppy rag on his forehead suddenly lose its hold and slide down his face, landing in his lap. Aerith laughed and he stared daggers down at her. She paused for a moment, and then burst out laughing again. "Ah, so this is just a big joke to you, Cetra?" He smirked evilly and whipped the wet rag at her, only to have her dodge it, leaving the rag to hit the window with a wet *splat.*

"So this is the thanks I get for giving up my afterlife to help you, of all people?" Aerith smirked, "I seem to recall you being the one to kill me."

Silence again. Sephiroth turned his head away, pulling the blankets off and standing, walking to the window. Aerith furrowed her brow, standing and moving to stand beside him. "You have no idea, do you? You must think I wanted to do that."

"I don't understand much, but there's one thing I do know, and that's that it was Jenova, not you." She sighed. "I'm sorry I said that."

"You're sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for." Sephiroth shook his head and looked at her, "Let's discuss this later. I'm not in the mood right now."

Aerith nodded; it was best not to speak about this now, because it seemed that her return was making Sephiroth more moody than a pregnant chocobo. "Sephiroth, I have one thing to ask—"

"You can sleep in the guest room." He read her mind and she paused, before nodding in agreement.

Indeed, living with Sephiroth was going to be an interesting experience.