"So, you've come to kill me, no?" she said, arms folded in front of her, standing proudly.
"Not exactly," he said the controls still in his hand, "You don't deserve death."
"Then what do you intend to do with me?" she asked, idly inspecting her nails.
"I don't quite know yet," he said, relaxing his stance.
"You're quite irritating when you do that," he said, pointing at her face. She scowled deeper.
"It's my face," she said, determinedly, "Take it or leave it."
"Well, at least it's something useful for Halloween," he said, an odd sparkle in his eyes, "You'll scare children for sure." She huffed.
"Insufferable man," she muttered.
"The newspapers are still running," he said, handing said object to her.
"Good," she said, unfolding it, "then I can know what's been happening on this forsaken heap of rock."
"It wouldn't hurt if you acted happy once in awhile," he said, pulling the edge of the newspaper so he could look her in the eye. She blocked him with it again.
"Of course you would say that..." she mumbled, staring without comprehension at the page.
"Why?" she asked him, just before he closed the front door. He shrugged.
"Everyone deserves something," he said, "Even you."
"Even me..." she whispered after he finally closed the door.
"Hey, could I get a job?" she asked, flashing him a saccharine smile. He shook his head.
"I'm not falling for that act," he said, crossing his arms in a masculine stance. She exhaled slowly.
"You treat me as if I'm Sephiroth," she said, pouting this time. He laughed.
"That's not working either," he said, still chuckling, "Besides, you, my dear, are far worse." She resumed her usual scowl.
"Goddamn hypocrite," she said, stomping off.
"I had a family once," she said, talking at the wall, "I wasn't born from spite."
"I realize that," he said, taking a sip of coffee, "why else would I spare you? You are human, after all."
"What makes you the judge?" she spat out, ripping her eyes from the wall. He looked at her apprehensively.
"Perhaps you are my bit of atonement," he breathed out, "have you ever thought of that?"
"Power," she said, fiddling with a lock of hair, "Is the most selfish lover."
"Yes," he said, sketching something on a pad of paper, "but sometimes you have to turn your lover out."
"You felt it too..." she said, cautiously feeling each word, "Seductive. Delicious. Beautifully cold..."
"I guess I'm guilty," he said, pausing his work, "I tried to right it when it was too late."
"I was it," she said quietly, "I became it."
"No," he said, resuming his sketching, "I think you had a little too much spunk in you for that."
"Tell them about me," she said, regarding him beneath her eyelashes. He shook his head.
"I do not think it would be wise," he said, adjusting his hat.
"It's not like I matter anyway..." she hissed at him, hoping for a reaction.
"I highly doubt you would like to be the focus of their anger," he said, tipping his hat and making his way into the daylight.
"You don't realize what is at your grasp," she said, her eyes greatly affecting by the alcohol, making them look dull.
"Perhaps you should lie down," he said, coaxing the bottle from her hand.
"No!" she screamed, like a child, "I don't want to be cast off! I'm what every man wants!"
"Please," he said softly, "You won't like yourself in the morning if you keep this up."
"Oh?" she said, throwing back her head haughtily, "I already despise myself. What difference would it make?" She grabbed his collar roughly, pulling his face close to hers.
"Please," he said, his tone harsh, "I am not who you want. I am not Tseng."
"Who says I wanted him?" she hissed, "You'll serve as good as any other."
"I know whose name you whisper when no one else is listening..." he said, pulling free from her grip. She slumped forward.
"Fuck off," she muttered.
"No more drinking for me," she groaned, trying to pull herself off the couch.
"I never thought you'd be up this early," he said cheerfully, handing her a plate of breakfast. She stared at it questioningly.
"Gods," she mumbled, inaudible to him, "You are such a confusing man..."
"Did you ever know that we had a fling once?" she said, peering closely at him, "We were all drunk...Tseng didn't even remember..."
"I knew," he said, brushing an invisible dust particle off his sleeve, "You always looked different after...encounters."
"I didn't like to sleep with them," she said candidly, still staring into his features, "I hate sex. I always have."
He grinned. "You're far too easy to read," he said, shuffling uncomfortably, "Even if you were an expert."
"What does my face say now?" she asked pulling in close to him.
"That which I am most afraid of," he said, carefully pulling away.
"Scarlett," he said, shifting at her closeness, "Stop it."
"Do you even know how good I am?" she asked, closing further in on him, "I can even make you squirm."
"I think you've made a valid point," he said, flustered, "Please keep your distance."
"Fine," she said, giving him the distance he asked for, "I couldn't help it..."
"I hate you!" she cried, fat wet tears splotching her face, "I hate all of you!"
"Please calm down," he bumbled, holding out a napkin to her, which she shook off, angrily.
"Why? Why did you watch me all those years?" she sobbed, "Am I that hideous?"
"No, you're not hideous," he said, grinning a little, "When you're not crying you can look quite lovely." She scowled.
"I still hate you..." she said.
"You and your high and mighty Oz complex!" she said, throwing her arms in the air. He raised an eyebrow.
"What ever are you talking about?" he asked teasingly, crossing something out on the paper in front of him.
"You, Reeve," she said, hands defiantly on her hips, "The man behind the curtain."
"And what's so interesting about that?" he said, studying the paper, and then jumping back when he look up.
"You keep looking at my eyes," she said, her face inches from his, "I wonder what you see?"
He cleared his throat, "They...are actually more green than blue..." he whispered.
"I am going to kiss you," she said, a statement, not a question.
"Please don't," he whispered back. She blinked.
"You have realized that I find you..." she began, and then shut her mouth.
"Why did you have to be so..." he breathed, "beautiful?" She smiled.
"Because I wanted you to look at me."
Mwhaha! Bet you didn't see THAT coming! Yes, I'm becoming quite fond of unorthodox pairings... This actually allowed for a lot of creativity, undeveloped characters are always good like that...anyhow thanks for reading! More strange conversations to come...