Someone to Love
-three-
Cartoons were certainly good. Despite what all the grand parents and teachers would tell kids about Cartoons rotting minds. They would watch them anyway. Sephiroth and Tifa would sit on the couch and watch the Cartoon Channel for hours on end. They both liked them for some reason. Sephiroth had grown fond of Lick and Frisky while Tifa enjoyed the Wutiaan Animation that played during the daytime while kids should be at school.
A whole month passed without incidence. Tifa got back on track with her self, and hadn't tried anything remotely dangerous. While Sephiroth recovered unconsciously. They soon found that they got along rather well. They would only get in a few squabbles here and then and only over petty things like what to watch or what to eat, and even then it wasn't too bad, she had even cut his hair for him. Now it was a neat short cut that most men had.
Tifa hands healed nicely, mostly because of Sephiroth's military medical skills. She had to admit to herself that he wasn't that bad of a guy. Yeah he was the man that had killed her father and Burned down her hometown, but he seemed like he knew what he did was wrong and that he was trying to repent for it. So, with that in mind, she didn't hold too much against him.
Tifa sat on her floor of her room, under he window reading a book she'd found under her bed. It was a book the Aeris apparently left for her when they had come through Nibelheim before she died. There was a note written on the inside of the front cover asking her to be happy in the years to come.
She had read it once already. It was a book about a woman who was forced to marry a man who she had sworn only to hate. She didn't quite understand what Aeris had meant by giving this to her, but it was a good book, and she was appreciative of Aeris to think of her.
The pages seemed too heavy for her to turn as an afternoon drowsiness took over her. She pulled a pillow down from her bed and placed it on the floor next to her. She was too lazy to pick herself up and get in her bed. She laid down and curled up with the book open beside her.
"Damn it Tifa, look at this" Sephiroth bellowed form the bathroom. He hadn't heard on of Tifa's semi snotty remarks at his less than vulgar language, and he began to worry a little bit. "Look, see my hair is turning black!" He said as he walked down the hall, holding a tuft of silver hair with the faintest of black roots up to show her. He found her sound asleep on the floor with a content smile on her face.
He smiled at her. She looked so peaceful with the afternoon light falling on her form. He walked over to her, picked her up and put her on the bed.
"Hey, I was comfy." Tifa weakly protested, still half asleep.
"Well, you would have had one hell of a backache if I had left you there."
Tifa giggled and nuzzled her face into her pillow. "You're probably right. And think of the hell I'd give you for it!"
"We wouldn't want that would we?" He said with a smile still on his face.
"You have a nice smile." Tifa stated.
"Do I?"
"Yep, it's very handsome." She said, her eyes were struggling to stay open she was so tired. "You have nice teeth too. They're so straight and white and stuff."
Sephiroth laughed. "Well, why don't you dream of my straight, white teeth and impeccable simile."
"Sure, why not. It beats the nightmares of Cloud I've been having lately."
"What happened to Cloud anyway?" He asked.
Tifa looked at the ceiling. "He left…" She said in a dream like voice. "He left, never to return."
Sephiroth didn't know what to say to this. He simply pulled up the covers and got up from the bed. He pulled the curtains shut and headed for the door.
"Have a good nap." Was all he said before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
He made his way to the living room and sat himself down on the couch. His head was heavy with thoughts. Most of them to incoherent for him to dwell on. It was strange what she could do to him sometimes. It was even stranger to him that she had considered him a friend. Why would she want to do that?
He found himself sleepy too, laid his head down onto one of the stiff pillows of the couch. He stared at the blackness of the T.V. in front of him. What was it about her that made him want to smile all the time? Sure, she was nice and all, but was there something more to it than that?
The deep thoughts that ravaged his mind, soon lulled him into a peaceful sleep. He dreamed of only the kind woman with chestnut hair, who showed him a kindness he'd never known.
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It had only been a few hours before Tifa was awoken with the severe need to pee. She angrily got out of bed and stormed to the bathroom to do her business. When she got out, she figured that she should cook dinner this time since Sephiroth had been doing it almost every night for the past month.
She walked down the stairs and into the living room. She heard Sephiroth's light snoring and laughed a bit. She found the newspaper on the floor next the door, still rolled and bound. She picked up and wandered in front of the couch to Sephiroth's sleeping form, all sprawled about. She then got a wicked idea in her head.
"Wake up!" She said quite loudly, then hit him on the head with the newspaper.
"What the heck!" He shouted loudly, jumping off the couch with incredible speed.
Tifa laughed. She laughed so hard her eyes began to tear. She doubled over and pointed at him, still laughing like there was no tomorrow. Sephiroth smiled. It was kind of funny.
"Damn girl, that hurt!" He said, rubbing the top of his head where she had whacked him.
Tifa had tried to turn and leave, but Sephiroth grabbed her arm and flung her on the couch, and pinned her to it with his body. Tifa stared into his blue eyes and smiled. They stayed that way for a while, just looking into each others eyes, like they were hypnotized by something hidden deep within them.
"Are you going to let me go now?" Tifa asked, her voice soft.
"Now, why would I want to do that."
"Because, if you don't I'll throw you off myself."
Sephiroth laughed. "I'd like to see you try."
Tifa tried with all her might to push him off her, but she couldn't. He just pushed his knees into the cushions of the couch harder just to spite her.
"Come on! Let me go!" She said, hitting his chest with a closed fist. Finally, as her last hope, she resorted to pleading. "Pretty please?"
Sephiroth sighed in defeat and got up. "How could I resist that." She laughed.
Tifa stood up and walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. "So, what do you want for dinner."
"I don't know." He said, shoving his hands into the pocket's of his pants and walked over to her. "I could always make eggs. They haven't killed you yet."
"Nah, we don't have any bacon. Eggs have to be cooked in a big pan of bacon grease."
"That's sick." He stated, looking at her.
"Yeah well I didn't hear you complain when I made you greasy eggs when you first came here."
"You fed me that crap!?"
"Yeah, so?"
"We're going out!"
"Huh? Going out? I don't think so." Tifa stood there in disbelief.
"Like hell we aren't!" He said, walking to the coat rack. He grabbed his coat and threw Tifa hers.
"Its almost eleven! I'm not going out!?" She said, setting her coat on the back of a near by chair.
"Fine, I'll go by myself." He said, then he walked out the door.
"Hey, wait for me!" Tifa shouted. She put on her coat, grabbed her keys and walked out the door.
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AN: Ok... I'm sure that all of you know by now that Sephy is severely OC. But there's a point to that and it'll be revealed later! Ok? And for your kind reviews… Here's my thanx list!
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