Author's note: OK OK, long time, no update, I KNOW. Believe me, I have been trying. This is a small update while I plan out the next chapter, and this chapter is only the begining to the giant twisted plot in my head, I hope you like it even though it is a tad short, but just keep the reveiws comin' because, boy, do I love em'!


Chapter 7:

The Storm Before the Storm


Whenever I am mad or generally upset at someone, I find it hard to stay that way for long. Feed me a sob story, I'll be there in a second. Everything will be forgiven. I might even forget about myself and my needs, just to help you out. Even if you killed my father and ruined my entire life.

That was how I had gotten myself into this position. Sephiroth was in trouble, and I left our past behind us.

Now he has gotten me mad at him again, and this time I was trying not to left myself slip back into forgiving him.

At least that was what I had been telling myself.

I think I started to forgive him when he started getting angry himself about how I stated that I wouldn't mind being invisible. I think it made me remember that we had bigger problems at hand. I didn't have time to think about my emotional problems.

Truthfully, I don't want to anymore.

"Just shut up. Get over yourself.", I silently reminded myself.

As we approached the top of the staircase, I slipped a key card into an opening that would unlock the door to the room that I was reluctanly sharing with Sephiroth. Oh goody.

As the door unlocked, I turned the brass knob and pushed the mahogany carved door inward to reveal my residence for the night. It was a nice room, though a bit on the small side. It was decorated similarly to the inn so it had a cozy feeling and for a moment I felt happy.

But those few happy moments that I experience lately are always interrupted by my lovely side-kick.

"Are you going to stand there all day?"

I felt myself blushing as I moved myself into the room. I watched Sephiroth as he pulled off his trenchcoat and placed it on a chair, making sure that it was neatly folded. It made me silently laugh to see him so worried about it. Obviously even bad guys are a bit metrosexual.

As I continued to stare at him, my eyes met his and I knew that he would make some remark about me standing around and wasting my time.

It was all too predictable. It always was.

Until it wasn't.

"You know, Mrs. Lockheart, I'm actually looking forward to this."

What the hell was that supposed to mean? If he meant what I think he meant, I was outta' there. Sure, I thought Sephiroth was a bit insane, but I didn't expect a guy like him to be a pervert.

I quickly pushed a finger towards his direction, waving my fist wildly. I then placed my hand on my hips and stomped over to Sephiroth, sending him a glare that read. "touch me, and die."

Of course, if I'm being truthful, he could easily take me out in a few swipes of his sword if he wanted to.

"Hey, you better leave me alone because I am NOT looking forward to this! Don't you dare touch me! Don't you ever touch me!"

I saw his eyes grow wide and I felt like I had really gotten my point across.

Until he burst out laughing.

"What is so funny?"

"Tifa, you really think I would want to touch you?"

I felt my cheeks grow hot and I began shaking my head "no". I guess I had heard him wrong, or interpreted him wrong. The moment couldn't have gotten anymore embarassing so I turned to my small bag to take out something to sleep in.

As I began to walk off, slightly crushed and feeling pretty bad might I add, a gloved hand grabbed my arm and turned me around. I was slightly startled and still blushing as Sephiroth placed his other hand under my chin and tilted hy head slightly upwards to look him in his mako eyes.

"Then your wrong. Of course I want to touch you. All I can think about since I've been with you is how much I want you near me."

Well, that was unexpected.

Sephiroth released his grip on me and turned away.

That, however, was expected.

For a guy that wanted to touch me so badly, he sure didn't seem like it.

He walked over to the couch and I could see him pull out the small contact and placing it on a nearby table, obviously getting ready to go to sleep.This was the second time he had done this to me. He showed some sort of affection, and then he would walk away like nothing had happened.

I was getting sick of it.

I picked up a pillow off the bed and flung it at his head, hitting my target. I could see he was surprised, and maybe mad.

"Why don't you do anything about it then, Sephiroth? What is it with you? You say you want me and then you push me aside, so make up your mind because I am not going to play games with you!"

"I can't."

What a lame answer.

"Why not?"

He took a seat on the yellow couch and placed his head in his hands, as if he were fustrated. I didn't really see why it was so hard. He emmited a loud sigh before looking up at me, a sad, yet stern, look plastered upon his face.

"Tifa, I've been using you."


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