Sephiroths POV

We silently walked outside the horrid pink room each with weapon in hands. Rachel was feeling around her neck for something but a defeated look finally settled upon her face. The Turk must have lost some stupid necklace or something that was wrapped around her neck along with the others stupid accessories. As I snickered to myself I noticed two young girls holding on to each other in fear. I love scaring little children, I just do. I began to stand up straighter casting my shadow over the two young girls. Each was squealing in fear, that is, until I tripped over my trench coat and down a couple stairs. The girls began to giggle in their little high pitched voices. Then, they quickly ran into their room and shut the door but the laughing didn't seem to cease. when I turned around I saw Rachel clutching onto her stomach laughing her ass off. She had dropped her hand gun and was smirking madly.

"You…you….OMG…," was all that the turk could say. But of course I wasn't going to let her get away with it. I quickly grabbed my masamune and brought the handle swinging towards her feet, knocking her on the ground. The laughing stopped the smirk remained on the pale girl's lips.

"Wrong girl to miss with," Rachel said. She then quickly jumped up and kicked my side causing me to tumble down further.

"TURK!" I screamed as she ran up the stairs. I tried to get up but then, yet again, I tripped over my trench coat, causing Rachel to burst into fits of laughter. When I managed to get up and start running I could see Rachel climbing to the top, her chestnut hair flying behind her. I could also see that she was loading her gun with round bullets that were tainted pastel colors.

But as soon as she was done loading her gun she was out time and out of stairs. I had finally caught up to her at the top of the stairway. She was against the wall smiling evilly and cocked her gun.

"I told you, I'm the wrong girl to mess with," she said and pulled the trigger. But, instead of a bullet piercing through my coat, bright pink paint splattered across it. Yes, it hurt like hell but I managed to live so I didn't die. Before I could respond she jumped down the center of the stairway and onto the floor 8 levels down.

"DAMN!" I screamed. I juped after her and landed gracefully on the ground, but she was once again already out the door.

I started to sift through the crowd of drunks towards the door way until I was stopped by a bell hop in red.

"Um sir, you have to pay before you leave," the bellhop told me.

"Um, No I don't!" I told him and started to push him away. He quickly pulled out a walky talky. He pressed a button and a high pitched beep wrang in my ears.

"Sir, we have a problem," the bell hop spoke into his walkie talkie.

"Whats that Andrew?" the walkie talky responded.

"This customer resues to pay," the bell hop responded.

"WAIT! Why should I pay? I was forced to sleep here by the flower girl! SHE DID IT!" I yelled.

"Send him over Andrew," a voice spoke over the radio. The bell hop began to pull on my coat and take me over to the counter. And for some reason as much as I resisted the shrimpy bell hop was more powerful and would never cease the pulling.

Finally we reached the front desk to see a small man with a short mustache reading the midgar times calmly. He did not even notice we were there until I coughed extremely loudly to get the old mans attention.

"Oh, hello, so whats the problem again?" the man asked readjusting himself in the chair.

"This man won't pay for his room," the bell hop said.

"Yah, well I was forced to stay here, I didn't have any control over it!" I angrily shouted at the man.

"Well that didn't seem to be the case when you and your wife walked in last night," the man told me.

"Wait what?" I asked.

"You and your wife. You were happy and talking and another couple was with you. A woman in pink and another with a huge buster sword. You were all laughing and having a good time, but eventually the woman and the man left you two to go to your rooms. It was quite strange."

"DAMN FLOWER GIRL! I knew she would do something like this," I mumbled as the man rolled his eyes.

" So for 1 night that will be 1500 gill, plus 60 for the whip cream," the man told me ringing up the cash register.

"Wait, whip cream?" I asked. Then the horror of all the possibilities entered my mind. Did the flower put us in a state where we…had…maybe that was why we were in our underwear…

"MOTHER!" I shouted loudly. I threw the gil to the man and ran out as fast as I could. When I reached the outside I saw Rachel sitting on the curb quietly reading a newspaper to herself.

Rachel's POV

It was my third day on the job, and I was sitting right next to Reno. Her was smirking hugely at Elena who was across the room making a sandwich. He then slowly turned to me and softly whispered into my ear softly.

"Watch this sweet heart," Reno said sarcastically. In return I turned bright pink. It was a problem of mine. When I was around guys I hadn't ever met before I was automatically attracted to them, that is until I got to really know them. And this was no exception . So far the last three days Reno would sit extremely close to me giving me a commentary of all his tricks he was pulling on Elena, he would always look me in the eye and smirk non stop at everything. And the worse thing was that he knew that I was feeling this way. So today he was sitting next to me showing me his brilliant creation.

Reno started to load the gun with bright pink bullets. I knew what he was going to do from the start though. As Elena turned around to put the mayo into the fridge Reno cocked the gun and pointed it at Elena's butt. When Elena bent over he whispered in my ear again,

"Thanks for letting me use your gun," and then BANG! Shot Elena's butt. A few seconds passed and then came a scream of pain from Elena.

"RENO!" Elena yelled from the kitchen. Reno began to laugh insanely while Tseng and Rude sprinted in. Elena's black pants were now bright pink which caused Reno to clench his stomach to keep it from hurting.

"Oh Reno, your so DEAD!" Elena yelled picking up a knife and walking towards Reno slowly.

"Yo, got to run babe," Reno said dashing out of room, his long hair flowing from behind him…..

"Excuse me miss," a sweet voice spoke from behind me. I quickly turned around me to see a little boy with a bag on news papers.

"Yes?" I asked kindly breaking from my flash back. The little boy blushed and pulled out a news paper from his bag.

"Will you buy a paper miss?" the young boy asked shyly.

"Sure!" I said pulling out my wallet. I handed the boy 20 gil as he happily walked off. I skipped over to the weather section and read up. It was going to rain tonight which meant we had to find some sort of shelter before it did. I read through the Comics, then to the sports, and my favorite blitz ball team won the last nights game. Then I went over to the obituaries. The only reason I read those was because it was the only section in the newspaper that people said nice things about other people. One obituary caught my eye in particular.

"Rachel Kindon, Age 26"

Right below it was a picture of me holding a baby chocobo while Reno had one sitting ontop of his head.

"Oh my god," I quietly whispered as I read.

'Rachel Kindon was only 26 when she was brutally murdered in her best friends room (full story on front page) last night. Rachel was a skilled fighter and loved by many. She was born in Nimbleheim, but her birth date is unknown. She worked with her friend after her home burnt down. She was dearly loved by her friends Elena, Rude, Tseng, and Reno. Rachel was extremely dedicated to her work and was known for her obsession with clothing and baby chocobos.

I quickly turned to the front page and read the story. That's when I lost it. I started balling, literally balling. It was sad enough to know that I died in Reno's arms but then to learn that he thought my body was stolen. Why would Aeris do this to him? To me? Why would she put so much pain in their hearts along with that horror? That's when a pregnancy test landed ontop of my head.