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Aerithism

Eight: Normal Day I

Zax brushed his hair gel covered fingers through his dark hair. Tilting his head, he smiled at his reflection in the mirror. "I've still got it!"

Exiting the small bathroom, he walked down the hallway, a smile plastered on his face. He opened the front door, ignoring his parents who sat in the living room.

He walked down a narrowing path. Debris from the mako reactor explosion still lined the path. Glad I wasn't here for that…

He reached the graveyard at the edge of town; walking past a monk, he gave a brief salute. "Come to see that Jack fellow again?" The aging man gave a smile as the brunet walked past. "… Don't know why you do… He's been dead for centuries…"

Zax shook his head. "Even the dead deserve to be respected, right, Sir?" After all, you guys respect my zombiefied ass.

Azrael examined the baking chicken as Heiress chopped carrots. The brunette whined, "You have control over Jenova, so why are we doing this? Our small hands aren't very good with cooking!"

The silver-haired girl shook her head. "You don't get it, do you?" She took out a breast, and placed it onto the range. "Jenova works on very basic instincts… Give Her a command that's more than three words long, and She pretty much goes on a killing spree."

Heiress stared as the fallen angel pulled a chunk of hair out and it reformed into a small knife. "Ah… The joys of Jenova cells… Amazing, aren't they?"

The brunette could make out 'mini-mune' engraved onto the handle. Azreal cut into the breast, revealing white meat.

"… Jenova likes going on killing sprees?"

The blade absorbed itself back into Azrael's hand. The missing hair was instantly replaced. "Let's put it this way: I ordered Her to—if, I remember correctly—'to stop that little Cetra from summoning Holy'… Next thing I know you're dead and Chocobo-head is having a mental breakdown."

"So… You didn't want to kill me?"

Removing the remaining chicken breasts from the oven, the silver-haired girl laughed. "And damage my toy further?"

"……… You shouldn't talk about Cloud that way……"

"Why? He is my little chocobo-headed toy…"

"You're insane."

"Tell me something I don't know… Do you want me to cut your chicken up for you?"

"No, thank you."

Wallace dug his boots into the carpet of the Golden Tree. "Stop it, ya guys! I told ya I din'n wanna com'ere!"

One friend loosened his grip on his arm, only for the other to tighten his. The first, a round teen with an obsession with fame. The latter was thinner with piercing brown eyes said "Why are you being stubborn? It's your birthday and we want to celebrate."

"I told yer lazy asses I din' wanna get any—" Wallace blinked as he spotted a woman dancing within a nearby window. The red light removed any flaws that could have been there, but Wallace did not care about scars or blemishes.

That hair… Those legs… That face… Myrna? "GET ME DA HELL OUT OF HERE!"

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