Okay, I looked at Chapter 4, and it was crazy. All over everywhere! A freaky egg that someone had thrown at the wall! Tifa was on the porch, then BOOM! She was inside! Amazing.
But I'm not gonna change it. I like it. I like eggs.

---------------CHAPTER 5-----------

The room was cold. Where a pleasant waiting room would usually be, there was a cold room of stone, with the occasional wooden stool. This room, like the exterior, was oddly lit with the same sourceless light, only not so much, and a lot less sunny.

Aeris was trying her best not to mind, but she would still fidget uncomfortably, standing in the middle of the room with a man that didn't seem to realize she existed. Sephiroth kept the same cold, bottomless gaze he'd always had as he surveyed the room, taking in the surroundings.
It didn't take him long to realize that there was next to nothing there. He grunted in disgust. Obviously, waiting was not one of his strong points. After giving the door a long, angry look, he spread his cloak across one of the many stone benches, sitting down and giving Aeris enough look to tell her she should sit too. He'd left her half the comfortable space his cloak provided.

Oh gee, how nice.

Quite a while passed in this thick silence.

After quite a bit of calculation, Aeris decided that she was still furious with him. She wanted to return to life as much as Sephiroth, but wanted to do it by hard work, not barely planned rebellion. She briefly contemplated leaving the seat he'd given her, but thought better of it. There was nowhere better to sit.

Sephiroth wasn't in much of a good mood himself. He was surprised at quite how much his companion hated him. Sephiroth had been hated before, but never quite this strongly. Aeris wasn't "warming up" at all, and they been together for several days. Usually forced to team up with him, she would eventually at least accept him.

While 'teammate' was actually a rather desirable title, defiance wouldn't let him stray at all from the same spitting hatred she showed to him.

------------AND NOW, FOR A BREAK FROM CLOUD AND TIFA--------------

Cid stared angrily at the wall, cigarette hanging limply from his lips.

Damn.

DAMN.

The cheerful laughter of young children rang through the house. Cid growled. Of all the....!! It hadn't been his fault. Not at all. All Shera's fault. It was a weak moment! One of his few weak moments... Otherwise this would never have happened. He could remember it well.

He'd been flopped on his bed, happyface boxers and all, practically asleep. A knock came to his door.

"Mmmrff... whut?" He'd muttered into his pillow. The door opened slowly.

"er... Cid..." The voice was quiet and shy. And it must have been an occasion. Shera never used just his first name.

"....um..." "Out with it, I wanna go to bed." "We're low on cash. Can I start a daycare service?" "#$!&, sure. Just lemme go to bed."

---------------ENDCHAP5-------------------

Oh boy that was fun I like messing with you. Yeah, the Cid bit was sort of a chunk of nothing in a completely unrelated fic, but I enjoyed it! .