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Note: Gasp! People actually LIKE my story? 5 reviews on one chapter…the FIRST chapter without me adding other chapters at that! IT'S A NEW RECORD FOR ME! Thank you reviewers! You get cookies! Take one!

Second Note: Ha. I took the idea from this chapter from one of my reviewer's reviews. You'll know who you are after you read it! Thanks for giving me the idea!

Third Note: Possible (or definite) OOC-ness of both main characters ahead…but hopefully the chapter will be a bit longer than the last one.

Fourth Note: Just a reminder…"Dialogue entirely like this is the Planet speaking." "Dialogue like this is normal conversation between characters." Sentences and paragraphs like this are thoughts. Just plain words that are in italics aren't anything special, just words that need extra emphasis but aren't important enough to be entirely CAPITALIZED.


Chapter 2: The Blizzard

"There's a blizzard coming," Sephiroth observed, watching the skies as an excuse to look at his companion as little as possible.

"Okay," Aeris said uneasily. "Is that a problem…?"

"Well, the only thing you're wearing other than that dress and those boots, as far as I know, is that coat, and you wouldn't exactly be able to trudge through ten feet of snow for seven miles," the ex-General said, glancing at the Cetra.

"Okay, but I'm also wearing—" Then Aeris remembered she was speaking to her enemy. "Er…never mind that…so what do you suggest we do?"

"Ordinarily, I'd leave you here to freeze, but the Planet won't exactly let me do that, so we'll have to stay here through the blizzard," Sephiroth shrugged.

"I suppose I'll just have to get used to the word 'we' applying to the two of us," the pink-clad Cetra muttered.

One walk to the inn later…

"There's only one room?" the silver-haired man demanded, clenching his jaw.

The innkeeper looked up from behind the counter nervously. "Well, yes…you see, many of the people here are only visitors and they don't have homes to retreat to in case of a blizzard…may I ask why only one room is a problem?"

"My companion and I aren't exactly willingly companions," Aeris offered.

"I see. How…odd…well, the blizzard should only last for tonight so you won't be stuck together for too long," the innkeeper said cheerfully.

Moron, Sephiroth thought. "Fine. But I refuse to pay 200 Gil…"

"How about half-off?"

The silver-haired God pointed his Masamune at the innkeeper's face. "Not even worth that much."

"Okay…okay…how about 75 Gil?" the innkeeper asked, obviously scared.

"Not even that much—"

"Oh, shut up, I'm getting tired of standing here. I'll pay for it, all 75 Gil," Aeris sighed.

Sephiroth smirked, sheathing his ungodly long, pointy and sharp utensil of death, doom, pain and blood. "That works for me."

"Even though we have to share a room?" Aeris asked, reluctantly handing over the small handful of Final Fantasy money.

Sephiroth's eye twitched slightly, and he made odd, quiet hissing noises as he entered the inn room with Aeris.

"Well," Aeris said cheerfully, "at least there's more than one bed…"

"But there's only one room," Sephiroth muttered.

"We don't have to sleep in the exact same place…"

"But we have to sleep in the same room."

"…There's only one bathroom," the brunette Cetra observed.

Sephiroth's eye twitched. "I refuse to eat anything," he muttered. Then he smirked. "Hey, there IS more than one room…the bathroom! You can sleep there!"

"I was actually considering it," Aeris shot back.

"Good! Then it all works out…by the way, earlier, before we had to come to this godforsaken inn from hell, what else, besides your dress, coat, and boots, are you wearing?" the ex-General asked, smirking.

Aeris's lip twitched. "Why do you want to know?"

"Well, it'd bug you that I know, that's all…"

"Evil…"

A few hours of cold shouldering later…

"Excuse me," the innkeeper said, knocking on the door and opening it…since he, you know, owned the place and could do whatever he damn well pleased…

"Yes?" Aeris said.

"Um…More people have come and I need to borrow the…spare beds in your room," he said uneasily, eyeing the Masamune warily.

Sephiroth's eye twitched. "Can I stab you?"

"I'd prefer you didn't," the innkeeper said.

One unwanted removal of furniture later…

The two were standing across the room with their backs facing each other, arms crossed, glaring at the wall.

"It's getting late," Sephiroth observed.

"I'd go sleep in the bathroom but all the extra blankets were taken," Aeris muttered.

"I refuse to sleep on the floor," the ex-General muttered back.

"I WOULD but there's no rug."

"…Are you tired?"

"Unfortunately, I am. What about you, Mr. I-Have-No-Feelings?"

"Shockingly, yes," Sephiroth sighed.

"Oh, wonderful…"

A few minutes of hatred and an unwanted solution to fatigue and coldness later…

There was at least five feet between Sephiroth's and Aeris's bodies, but in their opinions it wasn't enough space.

"This…sucks," Aeris muttered.

"That's got to be the most profane word I have ever heard you regurgitate from your disgusting mouth, missy. How dare you," Sephiroth muttered back.

"I really hope this isn't like those gross movies, where the two people hate each other but end up…you know…" Aeris shuddered and moved an inch closer to the edge of the bed, which was as far as she could go without falling out.

"Wow, your mind isn't so pure now, is it?" Sephiroth hissed. "No way in HELL would it end up like that."

"Good."

"…Night, bitch," the silver-haired man growled.

"Night, psychotic freak," Aeris hissed back.


Yumesuta: That's the second chapter! I hope you like it…well…review please! Hmm, I wonder what chapter I can add some fluff in…um. Well I said it before but REVIEW! Please!