Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII, Aeris, Sephiroth, or anything else involved with that game…but I DO own the idea of sticking them together for an extended period of time against their wills and seeing where it leads. n-n

Note: Sorry about any OOC-ness ahead but when you're stuck with your mortal enemy (literally on Aeris's part) your bound to act just a wee bit different…


Chapter 3: To The City!

"Let's never, ever do that ever again ever," Aeris muttered, standing as far away as Sephiroth as possible as she headed towards the bathroom.

"I'm gonna go buy some Tents…enough that we won't have to share one. So hurry up in there and go buy what you need, I'm not shopping for you," the ex-General growled.

"Then buy your own tents, I'll get my own," the pink-clad Cetra muttered.

"Fine. I'm buying fifty for myself. If you have enough, by either fifty or a large even number for yourself," the man said as he exited the room.

Aeris did what she usually did in the mornings if she had time, before she died. Except, she didn't braid her hair, since she didn't have a ribbon. So, instead of using a ribbon she tore a piece off the hem of her dress and used it as a ribbon…half because she wanted her hair braided, half because she wanted to bug Sephiroth by taking so long.

Meanwhile, Sephiroth was in town doing something he wasn't used to doing—shopping. While it wasn't as degrading as shopping for clothes, some of the town people still stared at him. ("Look, Mommy, doesn't he look like that one evil dude? What if it IS him?" "He does look like him but don't be silly, dear. He's dead." "So that guy walking around is actually dead?" "No, dear, that's not what I meant. He just LOOKS like the evil man, but the evil man is dead." "So he looks dead?" "Just shut up…")

Sephiroth's eyelid twitched as he handed over the Gil in exchange for the fifty Tents, wishing to kill, or at least disable the voice box of, the little kid that had been speaking…though the little kid was actually a fifty-year-old jobless unmarried virgin that still lived with his mom.

"Where is that…thing?" he muttered, glancing at the Inn and at the other shops. The "thing" he was referring to, of course, was Aeris. "It does this just to annoy me…"

"Yes, but you're fun to annoy and I'm not a 'thing' or an 'it', I'm a she," Aeris said, walking up behind him.

"Silence!"

"…Okay, but that's not Seal Materia you're holding. In fact…that's just a shiny rock."

"I KNOW THAT! I meant stop talking!" Sephiroth snapped.

Aeris shrugged. "So, where do we go now?"

"The City of the Ancients, since I'm too lazy to climb over the mountains and swim in the Ocean of Death," Sephiroth said.

"Oh…okay," Aeris muttered. She liked the city but didn't really want to visit her own grave.

"Out of the way…I'm going to go see Mother," Sephiroth said.

"This guy are sick," Aeris replied.

There was a moment of awkward, confused silence, and then they went on their way to the cave that led to the City of the Ancients.

"Uh…hey, why are we going to the city again?" Aeris asked.

"Because I'm not staying in this Death Trap of Iciness forever, and if I leave you behind the Planet will kill us," Sephiroth explained impatiently. "After we get there, we're going…somewhere."

"Somewhere. WOW how SPECIFIC!" the pink-clad Cetra muttered sarcastically.

Five minutes with nothing interesting to write about later…

The couple-who-didn't-want-to-be-a-couple reached the cave.

"Okay. So. There's this ladder, and then we jump off of the ladder onto that cliff, and then we climb down through the crack," Sephiroth said in the tone of an army general.

"Um…how do we climb through the crevice?" Aeris asked.

"You push against the sides and…I don't know, ask Strife, he's the one that actually climbed. I just flew."

"You can fly, and yet we've been walking?"

"Yep!"

Aeris smacked her forehead. "Alright then. Let's just go."

Somehow, they managed to get through the crevice without arguing. Shocking, I know. Then they went down the spiral spiky shell thingy that I can't name without arguing...even more shocking. Then they reached the City.

"…This is the City," Sephiroth announced as though it wasn't obvious.

Aeris smacked him with her Princess Guard. "You think I don't KNOW that already?"

"When did you get that?" the ex-General asked, eyeing the Princess Guard as he rubbed the forming bump on the back of his head. (Not the ridiculous cartoon-style bumps that look like mini mountains, a normal, small bump that you'd get if your head got thwacked by a Cetra's weapon. You know that kind…or maybe not, since a Cetra/Ancient/Ancient Cetra has probably never whacked you.)

"Not funny," Aeris muttered angrily at the narrator, then put her weapon where it usually is…in thin air.

"You know, I've been wondering that myself," Sephiroth mused. "We kinda just, pull the weapons out of nowhere and fight each other…"

"Who knows?" Aeris said.

A passing Cactuar glared at them. "GET BACK TO THE FIC!" he screamed.

"Fic? What's a fic?" Aeris asked.

A few moments of confusion later…

"After we rest here…in separate buildings…we go to Midgar," said the silver-haired ex-Soldier guy-who-tried-to-be-God.

"Why Midgar?"

"Because I said so."


Yumesuta: Sorry if the chapter's kinda short…Writer's Block is EEEEVIL! Well, anyway, REVIEW OR ELSE!

You: Or else what?

Yumesuta: OR ELSE I WON'T CONTINUE THE FIC! MUAHAHAHAHA!