Disclaimer: It's not mine.

Note: Sorry for the wait! Writer's block is more evil than…than…than most things.

Second Note: For all of my reviewers, you get a COOKIE! (Hands you a cookie) YAY COOKIES!

Third Note: Sorry for all the OOC-ness ahead.

Fourth Note: "This is normal conversation." This is normal text. This is text of someone thinking. "This is the Planet speaking."


Chapter 4: Fly!

"Good morning," Aeris muttered sarcastically, sitting in front of the house she had stayed in through the night.

Sephiroth had stayed in the house next to that house. He was glad they had some distance. "Right…sarcasm is a bad thing, Cetra."

"No it's not. Sarcasm OWNS you."

"…No, it doesn't. Squaresoft owns me," the ex-General snorted.

"Squarewhat?" Aeris muttered, confused.

"I don't know…"

Aeris and Sephiroth blinked.

"Well, uh…I'm going to go take a bath in the lake before we go okay?" the pink-clad brunette said, then ran off in the general direction of the lake.

Sephiroth stared at her as she ran off. "It's a pond, woman…a POND!"

"WHATEVER!" she called over her shoulder.

"You'd better not take long," he growled, then leaned against the nearby house."

More than a few minutes later…

"You're oddly close to the lake," Aeris observed, raising one eyebrow.

"No, I'm not near the lake. I'm standing by what, for the time being, is your house. Just because I moved two steps closer doesn't mean I was moving to the lake," the ex-General snorted.

Many moments of glaring and rude gestures later…

"…Whatever. Let's just go to Midgar," Aeris mumbled, hurrying past her much disliked companion.

"By the way…"

"WHAT?" the brunette woman asked, whirling around, practically dropping her stuff that the author (A/N: Bad author! I slap myself.) forgot to mention she picked up in the first place.

Oh, great Jenova, I'm stuck with a PMS-ing woman, Sephiroth thought, clenching his teeth. "WHY are you so embarrassed about what you're wearing under that obnoxiously pink dress of yours?"

Aeris's eye twitched, as it had before. "It's not obnoxiously pink, it's…just pink. And would YOU go revealing your private stuff to your worst enemy?"

"Maybe, depends on how tired I am, how sure I am I'll win, how much alcohol I've had—"

"You're odd."

"No, really? So THAT'S why I haven't seen any other silver-haired Gods with abnormally long weapons!" the ex-General yelled sarcastically. "And it's not that big of a deal! I just enjoy bugging you. So I will keep bugging you about it just for the pure joy of annoying you until we don't have to be together any more—"

"Red. Okay? Bright red with some lace! But not a lot of lace!" Aeris shrieked, then stomped off.

Sephiroth froze, pondered that for a moment, and then followed her (even though he deliberately knocked her down more than once so that he could take the lead).

"So, mister I-am-God-and-know-everything-even-what-I-shouldn't," the pink (and red)-clad brunette gasped, practically having to sprint to catch her partner. "Where to next?"

"First, we cross through that one excavation town place thingy, Bone Village, then we fly," Sephiroth explained in an extremely bored tone—a very bored tone, a tone so bored it could put a baby to sleep.

Aeris yawned but didn't fall asleep, because she wasn't a baby. "Fly?" Then she woke up some. "FLY? Are you insane?"

"Most likely."

"…I can't fly."

"Oh, no problem. Just don't let go, and even if I let go you most likely won't fall," the man said, a nice, wide, semi-evil smirk on his face.

"You can't kill me," Aeris breathed. "If you do, the Planet will kill you as well…"

"Oh, yes, but it never said I couldn't drop you."

Everything went black.

"You can't kill or hurt each other…dropping is…if you drop her, it adds another day to your unwanted time together."

"…One day shouldn't hurt," Sephiroth mused.

"YES IT WOULD!" Aeris shrieked, her eyes practically popping out.

"I stand by my word. You should, too, really, because if you don't, you die…"

The black void disappeared, and the unwilling couple found themselves at the shore.

"When we fly over this, and walk for a few miles, we shall arrive at Midgar," the ex-General said in the tone of a leader.

"…Have I ever mentioned I don't really like heights too much?" the Cetra gulped.

"Well, don't mention it now and don't look down…if you do…don't puke on me," Sephiroth said, picking up Aeris. She reluctantly wrapped her arms around Sephiroth's neck, butterflies (of fear, not love…probably…) zooming around her insides as they rose into the air and took off.

After a few moments of flying, the silver-haired man said, "This isn't too bad, is it?"

"It is to me. I either look down at the ocean, which is scary, look up at the sky, which is weird, or look at your face, which is disgusting," Aeris retorted.

"Yes, well, I don't exactly like holding on to you, either. Your hair keeps hitting my face, and at first it was still wet since you had just bathed," the man shot back.

"I was trying to listen to your heartbeat, then found you didn't have one, since you don't have a heart."

"Ouch. I'm SO insulted," the silver-haired ex-villain snorted. "Now don't make me drop you."

Aeris released her grip around Sephiroth's neck. "I dare you."

Sephiroth released his grip on the woman, allowing her to free fall until she was at least three feet away from the surface of the ocean—then he caught her, as she expected.

"That was…oddly…fun," Aeris said, giggling nervously, trying to catch her breath as she put her arms around his neck again.

"Then I won't do it again," the half-God said coolly. "Now shut up, we're almost there," he said as they (well, mainly he, as he was flying) landed.


Yumesuta: Finally, a chapter update! Woot-woot! Sorry, I was on vacation…I promise that, as an apology, if you make a request in a review, I'll try to put it in there. Well, anyway, REVIEW! Please…