Disclaimer: Really, I don't own it.

Note: OOC-ness probably ahead, but you knew that already.

Second Note: Just a reminder: "This is the Planet speaking." "This is normal speaking." This is someone thinking. This is just normal text.

Third Note: There's fluff in this chapter. Not the "I love you" type of fluff, but the "I don't like you but I just love to annoy you so I'm gonna do this just to spite you" kind of fluff. Of course, that doesn't mean it won't turn into the first type of mentioned fluff…


Chapter 8: A Harsh Kiss

Sephiroth woke up about an hour after the Planet knocked him out. Standing up with ease, he smirked. That little experience didn't hurt him at all.

The fact that he regretted hitting his worst enemy, though, aggravated him a lot.

"Might as well apologize," he muttered and stomped up to Aeris's room.

She was still asleep. The ex-General was somewhat surprised at that. He thought that she'd wake up when he did, or even before he did. I suppose that's just another sign that I'm stronger than she is, he thought, a smirk growing on his face. But the smirk disappeared when his regret came back. He smacked himself mentally.

"Get a hold of yourself," he grumbled, examining his unwanted partner's sleeping body. She looked so innocent, and the nice, red gash—though it was a small one—just added to the regret he felt. Hands trembling, he pulled off one glove and ran a rough finger across the injury.

"It's not so deep," he said, satisfied knowing that the Planet wouldn't kill him since he didn't hurt her very bad. "She probably won't have amnesia either…"

Her greenish eyes fluttered open and she sat up, staring at him.

Oh crud, she doesn't look like she remembers anything…what if she really DOES have amnesia? he thought, clenching his teeth. Then that familiar glare emerged on Aeris's face.

"What are you doing in my room, Sephiroth?" she asked, attempting to be calm.

"Just checking on you," he replied lazily, sliding the thick ebon leather glove back on the hand he removed it from.

Aeris's glare intensified. "Let me ask you a second question…What the heck were you doing in my bedroom when I was unconcious?" she snarled.

"You're disgusting. I'd rather see a dead body than a naked one," he hissed.

"Why did you punch me anyway? Just because it's not a deep, serious wound, Mr. High-And-Mighty, doesn't mean it doesn't sting!" she snapped.

"You've only been awake for a minute and we're already arguing," muttered the great ex-General. "Well, get up, we're leaving."

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know! Somewhere!"

With that, he stomped off. Aeris smiled serenely, content with the fact that she annoyed him as she ripped a comb through her hair then trotted down the stairs. When she reached the kitchen, Sephiroth grabbed her wrist in a vise-like grip.

"We're flying again," he growled, "and I'm not going to waste any time with your protests. You don't need to grab anything. Let's go."

Aeris winced. She had a headache from Sephiroth punching her, and now she was losing the feeling in her wrist.

They exited Midgar and reached the shore. Sephiroth glared at Aeris, then released her arm and turned her to face him. "Like last time, don't let go. I'm not catching you if you fall this time—hitting the water won't hurt you. I'll make sure you don't drown, but that's it."

Aeris begrudgingly slid her arms around her enemy's neck and gagged. "I'm going to have to disinfect my arms when we reach a town," she said.

Sephiroth smirked as the Cetra woman realized how tight his arms were around her waist. "What the heck are you doing?" she demanded.

"Well, duh, I appear to be holding you," said the ex-General.

"WHY?"

"Because it makes you feel uncomfortable and annoyed," he smirked. "You know I just love to annoy you."

"Can we just leave now? I hate being this close to you," Aeris muttered.

"Do you, now," Sephiroth growled, the usual smirk plastered on his face. "Then you'll loathe this." He swiftly leaned in, planting a harsh, unwanted kiss on Aeris's lips. Neither of their eyes closed. Sephiroth's narrowed eyes bore into Aeris's wide, confused ones as he moved his lips roughly over hers and, just to spite her, poked her mouth with his tongue once. Then he pulled away and, with a tight grasp on her, took off into the air.

The brunette Cetra girl wasn't going to just ignore what had happened, though. "What…the heck…was that?" she breathed.

The silver-haired man sighed. "I believe the technical term for an action such as that is a kiss."

"Why, though? I hate you and you hate me."

The smirk reappeared on the ex-General's face. "I did it just for that reason. Oh, come on, you know I love it when you're annoyed because it means you're not happy!"

Aeris mentally shook herself. If they really hated each other, then why…?

"STUPID! THIS IS SO STUPID!" she shrieked.


Yumesuta: So that chapter wasn't so funny...sorry about that...my writer's block is back! SOMEONE SHOOT IT! Anyways, please review!