"I said go away!" Noa screamed, lurching forward and throwing her pillow at the doorway. She heard a satisfying thump then flung herself back into the covers. Black feathers stroked her cheek as a low voice whispered, "Come here."

"No!" She swung her fist at the man's face.

"Ow!" Saxs flew to the ground, clutching his face in his hands. Noa sat up, blinking her sleepy eyes. "Noa, I didn't even touch you this time! That was just my hair!"

"Saxs," she whispered, rubbing her eyes awake. She glanced at the clock as she peeled her bubblegum-pink hair off her cheek, reading the three numbers she hated most. "Why would you wake me up at five in the morning?!"

"S-Sorry, Milady Noa... I heard you screaming, so I wanted to make sure no one was hurting you." He smiled sheepishly, brushing his hair out of his dusty blue eyes. "I swore to protect you, remember?"

"Yes, yes, I know," she mumbled, laying back down. She yanked her covers up to her chin, conscious enough to be aware of how thin her pajamas were. "You were freaking drunk at the time, you know."

She heard a gentle laugh as he approached her bed. "See you tonight, sweetheart," he whispered. His warm hand brushed her hair from her eyes and she felt his lips brush her temple; she groaned and drowsily waved her hand, trying to push him away, but she sank into her warm bed and fell into another dream.

She tried to count the stars in the sky, smiling with wonder as she almost instantly lost track.

I wonder where Saxs is. He's not usually so late, she thought worriedly as she backed away from the railing, the brisk wind chilling her bare leg. She knew this dress was his favorite; tight enough to not require any sort of straps or sleeves, it hugged her curves perfectly and the slit started at her mid-thigh. The deep purple hue brightened her lively lavender eyes and her crimson lips temptingly contrasted with her glowing skin. With her fuschia hair twisted into a bun, her neck was bare other than the necklace he'd given her the night prior.

This is it, she thought with fearful courage. This is the night I tell him that I love him.

"Going somewhere?"

She whirled around, her heart stopping then racing double its normal pace. A man crouched on the railing, his silhouette casting a long shadow across her balcony. A wing spread out behind him, menacing and deadly against the bright moonlight.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, light forming in her hand. His bright blue eyes reflected the light, glowing attentively in his shadow.

He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "Going on a date?"

"That's right," Noa replied hostilely, stepping forward to intimidate him.

He smiled―well, he smiled a little more than usual. "Good to hear."

"Wha―Huh?!" she exclaimed, seeing him vanish into the night without moving even a finger. She carefully moved forward, leaning over the railing. A body didn't fall to the earth. She looked at the sky. Not a strand of silver hair flashed in the light nor did a heavy wing beat against gravity. Where had he gone?

She yelped as she swung into someone's arms, screaming as the ground rushed away from her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him desperately as the air escaped her lungs. She watched with terror, hope withering away as the mansion grew smaller and smaller until it vanished like a dying star.

"Put me down, you bastard!" she yelled, beating on his chest with a fist, too scared to let go of him entirely.

"You said you were going on a date, right?" he responded cooly. "Why're you complaining now?"

Her breath caught in her throat. A date... with Sephiroth?! That couldn't be right, she was supposed to dine with candlelight and champagne with the man who adored her despite everything she put him through! She'd fantasized so much for this momentous night: the way she'd glance at him shyly as she whispered those three small, powerful words; the way he'd perk up with amazed wonder and take her after dinner to the nearby alley so he could kiss her without end, all of his passion and frustration pouring into every touch; the way it would feel to tangle her fingers into his hair as he held her against the wall, whispering "I love you" between each kiss over and over again.

But this... not even her wildest dreams would ever come up with this!

But... she couldn't deny that she enjoyed the feeling of his arms holding her or the chills that went down her spine whenever he turned his cold gaze to her. She'd often wondered what his silvery hair felt like as the long strands would run between her fingers. Would he carry her like this to bed...?

She shook her head quickly. No! I will not think like this! Saxs is waiting for me! "I said let me go!" she shrieked, thrashing until her knee made contact with his jaw. Sephiroth grunted lightly and dropped her in a daze.

She'd thought the ground left her quickly when she flew, now it rose to meet her too rapidly. She curled up tightly, barreling down to her painful demise.

Milady Heather, you're the greatest sister anyone can ever have. Keep flipping tables and drinking lots of coffee without me. Milord Bael, lead on this grand party of ours. You'll make a great leader and guide for each and every member. Milady Maya, keep playing music and kicking ass in sports. You're an amazingly talented young lady. Milady Tenshi, keep writing poetry and making everyone cry. You are an inspiration to all other writers. She closed her eyes and relaxed her body, her hair freed of its bun. Saxs... I'm sorry I never got to tell you in person... I love you.

Her stomach lurched as she suddenly halted her descent. An arm coiled around her protectively, pressing her chest to chest with glowing blue eyes. "You like to make things difficult, don't you?" he sighed, though there was a faint sense of mischief in his eyes.

"Are you kidding me? You are the one making my life difficult!"

"Is that so?" His lips grazed her ear, a smirk tickling her skin. "Then why did you try to kiss me first?"

Her face burned scarlet. "I-I have never tried to kiss you!"

"You demanded my presence three months ago to reprimand me and instead of a lecture I received a flustered damsel who just happened to trip over a rock."

"There was a rock!"

"On your balcony?"

"Oh, shut up!" she exclaimed, beating his chest with her fists. Suddenly, she poured her anger and frustration into each hit, praying that she'd leave wrinkles in his clothes or bruises on his skin. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!" She pummeled his chest until her anger left her exhausted. Great. Just great. Not only have I been kidnapped, not only am I stuck with Sephiroth, I lost my shoe!

"Have I told you yet," he inquired, interrupting her thoughts, "that you look very lovely tonight?"

"I don't care for your opinion," she hissed.

A vague smile stretched his lips. "Before you beat me up again, why don't you look around?"

Grumbling, she twisted her torso around. "This better not be―"

She gasped softly. Far below, hills rolled all around her, decorated with tall trees that climbed up to a snowy mountain in the distance. Without a trace of cloud or a flash of city lights, the night sky shone with millions of stars and a bright full moon. She glanced up at him, unable to ignore the silvery glow of his hair and his bright cyan eyes. He removed an arm from her waist and nudged her chin with his hand. "Do you like it?"

"I... I love it." Flushing, she looked away. "But why would you bring me here?"

"I figured you'd prefer a scenic view than a crowded dinner."

Noa bit her lip. Did she? It's true that the restaurant they were going to was popular among couples with its romantic personality: flickering candles, a single rose in a thin vase on each table, soft music playing in the background, the opportunity to go downstairs and rent a gondola to ride down the river. It was perfect for the moment she had planned for so long.

But... what if her love for Saxs wasn't mutual after all?

"Noa." She jumped at the sound of his voice brushing her ear. "It ruins your smile when you worry so much over him."

"And I should care why?" she snapped, narrowing her eyes at him.

Sephiroth tightened his arm around her waist, tilting her head to his. "Because," he answered slowly, his voice growing huskier, "it's become my goal to make you forget about him for the rest of the night."

"Wha―" She yelped as he nipped her shoulder, kissing her skin up to her jaw. Heat spread across her skin as his hand slid across her cheek to the nape of her neck, tilting her head up. Her hands slowly slid up his chest to wrap her arms around his neck, his hair tangling between her fingers. The luminosity of his hair made her think of liquid silver spilling through her fingers. As his lips neared her rapid pulse, the scent of gunmetal and winter overwhelmed her senses, and she clung to him desperately as Sephiroth rose higher in the crisp sky.

"You look very beautiful tonight," he whispered in her ear, his rough voice sending shivers down her spine. Her dark angel released her waist, pressing her to him by his arm against her back, and slid his freed hand down her side to her hip. "Your dress is just too enticing for other men," he commented, brushing his lips against her cheek. "I think you should keep that one for the bedroom."

Her face heated up. The thought of him shirtless as he approached her bed was all too inviting. Being pinned down as he trapped her wrists over her head and his black wing wrapped around her like a haven, bringing her closer to his lips...

She mentally shook herself. No! This has to stop. Right now! It was too late, however, for his lips had finally reached hers and he caught her lower lip between his teeth. She yanked away, whispering bitterly, "I hate you."

He smiled against her lips before crushing his mouth against hers, submerging her in a world of passion that she no longer wanted to pull away from.

Noa groaned tiredly and cracked open her eyes. She rolled over and sneezed as something feathery touched her nose. She pushed it away ignorantly and pushed herself up, rubbing her eyes with a hand. She yawned loudly and glanced at her clock. Eight o'clock... Three hours aren't enough.

As she pushed her covers away and gasped in horror, quickly bunching up her blanket against her chest. "Where are my clothes?!"

She looked around in alarm, her anger and hurt towards Saxs increasing with each second, until she noticed her purple dress on the floor. Wait... wasn't I going to wear that tonight? Her eyes widened. Saxs woke me up... because it was five in the afternoon!

She grabbed her dress from the floor and struggled to unwrinkle the skirt. "Damn it!" she muttered, tossing it onto the bed. When she plopped onto her bed in defeat, a light object brushed her thigh. She stared in terror.

A black feather had slipped from its perch on her pillow. Her shaky fingers grasped the quill and raised the vane to her nose. Winter and gunmetal.

Against her will, she held the feather to her chest and gazed at her balcony. The wind sent a frightful yet exhilarating shiver down her spine. Was my dream... real?

Adventure's Of The Heaven's Knights

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~TheyAllStartOutOrdinary