I'm very sorry for the long wait but I've had a serious case of writer's block but now that it's gone I can finish this up. Please don't hate me (or flame me) for the long wait. Ok, like I keep saying I own absolutely nothing, not Oban, not the names, and the plot idea. So here it is.

The rest of the day passed without incident, except for Tifa rushing in at dinner to bump Molly away from the seat next to Aikka. Molly had been somewhat miffed but let it go and sat next to Aerith. She went back to her room at the end of It all, changed clothes and got to bed, hoping to dream of the price she'd come to understand that day.

Almost as if summoned by her thoughts Aikka came to her room. She was sound asleep when he opened her door and looked on her sleeping form. She was on her side, facing him, her legs bent beneath the covers, one arm curled near her head, the other resting on her hips. As Aikka looked on her, he felt a stirring deep inside, shaking him to his very soul.

He gently closed her door and walked down the corridor to the queen's rooms. He knocked and entered. His mother was in her light green evening gown and her hair was in a long braid.

"Hello, dear," She said kindly. "Do come in." he did so, closing the door behind him.

"Mother, I wanted to ask you something." Jenova looked at her son and beckoned him to sit in one of the chairs, taking the one across from him.

"What is it, Aikka? What's troubling you?"

He paused, ordering his thoughts. "What does it feel like, when blood calls to someone?"

"You feel drawn to that person, seeking them out unconsciously. You feel, a sort of stirring within yourself when you see that person, always wanting to be with them and protect them." She paused and peered closely at Aikka, then sat back with a knowing smile. "Which one is she, Aikka?"

He blushed faintly. "Molly." He answered at last, not meeting her eyes.

"She's the racer, is she not? Strength and intelligence, what do you think of her; you have spoken to her, yes?"

"Yes mother. She's a very kind person, very opinionated. She's not so different from me."

Next day

After breakfast, Molly was once again at the sea wall. She was thinking of Aikka, the prince seemed to be most prevalent in her mind since she came to Nourasia. Not that she knew why. She was contemplating why this was when she heard footsteps behind her. Thinking it was said Prince, she turned around with a big grin, only to see (dun-dun-dun) Tifa looking down at her, glaring. Molly stood up to face her only to get slapped in the face. She staggered but regained her balance before she could fall.

"Just who the hell do you think you are?!" Tifa screeched "A prince like Aikka shouldn't have to lower himself to someone like you. You aren't nobility, you're absolutely nothing! The prince will go with someone of breeding, culture, of noble birth, not some pathetic little nobody, do you understand me?! So learn your place!" Tifa stood glaring at Molly not that she had finished. Molly looked at her impassively, like she had during Tifa's tirade, sighed, then punch the noble girl in the gut, sending her to the ground.

"Let me make one thing clear to you, Tifa." Molly stood over her threateningly. "Aikka can choose whomever he chooses to. You have no say in this anymore. I'm not going to stand here and act like you own Aikka and that it's already been decided how Aerith's prophecy will end up."

Tifa stood up gasping. "Don't go there you beggar. I don't give a damn about that prophecy. She's nothing but a charlatan. I've learned to make my own fate. I won't rely on anyone else." Molly was disgusted and tried to walk away but Tifa grabbed her arm. "Don't you walk away from me; I'm not done with you yet."

"Really? Because I'm done with you." With that, Molly swung around, using her arm held by Tifa as a fulcrum and hit her with all her strength full in the face, knocking her down, on the edge of the wall. "I don't appreciate being threatened, by a bitch with no idea who she's messing with. So back off." She the left and headed back to the Palace.

Once inside she headed straight to her room, passing Yuffie and Marlene, who tried to talk her, and lay down on the bed, breathing deeply, trying to get her temper under control. She was ashamed of herself for sinking to the level of that bitch but she'd had on choice, she wouldn't let her go. True she could use that excuse, but to be honest, she enjoyed hitting the girl, and Molly wasn't very violent, mainly because she'd never felt such anger and being told she shouldn't talk to a boy.

With Tifa

She was struggling to sit up again, her skirts getting tangled in her legs. She finally got her skirts right and stood up. She rubbed her sore cheek, fuming silently, promising revenge against Molly. She would make her pay for defying a noble like her. She trudged her way back to the palace to rest up and plan her vendetta. She brushed past Aerith and several servants as she went to her room.

Aerith met up with Yuffie and Marlene outside the palace at the sea wall, all had been looking for each other.

"What do you think?" Yuffie asked.

Aerith answered, "I saw Tifa, she had a hit on her cheek and her clothes were messed up."

"Molly had a red mark on her cheek and looked rather distressed."

"I think the Prophecy is coming to fruition. All the players are in place, now we wait for the final move."

(I'd love to be evil and end it here but far too many people would kill me)

Aikka walked outside and found the three girls where Molly usually was. He walked over to them. They all looked up at him.

"Hey Aikka." Yuffie said amiably. "What's up?"

"What's going on here?"

"We were just discussing Molly and Tifa's relationship." Aerith answered. "It seems a little strained."

"How so?"

"They hit each other." Yuffie blurted out before Aerith could make a more tactful reply.

"They what?!"

"We don't know that for sure we were merely surmising." Aerith said while glaring at Yuffie. "We haven't talked to either of them yet."

"I'll talk to Molly. Marlene, will you talk to Tifa?"

"Yes, Aikka." She replied shyly.

Aikka left and went to Molly's room. He knocked on the door and waited for a reply. When he didn't get one, he carefully opened the door and went in. He saw Molly, awake on the bed looking out the window.

"Molly, are you alright?" Aikka asked carefully.

"I'm fine. Tifa just pissed me off. Saying you should only choose someone of noble birth, that someone like me was a waste, a nobody. It just ticked me off." Molly said lowly, her voice thick. She still didn't look at Aikka; she just stared out the window at the setting sun. "So I took a swing at her, and as petty as it sounds, I enjoyed it. She said I needed to know my place, and I put her in hers."

Aikka looked at her sadly. "Molly, you only did what you thought was right. I don't blame you." He walked closer to her, and Molly finally looked at him, just as he leaned down, and kissed her full on the lips. Molly's eyes widened, then slowly closed as she carefully put her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss; he put his arms around her, bringing her closer.

That's all she wrote. Only two chapters left, I'll try and be prompt with those. Next chappie is a lemon so it will go up, maybe.