October 13

Shall I call you Mr. Crescent?

I would say that I didn't give up my dreams, but then I might be lying to myself. It's hard to believe in anything positive these days. People don't even consider me a kid anymore. Someone once asked me what my dreams were. When I told them, they just laughed at me. And they laughed hard. They told me to stop, to just give it up. Apparently what happened to me has dubbed mea mature adult. The school and the financial business, I had to push aside the child in me. But when everything gets better, if anything gets better, I'll return to my dreams.

As for my past, it's a long story depending on where I start. Either we start with the happy times or the depressing story of a little girl. Anyway, I appreciate your help. And I keep that in mind. Although I think I'd feel guilty if I did ask for anything.

"Loveless" huh? I just started reading that. Curiosity got the best of me. I have my own little herbal garden in pots on my patio. I'd like some tips from your friend if possible.

~Kaiya

Sephiroth returned from what turned out to be a two week mission. He came home tired, irritated, covered in blood and ready to murder anyone who dared walked up to him. It was supposed to be two days but had turned into two weeks. the cadets never did anything right. They were to busy gawking at him to realize that they were in immediate danger. Of course he had to do all the work and more, as they celebrated amongst themselves. As soon as he stepped out of the shower his PHS beeped. Groaning with frustration, he got dressed and headed towards his office. Agitation showed on his face. The people of lower ranks immediately moved out of the way in order to save their lives.

Once at his office he started his report to get it over and done with. It only took Sephiroth 20 to 30 minutes to finish. He leaned back into his chair and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. A thought of Kaiya crossed his mind. Had he sent out his letter? After checking his coat he searched his entire desk. The search came up empty. If he really wanted to confirm anything, he had to go through the three large stacks of files and paperwork. Sephiroth looked at the towers and groaned in defeat.

Sephiroth got halfway through the final stack when he found he familiar envelope. He let out a sigh of relief. Instead of opening the letter then and there like he wanted to, the General left for home, letter in hand. When he finally got home he took off his coat and threw it and himself onto his bed. Once he got settled into the cotton bed sheets he opened the letter. He didn't seem to like the beginning but found himself chuckling towards the end. He'd have to talk to Angeal soon. Sephiroth put the letter down on the nightstand. The writing can start tomorrow. He turned off the light and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell fast asleep.

Sephiroth sat at his dinning room table with his breakfast and coffee. He had brought a pen, paper, and an envelope along with him. Nibbling on the last piece of bacon his pen started flying.

I wouldn't mind Ms. Minami.

I understand not being able to believe. There is a lot of negativity in the world today. The war doesn't help either.

I know what it's like to be thrown into adulthood at a young age. It must have been hard having to hear someone to tell you to quit. You should continue chasing. Especially when you're so determined. I can tell you are.

If you don't mind, I'd rather hear the depressing part. But you can start where ever you are comfortable. And don't feel guilty, I'm happy to help.

Be careful, don't want you corrupting yourself. I don't even need to read it, when it's been beaten into my head. I'll try to get you your tips. I don't think he'll talk though.

S. Crescent

Sephiroth finish his breakfast and washed his dishes. He left his apartment, locking the door behind him.

"Hey, I was just about to come get you. You wake up late?" Angeal asked as he walked up to him.

Sephiroth allowed a tiny smile to grace his features.

"Hello, Angeal. I have a couple of questions for you." Sephiroth glanced at Angeal from the corner of his eye.

"Shoot away." Angeal prepared himself.