Never Again
Chapter 3: Shower Pain
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII. I do not own Aeris or Sephiroth. Square does. Not me. Them. You try to sew me, I WILL hunt you down and shove my moth filled wallet down your greedy throat!! I have NOTHING you hear?!
Author's Note: Thank you guys for all of those amazing reviews! I'd also like to dedicate this chapter to one of my more dedicated reviewers from Greece! Mania, thank you so much for your sweet review! You took the time to actually email me to tell me what you thought and I really did appreciate it. And thank you to you guy who have reviewed and told me what you thought! I'm sorry that this chapter is so short, but after this chapter I'm going to try to make them longer. Thanks again everyone! Happy reading!
He must've been in there for a good hour. Hot water cascading down his rather muscular toned body. His skin was pale ivory and yet it looked almost tan with is silver hair dripping down the middle of his back, down his face and slightly down his chest. Gorgeous mako eyes had been covered by his eyelids as the water continued to splash Sephiroth full on in the face. Steam seemed to rush from every inch of his perfect chiseled body. His one wing was still folded neatly (but now very drenched) on the right side of his back. A very clearly worried expression on his face.
What the hell is going on? Last thing I remember is…oblivion. That puppet slaughtered me. I was so sure that I was going to end up in the lifestream…so why am I here?
He put some shampoo into his hair and began scrubing fiercely.
Did that Cet - …no. Her name is Aeris. …Why the fuck do I care!?
Frustrated, Sephiroth rapidly washed the shampoo from his hair.
That bitch of a woman tried to stop me! She tried to pull me from attaining glory…
He paused in his scalp assault.
So why am I feeling like this?
Tired hands fell to his sides.
I shouldn't be feeling like this…not toward her…
Mako and tear filled eyes shifted their gaze rapidly around the shower.
…What is happening to me? Why do I care this much?…
Hand balled into fists.
Is this my punishment? Are these…emotions a curse given to me in order to condemn me?
A slight growl erupted from deep in the silver haired man's throat.
And these emotions…being toward that…that…
Defeated eyelids covered tear filled mako eyes.
…That beautiful woman sitting on that bed in that bedroom just down the hall…
It was at that point in time that Sephiroth realized that he did, indeed, have emotions toward the flower girl of the Slums…yet he hated her for it.