Holy word count, Batman! They just keep getting longer XD; I don't know if this is good or bad? Bad for proofreading x_x and to think I was originally planning on making the previous chapter and 21 one big chapter. It would have been longer than half the fics on here!
Apologies for the late upload again, but I had some artwork to finish. Including a piece to do with this fic :) I want to upload them both at the same time. The pic can be found in my DA gallery, under the 'Silver winds under Blue skies' folder. It's titled 'A quiet evening' - Link to my DA page is in my profile \o/
As usual but with no less meaning, I want to thank my regular readers & say a biiiiig thanks to my regular reviewers. I am genuinely happy to hear your thoughts and feedback, so Thank you :) Apologies for any mistakes I may have overlooked, its almost 3am xD (I must stop this x_X)
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Chapter 21
Meia blinked at her friend a few times. Now it was her turn to be sheepish,
"On a…a date?" She stammered. She really wasn't sure how to take what she just heard. Sephiroth nodded. He'd taken her places before, but he'd never officially referred to them as 'dates'. Sephiroth leant his elbow on Meia's desk,
"I'm in need of a friend to help keep me…sane" He began,
"Won't Genesis or Angeal help?" Meia asked him, curiosity now overshadowing any nervous feelings. Sephiroth thought a moment and smiled,
"I doubt they'd take kindly to wearing a dress…" He laughed softly. Meia grinned despite herself. She had an idea where he was going now,
"Does this have anything to do with the gala in a few nights time?" She asked. He nodded,
"It does. Meia, do you want to come with me? And be my partner for the evening?" He asked her. Although he sounded reasonably confident, the pink tinge was back in his cheeks and Meia smiled softly. How different he was on a personal level, out of his imposing uniform and frosty façade.
"I would be honored" She answered with as much of a theatrical bow as being sat down allowed, "I've never been to anything so grand, though" She mused out loud, putting a finger to her lips "And I have absolutely nothing to wear…" She added, realization dawning. Sephiroth uncrossed his legs and stood up, fishing around in the pocket of his tailored jeans. Finally he pulled out a white card with the trademark red Shinra diamond on it. He handed it to her,
"This is my company card, you can visit town and find something nice to hire with it. I hear Sector one has the best places…"
Meia stared at the card, with its small stamp sized photo of him on it, "Are…you sure? You're giving me your credit card?"
"I trust you. Besides, I know the only thing you'll give in to is a coffee binge. I don't think that will bankrupt me" He smiled genuinely down at her.
"I don't know what to say…Thank you, Sephiroth…"
"Promise me one thing though," He began, accepting Meia's pat on the bed and sitting down next to her, "Find something really nice. You deserve it. And no grass stains, please" He added with a cocky smile. Meia chuckled and shoved him playfully with her shoulder and carried on staring at the card in her hands. Finally, she settled back into her nest of pillows, placing his card in a bag hanging on a hook beside her bed,
"You want to stay and watch a movie? There isn't anything else on…" She asked him with a nervous smile. He watched her a moment, before leaning back against the wall and folding his legs up,
"I wasn't planning on doing anything else this evening…I don't see why not"
"Finished that 'massive' pile of paperwork?"
"Perhaps…it wasn't quite as massive as I thought it was" He replied with a sheepish smile, before stifling a yawn behind his hand. Meia threw him a few pillows and settled down. So far, her week off was turning out to be her best yet.
"Whatever you need is fine"
"But…I need a few things, not just the dress…"
"Honestly Meia, its fine. Get whatever you have too and treat yourself to a coffee"
"But…"
Sephiroth chuckled softly down the phone and hung up. Women were apparently confusing at the best of times, according to the wise sage Hewley. When he'd told Angeal of his plans to simply hand over his credit card, his friend almost choked on the drink he had. Sephiroth looked up at Angeal, who was, like himself, working on a report in the briefing room,
"Something wrong? Has she maxed it out already?"
Sephiroth snorted softly, "No. And I very much doubt she will"
"Ha! One of the rules of life, Sephiroth, is to never give a woman your credit card, let alone tell them to go shopping with it!"
Sephiroth pursed his lips, "Just because you're a cheapskate, Angeal"
"I like being cheap, thank you very much. So what's up with her?"
"Apparently she will need more than a dress…"
"Of course she will" Angeal leant back in his chair and stretched, "Let's see. She will need a dress, shoes, makeup, perfume, something for her hair…possibly to get her hair done actually, a jacket…need I go on? Oh! Lingerie too…"
Sephiroth simply stared at his friend, "And? Your point?"
"Just how much more than us do you get paid…?" Angeal was utterly confounded that Sephiroth didn't seem to understand, "Have you set her a limit?"
"No. I don't feel the need too"
"You're crazy. I want to be there when she comes home…" Angeal shook his head.
"I trust Meia, Angeal. That's all there is too it. She's smart, she'll hire what she can and get the rest. Besides…I looked at her file with Lazard when we came home. It's her birthday the day after the gala"
"Really? Damn…wonder why she didn't say anything…"
"Probably because she didn't want people to feel obliged to celebrate it"
Angeal looked at Sephiroth and smiled, "You two really are a lot alike, aren't you?" He said with a hint of nostalgia. The silver haired man closed his eyes and sighed gently,
"It seems we are. I don't care what she gets. I just want her to treat herself, that's all" He answered and then got on with his report once more. Angeal watched him for a few moments, before doing the same. It was nice for him to see Sephiroth content because of someone, almost as if he was at peace. He certainly was a different man these days. Not in a drastic way, he certainly wasn't the type to act doe eyed. But Angeal could see something special connected those two, even if the change in Sephiroth was barely there to detect.
Meia stared at her phone after Sephiroth had hung up. She felt so humbled but terrified at the same time. Stashing it away again in her bag, she pulled out her wallet and pushed the white card up from its holdings. Could she really get whatever she wanted? She was adamant she would only hire a dress. There was no need to waste money on something she most likely would only wear once. The shoes she could hire as well. But everything else she would have to buy.
She took a shaky breath and placed the wallet in her bag again. Meia had gone to sector one at Sephiroth's recommendation and now stood in a large square filled with people. There was a market on today, and the smell of fresh bread and food wafted on the air and filled her nostrils. She sat down on the edge of an ornate fountain that marked the centre of the square and pulled out a notebook and paper. As she wrote down what she thought she would need, she smiled to herself. She was actually looking forward to the gala. In her wildest dreams, she'd never imagined attending such an event. It was defiantly a new sensation for a quiet, country girl.
Then something hit her. What if there was dancing? She couldn't dance…or more accurately, she'd never tried. Sure, anyone could get into the rhythm of a favourite piece of music and go crazy. But formal events called for formal practices and Meia was pretty sure dancing on tables to whatever groove you felt like wasn't appropriate. She swallowed thickly; did Sephiroth know how to dance? Instinctively she reached for her phone but stopped herself. She wouldn't bother him again for a while; he was probably busy with work. She took a deep breath and stood up, not quite managing to shake the feeling of excitement and nerves. As she decided on a street to head down and begin her search for a dress, her phone blipped at her from her bag. She fished it out to read while walking. It was a message, from Angeal;
To: Meia
Please don't worry about
Your shopping. Treat yourself,
It will make Him happy.
...
...
Later that day – Shinra building 49th floor
Genesis took an overly noisy bite from the dumbapple he held in his hands and munched on it contentedly. Angeal let out a groan of protest and held his head over his laptop,
"Must you been so obvious? You may be skipping work but we actually like to stay on top of things" Angeal grumbled. Genesis tossed his head haughtily and took another bite,
"Thanks to being suspended for a month, I've caught up on all my work thank you very much"
Sephiroth narrowed his eyes. Genesis had been acting like this for a while now, but it was no surprise really. Being confined to base for a month was incredibly boring for him. It was apparent when they spared, Genesis was notably fiercer. Like a petulant child that hadn't got his own way. He rubbed his temple slightly. He was almost finished; proofreading could be done in his room.
"So, did she say yes?" Genesis asked him suddenly, hopping up and thumping down on the wooden surface next to Sephiroth's laptop. He nodded as he typed, his green eyes flicking over the screen as he did so. Genesis made a sound that feigned mock surprise and took another noisy bite,
"Wonder what it's going to be like this year…" He mused out loud. When he didn't get an answer he began swinging his legs and humming to himself. Sephiroth ignored him. He wasn't in the mood to entertain Genesis today. He wanted to finish this report tonight so he had all of tomorrow to proofread them and then relax before the gala.
Finally, and despite the distractions, he managed to finish and took a long stretch. Genesis was currently pacing the room reciting Loveless to himself, and anyone who was listening. Which was annoying Angeal. Sephiroth stood up and turned his laptop off, but the gentle hiss of the door opening made him look round. His lips twitched as he tried to contain a smile,
"Ooooh, if it isn't Miss Second class!" Genesis cooed enthusiastically, snapping his book shut which caused Angeal to flinch, "You have a week off and still you're up here? Must be something about the place that you simply can't resist…"
"Genesis! Will you please-" Angeal finally snapped and growled at his friend. Genesis laughed and waved him down and Meia simply looked confused, "What's that smell…?" Genesis quizzed her, stepping closer and sniffing the air. Sephiroth watched him, another strange sensation rearing its head. He was baffled, it felt different…another new feeling to figure out. But when Genesis stepped closer to her, he felt a twist of anger. How can he be so forward with Meia? And why couldn't he be like that…
"It's…just coffee, Genesis…" Meia said defensively, holding up her large cup as some kind of proof. Genesis snorted and shook his head, now standing right in front of her,
"Oh no it's not…it's…hmmm" He leant in and sniffed closer to her, "just how much perfume are you wearing, Meia?" He concluded, a slight exaggeration used for emphasis. Meia stuttered and cursed to herself. She knew she should have changed before coming to find Sephiroth. Before she came home, she'd had a wander around a large department store just to make sure she had everything she needed. Before she knew it, she was absorbed in the fragrance department merrily sampling scents from across the world. Now she realised that she was wearing several different brands at once and all together, that smelt like a boudoir…or worse.
"I think that's enough, Genesis…" Angeal grouched at him, rubbing his forehead. Genesis laughed slightly before pulling his book out again and sitting himself down on the conference table. Meia chewed her lip and half contemplated leaving and going to get changed. But Sephiroth had caught her attention with an inquisitive tilt of his head. So she sighed and went to greet him, sipping her coffee to steady her embarrassment shot nerves.
"Heya, I thought I'd try here before your place…" She said to him, keeping more distance than she usually did between them. In the dry, clean air-conditioned environment she was in, Meia realised just how strong the scent coming from her was. She felt a little humiliated…
"I was just about to head off actually. Is everything ok?" Sephiroth asked her with a small smile. Meia nodded and looked behind her nervously,
"Yes…well, maybe…I uh…" She checked again. Genesis was currently occupying the other side of the room and Angeal was focused on his report, "I have to ask you something" She finished quietly, although still trying to keep her distance. Sephiroth raised an eyebrow; sensing she was uncomfortable, he quietly asked her to follow him out the room into the supply area beyond the glass. Once the door was closed and the others cut off, he turned to her,
"What is it, Meia?" He asked and leant on the wall behind him.
"Will…there be dancing at the gala?" She asked. Sephiroth shrugged his shoulders slightly and closed his eyes,
"Unfortunately, yes. Why?"
Meia swallowed, "I don't know how to dance. I've never tried before…" She said though a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of her head. Sephiroth's lips curled into a smile and he crossed his arms,
"Well, lucky for you I do. Come on" He said with a small laugh. Meia blinked and followed him, tossing her empty coffee cup in the bin on her way past. He led her to the training room, where he blacked out the windows and isolated the holographic area and then entered. Meia followed after him,
"Are you serious? Is there anything you can't do?"
"Nothing I've tried. Come here" He beckoned her over to him, again with an alluring flick of his fingers. Meia tried to ignore it. What was he going to do? The smell of the perfume was still bothering her, but she did as she was told, her nerves rising again. Sephiroth was currently looking down his nose at her, clearly enjoying himself,
"In theory, it's simple. There is always a waltz to dance do. Couples are expected to participate…"
"You say that with distain…" Meia questioned, stopping in front of him, "You don't like it, I assume"
"I don't like the whole event, Meia, no one component is any different. And I've never had a partner before…" He replied, noting she was still keeping her distance. She looked at him with a puzzled expression,
"Then…what are you doing?"
"Teaching"
"But …if you don't want to dance, why show me how?"
He laughed softly and smiled, "Because, you might enjoy it" He said simply. Meia looked a little stunned,
"You would dance…just for me?" She said quietly, prompting him to nod his reply. Meia felt her cheeks warm as she stammered a 'thank you' to him. Sephiroth stepped closer to her and began explaining that there was always a leader and a follower. She was relieved when he said the male usually leads. She would have a hard time leading a six foot six man around. He placed his right hand on her back and held his left up, asking her to clasp it. Meia could feel her heartbeat quicken. She was nervous, made all the worse due to the fact she was conscious of the way she smelt. She clasped his hand as instructed and stared at it. It was so small compared to his, yet he held it with gentle care. She swallowed slightly and looked at him again; he was explaining that she should lean back against his other hand a little so he could support her. Finally, he took her left hand and placed it on his right arm, and held her hand once more, finishing the hold. Meia looked at the setup, taking it in and trying to remember,
"I have a question…" She began, "How do you know this? I'm surprised…" She asked him. He smirked down at her,
"Dancing is as easy as fighting. It's all just choreography. The hard part is having a partner…" He added with tinge of playfulness. Seeing Meia's face fall however caused him to carry on in his usual patient, coaching tone, "I learned a lot when I was a child, Meia. I learned so quickly I think the teachers and mentors all had bets to see how much information I could take on board…"
"This is going to be a disaster…" Meia wailed softly. She looked up as Sephiroth chuckled,
"Hardly. Look at my feet, Meia. Practice stepping into my last footstep…" He explained, and drew his left foot back a pace. Meia nodded and looked down, stepping her right foot to where his used to be. Slowly he got her used to his movement with random steps, a few of which she tripped over trying to anticipate his moves. He scolded her gently and instructed her to follow him, not to fight him. Blushing, Meia tried again and gradually she relaxed a little more and stopped falling over his feet. Then he showed her the basic step, which was relatively easy because it was choreographed. Meia's nerves gradually melted away and she actually began to enjoy herself.
And she began to notice her feelings creeping up on her. The feelings she had hidden away deep inside. It was no secret she enjoyed Sephiroth's company and called him her friend, but what was surfacing now she tried hard every day to contain. But what was the harm? They were in a sealed room. No one was watching or listening. There was no one to deceive, only Him. And he was the one person she didn't want to deceive.
After a while she stopped looking at their feet. She had caught on fast and the movement was becoming natural and fluid,
"Are you comfortable now Meia?" He asked gently,
"Well…more comfortable than I was, shall we say…"
"Pay no attention to Genesis. He's just bored and looking for someone to get a rise out of" He replied, his eyes lingering on the top of her head. She smiled; it was nice of him to think of her like that,
"I do smell rather strange though…" She confessed. Sephiroth chuckled softly,
"I didn't want to say anything…" He replied and looked into her eyes. She was still blushing, "Did you have a nice time today?"
Meia nodded and smiled at him. She was acting strange, she was timid and shy. Her true nature had surfaced. He sighed softly and continued to lead her around the room, noticing she had learned quickly.
"You know…" He began again softly, "If you're comfortable with the step now, we should see if you can do it without looking…"
"What do you mean…?" Came her quiet reply,
"Dancers don't look at their feet, Meia. They enjoy themselves, their environment, and their company. You can't do that staring at the floor…" Sephiroth stated gently. Then, throwing his own caution to the winds, he stopped and pulled her closer. At first, Meia stiffened. What was he doing? She could feel the open buckles on his coat pressing against her bellybutton area. Her eyes lingered on the pale, almost perfect skin of his chest. The contours of his collarbone. The tiny jump of his skin, moved by his heart beneath his chest. She was aware of every part of him pressed against her gently and she now found it impossible to look down. Was this what he meant?
"This is hip contact Meia" His voice had changed. Gone was the tone of a mentor and in its place, the sweet whisperings of a dear friend, "It allows for more subtle signals. And a more…sensual dance" His voice was almost a purr.
Meia took a shaky breath and finally looked up at him. He was stunningly beautiful. Almost too beautiful to be a man, but he was. For a moment, she forgot all her worries, all her inhibitions, all her fears and simply stared into his eyes. Pools of luminous blue green, flicking ever so slightly as he watched her. She watched the long slit of his pupils twitching and changing. Why were they shaped like that? Sephiroth was a mystery. A beautiful enigma, almost too perfect in appearance, as if he was handed down from the heavens. Her heart longed to know more. But with a quick, almost apologetic smile, he looked away over her head,
"If you feel comfortable enough, then tomorrow we can dance like this" He said gently. Meia nodded her head and cleared her throat,
"I'd like that. Very much, thank you for teaching me"
"My pleasure, Meia" And with that sentence, he released her gently and broke the contact they shared. He said goodbye to her and left the room, leaving her standing holding a hand to her chest. Her heart was beating much stronger and she cursed softly.
How much longer can I deny this feeling?
….
"What have you been doing? Where did you vanish too?" Genesis demanded to know. Sephiroth sighed, his thumping heart had almost settled but he still felt the effects of her body pressed so close to his. He had to break the contact; alone in a room like that his own body was reacting in ways he'd never experienced before. He wasn't sure what to make of it, or what would happen, so he left.
"Why are your cheeks pink? …what were you up to with Meia eh?" Genesis had caught on fast, as usual, and Sephiroth's anger was simmering again,
"That's none of your business, Genesis. Aren't you done annoying people for the day?" He replied as he retrieved his laptop, his voice carrying an edge of frustration. Genesis scoffed and folded his arms,
"Whatever it was it's got you flustered. I've never seen you like this before…"
"My body and my whereabouts are not open for discussion, Genesis"
"Why so grumpy? You should be happ-" But Sephiroth stormed out before Genesis could finish. He blinked and watched him leave, before shrugging and sitting down next to Angeal. The older man sighed and leant back,
"What have I told you about that? Don't tease him…"
"Why is he acting like this? It's annoying…"
"Try and imagine what he's feeling right now. He never shows his emotions, never discusses his feelings. Now he's found someone that he's happy to spend time with, and he's trying to figure his emotions out slowly. But his body is betraying him, moving faster than he's comfortable with. And it's not so easy to hide physical changes… Can't you see how infuriating that is for someone like Sephiroth?" Angeal explained steadily. Genesis nodded, he had a point.
Sector 1 Plaza – 18:09 the following evening
The usual blanket of darkness that enveloped Midgar was ever present, but tonight it was being defied buy sector one's glitz and glamour. It was the sector that boasted the richest, most cultured locations. Designer shops littered every street; the window displays ever changing to entice the well to do folk of the city to part with their hard earned cash. Finely designed architecture was everywhere, from the simplest meeting place to the grandest building. The whole sector screamed sophistication and class. So it was no surprise the venue for the Gala was located here also. A vast building rose magnificently from the centre of the plate, lit from the ground with an array of spotlights. Drapes and banners hung from the high walls of the front of the place, leading the eye down to the massive crowds that had already gathered. They waited for their hero's to appear, famous faces from every aspect of Midgar's culture were invited to attend the evening by the President.
In front of the venue were three long courtyards that formed an approach to the building and served as a lively park by day to friends and work colleagues to meet and socialise. The east courtyard was closed off and guarded, serving as a meeting area for guests before they made their way into the venue via the main central courtyard. A row of fountains cut through the centre of each segment shaped park and formed a pleasant backdrop to the otherwise excited and loud crowd.
Sephiroth swallowed dryly. Give him a mission over this any day. This one night struck fear into his heart far more than anything he had ever encountered. Maybe that was an exaggeration, he thought, but the Gala was still utterly terrifying. Genesis and Angeal were standing with him in the east courtyard away from the crowds. Usually, guests made their entrance with their dates, and all three so far were still waiting on theirs. Angeal tapped him on the arm,
"Want me to check everything is on straight?" He asked. Sephiroth nodded. All three of them were wearing their dress uniforms. Only First Class SOLDIERS were invited as guests of honour to the Gala, and of course the director. So to make sure they were distinguishable, their dress code was formal military wear. Angeal tugged on the stiff collar around Sephiroth's neck, making sure it was neat and straight. He circled him and brushed at the small cape slung around his left shoulder, making sure there was nothing on it,
"Why are these things made from wool? There has to be a more comfortable material than this…" Genesis complained, tugging on the front of his long, thick, black embellished waistcoat. Angeal agreed with him and finished checking Sephiroth's boots for scuffs or marks,
"Your clean, everything's perfect" He advised finally. Sephiroth thanked him and bent his knees slightly, the stiff leather of his boots creaking in protest; It had been a while since he'd worn his uniform and the pants were a little on the tight side. But they were tailored that way. Genesis was currently flexing his legs also, noticing Sephiroth doing the same,
"It's a blessing the coats are so long…my ass is perfect in these trousers. I wouldn't be left alone" He joked, earning a laugh from Angeal. Sephiroth smiled and listened to the crowd's one courtyard over as the noise from them elevated. He sighed and stared down the dark courtyard to its end, where it fell away to a lower level via a wide staircase. The noise died down again and the sound of the fountains running up the centre of the courtyard could be heard once more. The evening was still quite warm from the day, despite summer being past its peak now. But Midgar's smoggy umbrella had a habit of trapping and containing heat very well. Involuntarily he raised a hand to the front of his jacket and gave it a pat, seeking the reassuring bulk of something he was concealing within it.
After a minute or so, heeled footsteps could be heard striding confidently towards them from the dark end of the courtyard. Angeal stepped forward and waved. It was his date. A well groomed woman, older than he was, wearing a modest green dress. She smiled and embraced him, before offering her compliments on his uniform. Angeal had been seeing her for some time now, but Sephiroth had never met her. Angeal introduced them and he nodded politely, flashing a small smile. His 'gala smile' was well rehearsed but he tried to at least show a genuine one to his friend's dates. Next came Genesis's date. A young woman from the theatre. As far as He or Angeal knew, they hadn't been together very long. She was wearing a less modest deep crimson dress and her curly blond hair fell and bounced about her shoulders. She reminded him of someone…
"And this is Sephiroth…"
"Ah yes, of course I know you" She cooed at him. Sephiroth inwardly groaned. He knew what that tone meant. She tilted her head coyly and offered her hand, presumably hoping to have it kissed. But Sephiroth simply smiled and said 'pleased to meet you' before turning his attention back down the courtyard. He hoped Meia would arrive soon and that she hadn't got lost.
"Why don't you head off, she shouldn't be much longer. I'll join you inside" He asked the small group with him, to which they agreed and headed towards the main entrance. Sephiroth watched them go and listened as the crows welcomed them. He sighed; maybe the entrance wouldn't be so bad knowing he wouldn't be alone this time.
Just before he began to worry, a new set of footsteps could be heard from the other side of the line of fountains. Was it Meia? Then a figure stepped into sight through a gap in the line and appeared to hesitate, before taking a few unsure steps forward. Then the light from the lamps fell on them as they stepped through the walkway. Sephiroth's mouth opened ever so slightly. It was Meia. And she looked beautiful. He caught his breath as his stomach and heart fluttered, he'd never felt anything like this before. He stepped forward to get a better look. By now she had seen him and was smiling, a look of plain relief on her face. The pale glow of the lamp above him illuminated her flowing coral pink and blue dress, bouncing off of what looked like scales on the bodice, giving way to a fluttering, flowing skirt made from layers of pearly, sheer fabric. The bodice was a sleeveless corset, and she was wearing her necklace which complimented her look perfectly. Her hair was pulled into a loose, flowing fey like style and was decorated with a delicate silver headband.
She stepped up to him; her impressive heels placed her much closer to his eye line. He was still dumbstruck as he looked down at her necklace, the delicate feathers that finished her bodice at the top, softening the transition from dress to skin,
"I'm glad I found you, I was starting to worry…this is a bit intimidating…" She laughed nervously. Noticing Sephiroth was still silent, she chewed her lip, "Is it too much? Oh I knew I went overboard…" She began to babble as she did when she was nervous. Sephiroth blinked, finally coming round. He was still trying to make sense of the way he felt right now,
"It's not too much. You look…" He took a breath and tried to relax, "You look beautiful, Meia"
"Really? I look ok?" She said through her fingers, having brought her hand to her face in worry. Sephiroth managed a smile and nodded,
"You look wonderful. Are you ready?" He asked, glancing over his shoulder in the direction of the entrance.
"As I'll ever be" She said, taking a deep breath. Sephiroth looked down at her and offered his right elbow. He was actually relieved she was as nervous as he was, they could get through this together. She took it, linking her arm with his and falling into stride next to him. They walked towards the steps at the dark end of the courtyard, before heading for a gap in the greenery that led up to the central, main courtyard, via another set of steps. Before they set foot on the top few, Sephiroth stopped and composed himself,
"I hate this bit…" He half mumbled. Meia gave his arm a gentle squeeze,
"You'll be fine" She reassured him, rubbing his arm gently and smiling at him. He nodded, took a deep breath, and together they cleared the last few steps.
The main courtyard, unlike the one they had emerged from, was still well lit as far down as they were. Mercifully, a few groups of guests were still waiting for dates, or smoking their last cigarettes, so the fact a small couple had joined their midst went unnoticed. At first. But as they strode closer to the entrance, the flashing crowds began to spot them and before long an almighty uproar had started. Meia was shocked at the reaction. Photographers, despite being held behind press barriers, scrambled to get shots of the tall SOLDIER, shoving and yelling at each other. Groups of excited fans all clambered to get a better look at Sephiroth, a sea of arms holding out pens and books for him to sign.
"Do you sign any?" Meia asked quietly in his ear,
"A few, were asked too by the President" He replied. Meia slipped her arm out from his as they got closer to the barriers and he stepped forwards, accepting his first signing. Meia hung back and watched as camera flashes went off wildly. He was being treated like an A list movie star. Young men and women all clambered to get a piece of him, asking him questions to which he mostly replied with a simple smile and a nod. She could see now why someone as private as Sephiroth would feel uncomfortable out here. A few flashes were aimed her way and before she knew it, a female reporter had seized her opportunity,
"And here I am with the lady seen arriving with Sephiroth, good evening! Are you excited to be the date of one of the most popular guests?" She asked confidently, almost thrusting her microphone in Meia's face. She didn't know what to do…
"I uh…I guess I am…"
"What's your name? The public are dying to know!" She grinned happily at her. Giving her name was about the same as signing a death wish,
"Do they now" She blagged with a nervous laugh, trying to stand with some air of dignity. The reporter wasn't budging though and Meia actually contemplated giving a fake name. But Sephiroth had noticed she was being harassed by the press and turned to rescue her,
"Mr Sephiroth! Were very happy you could make it tonight!" The reporter's excitement was barely contained and she made to carry on, but he cut her off,
"So am I. If you'll excuse us…" He lied and moved past the woman, steering Meia by the waist. Meia breathed a sigh of relief and linked her arm in Sephiroth's again and walked the remaining distance into the main hall.
"Thank you…" She whispered to him once the doors closed behind them, drowning out most of the noise. The entrance hall was a grand affair, high ceilinged and vast. It was curved, probably mirroring the shape of the event hall beyond it. A grand central staircase lead up to what she presumed was the auditorium, event planners and waiting staff could be seen flitting in and out of them. All the guests so far were occupying the entrance hall and the turnout was quite impressive. Sephiroth was currently scanning the crowd for Genesis and Angeal, but Meia was distracted by all the famous faces she could pick out. Actors, musicians, public figures…everywhere she looked there was someone,
"Ah, there they are…but" Sephiroth said suddenly. Meia looked up at him with questioning eyes which prompted him to finish his sentence, "But Scarlet is with them…" He finished dryly, his expression dulling to a look of discontent.
"Scarlet? The head of the weapons department?" Meia recalled. Sephiroth nodded and suggested they pick a quiet spot to wait in until she was gone.
They found a spot under an air conditioning vent and waited there, basking in the cool current that drifted down the meet them. Meia sipped on a thin flute of champagne that she'd plucked from a waiter on his way past and watched Sephiroth try to loosen his uniform. She smiled,
"Is this standard formal dress?" She asked him. He nodded with a sigh,
"Yes, but it's not very comfortable…" He said, tugging on the collar fastened around his neck. Meia sat down on a chair and watched him, noting his apparent discomfort,
"Well, you look good in it…" She said quietly, "It's very flattering" Her eyes drifted all over him, taking in the lines and tailoring. The boots she especially liked, the outer edge of them came all the way up to his thigh but were cut away on the inside of the leg and made from the shiniest of leather,
"Will I get a uniform like that?" She asked serenely, still allowing her eyes to linger on him. He shrugged,
"Who knows? Women usually prefer to join the Turks and those who have been in SOLDIER have so far never made it to First" He gave up trying to get comfortable and sat down beside Meia, crossing a leg over his knee. Meia did likewise and they watched as more guests trickled in. The hall was quite full by the time they were allowed in and people started filing up the stairway. Lazard and Callo, Meia recognised him from the Kalm mission, found them when the crowd thinned and was currently conducting introductions. He informed them that the SOLDIER unit had their own table so they went as a group into the auditorium.
Meia gasped as she stepped through the double doors. The inside was huge. A stage was set up at the far end with a large clear area in front of it, presumably for the dancing later. Tables and chairs took up the remaining space. Meia couldn't help but notice she was getting a few sideways glances cast at her, and the looks from some of the women were nothing short of venomous. She bit her lip nervously; she wouldn't let them get to her. She was here to support her friend and that was that.
An usher led them to their table, where Genesis and Angeal already sat, along with their dates. Meia noticed Genesis's date started acting more coy when they approached and she arched an eyebrow.
"Ah! I was wondering where you four were" Angeal said cheerily as the rest of their company sat down. Sephiroth quietly mentioned something about avoiding certain company as he pulled Meia's chair out for her. Most of them smirked, except the three outside dates; they didn't really know what he meant.
A large tray of canapés was served shortly after they sat down and they picked at them while small talk was exchanged. Meia stared at the bite sized treats. She hoped something more substantial was on the way; she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. Her stomach growled at her, but luckily only Sephiroth heard it over the chatter filling the room. He gave her a sideways glance with a small shrug and handed her the treat she was trying to grab but couldn't quite reach. He leant closer to her ear as she munched on it,
"If you're still hungry later we can get something. I can almost guarantee that what were served won't satisfy us. Especially those of us who skipped a meal…"
"How did you know?"
"Lucky guess" He said with a small laugh and helped himself to food.
A short time later, a tall somewhat lanky young man strode on stage wearing a pristine white suit and introduced himself as Rufus Shinra. Meia and her present company listened as he opened the evening, thanking the guests for attending and hoping they all enjoy themselves. Meia cast her eyes round; of the people at her table, the only people that seemed genuinely excited were the dates. Was it simply because military men weren't into this sort of thing? She sipped her drink and her eyes fell on Genesis's girlfriend. She was sitting almost opposite of Sephiroth and throughout Rufus's speech; she was trying to catch his attention. Her body language, her eyes…everything was screaming 'look at me' But Sephiroth had his eyes fixed firmly on the President's son. The blonde woman was making her uncomfortable…
Then the awards were handed out. Genesis received an award for his contributions to Loveless. Meia knew he was involved with it, but she didn't actually know how much. She sat and watched footage of him on stage and was impressed with his acting abilities and applauded enthusiastically when he went on stage to receive it, looking very pleased with himself. But again she noticed his date hardly looked at him. She was still making eyes at Sephiroth. And Meia was beginning to feel a twinge of jealousy. Had this woman no shame?
So her reaction to the final award was no surprise. The president honoured and awarded Sephiroth for his contributions to the conflict with the Wutai. He was hailed as a hero and the entire hall broke out into a standing ovation when he strode on stage. Almost the entire hall. Genesis only got up when he realised the rest of the table was. His date was practically beside herself with admiration. Meia turned her attention back to Sephiroth, holding a stiff salute as yet another decoration was pinned to his jacket. She looked at his face, it was a perfect mask. She knew underneath he was squirming with discomfort, but he bore it well.
"You're running out of room on your jacket, Sephiroth" Angeal's date commented jovially, which earned her a small smile from the man in question. Main meals were now being served and Meia, although relieved to be eating something, couldn't ignore the void in her stomach. She had to constantly remind herself of her manors in an effort to stop herself eating like a chocobo,
"So Meia!" Lazard's date chirped suddenly, "I hear you were promoted to Second recently, my congratulations. I'm not sure I've ever heard of a more successful woman in the military. Are you progressing at the rate you had hoped?"
Meia swallowed her current, pathetic, mouthful and smiled, "Defiantly, more so actually…"
"She'll be outclassing the boys soon" Lazard added with a pleasant laugh. Meia waved him down, slightly embarrassed,
"I doubt that Sir"
"Come now, don't be modest. It just goes to show what having a First Class mentor can do for a SOLDIER" Lazard mused, "It's not often they express an interest in coaching subordinates"
"That just makes us look bad, Sir" Callo remarked, his wife giggling beside him.
"Oh? Who is your coach?" Genesis's date asked. Meia's eyes instinctively flicked sideways to Sephiroth before she could help herself, "Ahh, I see" And she fixed Meia with a very subtle, but very clear stare for a moment. Meia pursed her lips,
"Sir's, everyone, If you'll excuse me a moment" She said, rising out of her seat and looking around for the restrooms. She needed to take a breather and stretch her legs. Once in the bathroom, which was as grand as the building it was located in, she leant on the sink counter and sighed deeply. Her stomach growled at her and she held a hand to it. She was worried about the woman with Genesis. She knew full well Genesis had to struggle to keep his rivalry with Sephiroth in check and his date flirting with him wouldn't make matters any better. She turned and checked her reflection in the mirror. What little makeup she had on was still in place and her hair was meant to look wistful and flyaway. For once…
"Oh, so this is where you went to" A voice purred beside her. It was Genesis's date. Meia smiled slightly and nodded,
"Yes, I needed to stretch my legs" She replied pleasantly. The woman tossed her head and began re touching her own makeup. Meia decided to leave but before she managed too, the woman had spoken again,
"So how long have you and Sephiroth been together?" She asked candidly, tracing her lips with lipstick. Meia was taken aback,
"Together? Oh no, were just friends" She answered, her heart sinking slightly when she said 'friends'
"I see…"
Meia nodded to her back and left quickly. Why would she ask such a thing? Meia's concern turned to worry. She had a bad feeling brewing in her stomach that wasn't entirely hunger. She re-joined the table, noting Genesis and Sephiroth were missing as she sat down. Lazard chuckled to himself; his cheeks were tinged ever so slightly with red,
"Once one goes, everyone needs too!" He stated merrily and took another swig of his drink.
….
Sephiroth dried his hands and replaced his white uniform gloves, before leaning on a wall in the men's restrooms. He sighed and rubbed his eyes gently. He'd rather be at home on his sofa. He'd rather be doing anything but be here. He looked down at his newest decoration, a platinum cross on a blue ribbon. He hated it. Or rather, he hated what it made people see him for. A tool, a war hero. He despised the looks he got from women, all undressing him with their eyes, all fawning over what he was. Not who he was. But did he really hate it? Part of him loved it. Loved the fighting, loved the battles. It was all he knew, all he'd ever known. But lately, his feelings were changing. Before he was content with feeling aloof and distant. Keeping those who would take advantage of him at arm's length and absorbing himself in his work. His passion. Fighting.
But lately, it wasn't enough. Lately his emotions were all over the place. He recognised it as concern, worry. Worry over what someone might think of him. What a certain someone might do if they found out what he was like when he fought. But she already knew. Twice she'd been exposed to him, unbridled. Untamed. His hologram records him when he's fighting, when he's killing. It doesn't care who the opponent is, it hunts them mercilessly with the brutality of his true nature.
And twice Meia had been exposed to it. How he hated the thought of her seeing him like that. There was other things as well. Things about his past, his childhood, his pain. What would she do if she knew? Would she run? He longed to tell her, but at the same time he struggled with his feelings. For the first time in his life, he was afraid of something.
Sephiroth brushed himself off and stepped back out into the corridor the restrooms were located in. He looked up; the woman that was with Genesis was here. What was she doing? But then a look came across her face that he knew too well. Usually, he would brush them off in confidence. He didn't dislike women, but there were certain types he'd rather not get involved with. Shallow, materialistic types without an ounce of intelligence. The type that would sell him to the media and brag to their friends. Sephiroth was not content to be a trophy on such a woman's mantelpiece. No mantelpiece was grand enough…But now, now he felt different. He'd rather not interact with any of them, just in case She saw. Sephiroth didn't want anything to jeopardize his relationship with Meia. Even if they never had the courage to open up to each other, he was content. For what she gave him even now was enough. Enough to keep him longing, enough to give him contentment. He didn't want to lose that…
"Well hello there" The sound of the woman's voice brought him out of his thoughts. It would seem a brush off was going to be needed. He only hoped she would get the message,
"Miss, if you're looking for Genesis I think he went to socialise with the theatre group…" He stated politely with a respective nod of his head. But she simply smirked and stepped closer to him,
"Oh no, I'm not looking for Genesis, I was looking for you…" She purred. Sephiroth groaned inwardly and remained silent. He tried sidestepping her but she blocked his path,
"Why don't we go somewhere a little more private? Get to know each other…" She said, reaching for his chest. He gently but firmly blocked her advance, sweeping her hand to her side again,
"I don't think that would be appropriate" He said firmly, looking away from her. But she wouldn't give up without a fight,
"Don't worry, Genesis will never know. And your little friend has said its ok…"
"Little friend?" He hoped she didn't mean Meia…
"The girl your with, Maria? She said I can have you all to myself…"
"It's Meia. Did she now…" He highly doubted it, but a tiny voice in the back of his mind taunted him, "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested" And this time he moved past her, despite another attempt to keep him there. He closed his eyes and frowned, did Meia really say that? He returned to the table, Meia was sitting by herself sneakily finishing off the remaining finger food. Callo and his partner were turned and talking to people behind them and there was no sign of his colleagues. He sat down gently beside her, prompting her to sigh with relief,
"Oh thank goodness. I thought you'd bailed without me" She laughed nervously at him. He looked at her for a moment. She was so beautiful and strong, yet so fragile. He couldn't help himself and he allowed his feelings to surface while she was distracted by her surroundings. His eyes lingered over her body, her features. She was fit and powerful thanks to her SOLDIER training, but somehow she still retained her soft feminine beauty. She was a rose with thorns, exquisite, soft, but more than capable of looking out for herself. And her emotional vulnerability. That which caused his feelings to swirl and stir in a tempest inside him. Awakening Instincts that he couldn't make sense of. He wanted to protect her, to guide her, to hold her. To love her.
His heart ached and he looked away. Always the sickening feeling would come to him when he lost himself to her. The guilt over what he'd done in the past and recently, reared its ugly head. And the fear. The fear that she would distance herself from him if he opened his heart and exposed his pain. But he'd shown her a glimpse and she hadn't run. Indeed, it made them closer. That night in his apartment. He closed his eyes and felt her hand on his head once more. The weight of it barely there yet he could feel her warmth, her compassion. He'd never felt anything like it in his life. It made him woozy with comfort, made him long for more of her touch. He realised just how much his body and soul yearned for it. He almost felt as if he could be done with the harsh, cold battles, and lose himself in the feeling of contentment.
He looked down as he felt a small pressure on his arm,
"Are you ok?" Meia said quietly, fixing him with her eyes. He smiled a little and nodded,
"Meia…Genesis's date. Did she…say anything to you?" He asked quietly. Meia pursed her lips in thought,
"Only…that she assumed we were, you know…a couple" She answered him sheepishly. He noted the flush appearing on her cheeks,
"And nothing else?"
Meia shook her head slightly, "No, nothing. But…"She lowered her voice further and leaned a little closer to him, "I don't like her, Sephiroth. She hasn't taken her eyes off you all night. I feel sorry for Genesis" She finished, looking down at the embellishments on Sephiroth's cuff. He nodded and looked around. Guests were all intermingling now, a small orchestra was setting up on stage and more champagne was being handed out by waiters. The dancing would start soon. He was astounded to find himself actually looking forward to it somewhat. He looked down again at the silver strands decorating Meia's hair. He wanted to dance with her, properly this time. He was worried what his body would do again, but with this many distractions, she might not notice.
"Sephiroth? Can we get some air? It's getting a little stuffy in here…" She asked him quietly. He nodded and rose, offering her his arm. But as they walked into a corridor that would lead them to a secluded area outside, they heard voices. And they didn't sound happy…
"Is this where you have been all night? Hanging around like a stray animal?" It was defiantly Genesis's voice. Sephiroth and Meia stopped and listened, darting quickly into a side corridor. They had no desire to walk into an awkward scene…
"Well…what do you expect? You've hardly looked my way all evening! I had to find something to do with myself"
"I've been busy, I'm sorry but I can't devote all my time to you. This is a social event…"
"Hmpf"
"Please don't be like this; what have you been doing anyway?"
"Oh, just…meeting people"
"People? Who?"
There was a long, awkward pause,
"Oh never mind, Genesis. I'm going home…"
"You've been trying to see Him…haven't you?
"I said never mind, Genesis!"
"It's true, isn't it? You're telling me you only came here for a chance to meet Sephiroth?"
"Look I…"
"I don't believe this…is this your whole motive for dating me? To get to him? You think I haven't noticed the way you've been looking at him all evening?"
"Ok, fine! If it's what you want to hear, Yes. I used you to get to him, happy? Half the women here are doing the same thing. But don't worry; he's as frigid as you are! Wouldn't even so much as look at me…Goodbye Genesis!"
Meia's stomach lurched. This is exactly what she was afraid of, this wouldn't help the delicate mood between friends…She jumped as Genesis walked past them and stopped, a dark expression on his face. He smelt of alcohol and cigarette smoke. The tension was almost unbearable; neither of them spoke for a few moments before Sephiroth tried,
"Genesis…I'm…"
"Save it, alright? I don't want to hear it" Genesis stated firmly. Sephiroth tilted his head and pursed his lips, but Genesis turned to him. There was fury in his eyes,
"I'm sick and tired of being in your shadow!" He hissed under his breath, "You have it all, don't you? The fame, the glory, the skill…the woman" He nodded his head at Meia, who recoiled slightly. She didn't want to get in the middle of this…
"Please, Genesis, You think I mean for things like this to happen?"
"It wouldn't surprise me, you arrogant bastard…"
"Arrogant? Me?" Sephiroth raised his head and narrowed his eyes, "I think you ought to quit while your ahead, Genesis"
"No, don't talk to me like a child, Sephiroth, you have no right! Maybe now when women approach me, I should just give them your number instead"
"Genesis…I had nothing to do with what happened. She cornered me, yes, but I made it clear I wasn't interested…"
"That has nothing to do with it! How would you like it? How would you feel if for instance Meia here…told you that all along she just wanted to use you to get to Angeal or Lazard? How would that make you feel? Like second best?"
"Don't drag Meia into this…" Sephiroth was starting to anger, "She has nothing to do with your issues"
"My issues? So now I have issues and Mr Perfect gets to walk away?" Genesis's voice finally rose above a hiss and with a growl, he seized Sephiroth's collar and slammed him into the wall of the main corridor. Meia had to move out the way quickly and she watched in horror as the two friends fought,
"Try being second best, Sephiroth, see how it feels. I just had my heart chewed up and spit out because of you. Everything that goes wrong now is because of you!" He spat, pushing Sephiroth into the wall. Sephiroth was trying his best to remain calm, he wouldn't lose his temper in front of Meia and right now, his resentment for Genesis was growing. How dare he do this in front of her…
"All the news ever says is Sephiroth this, Hero that. You're not the only hero!" Genesis continued his tirade. Meia's eyebrows tightened, this wasn't fair…
"Genesis, Heroes are chosen by the media…he didn't volunteer for this, can't you see? Your jealousy is blinding you"
"Shut up, Meia. You think he's Mr Perfect? You should see him when he's killing people" Genesis had turned his venom on her and he wasn't holding back, "He enjoys it. He's a monst-" But Genesis couldn't finish. With extraordinary speed and precision, Sephiroth broke Genesis's hold on him and sent him flying into the opposite wall with a sickening crunch. Meia covered her mouth in shock,
"Stop this, both of you! You'll hurt each other!" She pleaded, but they weren't listening,
"Oh, you haven't shown her the real you then? Want to get your money's worth before you send her running?" Genesis challenged, holding the back of his head. He'd got his rise out of Sephiroth but he realised his last sentence may have taken it a step too far. A look of shock crossed his face when Sephiroth's fish slammed into his jaw, sending him sprawling on the floor. With a deep growl, Sephiroth got down on one knee and lifted him by his collar,
"I said leave her be…how dare you. You DO have issues, Genesis, but don't you dare project them onto her" He said, his voice was deep and dangerous. Meia couldn't see his eyes but she wasn't sure she wanted to. In the next instance, Angeal's figure appeared at the end of the hall and, a look of horror crossing his face; he sprinted down to the warring friends,
"Put him down, Sephiroth!" He demanded. Sephiroth complied with a sigh of frustration and got up,
"He'll be fine, once he sobers up. I didn't do anything to harm him…" He said steadily, his composure seemingly restored. Angeal helped Genesis up and looked between them, confusion and anger on his face,
"What the hell happened here? What were you thinking?" He demanded, not unlike a father scolding his children. Genesis looked at Sephiroth's back and then at Meia,
"Just a misunderstanding, it won't happen again…" He said, his voice back to normal and almost apologetic. Sephiroth marched off without a word, heading outside. Meia went to follow him but Angeal spoke again,
"What aren't you telling me…Meia, Genesis" He insisted, causing her to turn to him. She looked at Genesis, who was touching his cheek gingerly,
"They had a falling out over a girl" She answered when it was clear Genesis wasn't going too, "And it got out of hand…"
Angeal crossed his arms and shook his head. Genesis simply shrugged and walked off back to the main hall. Angeal turned to Meia,
"If you're going to find him, be careful. Sephiroth is a dangerous man, Meia…I don't know anyone who would want to be with him when he's angry"
"Not true, you know me. I don't fear him, Angeal"
"He might want to be alone…"
"And he might want someone to be with him. The least I can do is see if he's ok" And with that, she walked off after Sephiroth. Angeal sighed and rubbed his temple. Maybe she was right, maybe Sephiroth was tired of being alone. As far as he knew, people had always feared and respected him and kept their distance when he was having a tough time. So how could anyone know that's what he truly wanted? Maybe it was time for him to let go of taking care of Sephiroth. Maybe Meia was more suited. Angeal shook his head slightly and turned in the opposite direction to follow Genesis.
Meia hitched up her dress slightly and ran to the end of the corridor. She had two choices, take a stairwell that was to her right or head through the door outside. She decided on the latter, leaning against the bar that unlatched the door and stepping outside. The evening was noticeably colder now and her skin prickled, a shiver running down her spine. She had a good look, even heading away from the venue slightly but there was no sign of her friend. She bit her lip; he was fast enough that if he wanted too, he could be miles away by now. She hoped she was doing the right thing by looking for him.
Quickly she ran back inside and took her first option, scaling the long flight of stairs quickly and emerging onto an upper corridor. A flustered looking staff member passed her and jogged down the stairs behind her. Meia was again faced with two choices so she marched up the corridor that ran parallel to the one below. The sound of an orchestra playing gradually got louder as she walked, she must be close to the upper galleries of the event hall. Moments later, the wall on her left was replaced with glass doors and she could see the upper seating and balconies of the first floor auditorium. Several couples had retreated there for more privacy, but no Sephiroth. Meia's eyebrows drew together and she kept going, following the upper level round until she was behind the stage. The music was much louder here, she could see the rigging and set behind the main stage but there was still no sign of Sephiroth. Frustrated and worried, she held a hand to her head and rubbed it. Where else could he have gone? She backed up slightly, noticing a grand row of doors behind her. They looked like they opened out into a much larger area beyond and were exquisitely crafted and painted. She also noticed a cold breeze on her toes, one of the doors was ajar ever so slightly. She stepped forward and pushed it gently, it was unlocked and yielded to her so she stepped through. The area beyond was a large balcony, obviously used as another entertainment area but not tonight it would seem. It wasn't lit, the only light came from the city beyond it. But her eyes fell on a figure standing at the balcony's edge, a curtain of silver floating in the wind. She'd found him.
Meia swallowed despite herself and took a gentle step forward, closing the door again behind her. Slowly she approached the balcony's edge, the wind suddenly catching her as she emerged into the open night air, blowing her dress and hair away from her. Sephiroth hadn't moved but she was sure he knew she was here. She stopped still some way behind him and spoke quietly,
"I'm glad I found you, I was worried…" She paused but got no reply. Sighing she turned slightly,
"If you want to be alone, I understand. But if you want me to stay, you just need to ask" Still there was no reply, so she began walking back, her heart slightly heavy…
"Wait, Meia…it's alright, please…stay" He said suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper yet still it was clear. She turned again and joined him at the balcony's edge, resting her hands on it and peering over. An artificially supported garden was below them, lit softly by blue coloured lamps.
"Angeal warned me not to find you. Told me you were dangerous when you were angry…" She said quietly, still taking in the garden below them. Sephiroth's shoulder's shook slightly,
"Did he now. I'm glad you ignored him" He replied, he sounded tired and harassed. Meia had never heard him like this before, it was almost sad,
"Well, I told him it wouldn't hurt to see if you were okay. If you wanted me to leave that's fair enough but…I had to make sure"
"Thank you, Meia. Do you want to know something?" He looked down at her leaning on the edge of the balcony, her hair floating in the wind. She nodded and acknowledged him, "If it were anyone else, I would have told them to leave"
Meia smiled and stood again, "Am I that special?"
Sephiroth observed her a few moments, a gentle smile on his lips, before turning his gaze back on the city,
"I'm sorry, I wanted you to enjoy tonight Meia" He said, sadness tinged his voice again, "I certainly didn't want it to end like this" He hung his head and sighed. Meia covered his hand with her and squeezed it,
"I have enjoyed it. No one has treated me to an evening like this before. The dress, the glamour…I forgot all about being a SOLDIER for a few hours. Don't let a few heated words between friends take away from that"
Sephiroth shook his head, "I wish…Genesis could understand. I'd give it all to him in a heartbeat if I could" He began again quietly, "I don't know why he's so jealous of it all"
"It's just who he is, I think. He's the type who likes the spotlight, enjoys the praise and attention"
"Perhaps…"
They stood in silence for a while simply staring out into the city. The sounds of the night met their ears. Car brakes, the odd drunken row, laughter and of course, the orchestra playing behind them,
"We never got to dance in the end, did we?" Meia said quietly after a while. Sephiroth looked up at the face of a large clock tower some blocks away. It was nearly midnight now and the air was quite cold. He looked down at Meia, noting the tiny goose bumps on her skin. He pulled his hand out from under hers and unhooked the shoulder cape from his jacket, before removing it and draping it over her shoulders,
"Wait here" He told her gently, before striding back to the doors and opening one a little. The sounds coming from the orchestra got louder and he walked back to her and placed his hands on her shoulders, "We still can if you like, the music is loud enough"
His voice sent a shiver down her spine. It was different again. His words were uttered like honey coated silk, deep and sensual. Meia turned and nodded to him, smiling. He stepped back and bowed to her slightly before offering his hand. She giggled slightly and accepted it, allowing him to take her in his arms and support her, his hand on her back, cradling her weight firmly. Finally he stepped close and they began to dance to the music, carried to them on the nights wind.
Meia tried to stop her heart from pounding, certain that he could hear it or at least feel it. But gradually she gave up and simply let him lead her over the balcony. There was no fighting it this time; her feelings were immense, welling up inside her like a flood. She noticed everything about him. His strong muscles beneath his uniform, the way his feet barely made a sound on the floor. He was powerful and strong, but so graceful, so majestic. He was sweeping her away with his movements, carrying her to another place where only they existed.
I can't deny it anymore…I just can't. Please, don't reject me…
Sephiroth's stomach fluttered as Meia rested her head against his collarbone, where he felt her exhale and melt against him. He blinked and looked down at the top of her head. He could feel her heart thumping away against his torso and he was sure she could hear his beneath her ear. He slowed his pace to a gentle, drifting step, and allowed his feelings to surface. He was tired of hiding himself from her, tired of protecting himself from someone he trusted. He bent his head slightly and took in her scent, the warmth coming from her head. It was familiar to him now and it comforted him, made him forget.
As he held her close, the chime of the clock tower rang out above the music coming from the hall below them, signalling a new day. A special day. Gently he steered her back to the balcony's edge, where he stopped, prompting her to pull away questioningly,
"I was afraid this evening would be ruined, but I'm glad we made it to midnight" He stated quietly, looking out at the illuminated face of the clock, "I have something for you…"
Meia stepped back, a look of confusion on her face, as Sephiroth reached into the jacket she was wearing and pulled out a small box from the inside pocket. She hadn't even noticed it while they were dancing. She looked up at him,
"Something for me? But…why?" She questioned him. He smiled down at her and laughed softly,
"I know what today is, Meia. Here…" And he handed her the object he'd retrieved from his coat. She took it gently and looked at him with questioning eyes. Finally, she carefully removed the paper it was bound in and lifted the lid, a look of wonder manifesting across her features,
"Happy Birthday, Meia" Sephiroth whispered. Meia was dumbstruck, inside the box, nestled in a bed of satin, was a beautiful bracelet. Made from marbled blue mythril, it was adorned with dozens of round clear jewels, like morning dew sprinkled on grass. And one jewel was blue and luminous and hung, encased in a delicate lattice. Sephiroth lifted it free and held her wrist so he could fasten it for her,
"I had it made to match your necklace. Now you have the beginnings of a set" He spoke softly and finished fastening it about her wrist. Meia held it to her necklace about her neck and admired them together, before looking up at him with watery eyes,
"Thank you…I love it, I don't know what to say" She stuttered. He knew about her birthday and he'd kept it as a surprise. She felt overwhelmed and a tear slid down her cheek, where it was gently wiped away by Sephiroth's thumb,
"You don't have to say anything" He said with a gentle smile, "What do you say to escaping and grabbing some food?"
Meia opened her mouth but her stomach spoke for her and she held it, causing Sephiroth to laugh and head off towards the doors. Meia watched his back and wiped another tear away. His dance would have been enough of a gift for her and she smiled a wide, genuine smile, before following him, admiring her gift sparkling in the dim light.
Daaawwww. Ive been dying to write a good bit of fluff. They are slowly getting there! And I think a merry drunk Lazard would be fun to hang out with, what do you think? Hahaha!
Next chapter - After the fiasco of the awards gala, things settle down again. But Meia's luck can't hold forever as she is forced to endure her first injection administered by Hojo. And she harbors an uneasy feeling about the next mission she is assigned too with Sephiroth...
Please reveiw if you have a spare few moments, It means alot to me :)