A/N: Absolutely one fan so far, and that's kinda sad… I wonder did the heterosexual sex in the first chapter throw you guys? Sorry, but it's important. Also, there is every kind of pairing in here, 'cause let face it, I have a lot of different people.

IMPORTANT: I am writing this in connection with another writer. This does not mean that we are both writing this fic, but rather we have similar ideas taken very differently in two different fics, so if umm…looks about empty room any fans of this story crop up somehow…you might want to take a peek at hers. It's called Through the Looking Glass by StarrBryte. She also has a music video that she made for a way later scene in this fic (hint: it's in part 3), If you like that kind of thing.

Also, I've actually already written most of part 1, so I'm simply retyping and posting…so not much work, but time consuming.

Apology: Sorry this took so long to come out but life happened. sigh

Disclaimer: For legal reasons I cannot claim to own these characters.

Dedication: To my one and only fan! Bright Viking, you are as crazy as me. I stalk authors too if they take too long.

…After his daughter was ruined, Aeris's father took measures to protect his family's honor…

Maid Linda rushed down the stone hallway mumbling to herself. Her shoes clicked briskly. "Why me?" She wondered under her breath, "I bet that Sarah whatever is the cause of this, She never forgave me for things that should be left in the past. We were children, how could I know better? Besides she said she didn't mind, but later she all 'how could you betray me Linda? I thought we were friends' Well so did I but it didn't keep you from telling Maria that Rodney and I…" She paused abruptly as she reached a metal reinforced oak door. She sighed and brushed nonexistent dust from her dress. She carefully retied her apron and patted down her hair. Then she lifted out a tentative hand to the ornate door knocker.

She lifted it and let it fall, an earthy sound erupting from the contact of metal on oak. A few moments later a voice boomed from the inner chamber, "Enter," it commanded. She stepped carefully over the sill and into the carpeted den, taking a deep breath.

"Sit," said the back of a large chair behind a desk full of important looking paperwork.

She began, "Sire," she was interrupted when he raised an impatient hand. The chair suddenly twisted with a grinding stone-on-stone sound. A tired looking man, worn down even more by his heavy robes, made a disgusted sound as he threw down a pile of sheets.

"So much to do," he muttered and rubbed his eyes, sighing again. Seemingly realizing that Linda was there he shook himself and inquired, "What are you sent for?

"Sr. Gainsborough, it involves your daughter." She replied timidly. She absentmindedly flattened her hair.

His eyes softened instinctively, as a smile bloomed on his aged features, "Yes, how is she?"

"Well, Sire," she fluttered in a vaguely birdlike manner.

He jovially smiled and teased, "Articulate woman!"

"She's pregnant, my lord"

Outside the window a small squirrel was gathering nuts from an old tree in yard. Only a few more and she would be ready to climb back down to the ground and snack on them in the tender early winter grass. Her plans were foiled, however when a heavy foreign object came flying through the trees branches. Said object managed to conveniently hit the one she happened to be resting on. She tumbled to the ground in a state of shock.

"He seems to be taking it well," Linda screeched as she fled her lord's inner chamber. She continued to rush down the hallway in search of a handyman who knew how to fix a window.

…Unsure of what to do, he sought out a friend to get advice on who was best suited for his beautiful daughter…

"What we need," Lady Bolvine began, "is a man who fits your daughters status," She smacked her blood red lips together, "Yet," she paused to purse her lips petulantly, "used to taking orders and having things thrust," She hesitated and smiled viciously, "upon him."

"And what kind of man is that?"

She pulled her lips back to revel her yellowed teeth as they sunk deeply into a chicken breast. She slowly chewed to punctuate that this was indeed happening on her time. Grease dripped down her hands like yellowed pus. Turning his eyes from her food, he began to watch as a small mole, rubbed in kohl, scurried up and down her swollen cheek as she chewed like a beetle below the skin. "The perfect kind of man, handsome, proud, sex drive of a rabid bull, and most importantly," She grinned evilly, stretching her skin, "dumb."

"Ah, and men like that congregate somewhere, I take it?" He tried to appeal at her with a charming smile that somehow failed on his ghastly features.

"Of course," Her lips glistened with fat, but she daintily whipped her pudgy fingers on a white handkerchief, "The Army."

His horror grew as he watched her roll the single 'r'. "Are you serious?" He pondered when he shook himself, "A soldier?"

She grinned and licked her greasy lips, "Exactly, I'll solve your problem and my friend the commander's at the same time, Gainsborough. If this works out you'll get a discount."

"What would you have me do?" He whispered conspiratorially.

She shuffled some papers on heron her cherry wood desk, then "Ah-ha" after moving a chicken bone, she grasped a quill. She grabbed a crumpled looking piece of paper and flattened it, grease trails blotched it behind her fingers. Without raising her eyes she began speaking and scribbling, "I'll set up a meeting for you and the commander. He'll introduce you to some of his problem troops"

Aerith's father interrupted, "Problem?"

She grinned, "Yes, some of them has developed some relatively disgusting habits due to loneliness."

Appalled the paling man responded, "you don't mean to say, a man…all on his own you know…"

Her laughter rocked the desk and chair, "Masturbation, will be the least of your problems, but no matter, his problem can be solved by marrying them off to young supple girls as quickly as possible. So meet with him, pick a handsome man and marry her off before Sunday."

"What? But these things could take time…what is all this rush about?"

She sighed and handed him the paper, "If you don't know, I'm certainly not going to explain it."

A/N: Heh…2 more scenes. That's not impressive. I love the poor furry rodent cameo in this, and so did my wonderful friends who helped me out with this story. This fic may have fanart posted soon. This also means any reader can post as well; just tell me where you put it.

Looking for a beta….

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