Eh heh…how long has it been since I updated? I'm afraid to look. I'm so sorry about that!! Gomen!! Please forgive me. I was trying so hard to make this chapter longer, and yet I couldn't. So sorry again. I'll make up for it in author notes XD

Final Fantasy belongs to Square Enix blah blah, blah blah, blah blah. I sound like that Charlie brown teacher XD haha!

Um, so yeah. You thought I was gonna end the fic there didn't you! HAH! Nope. I got lots more story to tell. And may I forewarn you, yes, I finally actually sat and wrote a lemon scene. Not as graphic as it was originally going to be, but I think it worked out for the better because the premises for it changed…but fine fine if you want a naughty graphic lemon scene I can't deny my readers now can I?

Missy: You just want to write one you big fat liar.

Welcome! This is the first time you joined me here!

Missy: I got bored waiting for you to write this stupid thing. Seph and I wore out the playing cards.

…Cuz I'm sure that's what you're doing…anyways peoples, go read. Hope it suffices for a chapter. I swear it'll pick up soon. Ish. Meh.

Chapter Fifteen-

Stay strong my child. Stay strong. Do not fall deep within temptation and rise above to your glory. We depend on you to save us.

Silk. Why was I feeling silk? My skin could feel it embracing itself like a new layer. I shifted my aching muscles to lie on my side. I still felt that pure softness. I furrowed my brows in bewilderment.

What's going on…?

I slowly blinked my eyes open, and saw it.

It's my old room…

I shot up.

"No!"

I jumped off of my bed like it was a snake ready to coil around me.

"No…no no no no no! No…this is NOT happening!"

I twirled around and stared at my surroundings. My large canopy bed covered in crimson silk sheets and pillows was positioned against the back wall, opposite the door. It only took up a third of the wall, even though the bed itself was obscenely huge. Which, if you were paying attention, meant that the entire room was nearly as large as Cloud's apartment. The walk in closet was off to the left, which I never saw the purpose of for I never was one for too many clothes, and the weapons closet was to the right. A few dressers were placed here and there, and the bathroom was on the same wall as the outside door.

After realizing this really was my room, and not some horrible prank, I dropped to my knees in shock.

"I…he…but…oh crap…"

I had lost, and I was now his prisoner in his mansion.

My mind raced through every memory of the past 24 hours. The kiss, the battle, the wounds, my little girl being kidnapped, but most of all, the frustration and pain of not knowing who was still alive. I didn't even know if any one of my friends were still breathing. That last attack was pretty nasty. And Cloud…he never woke up when I called his name. What if they're all dead now? What if they're not? How can I find out?

I was gasping for air between sobs as I clawed at the floor. I was confused and angry. No, I was more than angry; I was being consumed by hate and sorrow. I was just letting it sink in and creep into my soul where it would latch onto all that it could.

"I don't even know if he's okay!!" I screamed. I dug my nails into my bare arms until it bled, but I didn't care. I wanted to feel the pain. I deserved it. And slowly but surely, I started to remember what happened to me. "Was I…was I possessed? What was that thing that clawed itself out and attacked with such power?"

I looked down at myself. There were no scars, no sign that I had just been in a painful battle. I was healed, but I could still feel a slight tingle on my skin, and felt the soreness of all the wounds that should be there. I peered over my shoulder and noticed no wings. Did I just imagine it after I passed out? No…no, I only passed out because of her. And after I couldn't sustain it anymore I fell to the ground, where Seph finished me off. Hadn't I shot him though? I didn't see any bullet marks on him. But then again, I didn't have a clear view. What is going on here?

I shakily stood up and winced as my muscles began to scream at me. Now that my shock had died down somewhat I could notice such things. I'd rather be in shock still. Disregarding the pain, I trudged over to my bathroom and turned on the shower. It was just a stall, since I had a Jacuzzi on the other end. All this used to impress me when I first came here, but now I grew to hate it because of to whom it belonged.

I carefully stripped down, leaving a pile of black by the counter. Limping over, I slid in and closed the door. The steamy air was soothing to me, as well as the drops of warmth raining down on my body. I just stood there and let it soak into my skin for several minutes. I probably would've fallen back to sleep if it hadn't been for my disruption.

"Who is it?!" I demanded harshly. I hated it when I was interrupted with something as relaxing as this.

The bathroom door opened and I could see a figure leaning against it through the foggy glass. Even though one couldn't really see in, or out for that matter, I immediately rushed to cover myself in what little way I could. I knew I should've hung the towel on the shower stall door.

"Well I can see you've finally woken up."

I groaned at his voice. "Sephiroth, go away! Can't you see I'm a bit preoccupied right now?! I'm taking a shower! So shoo!!" I faced away from him, gripping myself in a tighter hug so I wouldn't be exposed in case he…

Click. That's what I thought.

I refused to turn around, or even peek my head round my shoulder, I just stood there, too terrified to move. "Y-you're letting in a d-draft…" I stammered. I felt him step in and close the door.

"I can fix that." He softly replied. He barely had to take a step forwards to brush his skin against mine. My eyes doubled in size. He was naked too.

"T-this shower really wasn't build f-for two…" I was starting to hyperventilate. Or at least I was until he wrapped himself around me, at which point I'd forgotten how to breathe. "W-what are you doing!?" My voice decided to pop up a few octaves.

"What does it look like?" he cooed. "I'm just glad to see you, that's all…" He craned his neck until his lips grazed my shoulder. He started out gently brushing his tongue across my soaking skin, until he had traveled up to my neck, at which point I could feel his excitement grow. The gentle touch became a gentle kiss, which soon turned into a need for something more. He softly sucked on my neck, gradually becoming faster and harder, until I could feel his teeth trying to sink into me. And all I could do was stand there with my wide eyes and gasp. I couldn't move anywhere, there wasn't any room. I couldn't pull him away either. So what could I do? Nothing.

Each time I did try to speak only small high pitched squeaks escaped my lips. I felt him smile at my inability, and fully grin when I started to go limp in his grasp and closed my eyes. I struggled to keep my vision clear, for what reason I'm not sure. It's not like I was going to be able to stop him. Maybe somewhere deep inside I didn't really want to. I wasn't sure.

He turned me around to face him, and for the first time in a long time, I saw that look on his face. No, not that look of malice or sadistic pleasure, but that peaceful longing to feel needed. I was sort of shocked to see him like this, so much so I didn't notice he'd nuzzled his face near mine and was keeping me warm. His arms crossed behind my back and held me firmly against his chest with my head resting there as well. My brain was getting all jumbled. It was telling me to get out now because you know where this will lead. But it was also whispering to me to stay, all for that look on his face. I knew what I should've chosen, but let's face it, what would YOU do?

So I stayed. When he kissed me I kissed him back, and I liked it. I brushed my tongue against his as I pulled myself closer until our bare skin rubbed against each others. I stretched up on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck to kiss him deeper. My body pressed up against his with the help of his arms around my waist to hold me up. By this point we were both soaked and our hair plastered to our skin. I had to laugh each time my fingers got tangled in his silver locks. Sometimes I thought he needed a haircut, but I knew better. So I backtracked my fingers out and let them rest on his chest. And in return, he slid his easily through my brown strands and held my face lovingly. Was I dreaming? Was any of this real? I looked into his eyes and found myself unable to look away, and I had my answer. This was real. He wasn't trying to hurt me or force me, but was treating me in a way that I could believe him when he said "I love you", and I wept. I wept my salty tears of grief and anger, of sorrow and fear, of love and hate, of pure joy…and guilt. My heart was screaming so loud at me, cursing me for loving him after all he's put me through and for believing that he could change. It was piercing my soul with its howl of anguish, because I was so very lost in this sea of emotions. And while they shouted their harsh words into my mind, my brain was savoring each and every moment of this. I wanted him so bad and never before had I been able to have him, not the real him anyways. I hated him for the things he was making me feel, especially all the guilt for simply kissing him back. I felt like I was betraying all I stood for, but for right now, in this moment, I didn't care. Damn the world. Damn the soldiers. Damn everyone and everything, for I was trapped inside his heart.

The air was stinging my skin, freezing the water cascading down me. I was shivering ever so slightly, and he noticed. And then he did another unexpected move. He gently led me out of the stall and twisted the knob down, halting the steam floating around us. Then he tugged me by the arm out to my room and over to my bed, trailing droplets behind. I automatically sat down and he wrapped us up together in the smooth silk, facing one another with no room between. Was I really letting this happen?

"Seph-"

He held a finger to my lips. "Shh." And I let him trace his thin tapered fingers across my chin and cheek. I let him do all that he wanted.

I closed my eyes and laid there while he kissed every inch of my body. He would lick between each kiss slightly, just enough to drive me a little crazy. But he knew how to do this. He would start off slowly, waiting until I showed the signs he wanted. It wasn't until his lips reached my stomach that I let out a soft moan, and I knew he was getting what he wanted. His tongue swept back up my chest to my neck, and he started to allow more of his weight to press on me. I gripped his biceps tightly, trying to push him away but not being able to allow myself to. Sephiroth pressed his body up against mine, and he knew he had me fully. I was trying to suppress my gasps and moans, but one cannot stop such things at times like these. So I gave in, and let him grip my waist tightly while he continued to push up against me harder and harder and nip at my neck.

It took him at least an hour to decide he'd had enough for now, and roll back panting for breathe with that self satisfied grin.

"It's been awhile since it's been like that." He chuckled. One of his arms found its way behind his head and the other slithered around my stomach.

I was lying on my side, away from him, filled with guilt of what I just did.

"Oh come on," he said as he rolled back over to hug me. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it too? I know you did. You get this little look on your face like you're trying to pretend you're not but I know better."

I remembered why I was frustrated with him all the time.

"My god is all you ever think about sex!?" I twisted myself over to glare at him.

"Takes two-"

"You so don't wanna go there!"

He grabbed my head and kissed me again.

"Ugh!" I shoved him back and wiped my mouth. "You must've put some sort of spell on me…I would never want to be with you again!"

He sighed and leaned back. "For the last time love, you did that on your own free will. No spells, no tricks, just you and me. Need a replay?"

I growled. "Touch me and die."

"Empty threat." He scoffed. He was obviously amused with himself, as well as with my frustration.

"What happened is never going to happen again." I mumbled. I threw off the sheets from me and stood to get dressed, realizing Seph was staring at my naked form. Blushing deeply I whacked him with the pillow and pulled the covers over his head. I only got half dressed by the time he pulled it back off.

"You're no fun!" he whined. "And by the way, I love the black lacey ones you have on right now. Very sexy."

I blushed deeper and chucked more pillows at him. "Just let me get dressed!"

"Fine…but I'm telling you those clothes are coming off again sooner or later so you might as well-"

"I swear to god you finish that sentence I will cut off your-"

"You never could threaten me in a way where you could come through-"

"You insensitive one tracked minded bastard!"

"You moronic bitch!"

"You call that an insult!?"

"Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?!!"

"I'm surprised you have to ask!!"

Needless to say, we're both passionate people. Passionate people and arguments should not be mixed children. Why? Because when that happens, you get this. Sephiroth and me, shagging all over again.

"I can't believe I just did that…" I moaned.

"Me either to be quite honest. Why on earth was I wasting my time with all my other techniques?"

"Oh shut it…I have a headache now…"

"Here…" He rubbed my temples while I rested my head on the fluffy pillows once more.

"Ok, now really. That's the last time we're ever going to do that again. Oh…just a little bit higher…"

"You keep saying that and yet-"

"Almost there…"

"I can never quite believe you."

"Then explain why I always fought you off before now! Now you're too high."

"I always figured you were just putting on a show-"

I sat up; clutching the sheets to preserve what was left of my modesty. This talk was irritating me, because I didn't know why I let him this time when for so long I tried to fight him off. Maybe I didn't have as much control over my life as I thought I did. And it pissed the hell outta me.

"I don't WANT you Sephiroth. I don't know why I let you do that just now but it means NOTHING to me okay? Nothing."

He looked down, somewhat disappointed. "Just because I do the things I do, doesn't mean it's changed what I feel for you. At all. I think you're starting to realize that you don't really want to put up a fight anymore and it scares you!"

"Damn right it scares me! You never once thought about how I felt about all this! You never once asked me if I really want to be your queen! I might have said yes, if it didn't mean that so many would die…I don't care what you do but I'm not going to do that."

He laughed at my words. "Do you hear yourself? When did you become so worried about 'innocents' and the whole of mankind!? Most of them don't deserve to live."

"And who am I to pass judgment on them? Who are YOU to pass judgment on them?! That's not your right, get over it!"

He gripped my chin with a firm scowl planted on his face, followed by a daunting glare. I gave him one right back.

"It's mother's job. I do what she asks, and she asks this. She also asks that you join our family because you are worthy. We have to have you to do this."

"Of course it is!" I was practically exuding with sarcasm. "Because it all comes down to you need me to do what mommy dearest tells you. You need me, and I don't need you. You can't handle that can you? This so called love of yours for me is nothing for than a convenience, and you're a sick bastard for pretending you care for me a damn at all. I'm not going to be your pawn."

He remained silent as he let his fingers slide off my chin and rest on the bed, where his eyes were downcast. I thought I saw droplets of pain hit the sheets a few times, but I couldn't see very well through his long hair.

"You are not going to guilt me into this!" I was about to explode at him. I knew he was just trying to make me feel bad and feel like I had to make it up to him. He was so good at it too.

"…"

"Oh come on don't give me that!"

"…"

"You stubborn, obnoxious, ornery jackass!"

"You have a new set of clothes in the closet." And with those words he rolled out of the bed, slipped on his pants, and left, softly clicking the door behind him.

I blinked. "What?" I blinked again. "What was that about?"

He's faking…I know it! He has to be. Yeah…that's right. I'M right. He's just faking so he'll have the upper hand. Well I won't fall for it. I won't. Although he did seem truly sad. Oh for the love of…I might as well check out what he bought me…just to be polite. After all, just because he has no manners doesn't mean I have to act that way as well.

Convincing myself that there would be no boogey man to jump out of my closet-hey…that was a mean joke he played on me that one year!-I shuffled over and rummaged through it. There was, indeed, a set of new clothes. I gingery touched the fabric, as if when I touched it it would crumble. The shirt was a black, flowing, off the shoulder peasant top that cinched in under the bust and a few inches down on the arms. To go on top of that was a small gold corset that only went around the waist. It was mostly covered in black and red though, with all the decoration on it. It had no laces to tighten it. Instead, there were three straps on one side and the buttons on the other, where they would connect, leaving a small gap in between. Next there was the skirt. Possibly the same length as my leather one, possibly shorter. It was hard to tell, because it poofed out. Under the top layer, which was black with thin red stripes that almost formed a plaid pattern, was several thick layers of soft netting to keep it out like that. It would have been great at just that, but no, there was more. The stockings where black and thigh high, with a garter to keep the silky fabric up. Then, of course, there were the boots. Much like my own, they were about knee high. The shiny black matched the rest of the outfit, and the red laces suited it as well. The sole and heel were chunkier, better for kicking I presume. And, to top it all off, there was a single black, satin ribbon. Not for the hair, but for around the neck.

I looked at it, somewhat in awe. "It's beautiful…how do you manage to find these things that I am bound to love?!" It frustrated me that he could still shop so well for my tastes. At least he's got one thing going for him.

I tore my gaze away from it and closed the door. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't put it on. It would give him false hope, which would turn into something more.

I looked at the door. I really wanted to. I REALLY wanted to.

He DID seem kinda upset when he left…and it doesn't mean anything…it's just a set of clothes. It has no meaning. Besides, it'll make him feel better. But that's as much as I'll do for him. That's ALL. Really.

I pulled out the clothes and pulled them on. Perfect fit.

"Damn…" I sighed as I flopped down. "I forgot how good sex was with him…"

I fell limp on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. I seem to do a lot of that. I wasn't thinking of anything in particular. I just let my mind wander to where it wished. And where it wished to be, was in a state of unconsciousness.

It's true, we're all a little insane.
But it's so clear,
Now that I'm unchained.

Fear is only in our minds,
Taking over all the time.
Fear is only in our minds but it's taking over all the time.

You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
You know you live to break me. Don't deny.
Sweet sacrifice.

One day I'm gonna forget your name,
And one sweet day, you're gonna drown in my lost pain.

Fear is only in our minds,
Taking over all the time.
Fear is only in our minds but it's taking over all the time.

You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
And oh you love to hate me don't you, honey?
I'm your sacrifice.

(I dream in darkness
I sleep to die,
Erase the silence,
Erase my life,
Our burning ashes
Blacken the day,
A world of nothingness,
Blow me away.)

Do you wonder why you hate?
Are you still too weak to survive your mistakes?

You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
You know you live to break me.
Don't deny.
Sweet sacrifice.

(laughs) It's been awhile since I actually wrote this, and skimming it back as I post this up I remembered why I had such a hard time writing this. I was laughing too hard. I just find those two so amusing. Yeah I know I'm weird. See my personal quote. "I know I'm insane. I have discovered my inner insanity and I embrace it!"

Oh yeah. I don't own that song either. It's Sweet Sacrifice by Evanescence. I felt a need to end the chapter with a song since it was so short . Send me lovely reviews please, I give you cookies. Oh! And anyone here have myspace? I'd love to talk to readers So if you wanna talk to me just send me a message or something at let me know and I'll give you my myspace link to befriend me. And if you pester me to write it'll help me do so…hah I'm rather forgetful. Ok, I'm done. Thanks for reading and for all the reviews I've gotten so far! I promise better chapters from now on, though this one DOES have a reason and deeper meaning. See if you can get it. TTFN.