Behind Black Curtains

An AU, Sephiroth and Tifa fanfiction

-by Amaranthos-

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Chapter 17: Midnight parties…
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AN: This chapter contains elements and innuendos that may contain some hentai or lemon.
This is a skeleton lemon, so no real lemon stuff is here. To read the full lemon version plz go
to my profile link and click the link…thanks
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It was Friday morning and all about the Black Crescents organization was a certain air of
chaos. There were lights that needed to be hung, and carpets that needed to be rolled out.
Catering that needed to be attended to and all about small errands that according to Rufus
Shinra would never get done. He was working feverishly in getting everything set that night
for his welcome back party for his soldiers. Not one for too much of the congratulations-
you’re-alive kind of parties, he figured he’d do it nonetheless all for a feign impression that he
cared, though he could care less.

He overlooked the entire procedure. Scarlett came bouncing in with a purple fitted dress, clad
around her. Rufus smiled, “why my peach, purple is your colour” he smirks seeing her bite her
lips. Scarlett…he thought, ‘you are an incredible little tart’

She joined his side, where he placed a hand on her waist. “It’s nearly finished…soon
everything will be adorn just the way I want it and the ball can begin…”

“Hmm, sounds exciting…” Scarlett smiled… “so, any new surprises for me?” she asked.

It had been one of the things he didn’t like in Scarlett, but was it just a woman thing that they
figured he always had to surprise them with their favourite things: clothes.

“Why of course my dear… tonight your dress will be a surprise. I’ve made a beautiful dress for
you. It matches your perfect name…” he spoke…

“Are you saying my dress is red?” she asked…

“I’m saying, your dress is exactly red” he spoke…

“I’m excited…” Scarlett spoke…

“Good, now you run along… I need to get these preparations completed…”

“Yes…my darling” and off she faded around the corner of the huge fortress.

Rufus kept his eyes observing the workers fix the tables accordingly, while the maids hurried
to and fro from the kitchen with large silverware. A loud clatter could be heard, and he had to
sigh, ‘this is going to be a long day, indeed’

She’d been eating her morning’s breakfast silently, only to reverently examine how lonely she
had become. She sighed at the thought. Was there any way to undo her loner status she had
developed? Again she sighed, she figured not, especially when Black Crescents was the sole
contributor to her loss of happiness.
Impassively she bit at the small tangerine in her plate. Closing her eyes, she tried so hard to
ignore the convulsing pain biting at her mind. She closed her eyes to blot him out, but she
couldn’t deny his memories left her with burgeoning paranoia. So with mixed emotions, she
shook her head and averted her attention to the window.

Outside was as grey as ever, the skies sinfully blackened the world Black Crescents seem to
call their own. And it should be no other way, thought Tifa. For an organization that has
breathed so much grief and sorrow, and death and blood to the land, they deserve the
strongest penalty from the heavens itself.

There seem to be no salvation in this world. An almost frustrating truth, Tifa had surrendered
to. It had been eight months she’d been here. Not that she was counting, it seem time here in
a room all alone made you that more aware and tentative to things around you, all behind
shut doors.

Getting up, she advanced toward the window. Looking down she could see thousands and
thousands of soldiers. They were perfect in every way. In sharp uniforms of black, with
weapons of every kind, they in perfect unison greeted their officials and carried out their
instructions almost too easily. But, was this truly the life a soldier had been subjected to.
There was no room to be ‘maybe’ about whether or not their actions were the right thing to
do, or rather to be shied by killing a life, as that had been their simplest routine to do.

Observing the General in the western side of the courtyard, Tifa allowed her eyes to drop on
him and couldn’t help but to remember, him.

Momentarily Tifa leaned forward and remembered the memory of Sephiroth. It was too sad to
know, you attached yourself to somebody you didn’t quite know. But again the thought
conjured its way in. ‘How did you die?’

Perhaps Yuffie knew. Again, Tifa treaded against the same grain almost too expectantly. Yuffie
was given a rumour that Sephiroth was dead, if she even knew the slightest detail about
Sephiroth’s death she wouldn’t have kept it to herself.

When it came to confidential information, everyone seem to lack what she wanted to know,
except of course Rufus Shinra. Who strangely enough kept visiting her all morning. The
strange wonder it was that a man like Shinra had wanted a ball almost urgently. Knowing his
two-fold nature, Tifa figured he must have done it, if not for the sole celebratory factor of
Sephiroth’s demise. That would be all the more cliché Shinra, but no. The psycho was wise
thought Tifa. Why not, cover your true intentions by holding a ball for your fallen dead
soldiers.

Tifa thought about it in retrospect and couldn’t help but to ask, what sense does a ball do for
the dead. Knowing Shinra, he wouldn’t even a raise a glass of wine or have a moment of
silence for the dead. Oh no, his character was undoubtedly too awkward for such a gesture.

A small knock comes to her door and she is driven out of her daze.

“Come in” she spoke.

Slowly the door opens, and standing in her door, is Rufus Shinra again, perhaps for the twelfth
time that morning.

“My dear, Tifa… lovely to see you’re enjoying the morning’s solace” he spoke, affording himself
to enter Sephiroth’s room.

He looked around the room, wrinkling his nose at his atmosphere it would seem. Examining
the paint on the wall, he gently paced a finger over the surface. He drew a sigh, “this old thing
needs changing” he spoke quietly.
Tifa allowed her gaze to follow his movement by which time it had finally rested to a chair
opposite of her.

“I wanted to speak with you about something. It’s rather a little proposal” he spoke.

Tifa rose an interested brow interested at his newest overture. He turned his gaze from her,
and began pulling something out his pocket.

It was a small velvet box. Within it Tifa was sure was a fine mysterious icon he thought could
capture her heart with. Tifa soured on the thought. Rufus was too sad in predicting her
character. Sometimes she wondered if he sadly stereotyped women because of Scarlett.

“A gift” he placed the box on the table, “I had it made for you.” He paused almost to
acknowledge the merit of his actions.

‘Egotistical man…’ Tifa thought.

“I would gladly like for you to wear it tonight.” He spoke. A closed expression coming to his
face “if that wouldn’t be a problem” his eyes asked as they studied her unresponsive
expression.

She stared at the small box. If eyes could burn holes this box would be destroyed. He could
tell she was considering her options, or perhaps the contents of the box. Smirking at her
salutation to his gift, he thought, the woman was indeed unreadable and a mystery. A mystery
he enjoyed digging into.

Recovering from her contemplation, Tifa softly smiled, “why not?” Tifa could not show the ill
emotions she felt for this man. Sometimes, she pitied him, but most of time…she despised
him.

It was true, she longed to help souls that were far erased into the darkness, like Shinra, or
even Sephiroth. But men like that… don’t always come knocking on your door to be saved. Nor
do they part with their labouring egos.

He spared a small smile. Standing from his seat, he bowed and began taking his leave.

Tifa hadn’t expected him to leave so suddenly, and with one thing on her mind she stopped
him.

“Wait” she called out. It’d been bothering her, she wanted to know now, she might as well ask
him. Tomorrow could not wait especially with how she felt.

“Yes my dear?” he turned to look at her.

Her eyes looked at the ground. Almost like a frighten kitten her eyes met his, and he could tell
the mood in her had changed. ‘From mystery to mystery you keep inviting me in’

“I heard a rumour… is it true, is General Sephiroth …dead?” she asked in a new voice.
Somehow imagining him dying alone, in his own puddle of blood was cruel.

He smirked, his handsome features almost accentuated to his evil thoughts.

Tifa at first could not believe that was his first reaction. To smirk?

Shinra returned to his seat and looked at Tifa. Their eyes engaged in a hold. There was no
surprise, she had heard the story that had wandered by.
“And where would you hear such a rumour, my dear?” he asked humouring the source of her
knowledge.

Tifa figured, he could point this at Yuffie but she was quick to reciprocate.

“Let’s just say the walls can talk and besides, wouldn’t it be news if Sephiroth – the greatest
assassin of all time truly was dead?” she asked. “I’d barely think these walls could hide that
truth”

For a moment he strew his features into distaste. He seem almost irked at the ‘patronizing’
topic of Sephiroth and his legend. And now more than ever Tifa could tell Shinra and Sephiroth
truly did hate each other. Whatever hate there was, was more than pungently discernible.
Shinra looped a leg around the next before leaning into his chair. His brilliant blue eyes caught
hers, and for a moment, she surrendered under their almost vulgar language.

“I’ll leave the creative details to you but it was reported that he was expensed to the battle of
Mack Knights” he spoke, his eyes holding not a single ounce of sympathy for his fallen soldier.

Tifa swallowed. Tifa couldn’t believe it. He truly was dead. Expensed, lost…gone. How could
someone like that be dead? And all the sadness she felt the day before began scratching at
her once again. Yet curiosity was burning in her nature today, and she would not end the
conversation with just one truth provided.

“How did he die?” her curious eyes looked at his. For a minute, Rufus marveled at her eyes.
Wondering what curiosity she had for this dreaded man.

He looked at her intently. “They said a mortar killed him. It attached itself to his back and that
was it” he spoke.

Tifa listened silently. He was dead because of a bomb. Tifa could feel her emotions stab at her
once again. Biting her lips, she would not break under Shinra’s gaze.

“But don’t worry. The bestial man that has hurt you these many months would have gotten
the right punishment he deserved for hurting you and so many others.” He playfully jested at
his dead soldier’s death.

It could hardly be called funny, humorous or anything of the nature to jest about. But of
course, again, Shinra was unmasked to be a psycho.

“I see…” she spoke.

It was in a moment of their paused silence, a knock came to the door with a soldier
mentioning Shinra was required. Shinra sighed.

Sparing a small smile, he looked at her, “please excuse me my dear, duty calls” he rose.
Straightening his white jacket, he bade her and left her to the silence of her heart. Tifa sat
there, motionless. Almost like a silent poison, her body was welcomed to an old pain.

Night quickly came, and it would soon be time for a ball. At 6:15pm, when the horizon began
fading into the earth, a night of black seemed to be welcomed to lights at Black crescents
where fine music and company seem to revel. The organization was done preparing and the
party was ready for all those who were invited.

Friends and alliances of Black Crescents had come from near and far to partake in a rare ball
which Black Crescents had become the best at throwing. For all the evil, it would now stand
under one perfect roof, where allies would come and feast in the memory of dead soldiers.

Many had come, flooding the halls with mass hysteria. Music, so beautiful it was uncommon to
hear. Violins played softly, as laughing and clattering heels of dance could be heard.
One after the next, they came in carriages, in strange vehicles carrying the rich, pompous and
cruel. At the inside heart of the building, was a beautiful, majestic staircase that only officials
like Rufus, and his father took the privilege to descend. In the ballroom, there were countless
people. They were laughing, and some dancing. Some kissing, and even some drunk to all of
the above. All around on the tables were ice sculptors of Rufus, or perhaps the Black Crescents
emblem. Whatever it was, Black Crescents spared no expense. Food, more than the poorest
man could imagine, had been in a sickening abundance. Every shape, every colour, every taste
for every type of palette.

Sharply dressed butlers and maids maneuvered throughout the crowds offering wine and
appetizers to the many guests at Black Crescents.

The time was going by quickly and Rufus almost nervously waited for the two main attractions
this afternoon, the first Scarlett and the second Tifa. He would hope that Tifa would cooperate
about attending his ball, and wearing his surprise dress he made for her. There was much
excitement for her.

“Good evening, Rufus” an old woman with a dark blue velvet dress spoke. She wore a thick
diamond chain about her neck, and red lipstick that look almost vulgar on an old hag.

“Good evening, Madam Catherina” Rufus kissed the old woman’s hand.

“A fine party you’ve thrown, I see” she lightly smirked.

“Why thank you” he lightly nodded at the compliment.

It was then Rufus caught the movement of red. It was then he doubled glanced. Coming down
the isle in a red flowing dress, with red gloves and red lips, was his darling.

“Scarlett” he whispered. She truly was beautiful. She loved the attention of the crowd, she
loved eyes on her. It was the same thing both Shinra and her had in common, that and their
lusts for each other.

Catherina looked at the young woman. Snarling at her approaching presence. She had never
liked the blonde. Scarlett, as Rufus calls her, never had the assertion or graces to be with a
man like Rufus, but no one could argue with Rufus’ tastes, no matter how bland they were.

Catherina examined Scarlett. As usual the discontent she brought the old woman, made her
coughed the word slut at Scarlett’s arrival. But it was already a truth, everyone knew. Adorn in
a red silk dress, with red heels and red lips, Scarlett became that girl everyone wanted to be
around, the one you enjoyed showing off. But according to Catherina and others, if it had not
been for her brooding vanity and inferiority, she would have made a fine match.

“Good evening, Madam Catherina” Scarlett lightly bowed. Catherina frowned. The girl was
obviously way above her head in anticipating the good graces of the old woman.

“I’ll see you in the gathering room, Rufus” she spoke, taking her leave, ignoring Scarlett.

“She likes you” Rufus smiled at Scarlett.

Scarlett returned the smile.

‘I really hate that woman’ Scarlett thought.

The party had truly advanced. Everyone was drinking champagne, eating fine appetizers and
desserts, while others simply sat and conversed with each other. Rufus had taken a minute
from greeting all the guests. He could hardly believe he knew a thousand people. He sat in
silence, and drew a sigh of relief. His father was right when he said inviting everyone they
knew would become overbearing. He didn’t know it would happen so soon though. No matter,
it was only once in a while Black Crescents threw a party, and it could only be grand.

Returning to the chaotic ballroom, he took a glass of wine from one of the maids before
conversing with some of his old friends. Then suddenly a small tap came to his shoulder.
Turning around he was welcomed to his matron maid who bowed at him.

“Good afternoon, Master Shinra” she bowed.

“Maleen” he acknowledged.

“Ms. Lockhart is ready” she spoke.

It was then, excitement was brought to his face. ‘Finally’ thought Shinra.

She stood in front of the mirror, her eyes inhaling her sight. Everything about her reeked the
obscure different. If this had not been Rufus’ ball, she would have never found herself the
excuse to wear such clothes, or pretty herself at such an ugly expense. She reminded herself
of nothing of the pacifist she was. Yet seeing herself in the mirror, she could not deny her
provocative image only incited many dirty thoughts. She resembled Scarlett in every bit, and
she despised all the more at the wealthy fabric adorning her. She couldn’t begin to imagine the
family Shinra took this from. Looking down at her hand was a red ring that Shinra had given
her. It sparkled almost frantically, but as much as it matched her eyes, there was nothing pure
about her in wearing any of this. She nurtured the fact strongly, that she needed to take the
dress off, but to ruin her dress was to inconvenience the maids and their handiwork, not to
mention imagining the kind of character Rufus is on a crazy night like this, he would not
second thought about having his maids’ necks for her insubordination.

Tifa had learned all about insubordination and the disaster it could spell for others, especially
people like Yuffie who surprisingly had not come by. Perhaps she was busy with the soldiers
down at the infirmary. Poor kid, fancy balls like these didn’t match Tifa’s character. Going out
and meeting people, or perhaps going to gatherings to stand for diplomacy in peace, was
more of her sure thing, but today… was just not her day.

Tifa stood next to Sephiroth’s window and couldn’t help but to look up. ‘Why is it that we look
at the stars, and think for some strange reason, they’ll sparkle the way we want and grant us
what we need?’ Tifa swallowed. She wasn’t even hoping for some miracle or anything, she was
just silently grieving for the loss of someone she mistook as the enemy.

‘And today I’m standing all beautiful and heartbroken at the same time’

“Ms. Lockhart… we’re ready” calls one of the maids.

Tifa nodded. Wiping the silent tear from her cheek, Tifa bit her lips.

It was difficult to grieve for someone who didn’t quite know or rather you didn’t quite
understand what you had with them, but to lose them and realize that you’re affected …
makes it more of a pathetic case. And now, realizing that the ball was waiting on her, Tifa had
to arrest her emotions in suspension as she had a certain profile to contain… to meet. But
granted she didn’t have this ball, she would break so sad and fall apart. It was too much for
her to hold in right now. But somehow, it wasn’t time to grieve…

“Ms. Lockhart?” the maid called.

Tifa swallowed. Wiping the tears from her face, Tifa took a breath and readied herself. Seeing
the stars sparkle, Tifa whispered… “good bye”

And with that she silently left his room.

Tifa was told to stand at the top of the stairs, where after she’s heard the violin played she
could come down. Tifa reluctantly reacted, seeing the maids one by one leave her side. The
olden maid smiled at Tifa and with the sound of the violins, she gently gestured her to go
forward.
Tifa quizzically looked at the path in front of her and then back at the maid. Somehow, this
scenario seem too epic for Tifa. Clenching her fists, Tifa advanced forward.

Slowly she walked, reaching the end of the step, she turned around to the maids who heartily
smiled at her. Nodding, she took a breath and came down the first step and then the others,
until the ballroom became discernible to her. It was then the crowd looked up. Slowly she
advanced down the stairs, meeting the eyes of inquisition with her pair of dare. These were
the many friends and allies of Black Crescents she figured. She could see the rich and filthy
rich everywhere. Her presence at Black Crescents she affirmed was a heavy one. She had
stirred the crowds with whispers and questions as she was unwelcome to the grand ball. But
none could deny, even if she had been the enemy, she presence could not go unnoticed.

Rufus pushed himself through the crowd, bursting free at the end of the stairs. And for the
first time, he could see how sinfully beautiful she was.

Scarlett had noticed the eyes were no longer on her. In fact, they had turned from her and
where now directed to the staircase. Immediately, a gasp comes from her mouth and she
could hardly believe her eyes. ‘It couldn’t be’

She observed Tifa’s dress, makeup and attention. She could tell Rufus had gone full out for the
enemy. Again, she could not understand his obsession with this..girl.

But before everyone was no girl. They could see a woman who was eloquent in walk, prized
and proud as being a Red Heart. Rufus stared at Tifa. All he could do was marvel.

She wore a white dress, that was tightly pressed to her curve. Her body was dangerously
accentuated to the thin material that shimmered frenetically under light. Her dress was long,
with a small train behind it. With no straps on her shoulders, and a low décolleté that fitted
snug to her large breasts, none could deny she wasn’t heavenly. Her hair was curled just
partially and placed over one shoulder, while white feathers adorn her head. With long white
gloves on her arms, and the red ring on her right hand, Rufus smiled. She had fulfilled his
wish. She then caught his gaze where he felt struck by her beauty, dumbly. Her eyes were
outlined in dark kohl, where white jewels like tear drops were adorn around her eyes. Her lips
were thick and tidied to a bright red lipstick that made her almost the classic face of a
temptress.

Tifa came to Rufus’ side, who offered her his hand which reluctantly under all the eyes she
took. Kissing her hand just so softly, Tifa swallowed the lump in her throat. She could feel
their gazes burn at her skin, and if it had been the one time she truly felt like the enemy was
now. Rufus looked at Tifa, and for a minute she was unsure what his thoughts were.

“Can I say, you look absolutely stunning?” he whispered. Nervously she smiled.

Rufus then spoke aloud, “My friends, I give you the heir of Red Hearts, Ms. Tifa Lockhart” he
spoke aloud.

Everyone just looked at her, feeding in her presence.

But Tifa equally fed in his appearance. He appeared in a sharp uniform of navy blue with gold
buttons. His blonde hair was whiter under the bright lights and something about Rufus Shinra
seem a little more tidy.

Taking her hand, he led her through the crowd where they found themselves around a large
table. Tifa sat next to Rufus, who was very bold at placing a hand around her waist. Tifa met
his eyes with her cold ones, but he ignored her plea. They sat with some of the giants in the
war. Tifa could not imagine what her significance talking to these people were? How do you
socialize with enemies against your will?

“So you are the daughter of Arthur Lockhart” an olden woman asks.

“I am” Tifa was sharp to reply.

“I’m amazed my nephew kept you alive, could it be your pretty looks or quiet voice that keeps
you alive?” she paused to study Tifa.

“Neither” Tifa responded coldly, almost confused at the woman before her.

“Now now, let’s not start off on this foot” Rufus laughed, “Tifa, this is Madam Catherina, leader
of Titus De Amo” he paused, “she is also my good aunt” he spoke smiling at his aunt who
noticed none but Tifa in front of her.

“I’m aware of who she is…” Tifa spoke.

“Who does not know of me and tyrannical ways of war. Best you and your daddy should know.”
She spoke.

“Oh we are aware.” Tifa countered… ‘of the simpletons of war’

Catherina drank at her wine, her gaze fallen unto Tifa.

It had been a chaotic night thus far, first Catherina and her constant barrage of attacks, and
now Scarlett.

‘If I didn’t know any better I’d say this party is about making yourself more of an enemy to
the enemy.’ Tifa sighed, listening to Rufus bore them with some outdated story about how he
managed to win some battle against some small empire. Really, thought Tifa, was this victory
to the destruction of their fellow men. From how she interpreted these “people”, they acted
like the coldest beasts she had ever known. Their adventures, could hardly promote joy in
someone, but the sick pleasures and escapades they had in destroying villages, and
organizations of good, was hardly believable. Such people, could not live with themselves, but
looking around the room, she could see them all laugh and converse, eat and dine as kings
and queens, and forget every single black deed they every did indulge. And it is more on an
aggrieving note, that such people are actually people.

It was already half past 10, and the ball had only gotten more chaotic. Security was very
thick, no one could go upstairs as no one could come downstairs. She figured this place had
become absolutely impregnable with some of these people bringing their own security. Maids
were wildly being chased back and forth from table to table, person to person. Drunkards, and
wild women all adorn this sickening room of dark souls. Nothing made sense with her being
here. She was the irony in a place like this. Her soul, if symbolized could be as white as snow,
in a heavy darkness that would not go away. She could deny, by the stares and looks these
people threw at her, a weapon could hardly do the damage eyes could.

She felt outside their box, too uncultured to their principles and their stereotyped rules. Their
lifestyles where parallel to her own. These were things she understood, but could not accept.
She figured, this was not the place for a pacifist much less anyone who shared a single
different fibre of being.

She kept reserved most of the time, but she figured, eventually Shinra would stir another
conversation about her father in which she was growing tired in having ‘this Lady Catherina’ fill
in with dirty and besmirching statements. The woman, was a black tongue as it couldn’t be
hidden for all the world. But Tifa also realized, the woman had a certain vendetta against
Scarlett who she easily ransacked with foul statements. It was not comical to see any person
be contumely marred by another. Yet witnessing Scarlett and how uncomfortably she sat, Tifa
couldn’t help but to feel a certain sympathy for her.
The attacks had only escalated with some of dirt falling on Tifa. Tifa could hardly understand
the complex of Rufus’ aunt. She was in indeed foul at mouth, but horrible at heart. The
woman could only pollute the air by the rubbished she spared.

Tired at how the party had declined, Tifa turned to Rufus with a stressed face.

“Would you excuse me, I need to use to bathroom” Tifa pleaded with Rufus, who she hoped
would understand for once, how important it was for her to be pardoned from the table.
Momentarily, he understood her plea.

“But of course, Scarlett won’t you join Tifa” he asked at Scarlett.

Scarlett examined the nature of his question. Again he was asking for things that he shouldn’t
be providing to the prisoner. Reluctantly, she took her leave, following Tifa who was led to the
bathroom.

On her way, Tifa could feel the eyes of both men and women eat at her. It was sickening being
looked at this way. You felt more like a virus under a microscope rather than a human. Tifa
pushed the door back and entered the beautifully ornate bathroom. It reminded her of a
picture rather than a reality. Everything seem to shine and be of a rich ambience.

Leaning over the faucet, Tifa pulled at her gloves, tired of the façade she had to wear for the
entire afternoon. ‘Damn, I hate this place’

Scarlett who observed Tifa, could only narrow her eyes in slits at the young woman. She
couldn’t understand why everyone was so struck over her. She swore she heard a hundred
comments about how beautiful an enemy she was, as they all pardoned her for the evening.

“Enjoying yourself Tiffy?” she asked sarcastically, “you must be enjoying yourself when all the
attention is on the daughter of Arthur Lockhart” she spoke vehemently.

“What are you talking about?” Tifa pulled at her other glove, “do you think I want this?” Tifa
looked at her unbelievably, “I’m the outsider Scarlett, I can’t imagine the kind of attention you
think I’m getting” Tifa didn’t understand Scarlett.

Did she honestly think she wanted to be here, much less have a million eyes eat her in, in
every wrong way? Obviously, by seeing Scarlett’s expression, she figured not.

“Let me tell you something, pacifist” Scarlett started.

Tifa paid no attention to Scarlett as she struggled to pull off her glove which refused to budge.

Scarlett pulled Tifa around by the shoulder, where the glove and ring came straight off. It was
then Tifa’s ring collected onto the vanity counter. Scarlett looked at the ring.

This ring. She had known this ring. Rufus once had stolen a ring from his mother that
according to his father was a priceless family heirloom. To lose it would be tragic, but to give it
to the enemy… was insanely ridiculous.

‘How dare he? Here I am, his woman and he doesn’t give an ounce of what he gives her.’

Tifa took the ring off the surface and placed it on her hand before it was lost.

“You think you’re so lucky don’t you?”

“Excuse me?”
“Oh you heard me. Well just remember you’re in my walls now…so don’t get carried away
Tiffy”

Tifa didn’t understand it. What was Scarlett’s problem?

“Look” Tifa started, closing the faucet, completely fed up of everything. First the ball, then the
dress, then Catherina an now Scarlett. Honestly, she didn’t care about the punishment, these
people were expecting too much from her. They killed her people, soiled her mind and took
everything she held dear and ripped it away. Honestly, she didn’t care the consequences.

“What is your problem Scarlett?” Tifa turned to the girl.

“Ohh, so I made the pacifist angry. Ohh, I’m so scared” she mocked.

“Would you quit your immaturity”

“Immaturity you say?” She came forward with a menacing pair of eyes.

“I’ll remind you Tiffy, you’re the enemy and what we say goes… got it?” she warned.

Tifa who knew Scarlett’s tactic, took a breath and removed herself from Scarlett’s stare.

“I absolutely hate everything about you and Red Hearts…” she sighed, “the whole pack of you
are peace-freaks with a death wish” she started. Tifa looked at Scarlett, observing how the
blonde truly was evil.

“I mean, when you get right down to it, its amazing that we actually consider you fools our
adversaries.” She laughed to herself.

“And look at you, daughter of Arthur Lockhart? What happened, were you the mistake your
father produced. Humph!” she paused, “I can’t imagine anyone having a pacifist child as sad
as you”

“This coming from the woman who is absolutely inadequate to fill her disposition to war.
Numbly she surrenders to my father’s strategy, and has her team killed.” Tifa was tired of their
beating.

“How dare you!”

“I said nothing but the truth” Tifa whispered

“You shut that mouth of yours pacifist. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll know to draw
the line here” Scarlett shouted. “You think you’re so lucky that Rufus protects you all the time
and gives you anything you want, well that line of luck is coming to an end”

She approached Tifa.

“That should be my red ring”

Again Tifa thought, it was materialistic thrash she wanted. This is why the woman had been in
a frenzy.

“Now now, it’s not red… it’s Scarlett” Tifa dared Scarlett as she turned from her and looked at
her eyes. “It matches my eyes, don’t you think?”

It had been the first out-of-line thing Tifa did since her stay here at Black Crescents, but she
would not surrender any more to the verbal and physical attacks. It couldn’t be right to stay
bottled up for your life, especially when people like this were responsible for all the bad things
in your life.
“You…” she started, and with that she ran forward, slamming her hands across Tifa’s face and
body. Tifa took the first lash almost openly, and then recoiled by striking back in defense.
Scarlett, pulled at Tifa’s long dress, ripping the thin fabric to pieces. Tifa retaliated and cried
out when Scarlett grabbed a fistful of her hair.

It was their cries and screams that caught the guards. The doors are flung open and both
women were parted. Both exchange angry expressions of hate. Rufus is addressed of the news
and hurriedly attends to the sight of dismay. Both Scarlett and Tifa were thrashed.

“What the hell happened?” he seem confused at the mess and destruction of both women’s
poise and clothing.

“Scarlett attacked me” were Tifa’s small simple words.

“Oh keep talking you thrashy pacifist. I’ll get you!” Scarlett bit back.

“Enough!” Rufus shouted. He hadn’t hope for the ball to go like this. Not for a fight to go down
in the girl’s bathroom.

“Honestly, I had hoped both of you could get along for the afternoon.” He started, “and with
disappointment I look at both of you. As such I will not have both of you making a mess of the
Shinra house and the great afternoon many are calling it” he paused, “Ms. Lockhart, it is
therefore sad for me to say, that you must return to your chamber for the afternoon, and as
for you Scarlett, go get tidied up and return immediately. Tonight I’ll deal with you” he pointed
at Scarlett before leaving them to be.
Tifa ascended the stairs and made her way to her room. No one was on this floor. How
strange. She figured maybe the priority of security wasn’t empty rooms but rather the people
down below. The music was so loud, you could hardly sleep in it. Still, security at her door was
absolutely zero, a strange wonder that was. She was about to open the door, when she
observed it was partly ajar.

Immediately she stopped to notice if someone had entered before her. Impossible she
thought. Looking at the door handle she could see smears of blood. Pushing the door open,
she cautiously entered, looking around almost frantically. No one was within the apartment.
Feeling something wet by her toes, she looked down. It was blood. Alarmed, she held her
breath and slowly followed the trail. And it lead to Sephiroth’s room.

Immediately, she pushed his door open and there lying on his bed, could be no other but the
man who had plagued her dreams with nothing but sadness. Here he was, breathing and in
the living flesh lying on his bed. It had been something so strange for her, this feeling of
having everything you feared go away almost immediately. Fragile and tender from how these
feelings had left her sore she reacted by slowly going forward her eyes shining.

Blood unfortunately reeked strongly in the room. Blood was on the ground and approaching
him now, she saw exactly how human he had been. All the world some how always saw him
otherwise to his title. A god, a legend… a myth, but now, seeing him close his eyes and bleed.
It reminded her how frail he truly was in being human. Grabbing some of the gauze from the
kit he brought with him, she began almost immediately unrolling it. Leaning forward, she
looked at him, and saw him.

“Sephiroth” she had said his name aloud for the first time in so long. And it wasn’t with
hurting, or with sadness she said his name, but rather all the joy and relief in her had said it.
She applied the gauze over his biceps which were bleeding. Wrapping it around his arm, she
carefully tied the gauze.

It was then Sephiroth felt the tightening of the pressure on his arms. He looked up, and he
recalls his room. He hears fabric rustle and he averts his eyes to the industrious woman in
front of him.
‘Lockhart’

Sephiroth tensed at her fingers on his arms. Tifa looked up at his reaction. And slowly, she
backed off and examined him as he positioned himself forward. She leaned forward, trying to
help him, but he would not let her. Even after all of this, he wore his dignity rich.

There was always an element about Sephiroth that could not be matched. For whatever this
unnamed element was, it always affiliated itself with pride and dignity of his highness and
stature.

She could see a trail of blood roll down the side of his mouth and almost alarmed, she
swallowed the lump, and ripped the tail of her dress. Going forward, she wiped the blood from
his mouth. Not in a million years would Sephiroth allow anyone next to him when in this state,
but something about Lockhart had changed. Something about her was surely different.

For a long time, he allowed his eyes to feed her in. What mistake of a dress did she find
herself in, and why was she looking like a courtesan in all that makeup. Assessing his
thoughts, he figured it could be none other but Shinra who made the poor woman disgrace
herself into his silly fancies.

Tifa left Sephiroth’s side. His eyes followed her. He leaned forward and coughed. Blood coming
down his mouth. Tifa returned with a small bowl of hot water from his bathroom. She sat
down in front of him on the floor. She placed the cloth in the water and slowly, eased the fabric
over the blood. She took patience and pride in her work, but all the while she would not allow
him to capture her eyes. It was almost with a persistent accord she kept evading his eyes,
focusing all her attention to his mouth. Sephiroth examined her, allowing her to help him. He
examined the way her face beaconed in the dark. The way her red lips articulate to the size of
his bruises. Like a china doll, he allowed his eyes to trial to her flimsy dress that barely
covered anything in a woman like Lockhart.

Sephiroth again searched for her eyes, but she would not meet his. And with confusion, he
held her hand against his mouth and for the first time her eyes were full of the million
literatures of woe and sorrow she kept. Her eyes held all the things that had happened. He
could tell she had grown up, but not exactly the way he had wanted. Equally shining in her
eyes was a stunning factor. Something warm in Lockhart’s eyes welcomed him in. Something
that was always cold, did not carry a chill, but rather tenderly welcomed him in. And he knew
now, what her eyes held, being not a fool to observe it in Aerith’s eyes either.

“Why?” his voice was hoarse, broken up terribly thought Tifa.

Tifa who looked down, feeling tears coming to her, and he placed a hand under her chin,
where her eyes sparkled with remarkable truth. Here she was, in all her simplicity providing
the truth.

“Do you really not know?” she whispered, her eyes began flooding with tears, yet the woman
never etched her face once to cry. He studied her features, and couldn’t deny, she’d been a
very pleasant surprise. But Sephiroth was not some man, and in all her innocence, could she
truly comprehend the heavy darkness he was.

“Do you not fear me?” he asked, wondering had his power been lost to the different magic he
left her with. He brushed his thumb against her pale winter cheek, allowing his blood to soil
her cheek. It was beautiful seeing how innocent she was painted with his blood. Tifa spasm
momentarily to his touches and then she closed her eyes.

She wanted him to know. She wanted him to understand.

“Yes… I still fear you” she whispered sharply, as her tears fell. He observed her, and then her
lips. Sephiroth touched her lips with his thumb almost numbly, painting her lips with a new
kind of red. His blood met her lips, and she opened her eyes.

If she knew poison, she could taste it in his blood and run away like all the others, but she
opened her eyes defiantly and met his, “but it is because of my fear, there is mystery in you…
a-a-and, I know” she paused to let herself break under his gaze. “And I-I know, I w-want y-yo
—

And she was never allowed to finish her statement, as his lips caught hers. Tifa breathed into
him. His lips touched hers, and for a moment she could not react to the thrill and danger her
heart beat at. She leaned forward, her hands slowly coming to his cheek, which he allowed as
he kissed her slowly. She could feel the way his mouth moved against hers, something about
his slow movements were deliberate and very enticing.

Tifa reacted, kissing back, tasting the blood from his mouth in their kisses. Something about
tasting his blood and kissing him, almost as hungrily as he drank her in, made her invited that
much more to the mysterious delight Sephiroth was. And yet there was pleasure in the
forbidden, of tasting something so different.

With blood between their lips, and a hunger lighting to fire, ecstasy was slowly building. Yet
something about the blood she tasted was delicious, yet wrong, and yet every reason she
should indulge.

They kissed, their mouths tracing perfectly against each other. Rhythm for rhythm they kissed,
hunger for hunger they matched. Their hearts were racing and Tifa could feel her legs weaken
as Sephiroth basically took control. All Sephiroth knew was the pain could not be felt, and it
enticed him all the more. He placed a hand on her waist where he dug his fingers into the
small of back softly. Almost softly she moaned into his mouth.

The temperature between their bodies were now escalating, and sweat had formed, where
somehow it seem to glisten and make them two beautiful bodies. Sephiroth looked at Lockhart
and observed her hand on his chest. She was holding onto him almost in a way she would not
let him go. And he could see why in her eyes.

Tifa pushed herself deeper into him. All she wanted to do was melt in his arms, all she wanted
was Sephiroth as she craved him, she craved his touch… she just wanted him so badly. And
Sephiroth would gladly meet her standard, as he had a desire himself to submerge himself
and become undone, taking her whole with him.

It was strange thought Tifa. Now, more than ever she wanted him, she wanted the same arms
that were known to kill a field of innocent men like crops. And the carnage and death he’s
waged with his arms, were all taken away, as he softly touched her. And again, how could a
man like this, gruff to provide death, be as gentle as a summer’s wind.

Sephiroth found himself a small hole in her dress, and gave himself the bold right to slip his
hand in, immediately Tifa shivered to his touch. He stroked her back, and with eyes of delirium
she rolled them back and it was just a matter of time thought Sephiroth. Sephiroth took
complete control, where with his strength from who knew where, he pulled her onto the bed,
pinning her beneath him. His lips crushed hers, and though his monopoly would have
otherwise gotten her angry, she would have it no other way if he took the reigns. Sephiroth
supported his upper body weight, where he leaned over her, kissing her hungrily. Tifa placed a
hand on his chest, where she scratched at his chest. He grunted into her mouth, it was then
the motion of their rhythm had changed.

Placing his tongue between her lips, it touched at hers, waiting for hers to come play. Tifa
stroked her tongue against his. He smirked, enjoying her responsiveness. Sephiroth would not
stay at a steady pace though. Again he changed the rhythm and he roughly kissed her,
aggressively allowing their tongues to mingle. With one hand Sephiroth placed his hand on her
shoulder, where almost deftly he scratched her sides. Tifa could feel the heat building in the
room, she couldn’t take it. Bursting free from his kisses, she panted heavily. The rise and fall
of her chest, invited him in. Sephiroth leaned forward to her cheek, and licked the blood off he
previously smeared. Tifa held her breath, uncultured to the method of licking.
He licked slowly, before kissing her cheek softly. He kissed slowly everywhere before going
lower to her neck where he found himself a special area. Tifa immediately let out a gasp as he
began kissing her there. He softly kissed the area before nibbling it gently. Tifa moaned,
where her fingers trailed into his head. She offered herself by leaning her head back and
offering him more of her neck. He happily obliged and feasted in her neck. Licking her neck,
Tifa moaned his name, begging him to take more. He breathed heatedly against her neck,
where shivers plagued against her skin. Tifa wanted him. She lowered her hands where they
trailed from his chest to his waist.

Tifa cried his name in pleasure when he bit her neck. He softly sucked on her neck, where
Tifa’s opposite hand fisted the sheets in a tight fistful. Sephiroth would not let up, especially
with her erotic cries filling his diet.

Then he trailed lower from her neck, to her chest, an area which he had stopped. Pulling
apart, he allowed his hands to trace over her chest. Tifa closed her eyes just allowing him to
do what he pleased. Slowly her eyes opened, where he found a small hole in her dress. She
observed the hole was conveniently placed over her right nipple. With his callused thumb, he
rubbed against it, where Tifa thrashed her head letting off small moans, and then louder ones
when he began assaulting it. Tifa cried under Sephiroth who was cruel to enjoy her cries. She
closed her eyes

It was then lowered himself and in her ear he breathed. “Look at me” he whispered.

She opened her eyes to meet his, and with a strange expression he looked at her. For the first
time Tifa saw something unique in Sephiroth, his eyes were asking permission, searching for
an answer. Tifa stared back, almost scared what she saw, she swallowed and could not deny, if
her body did not react the way it did, she could only see herself giving it to him.

Almost tenderly her eyes beaconed to him, granting him the permission he seeked. He
smirked. Gently he kissed her lips.

In a quick motion Sephiroth took her arms and pinned them above her head. Tifa looked up
expectantly, confused at her bound arms. Sephiroth wasted no time. With his right hand he
began tracing the curves of her body. He trailed his fingers over her lips, which he almost
innocently admired. He continued to trail his fingers over her chin, on her neck where he
descended to her chest. Tifa closed her eyes, and felt him touch her breasts just so gently
before going lower to her abdomen.

Tifa tensed and relaxed under his touch.

Sephiroth observed her; there was something about this woman that was seriously very
amazing. Could it be the shimmer of her eyes, or perhaps it was the living irony she was in a
time like this. Everything about her was inviting. It invited darkness almost too easily, and
here he found himself, in his prime ready to take her.

It was then Tifa felt his movements halted. Opening her eyes, she saw him with his fingers
clenched deeply into the fabric of her dress. Before her eyes, he began pulling the fabric. He
ripped at the fabric too easily, where her bare skin began showing through. Sephiroth wasted
no time in revealing what he wanted. And with the moon as his witness, the woman was
beautiful. The light lit her as in insatiable goddess that left him stunned by how beautiful she
was in her naked form. Leaning forward one of his hands firmly cupped her large breast, which
she arched into. Damn, something about her innocence doing this drove him insane. Sephiroth
rubbed the nipple with his hand before leaning forward and almost slowly began licking the
top. Tifa screamed. He smirked. Grabbing it almost forcefully, she thrashed her head back.
Oh he enjoyed this. She turned to him, searching for his lips. He aggressively returned to her,
almost violating her mouth with kisses. Their tongues graphically stroked each other, in
between she moaned his name, as he massaged her breasts. Tifa could not deny, she would
die in the man’s arms. How could he be so skilled.

Gruffly, he leaned into her. His chest touching hers.

Sephiroth released her lips and turned to her ear, which he bit and began licking. Tifa cried
out; her hand firmly latched to his back. She slowly sent her nails down his back, as the
pleasure he gave was too great. He released her both arms, where his second hand found
themselves to her side. He scratched her slender stomach before rudely pulling at her thin
panties. Tifa didn’t react, all she did was pull him in closer, and as he licked her ear, Tifa in a
sharp moment felt him stroke her inner thighs. Almost instinctively she parted her legs. It a
silent moment Sephiroth inserted his finger into her where a familiar fluid came over his
fingers. She etched her face in pleasure. Sephiroth smirked. He observed her closed eyes and
her breathing. Sticking his middle finger deeper into her, she cried out his name louder. He
loved it he thought.

For a while he massaged her with his one finger. Her body spasmed under him, and it was
amazing to see a woman as voluptuous as Tifa surrendered to his touch. He then felt her nails
sink into his skin. He winced.

Tifa’s smell was becoming overwhelming in the room. Damn, he just wanted to do it now.
Sending a second finger in, she screamed, almost hyperventilating. It was very amusing
Sephiroth thought. Her insides were deliciously tight…

She moaned his name, burying her face into the crook of his neck. She gasped at the things
he whispered in her ear. Easing herself away, her lips brushed his chin while his skillful hands
worked her as a classic instrument. Shivers penetrated her body and wave after wave of
pleasure traveled through her body. Tifa gasped another time, as he pulled his fingers out. He
could hear her cry at the loss of contact. He smiled. Lockhart truly wanted him. His fingers
again returned, and with a vengeance his two fingers entered her tiny orifice where they met
her tight, wet and slick folds. Interesting, he felt her bud. He observed how she sharply
gasped when he touched the sensitive area. Pressing and rolling the bud in slow, deliberate
motions caused her to buckle under the pleasurable sensations.

“Aren’t you wet” he whispered seductively into her ear.

Slowly her eyes parted open and she leaned forward. She licked his lips and almost in a fluent
motion, her fingers trailed over his chest. Before resting on his lower member. He growled at
her naughty hold on his hardened member. Sephiroth could tell the little pacifist was not all
nun. She slowly began pushing him over on his back, where he gasped at the pain of his still
open wounds. Tifa went forward kissing his chest, almost imitating his actions. Down his
bruised chest she came before she sent her long nails over his taunt stomach. She traced
them with her nails, before sucking the flesh of his stomach. Sephiroth closed his eyes
enjoying her ministrations.

It would seem she was tired, just as him, as she slowly began undoing his belt. Sephiroth
opened his eyes, and found silver twinkles of mischief in Tifa’s eyes. There was something
dirty and deliciously attractive about them. They said naughty things. Sephiroth allowed her
time to enjoy the control as it would be short.

Her small fingers worked over his steel buckled, where she quickly worked. Unbuttoning his
pants, she took a breath, before unzipping his pants. Surprisingly Sephiroth had not worn any
boxers, and she was amazed to find his large member greeting her. The thing was amazingly
large, she thought. She swallowed imagining the thing deep in her. She could hardly believe it
would fit. Shakily, her hands came over the base of his member, which seem almost very
sensitive to touch. Sephiroth grunted as she slowly moved her hand up and down in soft
motions. She stroked the digits of his member, somehow the skin of his member felt like a
hairless velvet. Pulling back the skin, she observed the head and heard the sounds of
Sephiroth grunting. She then felt Sephiroth place a hand on her head, where he slowly
brought her head to meet his member. Tifa leaned forward, where her mouth opened and her
eyes closed. Her hot, wet mouth made Sephiroth moan in relief. She sucked on his hard
member, loving his responsiveness to her every nib, her every suck. Pulling his member out
her mouth, she could see the top of his member quiver and pulse at her evil ministrations. She
sucked on the crown of his member where Sephiroth let out a curse.

She drank in his musk and sweat, and her saliva. It was desirable thought Tifa. She moaned,
loving the feel in her mouth. Sephiroth slowly stroked his member into her mouth, which she
enjoyed.

She quickened her pace around his member, sucking the large object almost greedily.
Sephiroth closed his eyes and leaned his head deep into his mattress. Tifa could taste a
strange taste in her mouth. It was slimy between her lips and somehow it only fuel her desire
to do it some more. Sephiroth pulled her hair back, where she disengaged from his member
with a certain pop. With sad eyes she met his hungry eyes.

He threw her beneath him, where he inserted two fingers into her. Her responsive
womanhood, gave off a delicious odour which drove the General crazy. Her insides were wet,
sensitive and pulsing. Her orifice tightened under his fingers. He quickened his pace almost
dramatically, feeling her cum cover his fingers. She cried, as she rubbed her hips into his
fingers. Faster he went, where he found a thrashing woman soon becoming bathe in sweat
and sex.

Entering a third finger, Tifa screamed. Her screams traveling through the quiet halls. No one
could hear the passion of these two lovers. And it was in his assaults to her womanhood, he
felt a tensing of her insides; it clamped strongly over his fingers, where it pulsed and before
he knew it, she had her first orgasm. She crashed, screaming as hard as she could. She
arched her back into his mattress. Then she collapsed.

Sephiroth withdrew his fingers, and with her womanhood leaking a favourite liquid, he leaned
forward and almost deliberately slow, he flicked his tongue into her sensitive womanhood.
Sending his tongue in, Tifa reacted by placing a hand onto his head, inviting him to taste more
of her. Her knees buckled some more, and Sephiroth was quick to comply by vulgarly parting
her legs open. He brought his mouth to her opening and sucked on her swollen bud. Her scent
was driving him crazy.

Letting go, Sephiroth pulled off his pants where he placed two pillows behind her back to prop
her forward. Leaning forward. He placed one of her legs over his shoulders and the other
around his waist. Looking at Tifa, she could tell this was it.

He positioned his member to her soft wet entrance, which he submerged all the way to the
hilt. They both let off soft moans. In a slow motion Sephiroth moved his hardened member
into her taunted womanhood. Gosh, it was so wet, and tight. Thrusting his hips into hers, Tifa
met him, with cries. It was then Sephiroth saw tears in her eyes. He had understood now. It
was her first time. Steadily Sephiroth moved into her, to ease her out the pain and quicker
than he could imagine, the woman was once again moaning his name.

Sephiroth matched her speed in perfect tandem, but she was too slow. Annoyed, he rose her
body more into his hips, where he powerfully thrusted his large member into her, every entry
ended with a perfect moan from his temptress. Again he slammed into her, her womanhood
slick with their fluids. Her legs opened some more, where Sephiroth found himself pushing all
of his member into her tiny orifice. Tifa screamed, feeling that she would cum. Her breasts
rapidly bounced as Sephiroth pumped her repeatedly.

He glided smoothly into her warm, wet womanhood. Gosh, she was amazing.
Her mouth was permanently fixed open, as she constantly moaned. Again, she calls his name,
and her soft cries drive him insane. Her eyes are shut close, and something about the beads of
sweat falling down her face is delightful. Sephiroth wants more as he thrusts into her. He leans
his head into her breasts, where he sucks on one driving himself totally insane. Tifa dragged
her nails down his back, where blood could be smelt.

Sephiroth found her mouth and their tongues found each other, a messy trail of saliva coming
from their mouth, but gosh Sephiroth didn’t care, nor did she. Tifa went forward, where she
removed her leg from his shoulder and began making love to him, in his lap. Sephiroth leaned
back into the bed, while Tifa rode on him. She found it erotic, how she rode him. Leaning
back, so she was supported by his legs, she thrusted back and forth. Sephiroth cursed at her
sensuality. She then slowed dramatically, where her eyes found his. And he could tell she was
humouring him.

“Shit” Sephiroth cursed. She was very sexy, in that dominating position. She rose her hair
upwardly and over her shoulders, with eyes of delirium of insane moans, she slowly rode up
and down his member. She trailed a hand to her lips and lower down her breasts which she
held. She moaned and Sephiroth by then had had enough. Pushing her back into the pillows,
in a missionary style, he quickened his pace, pounding violently into her wetness. Sounds of
lapping could be heard, but it was music to his ears.

Sephiroth could feel himself come over the edge. Again, he felt the way he did.

Tifa was not far behind, as her insides began shuddering.

“Sephiroth, more…” she begged, feeling herself come over the edge.

He obliged, pounding into her mercilessly. Tifa’s joy was eminent, as she began feeling the
white blissful light slowly take her again. Sephiroth, entered her powerfully, hammering his
rigid member proudly in and out. It was then Sephiroth felt it, and with his member all the
way in, he exploded, his hot liquid meeting the base of her womanhood.

Tifa screamed soon joining him, with her own pleasure taking over. Sephiroth leaned forward,
tired and completed. But realizing he could not collect himself, he collapsed into her bosom.
Somehow, he thought it was alright.

Tifa closed her eyes, and cradled him. A tiredness almost immediately came over her, and she
couldn’t help but to feel comfortable, and content. Something about this moment, made her
feel complete. Closing her eyes, she thought, everything was just perfect.

An: Hello guys I just wanted to say I’m very sorry for not updating last week Friday. I was
really busy with school. Gosh, it was so hectic. I promised however, in order to redeem myself
I would make an extra long chapter. Though I don’t see how it got this long.

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