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Dream of Me (chapters 0-7)	By : ladysanzennine Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female > Sephiroth/Aerith Views: 2116 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-1
- 3-2
- 4-3
- 5-4
- 6-5
- 7-6
- 8-7
- 4
- 5
- 6
Dream of Me
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Squaresoft Inc.

Aeris clung to Sephiroth for dear life as they flew high over Midgar towards its heart, where the palace lay. Flying in an airship? No problem. Feeling the wind tossing your hair and clothes about without any floor beneath you? Entirely different story. The thought that he could simply drop her at any moment he chose did not escape her either.
She buried her head against his chest, not caring for the moment that her behavior was disgraceful. He didn’t have to fly this fast. He was just doing it to scare her. She shivered in his arms and pressed herself deeper into his embrace. Damn, it was cold. Clenching her jaw to prevent her teeth from chattering, she tried not to think of what would happen once they reached the palace.
She sighed with relief when her feet finally touched ground. Before she even had a chance to take in her surroundings however, she was shoved towards one of the women who had come to the front entrance to wait upon their lord. She stumbled and would have fallen to the ground if the servant’s arms hadn’t shot out to steady her.
Aeris turned back to glare at Sephiroth only to find that he’d already disappeared within the palace. Just like that, without even saying anything to her or the servants who were all studying her, not bothering to hide their curiosity.
That jerk! Aeris mentally railed at Sephiroth. She felt so humiliated, standing in such a state of undress before these strangers. Oh Gods, what they must think…Aeris blushed violently and looked down, not knowing what else to do. She felt a gentle hand touch her arm and she looked up into the severe face of the woman that Sephiroth had practically thrown her at.
“Come with me, child,” the servant spoke. “You must be freezing.”
Aeris gratefully followed her out of the front hall, through what seemed like endless corridors and stairs. Once away from the prying eyes of the palace staff, her self consciousness began to fade, replaced by wide eyed wonder. The Shinra tower had been an impressive structure, but it couldn’t compete with the elegant opulence of the structure that Sephiroth had ordered built after his power was established.
It was a throwback to the middle ages – with the added advantages of modern technology. Marble floors and crystal chandeliers everywhere. Thank the Gods it was heated.
They eventually reached a hall that was clearly a wing for private chambers. At the end stood a set of tall, arched double doors, ornately carved from mahogany.
“His Lordship’s chambers,” the woman beside her said, sensing Aeris’ curiosity. “He didn’t say where I’m supposed to put you, but I assume that he’ll want you close.” She pushed open one of the doors – the room stood right next to Sephiroth’s – and motioned for Aeris to go in first.
Aeris gasped as she caught sight of what was to be her new bedroom. Fit for a princess, the room was far more luxurious than anything she was used to. A massive but pleasing four poster bed dominated the center of the room. Red satin sheets hugged the well-cushioned mattress and lined the fluffy, oversized pillows. She noted immediately that it was far too big for just one person. A vanity stood across from the bed and an absolutely gorgeous armoire occupied the side wall. Through one open archway there appeared to be a full bathroom and the other led to a balcony.
What a perfect harem, Aeris though bitterly.
“Stay here. I’ll be back with a change of clothes for you.” She left, shutting the door softly behind her, leaving Aeris alone in the lavish room.
Aeris walked over to the bed and collapsed upon it with a sigh.
Now what? Better question – what is he really going to do with me?
She recalled his words from earlier and cringed. I still need to produce an heir. Who better to provide one than another Cetra? Well, she damn well wasn’t going to bear his child! He’d have to kill her first.
Which he’s fully capable of and just might. And it’s not like I can stop him from doing whatever he wants. She groaned out loud and hugged one of the pillows tightly. I wonder what I’m really here for? I could’ve sworn that he was actually planning on killing me and then changed his mind at the last minute.
Visions of his lips upon hers and being locked in a heated embrace intruded upon her mind. In her mind’s eye she saw him trail his fingertips up her inner thigh and she saw herself, arching upwards to meet him.
Aeris groaned again, louder this time, into the pillow.
Not now!
*          *          *
Sandria stood behind Sephiroth’s chair in his private office, diligently working the tension out of his neck and shoulders. She stared forward, her eyes blazing with fury. He’d brought the little chit back with him! No doubt the servants had installed her in chambers next to his. Right across from her very own.
That stupid little whore! She mentally screamed. She would not be replaced. Not a chance in Hell. Not after how hard she’d worked to get where she was today.
She’d just have to get rid of the bitch somehow. How hard could it possibly be?
“Sandria, leave me.” Sephiroth ordered.
His icy tone left no room for argument, so she obeyed without attempting to change his mind about his desire for solitude. He pulled away from her hands and waited until she quietly left the room, shutting the door behind her.
He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, pressing two fingers to his temple in a futile gesture, trying to hold his imminent headache at bay. He hadn’t actually meant what he’d said to the flower girl – about intending to use her to produce an heir. Gods that was the last thing on his mind at the moment. At the thought of the whirlwind of problems needing to be resolved, the slight pressure of rushing blood against his skull intensified.
When life’s peaceful, it’s boring. And when it’s troubled, you hate it. Although, with a kingdom to run, life’s never quite peaceful.
So what did that leave?
Hating life of course.
Problems and issues built up one on top of the other until the only option is to drown within them. All you can do is feel the suffocating effect slowly drain the life, the very essence out of the spirit.
Gods, he was tired.
For one, the rebels were becoming a real problem as opposed to an annoying inconvenience. Swift and unmerciful public executions had held them at bay for a while, but just like fungi and bacteria become resistant to cleansing agents, the rebels had become more and more cunning. Avalanche had once resorted to bombing Shinra’s reactors. Now the new revolution was taking the same approach with Sephiroth’s various buildings across the world. Who knew how many had lost their lives already?
Then there was the new solar power technology that would soon be unable to meet the energy demands of the populace, being considerably inferior to mako. His scientific observations sector had also reported strange disturbances coming from the Northern Crater which they saw as something to be extremely concerned about. The new Assistant Head of the research department was reminding him more and more of Hojo with each passing day, and the soldiers were getting sloppy under the lax authority of their current General, a useless man by the name of Metaen.
Had Shinra had this many problems, Sephiroth wondered? Things had seemed so much simpler back in those days.
People hadn’t seemed so useless and incompetent back in those days.
A light knock interrupted his thoughts. Without bothering to open his eyes, he called, “Come in.”
A pause as the door opened without the slightest hint of sound. Whoever it was coughed nervously before she spoke. “Sir, um.”
Elena, of course, Sephiroth thought wryly. “What is it now?”
She took a deep breath and began again. Sure, it had already been quite some time since Sephiroth had overthrown Shinra and become the Turks’ boss, but still, she wasn’t stupid enough to think she was immune to his anger. “Sir, I’m afraid there’s a bit of a problem. Remember that announcement you broadcasted about the reward for the capture of the Cetra?”
“What about it Elena?” he asked. His voice had returned to its normal deadly tone and he opened his eyes in time to see the young Turk swallow hard.
“Well, uh, there’s something of a huge convention in the main Hall for girls fitting the description you gave.”
Sephiroth’s eyes turned to blocks of green ice at this. He did not want to deal with any such thing at the moment. Silently, he admitted to himself that perhaps the description he had provided for the girl, along with the opulent award, had been a mistake. How had he not realized that this would happen? Brown hair and green eyes, indeed. There must be several million women in the world with that coloring. Then again, in the half-mad state he’d been driven to recently, somehow he was not surprised that this one time he’d done something so idiotic.
Naturally, he wasn’t about to say any of this aloud though.
“Send them all away.” He commanded Elena who was standing perfectly rigid and looking straight at a point just to the side of his ear. “I’ve already found the girl.”
Her teeth caught her lower lip between them and she said, “Yes, I know sir. We heard through the staff. But…you’d better come see this.”
He sighed heavily and followed her towards the Hall. Heavy armored boots clanked against the immaculate marble floor that was clear enough to see his reflection in. Tall, strong form. Haunting mako eyes. No dark bags to be seen, but when had he last truly rested? For that matter, had he ever felt - at any point in all this existence - at peace?
A hundred meters away, he could hear the unbelievable clamor that permeated from the main Hall.
He paused in the high, arched doorway with a skittish Elena by his side and surveyed the turmoil before him. There were at least six separate fights interspersed throughout the room, likely started by idiot claimants insisting that theirs was the right girl. Half of the females were crying uncontrollably, shrieking to be taken home while the other half were either too frightened to make a sound or were contemplating the possibility of having a chance at seducing their ruler. The palace guards looked at a loss, not sure of what to do.
“Sir.”
Sephiroth turned to see the three other Turks standing behind him, having just arrived, and awaiting orders. He nodded at them in acknowledgement. Tseng, Reno, and Rude – three of the most trustworthy and competent people in the entire world – as long as you had the power and wealth to afford their loyalty.
Casually, Sephiroth signaled with a wave of his hand towards the riot within the Hall. Tseng nodded and swiftly pulled his gun out from his blue suit. His arm extended, raised and his finger pulled back the trigger three times.
Three ear piercing shots rang out followed by half a second of pure silence. One of those silences in which people swear they can hear the blood rushing through their ears. And then three soft thumps as men slumped to the ground, lifeless before they realized it, blood trickling from the small, round wounds in the backs of their heads.
Still there was painful silence as the entire room turned in shock to stare stupidly at the four Turks and their Lord. The five deadliest people the Planet had ever conceived. None of them had ever been taught the meaning of the word mercy.
“I’ve found the flower girl,” Sephiroth stated coolly with obviously false patience. “And I want you all out of my palace within the next five minutes.” He turned his head slightly towards the Turks standing dutifully behind him. “You know what to do if there are any problems,” he told them before walking away.
The other Blue Suits followed the example of their leader and pulled out their concealed pistols.
Utter chaos broke loose.
~*~      ~*~      ~*~
Sephiroth paused on his way towards his chambers and firmly pushed all thoughts of every other problem in the world from his mind. There, in that room, right next to his own. She was in there. Aeris.
He walked up to it slowly and placed his hand upon the carved surface of the heavy, wooden door. A part of him wanted nothing more than to push open the door and intrude upon her privacy. It would be so easy to turn the flimsy doorknob and just take her – claim her as his own. To just give in to whatever insane magnetism lay between them.
And why not?
She wouldn’t resist. Well, at least she wouldn’t fight it long. She felt their fatal attraction as strongly as he did. It was something that disguised itself as pure physical lust, but when probed deeper was undeniably something more. As if…as if he knew her in some thoroughly intimate way, though they had never really talked. On that plateau outside Midgar he’d felt an instant familiarity when he first saw her. And now he felt that same sharp, yet illusive sensation each time she was near.
It was probably going to drive him mad before long.
And yet despite any such tender emotions that threatened to worm their way into his heart, he still felt the dark desire to destroy that strange, almost ethereal innocence that she possessed. He could remember so clearly how he’d felt that day when he’d first held her lithe body against his, shielding her from the brutal September winds. Passion and envy dancing alongside longing and wonder.
Gods, he really should just get rid of her now. Either that just take what he wanted.
So why? Why didn’t he follow through with either of the logical actions? Both were within his power and ability, for no one would even think to question his dealings. But still his hand remained against the center of the door, not moving in the slightest towards the doorknob beneath.
He wanted her and yet hated her for being everything that he could not be. She was the embodiment of the life that had always been denied to him, and for that he could not help but hold her in contempt.
Weakness. A flimsy, soft personality wrought by a life of kindness.
But then again, could life really have been that kind to her, down in the slums of Midgar? Maybe it was just that she was, in some odd, ironic way, far stronger than he for having survived harshness and cruelty without becoming that way herself. Or maybe not. What did he know of her anyways?
But regardless of all that, pushing aside all thought of why, and if, and perhaps…wouldn’t it feel nice for once to be surrounded by compassion? Not that fake, worthless gentleness so easily bought by the promise of power, but something real. To simply give in to that elusive feeling of…love.
Ah, if only.
If only…
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