Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Because of a Garden and a Twilight Walk ❯ Plagued by Forgotten Memories ( Chapter 1 )

Author's notes: Okay! Person that requested a Vincent and Aeris fic, I will do so soon! I just came up with an idea for them yesterday anyway(this was written before I put out: Heart's Call. ^^;) =D*Bows* ^_^ Any other requests? ^.~ I'll only refuse a request if I'm against the pairing..and im not against many pairings at all (Only two ff7 pairings come to mind...). Or if I don't know how i'd get them together in a fic. Oh...

Um...for those who've seen my other stories, I guess you can tell i'm not someone who usually writes Angst stuff...well...I want a happy Sephy/Aeris fic, so im writing one. =p lol. But those realistic Sephy/Aeris fics are pretty good too. ^.~ (I think one was titled Sadistic Love- It was moving but sickeningly realistic. I liked it. ^_^)
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"And all the things you hold so dear..
will turn to whisper in your ear..."
-Duvet, Boa.
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From above, almost like watching an event occur, he saw A blonde, spiky haired man almost cut a chestnut-haired girl in two. Another brunette girl and a man with long black hair stopped him. His eyes widened as he saw a sword go through the chesnut girl's heart. The man who was the weilder of the sword...

No! No! I couldn't be! It was him!

Sephiroth opened his eyes, awaking from sleep and sat up. "...." The man had looked exactly like himself. The only difference was the clothing and the sword. He slipped out of bed and walked to a window. Why had that dream seemed so familiar? Why did his dreams always haunt him? Like they wanted him to know something...

He shook his head and opened his bedroom window, listening to the sounds of the night as cool air swept into his room giving the sensation of being cleansed. He put his shoulders on the windowsill and looked out at the city of Midgar. The air was clean now, cleaner than it used to be since Shinra had been stopped. A company had decided to clean the polluted air of Midgar that filled the slums, and so far they were doing a very good job of it. Sephiroth sighed and observed the almost-silent town.

A woman fell into a blonde man's arms, the blonde man shaking with pain, anger, and sorrow. He looked up at him in hate. The man with long black hair was wearing a frown on his face, and the short, brown haired girl dressed oddly had a few tears falling out of her eyes.

Sephiroth blinked and shook his head. What had that come from? He walked over to his desk and looked over the pamphlet that was completed only halfway. He brushed long white bangs from his eyes and sighed as he sat down into a chair. "Might as well finish this for tomorrow," He murmured and began to work.

That morning he walked briskly to the building he had entered yetserday and stepped inside. The woman who had told him that her name was Marlene was there behind the desk once again. Sephiroth softly, without making any sound placed the papers on the desk. Marlene blinked, her eyes widening. "You finished already, sir?"

Sephiroth nodded as she looked over the pamphlet. "Very well." She put the pamphlet down and pressed a button on the desk. "Boss, there is someone here who should do very well on the battlefield. I checked your schedule and currently you have nothing going on, so perhaps you would see him now?"

A gruff, but old voice spoke. "Very well. Show 'im in." Marlene stood up from her chair behind the desk and gestured towards a door as she walked to it. "Follow me, sir." She led him through a hallway and opened the last door. A very large, dark skinned man stood with his back to them, gazing out the window. Marlene looked up at Sephiroth and gave him a small smile before bowing and leaving the room.

Silence filled the room, seeping into it's very corners until the dark-skinned man spoke, his back still to Sephiroth. "Marlene tol' me ya looked like a pers'n I used ta talk about in stories, but she wuldn' say who it wus. What's yer name?"

"My name is Sephiroth."

The large, dark-skinned man turned around and growled. "WHUT THE HELL?! SEPHIROTH'S DEAD! YA CAN'T BE 'IM! YA COULDN' BE REVIV'D!"

"I was named after him." Sephiroth said calmly and walked to a window as the large man swore a curse under his breath. The large man set his gaze on Sephiroth's back.

"'Cept for yer clothes I'd say ya look exactly like 'im." The man crossed his arms. "Why the hell'd yer parents name ya a cursed name like his?"

Sephiroth shook his head and frowned. "I do not know. When I asked after they would tell the story of Cloud Strife and his crew, my mother would simply smile at me like she knew but would never tell." Sephiroth narrowed his eyes as he realized he had said something that the man before him need not know.

"Scary as hell..." The large man scratched the back of his head. "For all I know you could be the real Sephiroth come back from the dead! I should kill ya now..."

Sephiroth kneeled and formed a fighting stance. "If you attempt to kill me, you shall regret it."

"...but I don't know if you're the real Sephiroth. Aghh...Alright! You got your fucking job, now let's see where I can assign you-" he stopped as Sephiroth raised a hand, half-expecting him to use materia on him.

"You know my name, I wish to know yours," Sephiroth spoke calmly.

"Barrett."

"Very well, Barrett. Where shall I be assigned?"

"We're needin' a person at Kalm. Nothin' big, but they requested help from occasional beasts that wander near town." Barett saw himself in the window, faintly acting like a mirror. "I would have gone myself...but I'm so goddamned old now."

Sephiroth produced a small smile and bowed, almost mockingly. "Very well, I'll head to Kalm at once."

"I'll send word of your coming." Barrett heard the door to his office shut as he finished his sentence, and sat down with a small growl.

"Damn guy gave m' the chills. Too much like the old Sephiroth. Way too similar, except this one appears to be sane." Barrett put a hand on his forehead. "What'll I say next time Cloud 'n Tifa or the others call..."

"What?!" Rufus stood up, hands slamming down on the table. Aeris had been invited to his family's dinner, but the news his current mother said sent a chill up his spine. No...just Aeris and himself, those were the only two people who should have been reborn. If only he didn't have this younger, child's body...He gazed at Aeris longingly for a moment. She was a beauty, like the flowers she so loved.

"Rufus dear, sit down."

"Yes mother...but please, what do you mean, 'A soldier named the same name as old Sephiroth is coming here'? Isn't he..." He stopped. They didn't know he was really the Rufus from the past. "Mother, isn't Sephiroth a bad person?" He put on a childish voice. His 'mother' smiled and patted him on the head.

"The old Sephiroth was. His very name is feared. But he couldn't possibly be the same person as the old Sephiroth, for he is dead."

Just because he's 'dead' doesn't mean he stops existing, old woman. Rufus thought angrily. He forced a childish smile. "Oh!" He went back to eating and thinking.

Meanwhile, Aeris was hearing voices. Had she gone insane? No...

--You are the last ancient, reborn. Listen to us!--

Aeris' eyes widened. No way...you have the wrong person, she thought. Sophia was staring at her with innocent, worried blue eyes. "Miss Aeris, are you okay?"

Emerald eyes switched from startled to glistening with care as she put a hand on Sophia's head. "I am afraid I cannot stay the rest of the night, as you wanted me to, invited me to. I just remembered something I have to do. Please excuse me."

Rufus and Sophia's parents nodded, Sophia hugged Aeris before she could leave, and Rufus watched her with eyes full of something she didn't know. Aeris smiled at them before leaving and running back home in the rain, the voices following her, begging for her to listen and understand, telling her that the dangerous one was coming, and might destroy her again like he had once already...none of this was making sense to Aeris as she fell onto her bed and hugged her pillow tightly to her chest.