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Strange…her heartbeat sped but her body still felt calm.  She turned to meet the mako-green eyes of the SOLDIER general.

"Hello Sephiroth."

A Simple Conversation

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“They could be better,” he mumbled, eyes darting to the soft coloring on her cheeks. Silently he nodded and settled down to sit next to her on the floor.  Knees bent, he rested his elbows on his legs and let out a soft sigh before glancing in her direction once more. 


Did she even have to ask? He never could deny her and something so simple as a conversation seemed a silly thing to question. She knew he wasn’t the best at talking and that made it easier; knowing that she wouldn’t judge him on that alone, despite coming across as awkward or cold occasionally. He just never knew what to say and too many people felt uncomfortable in the silence.

“What do you want to talk about?”


“Oh no, they’re perfect,” the young woman giggled.  The flowers, though some were wilting, were on their return to health again.  That gave the Cetra some hope.  ”They know you did your best, that’s why they keep on living.”

Cloud sat.  It was absolutely perfect that he had gotten close enough for her to hear his breathing.  That was just a little reminder that maybe she had done her job well.  Cloud was alive!  And that was wonderful.  Her content lips upturned as she inspected him in this sitting position. The Ancient still desperately wanted to reach out her fingers to touch him, but was afraid that it might frighten him.  Therefore, she kept her hands rested over her knees just like she had on their first meeting when the second man she had ever cared for fell from the sky.

“Let’s talk about anything.”  She said, “Anything at all.”  

The flower girl didn’t care what their conversation was about.  Aerith just really wanted to have one.

He wasn’t really sure how to respond to her comment on the flowers so he just nodded, looking them over once again. She probably knew best anyway. She’d put so much time and care into them he still felt a swell of guilt that any of them had wilted— that he hadn’t put more into them, that he’d had more to give.

They’d meant a lot… they still did…

“I… don’t know what to talk about,” he admitted, reaching to rub the back of his neck. “What made you… come visit?”

He hoped the question was alright to ask and looked to her for her answer. Part of him needed to know, the other part was just curious. How was Zack, he wondered… He’d seen them together once but hadn’t been able to say anything in response before they’d disappeared once more. Why did he see them? He’d wanted to thank them; for their help, for everything. The words had caught in his throat though and the moment had passed as quickly as it had come. A little time would have been nice but, just like now, he had no idea what he would say or ask, given the chance. Like every other time, his chest tightened and words he’d spent years practicing got lost.  

She laughed then.  Aerith had known he wouldn’t have much to say.  Cloud was Cloud.  Poking her finger to her upper lip, she gave a tiny nod to arrange her thoughts.  The little brunette didn’t want to say things too bluntly, however, that was her natural state.  Sooner or later, the Ancient would probably end up stating every opinion she ever had.  And that would begin by her stating the truth.

“Well…I missed you.”  The flower girl admitted.  ”That day when you were here with the children, I thought that it would be okay not to come back.”  Her mind returned to the day when the lifestream was called to fix the geostigma.  That was the last time she visited.  Then Cloud was the only one to see her.  As she was leaving, the Ancient had looked over her shoulder to see a smiling young man and she thought that he could stay that way forever. 

“But Zack and I still worried,” she giggled. 

She then put on her best impression of the ravenette, by pounding her fist into her palm and gesturing at the blonde with a cocked finger.  With a lowered voice she said, “Who knows what that guy’ll get himself into when he gets to thinkin’.  One of us should pop down there and do something…”

It was an impression of the SOLDIER that seemed well-practiced, though odd on the tiny female.  If she had been standing up, she would have cocked her hip, folded her arms and everything.  She hoped to get a second chance to do that.

“So here I am,” Aerith said cheerfully. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up too.”

“…though it would be with a pack of band-aids, most likely,” she finished with a chuckle.

He watched her finger, silently noting the gesture. It was familiar… cute, even. Still, he didn’t understand how she could miss him. He’d let her die.

And Zack as well…

His thoughts were short lived, however; their path interrupted when a laugh bubbled out at her impression. He couldn’t help it. It was small and soft, a little awkward but no less heartfelt. He almost expected her to stand up, cock her hip to the side and cross her arms. She was just one finger-wag short of looking exactly like the memories he had of a worried Zack trying to get his way— though shorter and dressed in pink. He wondered how long she’d spent practicing that one and if Zack knew how accurate it was.

“I missed you too…” Both of you. “I think I’m a little old for band-aids though.”

"And there you go, getting to thinking," the young woman laughed, turning to face the pondering blonde completely.  This time her finger did get to wagging as she scolded cheerfully.  ”Stop that.”

"Nobody is too old for band-aids,” Aerith said in a half-joking manner. “I wear them, Zack wears them…” Although that was on her call…it hadn’t been necessary for band-aids until recently since the two of them had been spending time in the Lifestream for so long.  However, during these ‘Cloud’ visits, they both seemed to be clutzy and falling over themselves.

She giggled to herself at the thought.

Then her expression softened to something more deliberate as she asked, “Cloud?”

Tucking her fingers back to her lap, she looked down to the flowers knowing that this was against everything she had told herself.

"How long can I stay?"

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Smiling more at the cetra’s response, the blade smiled happily. “That’s great!” Lilac hues shined as he gazed his attention at Aerith. “Hmmm? Actually it was a surprise for me too but……….” Looking around, he had a feeling he was lost. “Can you actually tell me where we are?”

The young woman blinked.  It was a surprise to her too, exactly where they had managed to meet.  Taking a few seconds, she walked backwards to look at the crumbling buildings in the distance, the Ancient’s round head bobbing as she finally got a clue.

“Midgar Edge,” She said confidently.  ”Over there is where the ShinRa building used to be…and that monument in the distance over there,” her finger jolted to a strangely shaped, chained city stone model resembling the Midgar she once knew.  A meteor was permanently shattering the top half of the concrete city above.  The  rounded meteor was just about the only thing she could see from the distance where they stood.

“…that monument is dedicated to the citizens Midgar lost when Meteor fell.”

Seeing Aerith walk backwards to find out where they were, the blade walked with her. After gazing upon the crumbling building’s, Masamune had a slight confusion on his face.

“Midgar edge?” So they were on the edge of midgar? Tilting his head slightly, the blade had a much more confused face on. Seeing her point to the ruined ShinRa building, the blade’s violet hues remained fixed onto the once proud tall building where he and his master lived and worked at. Remembering the memories brought a smile to the blade’s face. But that smile faded away quickly as Masamune adverted his attention over to the rounded meteor model when the female pointed at it. The silver haired blade had never seen it before. Hearing what the monument was dedicated to, he nodded his head. “I see……..”

“I’m not used to it either…” The Cetra said softly.

Though she had never seen much of Midgar when it existed, she was still slightly upset to see her home in ruins.  She hadn’t wanted to explain the entire history of the monument to Masamune…he was too kind.  

He was also probably very fond of his master.  Even Aerith had respected that man.  She still did.

“How is he, these days?  Sephiroth?”

The blade could remember Midgar since he was in his blade form most of the time. Half of the time, he was out on missions with Sephiroth but when they were at ShinRa HQ, he enjoyed himself. He already knew about Meteor hitting this area since he also witnessed it when it happened. Meteor and holy with the aid of the lifestream colliding…….he was amazed at the two ultimate spells.

“Master is quite well. Some days he’s a little grumpy but other days he’s his usual self.”

"That’s good," she said with a nod of her head.  She could imagine Sephiroth being grumpy.  When she was dating Zack, she used to hear his voice over the ravenette’s cellphone.  It was the voice that should belong to a president, or a king.  It was easy to think of him as tired, grumpy, or annoyed.

Aerith wondered if she was imposing too much by talking about the SOLDIER general.

"What do you do these days now that battling is over?"

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”Well….i…did a promise to a very dear friend of mine a long time, that i would protect her…and…since i used to be a skinny wimp..well, im still am but, im much bigger then what i used to be at that moment.but… even though, i guess im not enough strong to fullfill my promise…”

-he sighed as he looked at the floor a bit down.

“Oh that sweet,” she hummed.  

Walking along hand-in-hand with him, she looked over at his downward-tipped head.  ”Did you have a crush on her?”

In all honesty, she loved that simpleness of his heroism.  Cloud had joined ShinRa because he wanted to be something special to someone.  That was truly wonderful.  It was something to be commended since most cadets only joined ShinRa for fame, high wages, or power.

Cloud had a legitimate reason, the flower girl thought.

“I’m sure one day you’ll be everyone’s hero, Cloud.”

”i… used to like her…but…she, only considered me a good friend, a brother, and i got acustomed to it”-he sighed with a ressignation tone in his voice, but then he turned and smiled to her-”yet, i want to be able to show her that i can trully be as strong as those idiots who used to annoy her, i want to show that im not afraid to be her friend”- he chuckled amused at his hope-

”i… dont really want to become a hero…. i… just, want to be someone able to fight my own fights… not…let other fight them”-his voice turned serious as he looked the other way,yet he noticed her hold in his hand and smiled as he turned towards her-

”i would like to be able to protect people who has been nice to me too, like you”-he gave her a sweet smile to her-

"That’s too bad," the flower girl said softly, hand reaching up to tug at the pink ribbon in her hair.  Suddenly, she let go of his hand and spun around on her heel.  "Well, with that determination, I’m sure you’ll be able to show her soon."

She stopped in her step with his smile, her face turning a light pink at his glance.   “Ohh…how kind,” the young woman crooned.

Aerith reached for his hand again with a giggle.

"It’s nice that you’re someone to count on, then."

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"So this is Cloud’s blade," the young woman giggled.  

"No wonder he favors you~"

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Hearing the young female respond back managed to make the elder blade smile more then he already was. Letting his longer bangs go in front of his lilac hues for a minute, he closed them half-way.

Opening his eye’s back up once he heard Aerith’s question, his smile softened. “I’m doing very well. Thank you for asking.” Once he answered her, the blade became curious. “And I shall repeat the question onto you. How are you doing?”

After he had responded, the little brunette relaxed.  Masamune was not as vicious as his master…and for that, the Ancient was grateful. 

“I’m doing wonderfully,” Aerith managed, her voice growing more confident as she attempted to discover the blade’s character through conversation.  ”It was surprising for me to meet you here today.”

Smiling more at the cetra’s response, the blade smiled happily. “That’s great!” Lilac hues shined as he gazed his attention at Aerith. “Hmmm? Actually it was a surprise for me too but……….” Looking around, he had a feeling he was lost. “Can you actually tell me where we are?”

The young woman blinked.  It was a surprise to her too, exactly where they had managed to meet.  Taking a few seconds, she walked backwards to look at the crumbling buildings in the distance, the Ancient’s round head bobbing as she finally got a clue.

“Midgar Edge,” She said confidently.  ”Over there is where the ShinRa building used to be…and that monument in the distance over there,” her finger jolted to a strangely shaped, chained city stone model resembling the Midgar she once knew.  A meteor was permanently shattering the top half of the concrete city above.  The  rounded meteor was just about the only thing she could see from the distance where they stood.

“…that monument is dedicated to the citizens Midgar lost when Meteor fell.”

Seeing Aerith walk backwards to find out where they were, the blade walked with her. After gazing upon the crumbling building’s, Masamune had a slight confusion on his face.

“Midgar edge?” So they were on the edge of midgar? Tilting his head slightly, the blade had a much more confused face on. Seeing her point to the ruined ShinRa building, the blade’s violet hues remained fixed onto the once proud tall building where he and his master lived and worked at. Remembering the memories brought a smile to the blade’s face. But that smile faded away quickly as Masamune adverted his attention over to the rounded meteor model when the female pointed at it. The silver haired blade had never seen it before. Hearing what the monument was dedicated to, he nodded his head. “I see……..”

"I’m not used to it either…" The Cetra said softly.

Though she had never seen much of Midgar when it existed, she was still slightly upset to see her home in ruins.  She hadn’t wanted to explain the entire history of the monument to Masamune…he was too kind.  

He was also probably very fond of his master.  Even Aerith had respected that man.  She still did.

"How is he, these days?  Sephiroth?"

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Quietly, he watched as she moved closer to the flowers. He’d done his best with them, but he was no gardener. Clumsy with the blooms, he’d tried to carefully get at the weeds growing between them while still keeping the plants themselves intact. He hadn’t done a wonderful job but they’d continued to grow none the less and he hoped she didn’t mind too much.


When she knelt down, he stepped forward, clearing the distance between them to stand beside her. “…I’m sure,” he replied, glancing down to watch her tend to the lilies. “I’m glad you came.”

For now, he wouldn’t worry about how real any of this was. It felt right and, if she wasn’t really there, he didn’t want to consider why he felt so sure it was her. Some of that worry his friends expressed might start to look justified if he did and he didn’t want to think of that. He just… wanted to be for a little while — to forget.

“You did a good job,” the young woman said, brushing the damp soil from her hands.  ”Thank you.”

From the corner of her vision, Aerith watched Cloud’s shadow grow closer to her.  That was very good.  She had wanted him closer; she had wanted him to be content if just for a little while.  It had been an aching struggle to stay from his side—even the flower girl didn’t want to be parted from her final love.

Cloud had been clueless of her feelings the entire time she had been around him before, hadn’t he? The ancient also regretted never confessing wholeheartedly.  Though now was not the time to think on that…right now she was there to see the person she had finally caved to seeing.  Cloud was the one person that she could never give up contact with.

Looking up, a pink hue formed over her cheeks as she patted the area next to her.

“Will you sit with me for a little while?”

“Just to talk?”

“They could be better,” he mumbled, eyes darting to the soft coloring on her cheeks. Silently he nodded and settled down to sit next to her on the floor.  Knees bent, he rested his elbows on his legs and let out a soft sigh before glancing in her direction once more.

Did she even have to ask? He never could deny her and something so simple as a conversation seemed a silly thing to question. She knew he wasn’t the best at talking and that made it easier; knowing that she wouldn’t judge him on that alone, despite coming across as awkward or cold occasionally. He just never knew what to say and too many people felt uncomfortable in the silence.

“What do you want to talk about?”


“Oh no, they’re perfect,” the young woman giggled.  The flowers, though some were wilting, were on their return to health again.  That gave the Cetra some hope.  ”They know you did your best, that’s why they keep on living.”

Cloud sat.  It was absolutely perfect that he had gotten close enough for her to hear his breathing.  That was just a little reminder that maybe she had done her job well.  Cloud was alive!  And that was wonderful.  Her content lips upturned as she inspected him in this sitting position. The Ancient still desperately wanted to reach out her fingers to touch him, but was afraid that it might frighten him.  Therefore, she kept her hands rested over her knees just like she had on their first meeting when the second man she had ever cared for fell from the sky.

“Let’s talk about anything.”  She said, “Anything at all.”  

The flower girl didn’t care what their conversation was about.  Aerith just really wanted to have one.

He wasn’t really sure how to respond to her comment on the flowers so he just nodded, looking them over once again. She probably knew best anyway. She’d put so much time and care into them he still felt a swell of guilt that any of them had wilted— that he hadn’t put more into them, that he’d had more to give.

They’d meant a lot… they still did…

“I… don’t know what to talk about,” he admitted, reaching to rub the back of his neck. “What made you… come visit?”

He hoped the question was alright to ask and looked to her for her answer. Part of him needed to know, the other part was just curious. How was Zack, he wondered… He’d seen them together once but hadn’t been able to say anything in response before they’d disappeared once more. Why did he see them? He’d wanted to thank them; for their help, for everything. The words had caught in his throat though and the moment had passed as quickly as it had come. A little time would have been nice but, just like now, he had no idea what he would say or ask, given the chance. Like every other time, his chest tightened and words he’d spent years practicing got lost.  

She laughed then.  Aerith had known he wouldn’t have much to say.  Cloud was Cloud.  Poking her finger to her upper lip, she gave a tiny nod to arrange her thoughts.  The little brunette didn’t want to say things too bluntly, however, that was her natural state.  Sooner or later, the Ancient would probably end up stating every opinion she ever had.  And that would begin by her stating the truth.

"Well…I missed you."  The flower girl admitted.  "That day when you were here with the children, I thought that it would be okay not to come back."  Her mind returned to the day when the lifestream was called to fix the geostigma.  That was the last time she visited.  Then Cloud was the only one to see her.  As she was leaving, the Ancient had looked over her shoulder to see a smiling young man and she thought that he could stay that way forever. 

"But Zack and I still worried," she giggled. 

She then put on her best impression of the ravenette, by pounding her fist into her palm and gesturing at the blonde with a cocked finger.  With a lowered voice she said, “Who knows what that guy’ll get himself into when he gets to thinkin’.  One of us should pop down there and do something…”

It was an impression of the SOLDIER that seemed well-practiced, though odd on the tiny female.  If she had been standing up, she would have cocked her hip, folded her arms and everything.  She hoped to get a second chance to do that.

"So here I am," Aerith said cheerfully. "But I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up too.”

"…though it would be with a pack of band-aids, most likely," she finished with a chuckle.

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Meeting Cloud still felt odd, nonetheless.  No matter how her heart felt warm to him, she knew he was still uncertain of her presence.  How often had he seen her when she knew she wasn’t meant to be there?  How many times did he get lost in thought…unable to continue for days because he was too busy keeping himself pent up inside the church?  For the guilt she had once unknowingly left him, the flower girl felt remorse.  Cloud wasn’t supposed to feel so sad.

Her visit, she hoped, would do more help than hurt.

The ex-SOLDIER had said he was alright…but was that a lie?  It wasn’t unusual for Cloud to put on an attitude such as that in order to keep others un-involved.  ”Are you sure?” She asked.  Walking closer to what was left in her garden of lilies, the brunette knelt down to inspect the care a certain someone was putting into the plants.  Gently the woman tugged a weed upwards from the dirt.

“I’m doing fine,” she said softly, gazing at the tiny mass of floral yellows and whites  under her hands.  

“I just thought that maybe it was time for a visit.”

Quietly, he watched as she moved closer to the flowers. He’d done his best with them, but he was no gardener. Clumsy with the blooms, he’d tried to carefully get at the weeds growing between them while still keeping the plants themselves intact. He hadn’t done a wonderful job but they’d continued to grow none the less and he hoped she didn’t mind too much.

When she knelt down, he stepped forward, clearing the distance between them to stand beside her. “…I’m sure,” he replied, glancing down to watch her tend to the lilies. “I’m glad you came.”

For now, he wouldn’t worry about how real any of this was. It felt right and, if she wasn’t really there, he didn’t want to consider why he felt so sure it was her. Some of that worry his friends expressed might start to look justified if he did and he didn’t want to think of that. He just… wanted to be for a little while — to forget.

“You did a good job,” the young woman said, brushing the damp soil from her hands.  ”Thank you.”

From the corner of her vision, Aerith watched Cloud’s shadow grow closer to her.  That was very good.  She had wanted him closer; she had wanted him to be content if just for a little while.  It had been an aching struggle to stay from his side—even the flower girl didn’t want to be parted from her final love.

Cloud had been clueless of her feelings the entire time she had been around him before, hadn’t he? The ancient also regretted never confessing wholeheartedly.  Though now was not the time to think on that…right now she was there to see the person she had finally caved to seeing.  Cloud was the one person that she could never give up contact with.

Looking up, a pink hue formed over her cheeks as she patted the area next to her.

“Will you sit with me for a little while?”

“Just to talk?”

“They could be better,” he mumbled, eyes darting to the soft coloring on her cheeks. Silently he nodded and settled down to sit next to her on the floor.  Knees bent, he rested his elbows on his legs and let out a soft sigh before glancing in her direction once more.

Did she even have to ask? He never could deny her and something so simple as a conversation seemed a silly thing to question. She knew he wasn’t the best at talking and that made it easier; knowing that she wouldn’t judge him on that alone, despite coming across as awkward or cold occasionally. He just never knew what to say and too many people felt uncomfortable in the silence.

“What do you want to talk about?”


"Oh no, they’re perfect," the young woman giggled.  The flowers, though some were wilting, were on their return to health again.  That gave the Cetra some hope.  "They know you did your best, that’s why they keep on living."

Cloud sat.  It was absolutely perfect that he had gotten close enough for her to hear his breathing.  That was just a little reminder that maybe she had done her job well.  Cloud was alive!  And that was wonderful.  Her content lips upturned as she inspected him in this sitting position. The Ancient still desperately wanted to reach out her fingers to touch him, but was afraid that it might frighten him.  Therefore, she kept her hands rested over her knees just like she had on their first meeting when the second man she had ever cared for fell from the sky.

"Let’s talk about anything."  She said, "Anything at all."  

The flower girl didn’t care what their conversation was about.  Aerith just really wanted to have one.