Classical music was playing softly in the background.   The room was decorated elegantly in royal blue and black.   Our table was lit with candle light.   It was a ShinRa owned restaurant.  It was a beautiful place.   Crystal chandeliers, plush carpeting, velvet drapery along with waiters in tuxedos’.   Upon entering the restaurant and looking around you  were struck with the profound realization that ShinRa was in its’ golden years.
 The table was set with sterling silver serving trays, a glass candelabra centered the table.   It had two silver candles in it emitting a romantic glow over the elaborately hand carved mahogany table.   The velvet chairs eased you into their embrace.   If they could speak, I was convinced that they say this.   “You are going to relax, have a wonderful meal and leave feeling a hundred percent better than you have ever felt in your life.”
 Vintage wine was poured into the gorgeous goblets as another waiter served us our dinner.    Tonight my companion and I were having lobster, the previous evening I had duck.
 The evening before had been a far better experience, for tonight I was dining with Rufus.
 The urge to stab him repeatedly with my fork was the only thing that kept a smile on my face.
 War was here.   ShinRa had finally pushed the citizens of Wutai too far.   There was little for the remaining Turks to do.   The majority of them had wanted to fold into military ranks, and not wanting to deal with an angry mob off assholes I let them.   The rest were pushed into espionage by President ShinRa.   I had another fate than the rest of my Turks.   Rufus had required what he called ‘help’ on his hush-hush assignment that pretty much had kept him in banishment from Midgar.   He needed a new bodyguard.   Nothing was said about what had happened to the old one.   At any rate, Rufus had requested me.   So his daddy (who loved to torture me) signed the transfer papers.
 So here I sit.   Very near the spot I sat last night...I had enjoyed myself last night.   I had dined with Sephiroth.
 It had been two months, two months that we had never missed having dinner together, until tonight.   It had only been three months since I had met him.   We had frequently worked together, considering the problems that Wutai was giving the President.   We had even considered getting an apartment together in Junon, for we were stationed in Junon quite often.
 Tonight couldn’t be more wicked to my emotions.   I had to endure Rufus, knowing damn well that if not for him I would be in my flat drinking beer, eating popcorn and throwing darts at various targets.
 War, it had separated us.   Just when we were starting to move.   Last night had been both wonderful and awful for the both of us.   He had gotten his orders.   He was to leave for Wutai early the next morning.
 “Don’t like lobster?”   Rufus’s comment made me snap away from my thoughts of Sephiroth.   “You’re not eating.”
 “Sorry, just thinking.”   Rufus’s mouth opened in surprise.
 “Are you sick?   You haven’t insulted me at all this evening.”   I shook my head ‘no’ and reached for my wine.   “I know, he’s gone off to war.”   I glared at him.
 “I have no idea what you mean.”
 “Sure you do.   You and Sephiroth are a hot topic.   Did you give him something to remember you by?”   It was the fight of my life keeping my hands in plain sight.   My whole being was hell bent on grabbing my knife and skinning him alive.   He knew I was struggling for composure.    “Relax, remember, I am your boss now.”   He smiled and took a casual sip of his wine.   “So, let’s talk.”
 “What about?”
 “Anything.   What about your interests?”   I just looked at him.   “OK.   What is it about Sephiroth that you like?   I always thought you were...um...gay.”
 “I believe the term is homosexual.   Is there something wrong with beliefs such as that?”
 “No, I am just not politically correct.   I don’t have to be.”   I had nothing to say so I proceeded to dine on my lobster.   “Tell me about last night.”
 “No.”
 “Come on, where?”
 “Where what?”   The waiter had walked up to refill our goblets, this caused Rufus to omit certain words I’m sure he was planning on using.
 “In the car?”   I ignored him.   “Elevator?”   Again I ignored him.   The waiter walked away.   “Oh, come on!   Shower?   Coffee table?   Kitchen table?   Living room floor?”   I just ignored him.   “Hmph.   You’re so boring.”
 “Thank you.”   He looked at me with question in his eyes.   “Tell me something Rufus.   Could you fill out Sephiroths’ clothes?   Or is there something about you that makes you bury yourself in all those layers?”   That silenced him.  At least long enough for me to get back to my thoughts.

 “You know, I have seen you out of uniform only once.   Why?”   I smiled at Sephiroth.
 “It’s actually kind of embarrassing.”
 “What?”
 “That black gown is the only thing I own outside of my blue suits.”   He had started laughing.   His rich voice rolling over me like a sensual caress.   “It’s not funny, Seph.   I am completely serious.”   He had raised his glass for a toast.
 “Maybe we should look to changing that.”   I raised my glass and tapped it to his.
 “Maybe.”
 While we waited for the car we hit the awkward silence.   He was going West for the war and I had no idea where I was going.   We knew it’d be a long time before we saw each other again.   “This is very...uncomfortable.”   I nodded in agreement.   Someone had to voice it.
 “Your place or mine?”   He had smiled.
 “Yours, mine is in Headquarters and God only knows who and when they are going to turn the cameras on.”
 A limo would have been much better transportation.   We didn’t have to test it to know, you cannot get out of suit in the backseat of a BMW alone, much less with a 6’1” tall man sitting with you.

 “HELLO?!!   Have you fried your brains on something?”    I locked eyes with Rufus.
 “Quit bugging me, brat.”
 “What are you thinking about?”
 “Ways to torture you to death.”
 “Why are you in a suit?”
 “It’s my uniform, genius.”
 “You’re not on duty.”
 “Turks are always on duty.”
 “Well, I would like to see you out of uniform more often.”
 “No.”

 My flat was a ten minute drive from the restaurant.   We had gone in, poured ourselves a drink and after I removed my jacket and tie we were snuggling on the couch.
 “Seph, do you know where Rufus is?”
 “Is this like ‘where’s Waldo?”
 “No.”   I paused to giggle.   “Where is he at?”
 “I have no idea.   Why?”
 “I just got transferred to him today.”   Sephiroth had stiffened when he heard that.   “Bodyguard.”   The phone had begun to ring.   I groaned.   “I better answer that.”   He nodded and I stood and walked over to the phone.   “Hello?”
 “Agent Leonheart?”
 “Yes, Mr. President?”
 “7 PM tomorrow night, meet Rufus at the Spectra Restaurant.”
 “Understood Sir.”
 “Good-night.”   Dial tone.
 Sephiroth had come up behind me.   Soft lips touched my ear.   “Is everything all right?”   Lips touched my neck.   Velvet hands trailed down my back to settle on my waist.
 “Sephiroth...”   It came out as a hoarse whisper.
 “Yes?”   He slowly turned me to face him.   He looked magnificent this evening.   His glorious hair falling softly into his face partially covering his eyes.   He brushed it away causing it to flow delightfully about his broad shoulders.  His hair was quite a lovely contrast from his eyes.   Soft silver flowing hair, then those eyes.   Those bright, stormy green eyes.   They captured your attention, they drew you in.   As a moth to a flame.   You couldn’t look away, you couldn’t tear your eyes from this lovely, yet dangerous man.
  The silky hair, the jeweled eyes, his porcelain skin.   I could not find the words, all I could do is stare at this picture of perfection.   A soft smile touched his lips.   Fingertips traced my jawline so slowly, carefully...erotically.   They slipped under my chin to gently raise it.   The softest of kisses brushed across my lips.   I couldn’t help it.   I had to return this display of affection.   I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling myself to him, accepting, wanting, leaning into his kiss.  His hands gently settled into cupping my face.   I arched into him and with this physical realization of need he deepened the kiss.   Very swiftly he had taken control of the situation, I was unaware that he had moved us into another room.   Yet when my legs came up against something unyielding I knew he had whisked us off into my bedroom.   A slight draft over my shoulders made me open my eyes.   I felt my white shirt slide down my arms so settle effortlessly at my feet.   Our lips separated and for a frozen moment we gazed into each others’ eyes.   I tentatively reached up and stroked his illustrious hair.   I ran it through my fingers reveling in its’ beauty.   After the remainder of my garments joined my shirt, his satin like fingers came up to delicately trace my collar.   Not really wanting to surrender his hair, I did.   I allowed my hands to brush the surface of his chest noting the distinctly different feel of the leather as opposed to his soft skin.   Upon brief examination I realized that his coat would be very easy to remove.   I hesitantly fingered the clasp holding his coat, gazing at him with a questioning pause.   A gentle smile danced across his lips until he returned them to mine.   I worked on his coat as his hands stroked my body in a feathery manner.   His hands felt like a brush of silk across my back, arms, and then they slid between us to claim my breasts.   They lingered there, stroking, kneading until I pushed his coat over his shoulders.   He let it glide effortlessly off him to lie next to my clothes as if they themselves were lovers.   His hands rested on my shoulders as his mouth trailed down my body, lingering slightly longer in more responsive areas.   Hands settles on my back as his luscious mouth claimed one of my breasts.   Liquid fire coursed through my veins as my hands came to hold him there.   A sigh of disappointment escaped my lips as his left their former place, only to be replaced by a hand of soft steel.   The fire in my veins kept intensifying .   I felt as if I was going to incinerate right there in Sephiroths’ arms.   I wasn’t sure if I was pulling his hair out but I was trying to let him know that I was on fire.   He must have known, for very quickly he had us on my bed.   He was kneeling between my legs looking at me.   His hands began up my legs and body.   His lips followed.   I could not endure this exquisite torture anymore.   “Seph?...”   His eyes slowly made their way toward mine.   His lips were poised on a smile.   A trace of his tongue came out to lick them.   He stretched his lean and muscular body over mine just high enough that I could barely feel him.   A tongue slowly traced my ear.   His chest lowered enough to brush across my overly sensitive breasts.   My mind could barely work.   The tongue was behind my ear.   His chest lowered a fraction more to roughly move over me.   My body arched into his.   Rather unexpectedly, it was as if a great tidal wave of warmth and fullness came to settle inside of me.   It was exhilarating and amatory.   It was a spectrum of millions of colors that danced throughout all of my nerves.  It took all I had not to cry out his name.   He patiently waited for me to relax, for my breathing to settle.   For me to open my eyes.   When my gaze locked with his, it began.   It was a gentle rocking motion that very hurriedly was swept into a vast locomotion that had pulled all life into our senses.   A great tension built within me, a need to pull Sephiroth closer to me, a need to cover his body with kisses and gentle bites.   A need to wrap my legs around him and hold onto him for dear life.   An inferno raged within us, it was as if a great dam was there.   When his stormy eyes locked with mine the dam that separated us crashed and we became one.   With his distinct cry to the heavens above, a rush of molten fluid washed throughout my entire body pushing me to call his name as my body was racked with spasms.
 He had come to let his weight softly settle on me.   For many marvelous moments we clung together in the moonlight that casted a glow over all of Midgar.

 “AGENT LEONHEART?!”   I groaned.   Can’t he shut the fuck up?   I opened my eyes to see a smiling Rufus.   “You’re blushing.”
 “It’s hot in here.”   After that comment he was grinning like a wolf.
 “I’ll bet.   I mean, after all I’m in sooo many layers.   Yet, I’m not hot.”
 “If you had any decency you’d let me find a way to enjoy this dinner.”
 “Hmmm.   Why not let me help you enjoy it?”
 “I doubt you would know how.   After all, you are called limpy behind closed doors...”
 We sat in silence as my thoughts basically shut down as my mind played something of a silent slide show of Sephiroth.
 “Agent Leonheart...hello?   We are leaving.”   I opened my eyes to see Rufus standing near me with my black overcoat.   He’s holding my coat for me?   Is he crazy?   Then it had struck me.   I smiled, he wanted to make a hasty retreat because people were noticing that I was ignoring him.   I stood up and let him help me into my coat.
 “Rufus?”
 “What?”
 “Where are we going?”   The wolfish smile returned.
 “Where-ever you want.”   I frowned.
 “No.   Where have you been all these years?”
 “You’ll see.   Now where ARE we going?”
 “How about the bar in Sector 8?”
 “Slums?!   No way.   On the plate please.”
 “Ummm...Ricki’s”
 “Suppose.”   Ricki’s was a train ride away.   That was fine.   Considering it was fairly early and Rufus hadn’t consumed near enough wine.   My big plan was to out drink him so I could dump him off at home and have some time to my memories of the previous evening.   My mind went blank.

 I woke up.   Hmmm.   Still in my underground cell.   Sephiroth wasn’t in his crystal.   After some slight searching I found him.   He was sitting in the opposite corner of my cell watching me.   Hands folded in his lap, legs stretched out.
 “Nice dream?”
 “My mind went blank.”
 “Oh?”
 “It wasn’t a dream, but a memory.”
 “Hmmm...what of?”
 “The evening we shared before you went to Wutai.   It was split, because I was also remembering the evening after you left.”
 “Oh.   Dinner with Rufus.”
 “Yeah.”
 “Had fun that night, didn’t you?”
 “No.   At least what I recall of it I was upset most of the evening.”
 “Not likely.   Well Anne...I need to know what your plans are.”
 “My plans?”
 “Yes.   Are you intent on obeying Rufus’s orders to bring us in?   Or are you going to see the light and help us?”
 “In what manner do you require my help?”
 “Kill them all.   Cloud...Tifa...Hojo...Rufus...”
 “Like you killed Tseng?”
 “Yes.”
 “Why did you kill Tseng?”
 “He was hindering me.   He started the fight.   Truth be known, I rather liked Tseng.   He just wouldn’t lay off about Aeris...for some strange reason he knew she had to die.”
 “Why Aeris?   She was a wonderful person.”
 “A wonderful person that had power over ‘Holy.’   Couldn’t have her running around.   Don’t look so upset.   Believe it or not I really didn’t want to hurt her.   You do remember me helping you hide her from Hojo, right?   Geez.   If only she would have stayed in Bone Village.   But no...she had to try and stop me alone.”
 “So you killed Professor Gasts’ only child?”   His eyes narrowed.
 “Don’t even try...”
 “Try to what?   Huh Seph?   Try to reason with you?   Do you have the Black Materia?”
 “No.”
 “Good.   Think about it Seph.   Summoning ‘Meteor’ will kill us all.   Why do you believe you’ll be spared?”
 “I’m an Ancient.”
 “You’re a lunatic.   Jenova isn’t your mother.   I met your real mother Seph.”   His face began to soften...keep going, you are reaching him...   “Both of your parents are still alive.   Your mother, your real mother, longs to see you.   You were taken from her.”   Sephiroth shot to his feet.
 “No!   You lie!”
 “I have never lied to you Seph.”
 “Haven’t you?”
 “No.”
 “Then tell me; why do you hate Rufus so much?”
 “I don’t know.   I guess I just hate him.   I have always felt that way.”
 “Really?   How about your mission to help him?   Remember?   While I was fighting a war you were with him!   Remember the night after I left?   Here...”   He threw a thick manila envelope at me.   “This will refresh your memory.”   I didn’t open it.   Manila envelopes only held one thing...pictures.
 “Then why did you marry me?”
 “You concede?   You remember Rufus now?”
 “No.   I’m drawing a conclusion...why Seph?”
 “You were the only way I could hurt that son-of-a-bitch the way he hurt me.”
 “You married me to get even with Rufus?   How come you never questioned me about this?”
 “Why?   You would have denied it...All of it.”
 “Seph, I don’t remember ANY of it!”
 “Hmph.   Sure.   The door is open if you want to help us.   Somewhere inside me I do love you.   That doesn’t mean I won’t kill you if you try to get in our way.”
 “Scarlett was right...”
 “About what?”
 “I should’ve sacked Rufus.   At least he’s not insane.   By the way...why kill President ShinRa?   Rufus is much harder to deal with.”
 “I thought President ShinRa had you executed for my death.   Enjoy the photo’s.   God knows I did.”   With that said he left.   It made me realize that he was totally gone.   The marbles upstairs weren’t chipped, they were shattered.
 I thought about looking at the pictures.   Did I really want to know?   Did I really sleep with Rufus?   If I did it would explain my attitude towards him.   Sephiroth had made it sound like there was more to it than that.   Like what?   Did I help Rufus on some project that pissed off the no pro-Cetran Sephiroth?   Was I in on Neo-Midgar?   Was I Rufus’s gateway to the Promise Land?
  What the hell is going on?

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