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Who: Aerith and open
When: Afternoon
Where: Between the boundaries of Midgar and Edge
What: Selling her flowers.
Rating: TBA



It was the afternoon hours of the day, Aerith was selling her flowers between the welcome sign to Edge and exit sign from Midgar. The flower girl remembered from one of her "dreams" that Midgar was completely destroyed during the events of Meteor, so a new city was build away from the old city. Luckily she came at a time that the people from Edge were slowly returning to Midgar to rebuild because it seemed as the city was getting too crowded for so many people. Aerith thought that selling her flowers between the borderlines of the two cities was a good idea. She knew it might be dangerous, but she could take care of herself if anyone caused her trouble.

So far, she had sold a few flowers and two flower bouquets, so she was doing a good so far. Aerith didn't know where the idea of selling the flowers from the church came from, but she was having fun selling them. Plus, it was a nice way to make money. If only she could piece together the reason for doing any of it. Why did it all feel so familiar?

"I shouldn't get too caught up in this...I'm sure I'll know sooner or later," she told herself with a smile. Aerith knew she had to be strong for not only herself, but for Xion too. She wasn't going to let her roommate down.

"I just need to keep on selling~" she told herself again as she went back to work on selling those flowers.

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[black-masamune.livejournal.com]

"My dear, it's really none of your business now is it?" he just chuckled softly and folded his arms over the broad chest. Things were working out well. While he was curious as to why she seemed to hesitate when he mentioned Tifa's name, he ultimately tossed the thought away. It didn't matter since the flower girl now knew exactly whom it was in his clutches.

"However, that's not important for the time being." he said, taking another step closer to her. His catlike eyes flashed as he gave her a dark look. "Tell me something. Are you memories conflicting? I could have sworn I ran you through at the Forgotten Capital."

He tried not to look too desperate for the answers. His memories were unreliable thanks to being adrift in the Lifestream for so long. For someone who normally was sure of what he spoke of, having an unsure element in the mix was all the more maddening.

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Aerith shook her head at his words because it was defintely her business. "Of course it's my business, Sephiroth. Tifa is my friend and someone really special to Cloud," spoke up Aerith with fierce determination. "I'm not going to let you hurt Cloud by using her like that...nor will I let you hurt another boy!" added the flower girl while she thought about Denzel.

She took a step back when the silver hair man got closer to her, but she noticed that he might be pushing her to a wall. Aerith began to form a plan, so he couldn't surround her so easily.

A surprise expression appeared on her face when she heard Sephiroth's questions about her memories. How did he know about that? Ever since she came to Midgar, she's been remembering certain things that she hasn't ever experience before, but they felt right. She remained silent before she asked him, "Why are you asking such a silly question? Don't tell me that you're the one having memory issues, hm?" She began to wonder about his own memories because it was odd that he knew so much about her. Has he been spying her? Or...maybe he's going through the samething as she. It was best to keep her mouth close for a bit and figure out the situation first.

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He just smirked, an eerie expression that usually meant something very, very bad was about to happen. Usually the victim was someone in close proximity to him.

"So you do have them then. How delightful," he chuckled darkly. While it didn't answer his question, it certainly shed some light on the situation. Neither of them could remember the other concretely. At least it wasn't just him.

"Rest assured I will give Miss Lockhart back some day. Maybe soon, maybe far off in the distance." he said before stepping back. "Though I will be a bit sad to let her go. Her screams are like the finest of a nightingale's songs."

He began to meld back into the crowd, eager to leave her to her thoughts.