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(( It's Aerith.. This girls gonna be my Phoenix. She's Unisha's sister. ))

(( Muahaha.. Well there less important, there made ups so I don't care much. ))

((Lol i see where your coming from lol
omg i stumbled onto an old anime on you tube 'welcome to the nhk' the main person is much like zelkova hehe if your going to look for it look up " nhk ep (put episode # here) dub " otherwise it's in japanese and you read subtitles))

Against the wind, the SOLDER stepped into Migar's outer ring. The smell of the early morning filling his nose and causing his senses to tingle. Each step of his boots let out a low thudding noise, which in the quiet of the sleeping city caused an echo to play off down the street. His long silver hair flowed behind him, and with each gust of wind his hair would billow out behind him before returning to rest on his perfect broad shoulders. Those Mako infused eyes quietly scanned the area before him, each step carrying him closer to his destination.

Soon he stood in the middle of the city, eying the cars parked on each end of the long streets. A human chill ran up his spine momentarily as memories flowed back to him, memories that weren't his but were gifted to him by the remnants that had been his gift to the world. He could remember summoning Bahamut on the city, almost as if it had been himself whom had doomed many innocents to their untimely demise. But that had been when he was still a puppet to Jenova. He reminded himself that those dark days were behind him now, and that he would be the one to forge his own future.

Once again he began to walk, toward the opposite outer edge of Midgar through the slums. Eyes gazed to the different smaller houses that outlined this area. In what would become a blur to the man whom was lost within his own thought process, he reached his target. A gloved hand pressed against the giant wooden door, and for a moment he paused allowing his hand to run across the wood. He took in the feel and texture of the wood, sense memories returning to him once more. The events that occurred behind this door filled his mind again they were so vivid that he himself felt as if it were him whom did the original act.

In his memory, a fist glanced his face followed by many more fluid attacks. Then in a flash, the scene changed to him pressuring a woman against a wall his fist pressed into her belly. He activated the mega-ton fist equipped to his arm, and lunged her through a giant pillar and onto the flower bed. It was in this moment of the memory that he awakened again, and pushed the door wide. A few steps, and he had made his way inside. Sephiroth used his boot to close the door behind him, he spun in place to face the flowers. "Aerith?" Came his chilled voice, as he stepped closer. "I need to speak to you Aerith, are you here?"

His gloves lay on the floor beside his stooped figure, a gentle expression playing across his face. As the door opened behind him his senses dropped a warning upon his shoulders and he momentarily paused, his head lifting but not turning to the newcomer. Instead, it lowered again to the task at hand. He pat the dirt under the flowers gently with his bare hands before his lips parted a bit to allow him to exhale air across the top of the flower. He spoke again, still not looking to the girl. "Aerith Gainsborough. You don't seem too happy to see me. Did I come at a bad time?" He taunted her, but his voice gave no hint to that fact.

"I'm here to see the flowers."

He spoke, his head tilting off to the side as it turned to view her.

"As to what I'm planning."

He paused to stand, it was within this moment that he remembered how he towered over the girl, his head tilted down to look at her.

"I plan to undo the damage that I have done to the world. The damage that I did when my mind was poisoned by that beast Jenova. I may have been built of her cells, but that does not mean that I have to carry on her legacy."

A hand lifted to rest on top of Aerith's head.

"I came to the church to apologize. For what I did to you. It wasn't like me to go on such a rampage, and I'm sorry that in my mindless rage I made you a casualty."

He roughed her hair a bit before moving to gather his gloves.

"Once people grow accustomed to one thing, it is hard to make them see the world as anything other than what they believe it is. Sometimes you have to show them the other side of the spectrum."

He placed his gloves back on those slender fingers, and gazed back to her.

"You're correct, I knew Zack in my better days. Shall we go see him together?"

He nodded gently, brushing off the fact that Zack may not be thrilled to see him. What would Zack prove if he were to attack him? Nothing. But it was in Zack's nature to believe that proving nothing was of some importance. It was one of his many flaws, but Sephiroth had become accustomed to it.

"Let's go then, Aerith."

He made his way to the door, pushing it open and holding it there for her.