Authors Note: I was requested a while ago to write an Aeris/Sephiroth fanfic. While I cringed at the time, the challenge of doing what I believed had no basis in the game or in the imagination wouldnt let me go. So I set to work trying to figure out how in the world I would get those two romantically entangled. This is the only way I could come up with.
If you like this story, I hope youll read my others:
FF4) Rydia: Daughter of Mist; FF6) Terra, Ace of Diamonds, Adventures of Youth, Shadows of the Past, Heart of the Veldt; FF7) Helping Hands, A Rose by Any Other Name; FF8) Bookworms and Booya!
Amy turned the page of her novel and adjusted her feet on the flower-print couch as she took another sip of her coffee.
Amy curled a lock of wavy, light brunette hair around a finger, absently nibbling on her lower lip as she read. She was comfortably dressed in gray sweats and a pale pink T-shirt that said N.Y.U on the front left quadrant. She wore white crewsocks with pink toes and heels and had her house-slippers beside her on the floor. Amy was the picture of repose. Her roommate on the other hand tapped her fingernails on the bar counter of the kitchenette in their small apartment. She changed her hazel eyes back to the newspaper, picked it up to get a closer look, and slapped it down before turning and facing the occupant of the couch.
Amy, its a movie!
Amys green eyes lifted briefly from the novel, it was quite thick, and met the hazel ones of her roommate. I told you I wasnt going to go to another one of those whatever you want to call them again.
The roommate frowned. Im sorry about the last one. I didnt know. I swear.
Amy lowered her eyes back to the book and took another sip of coffee. I accept that, I guess, but Im not going to another one. Im not meant to be
Dont be silly, the roommate scoffed. Of course you are! And this could be it. Really.
Thats what you said last time, Renee.
Renee rolled her eyes and lifted her hands into the air. This is the last time. I promise, she finally said.
Amy lifted her eyes, gauged her roommates serious and pleading expression, and then lowered her eyes back to her book. Let me finish my coffee.
Yes! And Renee disappeared into one of the small bedrooms to change.
Amy sighed and turned the page.
When the girls saw the long line of people, they knew their chance was slim to none. Renee, however, refused to be daunted and pressed onward, going so far as to even bully her way through and into the office. Amy had given up protesting a long time ago. Instead, she allowed herself to be dragged along, apologizing to those pushed aside.
Finally, Renee had the location she wanted and they settled to wait.
This is so exciting, Renee said, smiling.
Amy sighed as she looked around the office. Excitement had worn off weeks ago. Now she only wanted to go home. Her real home in Illinois. New York City didnt fascinate her anymore Amy arched an eyebrow when she thought she heard raised voices come from the inner office. Renee tugged on her arm and Amy absently stepped forward. The mumbles and voices were heard again, but she couldnt make them out. It was definitely an argument, but Another tug, another step. Amy gave a startled jolt and a blink when the door of the inner office slammed open and a tall, athletic figure of a man with long white hair and a startling profile strode from beyond. He halted at the threshold of the office and turned, a hand lifting to point an accusing and threatening finger at the man within.
If you truly want me in this production, then you will rethink your decision regarding her, the man with the white hair said in a crisp English accent. I refuse to work with the trollop.
Harrison, the other man said, arms outstretched, shes the only one that can handle the role.
Bah! Harrison gestured behind him without looking. I wager I could find at least five young women more apt to the role than Fiona.
I still say an inexperienced actor cant handle it.
And a woman with the morals of a Madam cant be expected to portray innocence, Harrison countered harshly.
The man pressed his lips together in a thin line as a blood vessel suddenly appeared on his forehead. Harrison
If I dont have the final say on the cast, Max, Harrison threatened in a low tone, then I walk. This is your last warning. He turned sharply and headed toward the exit of the main office, navigating his way through the dozens of occupants.
Amy watched his escape with wide eyes. Its Garret Harrison, she whispered to Renee.
Sir Garret Harrison. From the Royal Shakespeare Company. Amy sent Renee an annoyed glare. Dont you know anyone outside of People or The Enquirer?
Amy placed her hands on her hips. Oh for petes sake.
Renees eyes went up over Amys head, and her mouth dropped slightly open. Amy arched an eyebrow and then cast a careful glance over her shoulder. Sir Garret Harrison was standing directly behind her.
Amy flushed and turned full around. Oh. Im sorry, she told him. Am I in your way?
Mr. Harrison didnt respond. The scowl didnt vanish from his face, either. He only motioned to her folder and asked, May I?
Amy looked down at her hands that held her portfolio, measly though it was, and handed it to him. Of course, she said calmly.
Mr. Harrison opened the folder and briefly glanced through it, occasionally raising his eyes to scrutinize her face and seemingly how she carried herself. Then he slapped the folder closed, stalked to the man still standing in the doorway of the inner office, and smacked the folder against his chest.
What? Harrison, you cant
Dont push me, Max, Mr. Harrison said in a dangerous voice. Its her or I wash my hands of this picture.
Then he strode from the room. All eyes focused on Max as he scowled after Mr. Harrison. Finally, Max moved those hard silver eyes to Amy. Congratulations, young lady. Youre now Aeris Gainsborough.
Renee squealed. Amy just blinked.