No Wish to be Alone
Chapter 11
Back at the camp, things were
not going so well. The two reached the edge of the clearing to find a fight
about to break out…again.
"I don’t want to hear
anything you have to say!" The boy shouted, restrained by a
worried-looking Tifa. "You tell nothing but lies,
anyway! You actually expect us to believe she stayed with you because she
wanted to? I still say you used some kind of Manipulation spell on her or
something!"
"Believe what you want. I
told the truth, and so did she. Unless you think she’s lying too?" The man
had drawn himself up to his full height. "Didn’t you listen to her when
she talked about the Planet’s intervention?"
Cloud looked uncertain. When
he felt the General’s eyes boring through him, he met them defiantly. They
stared, unblinking, across the fire at each other as the seconds ticked by.
Cloud was the first to drop his gaze as the other smirked. Gnashing his teeth,
he moved around the fire to stand toe-to-toe with his former idol. "Damn
you, you bastard, I wish I understood what she sees in you!"
One snowy brow rose coolly.
"Maybe it’s because I’m not a short, weak, failure," he replied,
looking down his nose.
Half a second later, while the
other man watched in amusement, arms crossed, the majority of the group was
holding back a violently struggling Cloud. "Well, if I’d realized that all
I had to do to win her was kill innocent people, maybe I’d’ve
had a chance with her too, you insane freak!" he growled, watching with
satisfaction as the composed, handsome face broke into a mask of fury.
The General advanced on him,
Masamune suddenly in hand. "Let’s settle this now, boy," he spat,
lunging forward.
"Gladly!" Cloud threw the rest of his friends
off him and rushed to meet his enemy.
"THAT IS ENOUGH!!"
The blades stopped mid-swing.
Eight heads turned around in
surprise to see the object of their fight standing at the edge of the
firelight, spine ramrod straight, glaring at everyone through her tears.
Vincent stood behind her, looking somewhat astonished at the near-carnage.
"Umm, Aeris, we—," Cloud began.
"Stop!" she
interrupted. "I think I’ve heard plenty." She snatched up her wrap
from the ground, whirling away as she drew it on. She began to walk away, then spun to face them again. "I give up. Kill each
other, for all I care! I am done trying, and I’m sick of being put in the
middle EVERY SINGLE TIME. Not another word from ANYONE," she
held her hands up as the whole group tried to speak at once. A soft swell of
concern entered her head. "That goes for you, too!" she cried,
pointing at the ground. Immediately, the music faded. After meeting each
person’s eyes with a hurt expression in her own, lingering on the two men who
loved her most, she stalked off into the darkness.
As she brushed past Vincent,
he reached out his human hand and caught her arm gently. "Where are you
going?"
"I’ll be fine. I thought
I was ready to handle this, but I’m not." She looked up at him, trying to
contain the tears that threatened to fall just then. "Please,
Vincent," she whispered, "I won’t go far."
He hesitated, searching her
eyes, then nodded. Letting go of her arm, he said,
"All right." She turned and ran back toward the stream.
Her lover began to follow her,
but found Vincent blocking his way. "Let me pass," he growled. Red
eyes met Mako green, not even flinching at the younger man’s frosty glare.
"She specifically said
she wished to be alone." To all of them, he said, "I suggest we work
all this out right now. It will give her a bit of time to calm down. Again."
Tifa moved to Cloud’s side.
"C’mon, I think all this fighting really hurt her. She’s been through a
lot in the last few days," she glanced at Sephiroth, whose hands clenched
and unclenched at his sides as he looked out into the darkness, "I think
we owe it to her to work together. That’s what she wanted, right?"
Everyone looked at her in
varying degrees of surprise. Tifa was suggesting that they work with
their nemesis?
"Please, I don’t like it
any more than you do. Frankly, General, I would rather let you and Cloud work
out your differences with your swords, but Aeris is right. We need to stay
together on this. You can’t fight Jenova on your own, and, though I hate to
admit it, we need your strength. And Aeris’s magic.
And if you don’t help us, neither will she." She
put a hand on Cloud’s arm.
Nanaki lashed his tail.
"I would hate to put her in the position of having to choose."
"Yeah," said Yuffie,
"I mean, we came all this way to get her back, and the first thing we do
is fight over her like a—a—, "
"Like a piece of stolen
materia?" Cid supplied, eyeing her warily.
"No! Well, it doesn’t
matter," the girl huffed, "I just mean we can’t keep treating her
like she’s got no say in her destiny. She’s not an object, or a piece of
luggage, or something. Doesn’t Aeris have feelings and ideas, like the rest of
us? Just ‘cause she always watches out for us, and is
always asking us if we’re okay, we act like she doesn’t hurt, too."
Silence met her words. Everyone was shocked that, for once, Yuffie had stated
the painful truth with total clarity.
"Goddamn, girl,"
said Cid, "That’s frickin’ it, isn’t it?"
He crushed a cigarette to death with his bootheel.
"I agree," Cait Sith
added. "She’s been through enough, like Tifa said."
Barrett nodded. "Yeah,
this was s’posed to be a rescue mission." He
looked down at his hand and gun arm. "Damn, some rescue."
"Please, Cloud,
Sephiroth, can’t we just unite this once? We have a common enemy, here, and you
guys can kill each other all you want afterwards. OK?" Tifa pleaded,
looking up at each man as she stood between them.
Vincent looked at the two men.
"Perhaps you two should shake for now. Then BOTH of you go find her, and
apologize. She’s angriest at you."
Sephiroth felt a twinge in his
heart at the thought of having hurt her. Cloud reluctantly stuck out his hand,
and the taller man grasped it, for just a moment. The others breathed a sigh of
relief. He let go of the boy’s hand and scooped up his coat and sword. Without
another word, he pivoted on his heel and strode out of the camp. He had a good
idea of where his lover was. He heard Cloud’s footsteps hurrying to catch up.
"Hey, wait a minute! We’re supposed to go together." His sensitive
hearing caught the muttered, "Big jerk," under his rival’s breath. He
smiled coldly.
"I’m not stopping you
from following me, now, am I?" He quickened his pace a bit, until the
blond dropped behind him a pace or two. He hesitated long enough to let the boy
pull even, then set off again. "No wonder you
never made it through SOLDIER training. You can’t even keep up a decent
pace."
"You know what?"
Cloud stormed, cutting in front of him. His blue eyes glowed fiercely in the
darkness. "I’m really sick of hearing about what a failure I am. You’re
not so perfect yourself." Ignoring the hostility in the green eyes in
front of him, he continued, "You’re the one who burned Nibelhei—,"
He choked as a gloved hand snaked out and wrapped around his throat. It drew
him forward until their noses nearly touched.
"You know what?" the
General sneered, "I hate you. And I look forward to killing you when we’re
done with Jenova. Until then, you will not mention the town you were about to
name. You will not call me freak, insane, jerk, murderer, or whatever other
names you have for me. You will do this, for HER sake, because I would hate to
see her face when I tell her I had to kill you, though I had promised not to.
Remember, the only reason you are still alive is because I love her. I
told her I’d work with her friends—I never said I’d pretend to LIKE any of you.
Understand?"
Cloud, beginning to black out
from lack of oxygen, nodded as best he could. The hand around his throat opened
suddenly, and he fell to the ground gasping. He recovered quickly, sitting up
to see Sephiroth standing over him. The other man offered his hand, the same
one that had nearly cut off his air supply, with a genial smile on his lips and
a threat in his eyes. "This isn’t a trick, is it?" Cloud asked,
eyeing the hand.
He snorted. "Of
course not. Come on, she’s exactly where I thought she’d be. She usually
goes to the same place to be alone." He looked over in the direction he’d
indicated, face softening. "There’s a willow tree beside the stream that
she likes." Cloud accepted the help up, surprised to see any emotion other
than anger or arrogance on his rival’s face. Then, before his eyes, the man’s
expression hardened as he turned to face Cloud. "Are you quite
ready?" Without waiting for an answer, he headed toward the stream, black
coat and silver hair billowing behind him.
Amazed, Cloud shook his head
at the other’s mercurial moods, then followed once
more.