A Strange Play Date

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Two days, I have two days to plan. Why is it I always wait till the last second to do things? It’s like I’m addicted to stress or something. I suppose it was luck or fate that brought Yuffie over today.

“Cloud said you wouldn’t mind if we stopped in for a play date,” She said.

“I told him I wouldn’t mind planning a play date,” I corrected her, “But thanks for stopping by. It’s nice to have someone to talk to.”

“Where’s Sephiroth,” She asked.

“Who knows where? He hasn’t been acting like himself lately,” I take a sip of my tea, looking out into the backyard where the boys are playing. My head starts to bug me a bit, so I rub my right temple to relive a little of the pressure.

“You okay,” Yuffie asks.

“I’ll be fine,” I answer, “It comes and goes lately. That and the dreams.”

“What kind of dreams?”

“Just this girl,” I say, “I’m starting to think I’m haunted.”

Yuffie laughs. We sit there for a moment in silence, until I hear the front door slam.

“What now,” I wonder aloud. Aranel comes rushing into the kitchen.

“Is he here,” she asked.

“Who? Sephy,” I ask.

“Who else would I be looking for?!”

I stare at her for a moment. “He’s not here,” I say, “What’s he done now.”

“Well… Nothing,” She says, “That’s just it. Last night Izzy and I spotted him just outside Kalm. So we thought we’d play a prank on him right? But just as we were about to carry out our ambush he spots us and tells us he doesn’t have time for our games.”

Sephiroth? Not have time for Aranel and Isdela? There’s very little that throws him off from that fight.

“That must mean his up to something big,” Yuffie says getting up from her seat.

“Not really,” Aranel informs her. “Doesn’t matter what plans he has, he always makes time for a good battle with us. Especially in situations like last night. Has he been acting out of it around here lately?”

“Yeah,” I answer, “A little…”

“Like how,” Aranel asked.

“Like his been asking me how I’m feeling, if I’m okay and such.”

“Okay last time he did that you…” She stops herself from finishing he sentence and stares at me for a moment, and then she rushes out of the kitchen.

“What was all that about,” Yuffie asks.

“I don’t know. She gets like that sometimes,” I say, “She’s kind of ADD.”

But it was stuck in my head now. Just what was my sister trying to say? And just what is up with Sephy? Damn, all these questions are just making my head feel worse. No time to worry about it anyhow, I’ve got a birthday party to plan.