Aerith: And these, right here, are my babies.
Y/N follows Aerith to the flowers.
Aerith: Hmm... Which ones do you think we should pick?
Y/N: Any of them.
Aerith: Aw, don't be like that. I know you have any eye for this kind of thing.
Y/N: What about this one?
Aerith: That's the one I gave you.
Y/N: Huh. It is?
Aerith: Nice try, mister. You can't fool me.
Y/N and Aerith piles a couple of the flowers into their basket.
Aerith: I think we still need a few more. Which should we pick next?
Y/N: These white ones.
Aerith: Good eye. People used to give these to declare their loyalty to one another. Interesting, right?
Y/N: I guess so.
Y/N and Aerith take a few flowers and they put it in their baskets.
Aerith: She said "as many as you can carry," so maybe a few more?
Y/N: These ones.
Aerith: Whoa, foxtails, huh? I gotta hand it to you, I never would've thought of that. It'll definitely take them by surprise. I think we're good now. Whaddya say? Shall we go?
Y/N: Yeah.
Aerith: No need to hurry. We're not under the gun or anything.
Y/N: I'm not cut out for this crap.
Aerith: Sure you are. And when you're done, you'll be drowning in job offers. So, how do you think they'll arrange these flowers?
Y/N: Dunno.
Aerith: Well, we'll soon find out.
They arrive at the Leaf House with baskets full of flowers.
Y/N: I'll wait out here.
Aerith: Oh, okay. But I might be a while. Why not check out the town?
She walks inside and closes the door. Y/N looks around to see many kids around.
Y/N's (thoughts): There sure are a lot of kids here. Maybe, Marlene, would love to be here.
Y/N decides to go walk around the town as he saw how lively they looked. Then a kid bumps into Y/N.
Oates: Ah!
Y/N: I remember you...
Oates: Where's Aerith?
Y/N: The Leaf House.
Oates runs off and Y/N decides to follow him. Y/N heads back to the Leaf House as he saw Oates and Aerith talking.
Y/N: Is something wrong?
Aerith: You could say that. Sounds like someone spooked the kids.
Oates: Yeah, two of 'em disappeared. They ran away after this creepy guy wearing black clothes showed up.
Y/N: A Turk?
Aerith: That's what I thought, but no.
Oates: It's this guy who's always stumbling around town in a dirty robe full of holes. They say he's sick or something. Oh, and he had some kind of number tattooed on his arm.
Aerith: I don't like the sound of this. I'm gonna check it out.
Y/N: I know someone who fits that description. I'll come with.
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Final Fantasy 7 Harem X Male Reader
FanfictionY/N L/N an ex soldier who wants to work as a mercenary but he suddenly meets two people he hasn't seen in five years and maybe more people. I don't own Final Fantasy VII it all belongs to it respective owners.
