Author Note: Alright. This is the new version of She Knew. Chapter one isn't that much different form the original, but I did make some noticeable changes to it. I hope they are good changes. This time, I'm not putting in quotes! Last time I did, it messed me up.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Final Fantasy VII belongs to Square Enix. I own only a copy of Advent Children and my fat, black cat Wolverine.

She Knew

She knew. She knew it was over before it started. She knew she'd take the blow meet for Aerith. She knew she'd pushed the flower girl away from the blade so intent on taking her life. She knew that it would be her end.

What she didn't knew, or even expect was his shock. She didn't expect him to slowly, carefully remove the Masamune from her body. She didn't expect him to shed a tear or even remember them.

What she expected was cold indifference. What she got was shocked disbelief.

The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth and she accepted her fate. As the thick warmth of blood slid down her chest and back onto him and pooled around them like shimmering rubies, she knew.

She knew before Niblehime was burnt to the ground. She knew before the once human General went insane and turned her village, her home into nothing but ash on the wind.

She knew even as she shuddered one of her last breaths. She knew, and even then, she smiled in the face of death.

Tifa knew she was going to die. She knew no cure could save her. She knew the moment she meet him, her death would be at his hands and how she wished she was wrong.

Those same hands held her when she was scared, caressed only as a lover should, those hands that swore never to harm her, those hands that swore to keep her safe. But now, those hands held her in fear, not love.

Tifa knew that the Great General Sephiroth would be her end. He was a fire meant to destroy, a fire that could not be tamed. And oh how he burned her.

Before life faded from her red wine eyes, she knew.

Cloud's soft gasp, Sephiroth's pleads, and Aerith's cries faded, she knew.

She knew and she was glade that, the last thing she saw wasn't his anguish ridden mako filled green eyes, but green eyes wide, and full of child like wounder. She didn't feel the long, smooth, length of hair the color of the blade that slayed her, but hair just as silver but shorter, softer. She didn't see Sephiroth's sharp, angel like features creased in self regret and sorrow. She saw a baby like face, a face that was sweet and full of child like love and had a missing tooth smile.

As Tifa died, she knew. She knew her son would never be like his father. The very same man who took her life. As she passed, the cries and pleads became the soft laugh of her five year old. As she passed her name became mommy. Her last thoughts were not on what she knew or didn't know, they were on her poor son. The son that would have to grow up with out mommy.

"Riku..." The name rolled off her blood covered lips in a mere whisper. A whisper that Sephiroth never heard.