The Crypt

by CuteChibiChocoCloud

This fic is based on a dream I had, so all the characters in the dream (apart from Seph, cause he was already in it) are being altered to fit into the FF7/AC genre. There is a lot of random crap in this, mainly cause I have some weird-ass dreams. Just don't take the weird stuff seriously and you'll be okay. Up to chapter 7 is comletely based on my dream (obviously I'll add detail or speech that wasn't in it, so this is in fact a story rather than random rambling) and 8 onwards is all completely original.

This fic revolves around the SHM and an OC, so if you don't like the SHM (silver haired men – incl Seph) or you absolutely loathe original characters, I highly suggest you don't read this.

UPDATE: One change is the OC's name is being changed, sorry to those who've read this previously and now will be having a wtf moment. That's all though, so don' t worry!

Disclaimer: I own Sephiroth, Cloud and a Cloud Clone: in the form of action figures. The real Sephiroth and co. are being held hostage in the evil claws of Square-Enix. Let us band together and save them!…but I get first dibs on Seph, then we'll figure out a rota for taking turns. (Who can honestly look at this and think I own FF? – thought not)

Chapter 1

Most of her finals done and dusted, there was little left to do before the summer broke out. Her last exam was tomorrow, and she had just finished one on maths. It was a nightmare to say the least. She just prayed that she did enough to be able to get into a good college after the holiday. There was another year that she could take, but so many years of high school were bad enough. The sooner she left, the better. Her parents hadn't been keen on the idea at first, but they knew that she couldn't be stopped once she set her mind on something.

Currently she was standing at her locker, digging out a few more of her personal belongings to take home with her. A small collection of photo's of her and her old friends at the beach were gathered and slipped into a small polypocket within a folder. Last year she had attended a high school in a town a few hours away from where she lived now. Never able to get over the loss of so many friendships, she pinned up the photos as a memento to the goods times they'd all shared. Living so far away meant they couldn't see each other, and therefore they all eventually lost contact with her. Although she quite liked her new school she didn't bother making many friends. She left her sense of companionship back home.

Sighing she began digging through the items within her locker. Lots of it seemed to be old school work and textbooks that she'd forgotten to hand back in. Sifting through various pieces of paperwork, she managed to find a book of her own that she'd forgotten all about.

"Well hello there."

Jumping out of her skin she accidentally lost grip of the novel, dropping with a small thud to the floor. Banging her elbow on the locker door she groaned and rubbed it with her opposite hand. About to go into a small tirade of insults, she stopped as soon as she caught sight of the culprit of her fright.

He was about average height for a guy of seventeen. Glossy, silver hair shone in the rays of light that managed to filter through small high-up windows, reaching to just above his shoulders. Striking green eyes stared intently at her, making her feel bare to the world. Nose and cheeks ever so slightly chubby from near gone baby fat, which only proved to make him look even more adorable. Small lips, however with a plump lower and curved upper lip, were in his usual sly smile. Lithe and muscular physique still visible underneath his plain clothing. Even with his dark denim jeans and white t-shirt he still somehow managed to look worth a million gil. Frankly she wondered how he did it.

Yes, she found him quite the piece of eye candy. Anyone who wasn't blind found the guy attractive, including the guys, most of which were jealous of him! He wasn't the only one though. There were two more; his brothers Loz and Yazoo. The former being a big hit with anything sports related, coveted by all the jocks and the school coach who ran all the events. The man never seemed to get tired, and won countless amounts of medals and trophies in the name of the school. Yazoo was at the opposite end of the spectrum. Although he was good in some sports - especially endurance events - he was more of the intellectual type. Excelling in any class he entered, he was always top scorer on any test. Also his handsome looks and aloof demeanour sent all the girls swooning. Apart from both being older than their brother, all three of them shared the same consequences for their renowned good looks - girls - lots and lots of girls.

She was in a couple of his classes, but had never really talked to him or even paid attention to him before. So why the heck was he leaning against the adjacent locker speaking directly to her? There couldn't be any decent reasoning for scaring her half to death, right?

"Kadaj, you frightened me!"

Chuckling he removed himself from the locker, "So I see. Here, let me get that for you."

Kneeling down with more grace than should be naturally possible for a man, he reached out for the book. The pages that had landed sprawled out fell back into place as he closed it over again. First looking at the title then the back, he smirked as he glanced up at her.

"I didn't know you were the romantic type Anya."

Turning three shades of red she snatched back her hardback and fumbled it into her shoulder bag. Apart from him blatantly mocking her about her choice of reading, he actually knew her name. The latter was completely unexpected.

"What do you want then? I'm sure that you didn't come here to criticise my book preference."

Not wanting to look at him, fearing she'd only blush again, she pretended to be concentrating on searching through her locker. Usually she wasn't bothered about any of the boys she'd happened across, but there was something about Kadaj that made her weak at the knees. His mere presence could turn her into goop.

"Hey, no need to get touchy!" he chortled, raising his hands in a defensive pose whilst shaking his head, "I just wondered if you were ready for the prom?"

Ah, there was one thing that she'd wanted to keep forgetting about. The last time she went to a dance, she ended up sitting out of every dance, turned down anyone who tried to get her on the floor. All in all it was a very uneventful night. After that, she decided it was a waste of her money to have to go buy a dress, shoes and whatever else just to go and get bored out of her skull. And so, she refused to attend another one. Why should this one be any different?

"I'm not going." she stated, hoping that he'd take her hint and leave her be. Of course, the teen just had to press the matter.

"But it's the end of term dance, and I know you're leaving after this year, so you have to go."

How he knew that she was leaving was beyond her, but that wasn't important at the moment. The fact that he was clearly trying to coax her into going got on her nerves.

"I don't have to do anything. When did you become 'Mr. High and Mighty'?"

"Yesterday." she rolled her blue eyes at his attempt of a joke, "Seriously, you need to show. It wouldn't be the same without you."

"Trust me, it'll be just as lame with me as it would without."

Finding some music sheets for the instrument she played, she straightened them up before sliding them into her bag. Peeking briefly at the not so pleased Kadaj she shyly went back to her rummaging. Any distraction was desirable right now; as long as she didn't have to look at him she'd be fine. Damn her and her pale skin which flushed far too easily!

"Me and my brothers are having a few people over at our place. We're gonna prepare for prom night, so I want you to come along."

Huffing, she was now fed up with scouring through her stored possessions. Lifting her bag from the bottom of the locker she slammed the metal door shut. Placing a hand on her hip she exhaled noisily, her gaze fixated on the tiled floor.

"You won't take no for an answer, will you?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"Nope!" she could hear the grin in his voice, "So, what are you doing tomorrow?"

Shrugging her shoulders, she acted as if she was perfectly calm about the whole situation, "I have my last exam between one and half three and I have to empty this out." She motioned to her locker.

"Brilliant! I'll meet you in the car park after your done then. My brothers have rides for everyone else, so it'll be just you and me." As he passed, he patted her shoulder. A tiny shudder went down her spine. His touch was rather gentle - and damn he smelt nice! Whether it was a cologne or his natural scent, she felt as if she was about to drool. It was simply mouth watering!

As an afterthought he added, "You do know what my car looks like, right?"

Turning around and braving looking at him directly she shook her head. At least now he and his alluring smell were now distanced from herself. She hadn't ever met his brothers in person, so she didn't want to imagine how terribly appealing they must be too. When the hell did people start becoming so damned near perfect?

"Never mind. I'll wave for you." With a wave of his own he disappeared down the abandoned corridor. "See ya tomorrow then!"

Only watching as he vanished around a corner, Anya took a moment to start breathing again. Playing with a strand of her blonde hair, she pondered her encounter with the silver haired teen. It was as if she'd had an out-of-body experience and had been watching everything unfold from the sidelines. There was something…different about Kadaj. She felt like she had been so out of character around him. She wasn't painfully shy or bashful around boys. Yeah, he was handsome, no doubt about it. Nevertheless, he'd never affected her so much before. Maybe it was because they'd actually had a conversation for once. After all, the last time they'd spoken to each other was a few months ago when they exchanged a couple of 'hi's' when they bumped into each other in class.

And another thing, she'd never been easily manipulated before…

"Wait a minute…" she thought to herself, "…that bastard just manipulated me into going to prom! How the hell did he manage that!"

Without her really acknowledging it she had managed to be influenced by him into going to the stupid dance. It wasn't like she had his number to say she'd changed her mind, and he was probably long gone by now. So now, all thanks to her idiocy and newly surfaced gullibility, she was now stuck with going to prom.

"What have I gotten myself into?"

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AN: Just to say, as you read through this remember I started this story when I was 15, and even I'll admit that some of what you will read in upcoming chapters is bonkers, my dreams were awesome back in those days haha. So basically don't take things too seriously for the first few chapters, because they are funny. So for those who wish to continue reading, enjoy the upcoming chapters.