The first time he saw her, he thought she was beautiful.
Everthing about her exterior screamed, LIGHT! Blond hair, blue eyes, white skin, that funny little smile…
But he knew better.
He could feel it…her power…
Every single inch of her was darkness…and he loved it.
But it had only a brief glimpse, a split second. He didn't even remember where it was that he saw her.
And perhaps it had only been a dream…
The next time he saw her, she was drawing.
He had been exploring a world called Twilight Town, finding that it had some strange calling to him, some strange connection.
And as he got closer to the source of this call, he saw her.
She was sitting in a mansion window, a sketchpad in her lap. Her arm moved back and forth with an air of an expert, light but firm. Her face was guarded, blank as glass. Yet he found himself able to read her face like a rainbow.
Nostalgia, happiness, anticipation, resignation, longing…
He found himself fascinated.
So when she suddenly got up and left the windowsill, he did not follow.
Instead, he decided to wait.
For three straight days, he watched her.
And everyday, he learned something new.
She twirled her hair.
She talked to herself.
When she was excited, her guard suddenly disappeared and her emotions overflowed out of her.
She colored so darkly with her crayons that they would often break.
She often made faces at her pictures, as if communicating with them.
Her pictures (the one time that he had gotten close enough to see them) were colorful, yet quite messy.
She often daydreamed.
After a while, he realized something.
For a being of darkness, she was quite human.
She had disappeared.
After a week of watching, she hadn't come back to the window.
So he decided it was time to answer the calling.
He went into the mansion.
It took only three minutes.
He found the entrance to the dark realm.
With a smirk, he enters.
It seemed all too easy when he found her there, standing in the portal.
She was such a contrast to the dark blue black whole surrounding them, a white daisy among the baby's breath.
She turns her head, his blue eyes meeting hers.
With an odd sort of epiphany, he realizes her eyes are not blue, but rather, a faded slate.
Her eyes narrow as a look of suspicion blossoming on her blank face.
He likes that look.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Sephiroth. And you?"
She is silent. Her eyes search him, like a feline sniffing him for his intentions.
She put up such a front of darkness in front of strangers, he notes amusedly to himself.
"...You…have a heart. How do you exist with such darkness in you?"
He wonders if she always asks such odd questions when she meets people.For the moment, he decides to humor her. He smiles.
"Light doesn't need to come from within to make one whole." He replies cryptically.
Then again, he never said he wanted to be whole. However, he leaves that part out.
He watches her reaction with amusement.
For a moment, he can see the girl from the window.
The girl who painted her glass face with rainbow coloured emotions.
Confusion, disbelieving, hopeful…understanding.
She smiles.
"Thank you."
A pause.
"…Sephiroth."
She turns and starts to run, when she stops.
"My name…is Naminé."
And then, she's gone, disappearing into darkness.
Somehow, he felt that he would meet her again.
After all…how hard was it to find darkness?
He turns back around, and leaves the world.
AN: Yeesh, I'm going on vacation soon, so I thought I'd try to update all my fics before that. Except I got distracted with this idea...Yeah, it was good until Sephiroth actually met Naminé...then it just became downright bad and oddly hard to keep Naminé in character. And yes, I do know that my titles suck and often have no relation to the story.