Daughter of the Crossfire- Prologue

A/N: Right, 'member when KAM said I had several awesome ideas locked away in my flash drive? Well, I didn't want to write any more of my other stories that night, and I was bored out of my skull, so I began to sketch in my super mega awesome sketchbook. In this book holds my every idea. From Vocaloid to Final Fantasy Dissidia spin offs, that and my flash drive have quite possibly plotted the world's demise.

KAM: AKA, it is a baaad omen when she opens up either one of the two.

Ven: I thought you liked this idea, KAM.

KAM: Seph doesn't. And we all know what will happen when Sephiroth doesn't like it.

Ven: Genesis loved that we could appease the fans and let him be straight. Either way. You read the description, right? Warning: An extremely manly man is about to have his masculinity torn away.

KAM: I want it when you're done!

Ven:….. That's what she said. Anyways, Femme! Seph, AKA, Serafina, and Femme! Cloud. She won't show up until later!

Pairings: Seph/Gen, Cloud/?, Angeal/?

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I always knew that I was playing a deadly gamble. Being a temptress of fate. I had always known that I was playing with fire. Hojo had made sure that I understood the full consequences of being caught. I would be tortured brutally before I was killed. But being caught would be better than resigning my position as the one thing I truly had mastered down to kind of a form of art; fighting. Being caught would be better than not trying at all for the position I have been trained for my entire life. Being caught would be better than being called a failure by the one person I both loathed and loved.

Professor Hojo.

He had been clear enough with her that I was a girl playing in a man's world. A man's world that would tear me up and spit me out.

He was also more than clear with me that I should have been a boy. One that would truly be called by my alias.

Sephiroth.

But, I wasn't a boy. I was a now sixteen year old girl who had perfected acting my role as a man. Because- I am Serafina. No last name, of course. I knew fully well that I was a science experiment. Wasn't my tattoo proof enough? Only Hojo and myself knew about the truth of my birth. My mother had died giving birth to me. Good riddance. I have seen the bitchiest women growing up here. (COUGH SCARLET COUGH) My father apparently died, but I have found evidence that he is somehow still alive. That is, if he was a Turk, I highly doubt something like a gunshot wound would kill him in the presence of Hojo and another scientist. And my mother, Jenova. If she really loved the man, she would have saved him. I know that eventually, I might do anything for my love. And, she LEFT me in the hands of a madman. Even if she did die. I was Hojo's experiment long before my birth. Veld and I talk a lot, so I learned a lot through the aging Turk.

Either way, I was getting kind of annoyed because it was always- "Nice job, Sephiroth," or "Seph, little man, what's up?" It never was, "You look pretty today, Serafina," or, more recently, since the appearance of that red haired cutie from Banora, "Want to go out tonight, Serafina?"

I actually even knew more about the man's body than I did my own. Not that I blame my sex-Ed. Teacher, though. He didn't know that I was a girl portraying the opposite sex. I completely flipped out when I had my first period, it was one of the only times I was glad that I had at least one person, even if he was Hojo. Sadly, he would never go do something like shopping for me, so I still receive stares whenever I need to replenish my supplies.

I prepared myself, checking my body for malfunctions, mentally steeling myself. The muffler in my throat was in its prime condition, my breasts were rather skillfully bandaged to my chest. My disguise was utterly perfect.

I am Sephiroth, Serafina if you knew me better- SOLDIER, third class.

And with myself as prepared as I was ever going to be, I walked inside the room over to my squad of three, including myself.

Taking the chance.

Temptress of fate.