Disclaimer: I OWN THEM ALL!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Ok......... not really, cuz if
I did I'd have tons of money, but I'm broke......... so do the math, I own nada
of FF7, except the actual game on the disks that they sell to people.........
o.o;
A/N: The identity of the person will be revealed throughout the fic, see if you can figure it out. I'm sure you can.
Summary: 1st person POV. The child of two characters tells his or her story. Prologue only. Will continue if reviewers want it to continue. Note to you about Genre: Not very Angst until the end. Genre will probably change if story is continued.
AS
You could say my life is anything but normal. I never knew my parents, I'm a swordsman, and everywhere I go people look at me as though they fear me. I do not quite understand it, but I have an idea why they do.
Growing up I always lived with my adoptive parents. As I said before, I never knew my parents nor have I met them. They died a long time ago. They must have known about it because I was born from my adoptive mother's womb, even though she is not my biological mother. I still love her as though she was my own though. She is such a sweet person even though she's tough. My adoptive father on the other hand, he is not so easy to love. I respect him, but I do not know if I love him. His eyes can be cold at times, but they are with so much warmth towards my "mother". However, he was not as thrilled to have me as my mother was, but over the 17 years he has accepted it. As I understand it, he and my real father did not get along well. He did protect me once when I was younger though. Some kids were picking on me out in the city one day when he and I had to go shopping since my mother was sick and he told them to beat it and not to bother me again. I am grateful to him for that.
I do not like where I live. The slums have got to be the worst place in the world to live. But I guess it could be worse, I could not have any friends at all. My only friend in the world is a girl 8 years older than me. She has gone through much more than me, but I think she understands me. She is very open-minded towards others. I also have my younger brother. Sky is 4 years younger than myself; we get along pretty well most of the time. He was born from my adoptive parents, so we are not blood related.
I wish mother and father would tell me more about my real parents, but they wish to keep it a secret. I have been told so much about them, yet I do want to know how they died and who killed them. All they told me about their deaths is that they were both murdered. My mother told me the most about them. She says I look so much like my real father it's uncanny. I wish to know what he and my mother look like, but they have no pictures, just stories and memories. My parents both say that my eyes glow like my father's did, even though I was never exposed to the energy. But because of my naturally glowing eyes, I was named Mako.
I can't say that I love my real parents, because I have no reason to. Nor do I have a reason to not like them. From all the stories I've heard though, I'm sure I would have loved my mother very much. She seemed like a nice person. But since she has died, she has left me with the title as the last Ancient, or as some call us, Cetra. I was not given as much information on my father though, which makes me want to learn more and more about him. I know I would have defiantly respected him though, in fact, I respect him right now.
Both of my real parents were great and powerful people in this world. The things they did were astounding from what I hear. My mother a fighter and my father a swordsman, much like my adoptive parents. I grew to love swordsmanship from watching my adoptive father and I began practicing and eventually he did begin to teach me and for that I am also grateful. I am one of the few female swordsmen because of him. He and my mother kept my real father's sword and I was shown it one day, it was one of the largest swords I'd ever seen, therefore, I was not allowed to touch it or try to pick it up. But I was determined to wield it.
My interest in my father grew from lack of knowledge of him. I figured since he was such a great man he may have been famous, so I went to the local library and searched for his name. I was right, there were some books on him. I read them every night without my parents knowing. I was fascinated by the things he did and that continued my learning of his doings. I overheard my father talking to my mother the other night and he said he has seen a change in me, he said I am becoming more like my real father. This began to worry my mother.
I have grown to hate this wretched world and am ready to fight any in my way, as I am determined to carry out my real father's plans before he died. I am now able to wield my father's sword and I have made an outfit similar to his. I have told no one, but my adoptive parents are suspicious and worried as......... I become more like my father, the great Sephiroth.
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You like? I hope so, it didn't go as well as I had hoped for it to, but I think it went ok. ^-^ Did you figure out who her adoptive parents were? If not, I'll explain in another chapter......... maybe. (continue reading A/N if you want to know what I mean)
Ok, some explaining......... just so that some ppl don't ask.
#1- Ok, when Mako was talking about how they must have known about their death you might have been thinking, but weren't they already dead? Yes, but they KNEW they were dead......... ok that probably didn't explain much, more will be explained in the second chapter if people want it.
#2- Mako's adoptive parents kept her Aeris and Sephiroth's stuff, well whatever they could anyway. Part of her outfit like his is actually from his. She has his shoulder pads. That's how she knows what his uniform thing looked like.
Anyway......... get the title? AS? Aeris......... Sephiroth, AS? Somewhat clever, no? Well anyway, please review. This is my FIRST FF7 fic... (plus I haven't beaten the game either). Remember that when reviewing please. If I feel like enough people like it, I'll write more on it if I can. I don't know where I'd go with it, but I'd think of something. Ok, don't forget to REVIEW!!
~DBZsista
A/N: The identity of the person will be revealed throughout the fic, see if you can figure it out. I'm sure you can.
Summary: 1st person POV. The child of two characters tells his or her story. Prologue only. Will continue if reviewers want it to continue. Note to you about Genre: Not very Angst until the end. Genre will probably change if story is continued.
AS
You could say my life is anything but normal. I never knew my parents, I'm a swordsman, and everywhere I go people look at me as though they fear me. I do not quite understand it, but I have an idea why they do.
Growing up I always lived with my adoptive parents. As I said before, I never knew my parents nor have I met them. They died a long time ago. They must have known about it because I was born from my adoptive mother's womb, even though she is not my biological mother. I still love her as though she was my own though. She is such a sweet person even though she's tough. My adoptive father on the other hand, he is not so easy to love. I respect him, but I do not know if I love him. His eyes can be cold at times, but they are with so much warmth towards my "mother". However, he was not as thrilled to have me as my mother was, but over the 17 years he has accepted it. As I understand it, he and my real father did not get along well. He did protect me once when I was younger though. Some kids were picking on me out in the city one day when he and I had to go shopping since my mother was sick and he told them to beat it and not to bother me again. I am grateful to him for that.
I do not like where I live. The slums have got to be the worst place in the world to live. But I guess it could be worse, I could not have any friends at all. My only friend in the world is a girl 8 years older than me. She has gone through much more than me, but I think she understands me. She is very open-minded towards others. I also have my younger brother. Sky is 4 years younger than myself; we get along pretty well most of the time. He was born from my adoptive parents, so we are not blood related.
I wish mother and father would tell me more about my real parents, but they wish to keep it a secret. I have been told so much about them, yet I do want to know how they died and who killed them. All they told me about their deaths is that they were both murdered. My mother told me the most about them. She says I look so much like my real father it's uncanny. I wish to know what he and my mother look like, but they have no pictures, just stories and memories. My parents both say that my eyes glow like my father's did, even though I was never exposed to the energy. But because of my naturally glowing eyes, I was named Mako.
I can't say that I love my real parents, because I have no reason to. Nor do I have a reason to not like them. From all the stories I've heard though, I'm sure I would have loved my mother very much. She seemed like a nice person. But since she has died, she has left me with the title as the last Ancient, or as some call us, Cetra. I was not given as much information on my father though, which makes me want to learn more and more about him. I know I would have defiantly respected him though, in fact, I respect him right now.
Both of my real parents were great and powerful people in this world. The things they did were astounding from what I hear. My mother a fighter and my father a swordsman, much like my adoptive parents. I grew to love swordsmanship from watching my adoptive father and I began practicing and eventually he did begin to teach me and for that I am also grateful. I am one of the few female swordsmen because of him. He and my mother kept my real father's sword and I was shown it one day, it was one of the largest swords I'd ever seen, therefore, I was not allowed to touch it or try to pick it up. But I was determined to wield it.
My interest in my father grew from lack of knowledge of him. I figured since he was such a great man he may have been famous, so I went to the local library and searched for his name. I was right, there were some books on him. I read them every night without my parents knowing. I was fascinated by the things he did and that continued my learning of his doings. I overheard my father talking to my mother the other night and he said he has seen a change in me, he said I am becoming more like my real father. This began to worry my mother.
I have grown to hate this wretched world and am ready to fight any in my way, as I am determined to carry out my real father's plans before he died. I am now able to wield my father's sword and I have made an outfit similar to his. I have told no one, but my adoptive parents are suspicious and worried as......... I become more like my father, the great Sephiroth.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
You like? I hope so, it didn't go as well as I had hoped for it to, but I think it went ok. ^-^ Did you figure out who her adoptive parents were? If not, I'll explain in another chapter......... maybe. (continue reading A/N if you want to know what I mean)
Ok, some explaining......... just so that some ppl don't ask.
#1- Ok, when Mako was talking about how they must have known about their death you might have been thinking, but weren't they already dead? Yes, but they KNEW they were dead......... ok that probably didn't explain much, more will be explained in the second chapter if people want it.
#2- Mako's adoptive parents kept her Aeris and Sephiroth's stuff, well whatever they could anyway. Part of her outfit like his is actually from his. She has his shoulder pads. That's how she knows what his uniform thing looked like.
Anyway......... get the title? AS? Aeris......... Sephiroth, AS? Somewhat clever, no? Well anyway, please review. This is my FIRST FF7 fic... (plus I haven't beaten the game either). Remember that when reviewing please. If I feel like enough people like it, I'll write more on it if I can. I don't know where I'd go with it, but I'd think of something. Ok, don't forget to REVIEW!!
~DBZsista