Authors Note: WARNING: Rape, Suicide! What the effin fuck was I thinking? God knows! Anyway here it is.

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It Happened During Training

Chapter One

Unrequited Love.

Thirteen, a very special age, is an age where children start the long, drawn out journey towards adult hood. It's an age where those hard questions that plagued the little minds of eleven and twelve year olds are finally answered. It's when a boy becomes a man, girl becomes a young lady, and all the decisions that you make from here on out will be judged and shape you into the person you become years down the line. This age is very fragile…

And that is why we choose very efficient generals to train our future SOLIDERS. I am proud to say, that this years General, and Teacher, of the year is…

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"SEPHIROTH STOP!"

But the blonde's words fell on deaf ears as the honorable general thrust into his tight hole. He cried, and screamed, and clawed the bed, and then he cursed, and bitched, and called him a "Faggot." All attempts were rewarded with a painful thrust and a slap to the back of the head. He enjoyed the thirteen year olds tears and screams; it made him want to keep going. He loved to taste the salty tears when he was finished with his young and reluctant lover, and he enjoyed the child's hate and dependence of him. He even enjoyed the malice in his voice and the conflicted glint in his eyes. Thirteen year olds are always just confused, and that was why Sephiroth loved to rob them of their innocence, and make them completely dedicated to him, and him only. Especially the young boys.

He slowly pulled out of the blonde trainee, finally tired of his turn on. "Get dress," he ordered. The blonde just laid there, curled up in a little ball for protection, weeping very quietly. The honorable general grabbed him by the throat, holding him til their eyes were leveled. The blue orbs screamed for help, help that would never come. The general smiled at the weakness, and gave the boy a hard slap to the face. "I will not tolerate this disobeying orders habit you have gotten into, Mr. Strife." The blond responded with a small nod as he bled from his bottom lip. Sephiroth examined the small bruise, "If anybody asks…"

"I got it during training," the blond interjected with a small whimper.

Sephiroth smiled approvingly, "That's my boy."

He set the blond gently on the evil bed, running his long, dangerous fingers through his student's messy hair, hushing the boy's tears. "Go home now love."

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I am truly honored that you have bestowed upon me this award. I know so many others, who have been here longer than I, deserve this plaque, but I thank them for giving me a chance to prove my strength, intelligence, and honor. I only hope I can continue training potential SOLIDERS, and watch them grow into amazing young men.

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The boy sat in his room, in the apartment he shared with the only friend he had made since his admission into this horrid, cursed place. He looked into the mirror, the cuts and bruises all over his face and body were only reminders of the pain he had to endure, every.single.night. He sat like this after his "tutoring session", staring at a new cut on his body, and wondered if he could just go home to his family and Tifa. Then the bastards voice will play in his head on cue, "You can't give up, if you do everyone will think you are weak and pathetic." He made a promise to everyone, that he would become a SOLIDER. But so far, all he had to show for his efforts where the multiplying scars he received during his rendezvous with his teacher/general. This "badges of honor," weren't from training, weren't from hours of running through dirt, climbing up walls, or even sword practice. No, these were scars from…

'Training, I got this at training…'

Because if you say it enough, you forget what really happened.

The blond took out a razor…staring anxiously at the newly sharpen blade that held his life.

Of course not, because his memory, his voice, and his sins will forever haunt you.

The razor seemed to move on its own, ultimately meeting up with the small flesh that divided it from the little veins that held his blood, his existence.

Just say it happened while you were training- a lot of people "accidentally" slit their wrist.

With a fluid motion he slit his small wrist, watching apathetically as the crimson fountain erupted from the long gap. He smiled, he felt his life slowly come to an end- in a few moments it will all be over. No more Sephiroth.

"Cloud….what are you doing." The tremble voice called out to the torn up little boy. He merely turned his head to face raven haired man that stood in the doorway. He held up his broken wrist, and with a strangled voice responded, "I got it….while…I was training."

Then everything went black.