A.N.: I decided to combine two stories, but it's still modern time. I was rereading my Greek mythology book from high school, and I thought where Final Fantasy VII should be in the mythology. Then, this popped up, and I was going nuts on this. Well, I have one shots coming up, and I blame plot bunnies and digging old stuff from the grave at fault.

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII or the Greek mythology stuff, and this will be the only disclaimer throughout the story.

WARNING: Lots of swearing/cussing/foul language from Yuffie's potty-mouth, and probably hot and heavy stuff in the future. Read on your own risk.

Prologue

I really hate my middle name, you know? It's sort of ridiculous to have my first name in Wutainese then to have a complete different middle name from outside of my home. I think my mom adored the middle name and kept on calling me by that name since I was little. My dad would just call me by my first name unless he is pissed and called me by my full name. Really. It's just scary to have your parents call out your full name, and you know you are in the deep part of shit-ness.

How did I get my middle name? Well, let's start to the beginning when my parents first met. My mom was from the southern part of Wutai, where the western influence converted many of the people to their ways of living. My dad is from the North where tradition is still held up, but they both fell in love in a strange predicament. Well, their personalities were opposites, but they did fall in love and poof! I'm here! Well… that's not the whole story, and I am not going to go farther. It's gross in explaining how your parents procreate, and I pop out of my mom during intense labor. Still, I can tell you that I had a good laugh when my mom explained to me how the labor went through. It went somewhere like this: "GODO! I SWEAR TO THE GODS, GET YOUR ROYAL STUCK UP ASS RIGHT HERE BEFORE I DECIDE TO SHOVE MY KUNAI UP YOUR- ARGH!"

… Yup. I love my mom, and you'll love her too.

Anyways, the reason I hated my middle name is because I couldn't even make friends since I was a kid. They keep on referring to me as a half-a-nese or "The Dark Lord's Lover." I get the half-a-nese part, even though I was full Wutainese, but "The Dark Lord's Lover" part was just bullshit. At first, I never got it until I got to high school and studied a part of mythology class. Persephone was the daughter of the goddess Demeter, and she was known to be the wife of the Lord of the Underworld, Hades. The myth says that he kidnapped her because of her innocence and kindness, and her mother took away the world's blessing of fertility and nature. Everything went to hell when her uncle, the Almighty Zeus, decided to confront the Lord of the Underworld and try to get him to return Persephone back to her mother. Of course, he did, but not until Hades gave Persephone six pomegranate seeds, meaning six months on each side.

That was when I realized that the meaning behind "The Dark Lord's Lover" meant that they made up the fact that I was cursed. Therefore, they thought I was a fucked up incest love child.

Then, I began to put all my frustrations on the punching bag at home. I was seething in rage when I knew that they were referring to me from a damn Greek mythology that died out a long time ago. No wonder why they all made fun of me; they called me a curse and all the voodoo crap. They called me the little fucked up girl that no one wanted to play with. I had crushed on some guys or fall deeply in love, but most of the guys in my life are douche bags and assholes because of that false rumor. I screamed and cried because they were all bastards, and I tried to be nice. But no. They had to shut me away because of my middle name, and I would have tied them up and hang them on the mountain if my dad forbad me to use my skills on them. Damn my dad for forbidding me to use my ninja skills on them unless they were emergencies. He would have shoved me into my room with bars and attack-proof steel if I were to use them.

Thank gods high school was the new start of my life, and no one would call you by the middle name unless you're just asking for it.

So overall, I hate my middle name and start my third year in high school that involves getting my ass into classes in order to up my grades.

I was above average on every subject and would have gotten into a university…

…if it weren't the case that I sucked on English.

Do you know that English was the bane of my existence?

God, that was the only subject that kept me away from getting into a university and away from my overbearing dad. I had tutors he hires, and I got an average grade on all of them. My English teacher, who is fucking ancient, decided to point out the mistakes on every paper. I think the old hag, who was teaching English from freshman to senior year, hates me when I entered her class. No wait. I think it was that time I placed a whoopee cushion on her seat when she was away from class. I think she hated me at that time and made my life a living hell. I was barely passing with C's on every assignment, and I was always in deep shit when I moved an inch on my seat. I dreaded every year when English class was around the corner, and I prayed to the gods that the old coot would retire because I was stressing so much, even after my last two years ended with a passing.

I think they answered my prayers when everyone heard about the old lady's retirement. There was supposed to be a new teacher who would be teaching English, and I heard, from the girls, that he was a hottie and mysterious. I think they were talking about him being dark and unconcerned as long as he was teaching. I thought he was going to be easy on me and inwardly cheered at the idea until a new teacher for English was rumored to be more ruthless and uncompassionate. The next factor is that he will be teaching every class with no mercy.

That was when my first thought was "Fuck my life."

My mom smacked me on the back of my head when I said it out loud.

Oh yeah. Didn't I mention that I have a baby brother now? His name is Ryuu "Triptolemus" Kisaragi. Mom named him.