Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII. If I did CloudxTifa would be canon, I would have made the re-make a year ago, Cid would have said more them 3 goddamn lines in the movie! And Vincent would have shot Hojo's dick off lone ago. Oh wait, that ones me. ^_^;; anyway I wake up from that dream have a good cry when I realize that it was a dream then go to school.

AN: I must state that this is NOT a MarySue! I am writing this to prove that even if a person is sent to a different world dosent make them a Sue, I'm sick of people flaming good OC's just because there from Earth. So I'm writing a well rounded OC and putting her in a MS plot to prove that it's the Sue not that plot that ruins a story. So please read and enjoy! And no, there are no OC pairing so don't freak. XP

PS: this takes place post DOC.


Hello, my name is Piper.

And no, I'm not named after the hot chick on Charmed.

You see, my Dad had a cat named Piper and she died like, a week before I was born. So they named me Piper after the dead cat.

Yeah, really nice Dad.

Anyway, this is a story that I truly and dearly wish had never happened.

And let me make it perfectly clear that I do NOT want to be here!

Dying fuckin' hurts man! Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. It's not peaceful or painless, and you don't just drift away into darkness. All it is pain, blood, the smell of iron, and oh—more pain!

But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself here.

I used to be a normal teenage girl that liked Final Fantasy a little too much. Then something happened that I, at first thought might be a bit fun. But then everything just went straight to hell….in a hand basket.

It all started when the babysitter called in sick.

.

"But Mom!" I whined shamelessly as my Mother picked up her purse and walked to the door. "I have to go to Comic Con tonight! I already paid for the ticket!"

"I'm sorry honey, but the play is tonight. I didn't expect the babysitter to drop out on us. I need you to look after Maggie."

I groaned again.

Maggie, my evil ten-year-old sister, Hannah Montana clone of a sister. She was the single most annoying human being on the face of the Earth, and I was stuck babysitting her on a Friday night when I should have been at Comic Con having the time of my life.

Grrrrrrr, stupid babysitter.

"B-but," I howled again.

"You can go tomorrow, Piper, now look after your sister. We'll be back by midnight."

My Mom kissed me on the forehead and walked out the door.

"Bye, Hon! See you later!" my Dad called as he got into the car. "And make sure you clean up all the beer cans before we get home!"

I rolled my eyes; it was a stupid inside joke that'd been going on since I turned thirteen.

"Sure thing, Dad! And If Maggie is missing when you get back it ain't my fault!" I shouted back as they drove away.

And that time I wasn't joking either.

I was going to stuff that evil munchkin into a sack and throw her into a lake.

As if on cue, Maggie ran down the stairs. Her wheat blond hair was put up into pigtails, and her big blue eyes sparkled with all the laughter of a child.

Ladies and gentlemen I give you the face of everything evil.

Maggie ran up to me and started waving a DVD in my face.

"Come on, Piper! I wanna watch Hannah Montana!" she cried in her sickeningly sweet voice.

Great Shiva, I wanted to punch her.

"Then watch Hannah Montana," I snapped pushing the DVD case away from my face and turning toward the stairs, stomping up them and purposely slamming my door. Hard.

There was a knock on my door and I had to fight the urge to shout more. I took a deep breath and tried to sound as civil as humanly possible.

"What the hell do you want?!"

That.... did not go well.

"Please watch the movie with me!" came the annoying voice of my sister.

I opened the door and gave her a dirty look.

"Hell to the no! I ain't watching no wannabe bubble gum pop singer!" I barked at her.

Her big evil blue eyes filled with tears and she started making that sniffing noise that meant a world famous Maggie tantrum was coming.

I sighed.

This is what happens when you spoil a child rotten people. Don't do it. For the love of older siblings everywhere say 'NO!'

"Don't even try it pipsqueak! It ain't gonna work!"

"Why don't you want to watch Hanna Montana with me!?" she wailed. Big, wet tears ran down her plump little cheeks.

Yeah, still not working.

"Cause Hannah Montana is nothing more than a mini Britney Spears and is just brainwashing another generation of children into believing that being famous is the greatest thing in the world and that you can really keep your true identity a secret from today's media."

Well, that got her to shut up.

Her eyes looked up at me at a loss. She wasn't too sure of what to make of my little outburst.

You see, most of the time I try to be nice to the little twit to make Mom and Dad's lives a little easier. But that night, I was in a really pissy mood and didn't feel like playing nice.

And you know why, so shut your face 'cause I ain't saying it again.

Anywho.

"But you always watch Hanna Montana with me!" her voice breaking me out of my daydream of a shirtless Cloud.

Yum.

"Look, I ain't in the mood." I said in a sulking tone.

"You know, I wanted to go to that Comic Con thing too," my evil mastermind of a sister gave me a knowing look.

My eyes went wide, and I listened closely to what my devious little sister was cooking up.

"Mom said you had to look after me right? So why don't you look after me at the Comic Con." Her grin grew wider.

"Nice plan, shorty, but you're forgetting, you need a ticket to get in!" The plan sounded pretty good until you add logic to it.

Stupid logic…

"Then buy me a ticket!"

"What? I'm broke man. I spent all my mad money on my costume and the ticket…. Plus, I'm gonna blow the rest on anime junk," I added in a low voice.

What? Don't look at me like that! That stuff cost a lot of money! And I ain't wasting it on my bratty sister.

Then I got an idea, a very illegal idea.

What? You think Maggie got her genius from our 'rents?

Well think again.

"I got an idea," I said, and an evil grin that was almost too much like my sister's spread across my face.

OoOoOoOoOoOo

After about ten minutes on a world class photo dock and an empty old Comic con pass, I had laundered a new and totally illegal pass.

I opened the door and walked down the stairs where Maggie was watching Hannah Montana season three.

Ugh, some people have just no taste.

"Yo, tweetle dee."

The sad thing is, she actually turned around at that.

Maybe I said it too much?

I held up the new, totally illegal pass to the Comic Con that I had made on Paint.

No really. Paint is the shit. My cousin down in LA made a fake ID on it.

Maggie cheered and jumped from the couch flinging her arm around me.

"You're the best sister ever!" she cried.

"You know it, now get ready! Remember the deal?"

Maggie rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I have to dress up as a kid with Geo-whatever and pretend to be your friend's evil servant." she said in a drone like voice that almost made me giggle.

Almost.

"Sweet! Now hurry up! We leave in twenty!"

And with that she bolted up the stairs to her room.

I almost jumped in joy at my unbelievable luck in all of this. I hopped the stars two at a time.

Who knew me and my evil sis had something in common?

Go figure.

I ran to my room and slammed the door, then looked around the mess that was my bedroom before digging through it for a pair of cheap black pants and a huge black buckle. Then I put on a top that was split at the top to reveal a shirt that looked like a sexy bare MAN chest covered by crossing leather straps. To finish the ensemble, I put on knee high leather boots with a few too many buckles and a long, black leather coat with the silver shoulder pads. Then I went through my sock drawer and pulled out a pair of black leather gloves and slipped them on.

Then I turned to my dresser where I keep my most prized pieces of cosplay. A waist long silver wig and contacts that glowed green when light shines on them.

Can you guess who I am?

No? It's ok, not everyone can be smart.

I, as a running joke with my friends, was the mighty Sephiroth.

The joke was that I was the shortest of my group of friends and they were all going to be the three Remnants.

Ha ha, yeah; really funny guys.

In my defense, all my friends are freakishly tall.

But whatever. Not like I'm complaining about it. I love Sephiroth and I don't mind at all that I get to be him.

Though it would be cool to be Tifa…but then again, I don't have the chest for it and my "friends" said I was more of a Yuffie.

Jerks.

After carefully putting on the wig and almost poking my eyes out about five times before I could put the contacts in, I was ready to go!

I walked to the wall, where I keep my backpack and Kyo's sword from Samurai Deeper Kyo

Hold up, I think I lost you there. I bet you're thinking, 'Hey! What the hell! You're dressed up as Sephiroth and you should have the Masamune, not the Tenro!'

I know, I know, shame on me! But I bought that sword a few years back, and it's the closest thing I have to the Masamune. Besides, a Sephiroth running around with a Keyblade is just wrong. Funny as hell, but wrong.

And yes, I did try to just make one, but the damn thing caught on fire when I tried to spray paint it!

Don't ask; it just happened.

Anyway, I was stuck with the Tenro and would just have to deal.

I threw on the backpack, very careful not to mess up the wig and took the Tenro into my hand. Kinda using it as a walking stick for now.

I turned to the mirror and looked at my reflection.

With the silver hair and glowing eyes it almost gave me the creeps. I just couldn't wait to start scaring the little kids at the Comic Con.

What? Don't give me that look.

Of course I was nowhere near as sexy as our favorite, insane One Winged Angel, but still, it was sweet!

I opened my door and turned toward my sister's room.

"Are you ready yet?!"

"Yeah! But I look like a kid from the hood!"

I rolled my now glowing green eyes.

"That's the whole point!" I yelled back.

With a huff, Maggie opened the door and stepped out. I had to fight not to laugh at the sight of her.

She was wearing dark pants and a grey long sleeve shirt and a black T-shirt over that. She also had on one of my beanies with white gauze wrapped around her hand and neck.

Wow! Now that was an improvement! She looked so much cuter when she wasn't trying to look like a Hannah clone.

"Wow, you look scary, Piper," Maggie said.

"Coolly! Thanks I was going for scary!" I smiled, very proud of myself.

"Well then again, you're always scary looking!"

And with that, she took off laughing running down the stars.

Red-faced I chased after her as fast as my heavy ass backpack would let me.

"Hey! Didn't Mom ever teach you not to make fun of someone with a sword?!"

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo

We rode in silence as we drove though a two lane highway that was surrounded by woods.

I had planed it all our in my head. It was now 6:00 PM and it took 20 minutes to get from my house to the convention, and that ended at 11:00 PM. That gave the both of us plenty of time to go there, have fun, and get back before our 'rents even had a clue.

Hah, didn't think I was that smart did you?

Well that shows how much you know.

Now shut up and let me finish.

I popped in a CD of the sound track to Final Fantasy VII that my friend, Sam, burned for me.

I pressed the play button and hit random, and guess what was the first song that played?

One Winged Angel.

"Oh hell yeah! This is my jam!" I yelled and turned it up.

My sister made a face and turned it down.

"This song is too emo-y," she said in a somewhat snotty tone.

"Pft! Shows how much you know! It's not emo-y, if that's even a word, it's powerful! Like the man who it was written for," I replied.

"Well that's sure not you," she said.

I was about to say something back when we heard a loud BAM and the car gave a sharp jerk.

"Holy fuckin' Minerva!!" I shrieked.

With a screech, I had to fight to keep the car from going off the road into the trees. Maggie was screaming right in my ear as I slowed down and pulled up to the side of the road.

We both sat there in shock for a few seconds, and I swear I could hear my heart thumping in my ear.

After awhile my sister spoke.

"W-what happened?" she asked, still out of breath from screaming my ear off.

Yeah, thanks for giving me the new need for a hearing aid, little sis.

"I have an idea but I hope I'm wrong."

I turned off the car and got out. I looked at the front tires.

Seeing that one of them was flat, I let out a string of curses that would have made Cid proud.

Great! Just great! We're stuck in the middle of fuckin' nowhere without a spare!

My sister poked her head out of the passenger side window.

"What is it?"

"We blew a goddamn tire!" I said in anger and kicked the flat.

Maggie let out a groan and hopped out of the car.

"What are we going to do now?" she asked.

"Hold on! Let me call a tow truck," I snapped at her, wishing she would shut up.

I got my backpack out of the back seat and dug through it and pulled out my cell phone and flipped it open.

No bars.

What did I do in a past life to deserve this?


A/N: I hope you like the first person, it's my first time. ^^" Please tell me what you think and review! Pretty please! And don't worry, she didn't forget about the contacts.