A.N Yes, I realize that this is much shorter than I normally use. However, I just wanted to get this story out. It has been sitting on my brain for a long time, so I finally decided to put it onto data. It will have it's length in future chapters, don't worry.

I've never liked my parents.

I just needed to say this before I told you the rest of my Story. I've had the craziest family, and I'm glad at one thing:

I am going to kill them all.

I was told at a young age that I was special, by my mom. I didn't find out who my dad was until it showed. My one wing, a mirror image of his. You see, I am Sephiroth's son. I never wanted to be his son. As a matter of fact, if I could, I would make it so that I didn't exist.

My mom was one of the few devotees to Sephiroth. She kept insisting, when I was 7, that I take up swordplay, and gave me a katana. I threw it out and got myself a miniature Buster Sword. I was making a statement, that I would not become like my father. I was eight when I learned of my mom's true purpose for me:

I was to become Sephiroth.

At that moment, I rarely talked to my mom. The only way she got information was through Yaz and Zol, my half brothers. I was ridiculed by her, the only family I had since Uncles Kadaj, Yazoo and Loz tried to get me to believe that Mr. Strife was evil, but I saw what he had to do. I trained my use of the Buster Sword under him, in private.

The day I met her was the first day of High School, 11th grade year. I was new, since my insane mother homeschooled me for so long. I prayed the night before, that they would accept me for who I am, not who my father was. I was so wrong. Almost everyone gave me an evil eye, knowing of my descent. I was about to sit in the back of the bus when I noticed an empty seat, next to a girl, staring forward.

"Can I sit here?" I asked her, nervous.

"Sure." She said, not looking at me.

I sat down, waved my hand in front of her face, then said, "What's so interesting about the seat?" I asked her.

"I don't know. I'm blind." She said, solidly.

My eyes widened, and I nervously said, "I'm sorry. How did you get like this?"

"Geostigma has its bad parts, especially when it occurs in your eyes." She explained.

"I'm sorry." I said, knowing what the cause of Geostigma was.

"It's okay. So, what's your name?" She asked me.

"Dak. My name is Dak." I said to her.

"Elena, after my mother." She said, holding her hand out to the sound of where my voice was coming from. I took it lightly, and we shook.

I decided a few months after we decided to go out to tell her of my origins. I didn't want to suprise or scare her. We were sitting at the roof of Aerith's Memorial Church, one of our usual hangouts, when I told her, "Honey, I need to inform you of something."

What is it Dak?" She asked, concern in her voice.

"I...I need to tell you of my origins." I said to her, picking up one of her sensitive hands.

"What are you-" She said before I stopped her.

"It is better to understand with you feeling it." I told her. I brought her delicate hand to my back, and led her to where my lone wing met my body.

"What the-?" She asked me. I said nothing as she frantically tried to find my other wing, but to no avail. Why do you have only one wing? She asked me.

"I am Sephitoth's son." I told her after a short pause. She moved her hand off of my back as soon as I finished that sentence. I looked at her shocked face, then said, "If you don't want me around you anymore, I understand." I started to shift my body, enabling me to try to get up.

"Wait!" She yelled, grabbing my right arm near my wrist, feeling them. She pulled me back down to my former position, rolled up the back of my sleeve, then touched the three scars, each a centimeter apart. "Why would you do this to yourself?" She asked me.

"Because of my mom's plans for me. I wanted them to end with me." I explained. At that moment, I told Elena everything; my plans to murder all of my family, my lessons with the Buster Sword, and my mom's plan for me.

"Wow." Was all she could say.

"We shouldn't date." I said to her.

"Why?" She asked me.

"Because I'm a monster." I said, pulling my legs toward me. She did the most unbelievable thing after that.

She put her arms around me, and said, "I don't care. You will never be your father."