Author's Note: I know, I know. I'm usually against Sephiroth X Kuja, but that's only because Kuja is horribly OOC most of the time. This is my first attempt of a oneshot to do it properly. Although, if I like it enough, I may write a series upon said pairing. I was challenged by Raserei Hojo to do a series. I hope this turns out decently…

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Meteor and Ultima

Author: PsychDragoonX

Chapter I: The Omega and The Alpha

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Darkness…

Darkness surrounded his vision. "Where am I?" a soft melodious voice purred through the echoing darkness.

Not hearing an answer to his call after a while, he started to articulate to himself a plan. It would seem as if he could walk in the pitch black as if a regular floor, yet again, it felt so fragile. So fragile, that if his boot heels touched it, it would break under the pressure.

"I am not amused," he spoke once again. The darkness was slightly unnerving, but Kuja wasn't afraid. Much. Yet. After standing for a few minutes to see if he would get a response, he decided to head in a random direction.

-/-/-/-/-/Sephiroth's Point of View/-/-/-/-/-

I was lost, but with the experiences I've had on the battlefield, I would find my way out of here. Of course, I showed no signs of fear.

…But even if I were to show them, no one would see them.

My black leather boots tapped silently in rhythm with my walking against the near-porcelain invisible floor. Alright, to think this out logically… Where am I? In a field of darkness with no light. Where am I going? In a random direction where there is still no light. Great. The Great Sephiroth is lost.

I was walking in the same direction for hours when I was contemplating stabbing the ground with Masa- OW! Who would slam into me!

It was… a woman. She was on the ground with her face twitching. Her attire was rather… exotic. Purple clothed armor covering her bust, with a gold… something underneath it. Trailing down her bare stomach, she had a thong and a half-skirt. Lovely. A prostitute.

"Who are you?"

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While I was walking, thinking about my life, someone crashed into me.

Before I raised myself off from the ground, I took note of the man's features. Silver hair, just like mine sans feathers. Green eyes... obviously from some sort of radiation, because unless if hazel was neon, it was some sort of scientific experiment. How could I tell? Years of being stuck in a lab. His attire… He was clad in black, blending in with the pitch darkness. The only skin that was exposed was his chest with… suspender straps? Oh dear, he lacks in fashion. But he also had an intimidating sword strapped on his back.

I asked, "Who are you?" as I got up.

"You do not know me? I am the Great General Sephiroth," he responded.

"Egotistical and delusional, aren't you?"

"Excuse me? You dare talk to your superior that way? Slut?"

What. Did. He. Just. Call. Me? "I don't know how you got into the army with your lack of eyesight perception. I'm a man, you idiot."

"Whatever. I do not care. I'm leaving," he countered ever so cleverly.

Fine then. "Fine, I don't care for morons who think they're all that."

"Then you must not care for yourself."

"I'm sorry, I'm Kuja. The Angel of Death."

"Well, Mr. Kuja, I'm leaving. Goodbye."

Aren't we all sunshine and roses today? I thought.

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Aaah, the lovebirds and their first little tiff. XD But trust me, this will eventually turn out to be a good (at least I hope so) fic. See you next chapter!