Title: Remembrance

Genre: Sephiroth x Cloud

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy 7 and its characters do not belong to me. They belong to Square Enix.

Author's Note: The first installment of a short multi-parter. I understand that it's rather short, ok, scratch that, make that very short. I wanted to get the first chapter up before Valentine's day, so yeah. Ayway, I have great plans for this fic! For once, it should not turn out as angst!

Readability's a 65.7. Not too good, but oh well...


The first time Sephiroth met him, the only thought that registered through his mind was how scrawny he was, and that his hair reminded him of his chocobo.

The second time Sephiroth caught sight of him; he was startled – not that he showed it, that the boy was actually just that. A boy – a mere fifteen year old aspiring to become a soldier. Something akin to confusion roiled about in his insides at that piece of information. He was too young, he decided there and then, much too young to see the bloodshed and taste the deaths of his comrades. He was much too young to be in a never-ending war.

The third time he saw him, it was much unlike the first and second, because this time round, Cloud saw him too. More specifically, Cloud collided into him, the boy reeling back at the impact while he stood there solidly, not in the least affected by the slight weight. The boy got the worse of the impact, colliding back into the wall and hitting his head with a jarring sound that almost made Sephiroth wince. That must have hurt.

Cloud groaned, hand going up to nurse his aching head. Sapphire eyes – of a rather unique shade, rose to meet his hard emerald greens, before they widened in recognition. He snapped to attention, arms locked to the side as his cheeks turned an amazing shade of pink.

"General Sir!" he greeted him formally – stiffly, so much so that Sephiroth thought he was just an inch away from a salute. There was that look in his clear blue eyes – the one that spoke of hero-worship, and something else Sephiroth could not identify, but instinctively, he knew that it couldn't be bad.

Sephiroth trusted his instincts. After all, they saved him on occasions too many to count.

He nodded; somehow less stiff than he would always do it, and sent the stray thought that the boy's voice had not even broken yet away.

A closer look at the boy's posture caused a rather unique realization to sink into his mind – the boy actually seemed to be beaming, or blushing. Either way, his eyes shone too much to be normal. There and then, Sephiroth entertained the thought that the kid actually ingested Mako – would have believed his theory of his rather active brain if not for the fact that the kid was too scrawny to have had Mako injections before and that his eyes shone too brightly to have tasted the aftereffects of Mako.

Sephiroth blinked – an action that chased ridiculous random thoughts away, though to a normal being, it would just about constitute an involuntary reflex action. Putting one leg in front of the other, Sephiroth continued on his way, the action fluid coming from him even though he was rather preoccupied with the bright eyed boy with hair like his chocobo. He couldn't help but notice that the blue, almost florescent eyes followed him all the way.

He suddenly felt elevated to a status of a god.


HNO3: My writing style has changed a bit in this fic. Oh well... Anyway, feedback's very welcome. This is the first 'official' time i've attempted a non-angst fic after all. )