Hi there everybody I've decided to try my hand at a Final Fantasy story after finally finishing watching Dexter I got the inspiration to write this; it'll be loosely based on the show with my own twists and if you haven't seen the show I HIGHLY recommend it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I thought of writing. This story is a total YAOI fest and if you don't like that the maybe this story isn't for you.

Summary: Blood splatter analyst for Midgar Metro Homicide by day, and serial killer that targets criminals by night, Sephiroth is not who he seems. But as he develops his humanity what happens when he falls in love with an enchanting blonde? Throw in crazy co-workers, love webs, and other killers and you have yourself the life of Sephiroth.

Pairings: Sephiroth x Cloud, Cid x Vincent, and more as I continue to write this lol.

Warnings: Murders (some crime scenes will be described graphically), yaoi, and other adult situations

Also note, there'll be a change in the points of views that'll be clearly marked. Without further ado, enjoy!

Chapter One: Playing The Part

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Sephiroth POV

If there's anything I like better than a hot black coffee and polishing my knife collection it was seeing another skilled killer's work. I was called to the scene of the Honey Bee Inn where a decapitated prostitute's body, head missing, was placed respectively. I could feel my admiration almost contort my lips onto a smile as I took pictures of the crime scene, no blood, not a drop anywhere near the scene or parameters. My Gaia, why didn't I think of that?

My co-worker and robotics expert, Reeve Tuesti, tried making sense of what we both were dealing with. "One of the guards was patrolling the area and found her. He contacted the police right away and we've been trying to find any witnesses that might've seen who left this here."

"Not a single drop of blood, the cuts were done flawlessly and without hesitation. There doesn't seem to be any signs of struggle. All done post mortem and obviously her head is missing. It'll be hard to get an I.D. on her now." I state, but was absolutely enthralled by the work of art in front of me. Such showmanship to physically place these clean severed parts right in the public eye, no blood makes the parts look as pale and clean as bone-

"Crescent! What are you doing!? Popping a boner from that crime scene you sick fuck!?"

I cringed my eyes slightly from the vulgar display of words; that was one of the detectives I worked with, Cid Highwind. He was sharp, and for some reason the only one out of all of Midgar Metro that could almost see me for what I really was. I had sometimes wondered why. Most of the time I just ignored him.

"You already breaking Seph's back Cid? Come on, who doesn't love the guy, he brought us all doughnuts!' Zack, another detective and one of the few I could even closely consider a friend, patted both of our backs cheerfully.

"Whatever, just try and find us a print or something, lab rat!" Cid hollered back walking away.

Zack shook his head, chuckling lightly. "Just ignore him stallion; Cid is like a bitter old man."

"Yeah he probably just needs a good lay or something. Lucky for us we're here at the Honey Bee." Reno murmured and the two laughed. "Or better yet a piece of that sweet Valentine ass that keeps getting thrown at him without him noticing."

"Gentleman, there's a chopped up body of a woman whose identity we're not even close to figuring out. Please be respectful and let's wrap this up as soon as we can," Tifa came along, her newly earned shield dangling proudly. "Either way, we should head to the bar after this… and take shots whenever Valentine has to pull Cid in for a 'talk'."

All three of them burst into laughter and I merely gave a wry smile. It was interesting to watch them, knowing I could never be fully like them. At least pretending sort of gave me an idea of what was expected of me as a normal guy. This was usually how it was- I worked with Reeve, Elena, and Cecil in our forensics department. We had a total of four detectives in your division- Zack was partnered with Angeal Hewley and Tifa Lockheart with Barret. Cid is the Sergeant. We had a few other cops as well and that was Reno Saunders, Genesis Rhapsodos, Rude Tuley, and that's just to name a few. Our Lieutenant was newly promoted Vincent Valentine, who was the Sergeant before Cid. It was no surprise to everyone that Cid and Vincent had feelings toward each other, with Vincent of the two actually being aware of his feelings. Vincent's boss, our Captain, was a calm man by the name of Tseng.

I never truly felt like I belonged with the rest of them, regardless of how well I played the part. You see, many believed me to be brilliant in what I do, in how well I could read a crime scene from the tiniest drop of blood to a whole pool of it surrounding a victim. I could tell you exactly what had happened from the most gruesome of slash victims left there to die to the any of the ones that left no trace of evidence as if there was nothing ever there. I was a cop turned into a CSI worker, so I knew how both sides of law enforcement worked. While they used to beg for my return as a detective I found that being a blood analyst was the best for my' 'hobby.' As for as everyone was concerned I was a quiet, intelligent man with a knack for reading a crime scene and outside of work my life was simple; I enjoyed the finer things in life and even spent some time with my so called "friends." But then there was another side to me- the one that truly knew his way around a crime scene because he committed so many of his own. My dark angel if you will, for you see I'm also a serial killer and I've never been caught.

In fact tonight I was going after some low level drug dealer that had killed two innocent people when a drug deal had gone bad. I was a killer of killers, but would never hurt an innocent, that was my code and I followed it as strict as the sun rose and fell below the horizon. In society I would be labeled a psychopath but I felt truly enlightened- I could feel no ties, no empathy and simply went through all the motions of being a regular person, except for the thrill of killing. I was lovable by all, except for Cid of course that always had a strange feeling about me, funny. It was also why tonight I would join my so called friends in their normal ritual of going to a bar as an alibi. Although I had to admit, it was nice to hang out with them and watch their shenanigans.

I took one last look as Elena and Reeve preserved the woman's body parts, to be taken to the lab and look at closely. I couldn't wait for that.

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"Chug, chug, chug," was chanted all around in Tifa's Seventh Heaven bar as Rude and Reno finished their mugs of beer.

Everyone cheered and Zack high fived Reno who stumbled lazily onto a stool. Cid talked away with a shy Vincent, asking Tifa to serve them two more shots of whiskey. Angeal sipped on a beer passively talking with to Genesis about some cold case that was never reopened. The rest of them began to drunkenly dance with each other making jokes about something or other. I sat on a stool away from them, waiting for the clock to strike midnight before I announced my departure. I saw a slightly buzzed Genesis approach me and I raised a fine chiseled eyebrow.

"So, you saw the butchered up girl earlier today huh?" Genesis asked, taking a swig from a pińa colada.

I smirked, "Of course, it was interesting to say the least."

"Heh I bet, we've got some 'interesting' criminals in Midgar but I've never really seen anything like this. You think it was done from an angry ex or something?"

"Could be, but the cuts were flawless, surgical even, very precise. We were able to conclude that the killer used a surgical tool or a small power saw and cut the body quickly."

Genesis looked at me intently, "But what about the blood, or lack thereof?"

"We were able to conclude that the body was drained of the blood before it was cut up, and the parts showed signs of frostbite, as if they had been preserved and then put out. But the question we now ask is where this was done and why. Was he in the same location or was he moving. " I answered, my smirk faltering as I looked at the clock, but still I was interested in what the police knew about the killer.

Genesis smirked this time bringing his sweet beverage to his lips slowly. "We asked around for any witnesses, mostly just other prostitutes, but without that head it's been hard to put an ID on her," Genesis sighed, "And it's not like when can check for any DNA in any of the data bases because there's no blood, nothing. Whoever we're dealing with is cunning and quite likely very sick."

"Well, hopefully we find that head to get ahead. I must be leaving now though Genesis, tell everyone I said bye. I wouldn't want to spoil their fun."

Just as I was about to leave I felt a hand grab my shoulder and turned to see Zack with a rather obvious crimson blush spread across his cheeks. "You can't leave now Seph..! My friends are coming and I really want you to meet them…!"

"Perhaps another time Zack, I really must be going, goodnight," I left swiftly and quietly.

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I was hoping I wasn't too late to my victim's home and I was pleased to see that no lights were turned on in the misshapen shack. I had already set the kill room in the tiny shack connected to his home where he cooked the crack rocks he sold for his business. Lucky for me this part of town of was in the worst sector, heavy with crime, abandoned cars, and sex offenders living elbow to elbow. There were no security cameras, no sort of law enforcement, a perfect place for a kill. I had been spying on Gonzo, the trash I was about to take out and get rid of. He came home late, usually past midnight, and wouldn't leave his home till about one or two in the afternoon. It was perfect, no one would ever know he was 'missing.' I was able to sneak into his shabby home with ease, picking the lock quickly and locking it again so he would never suspect a thing. I blended with the darkness, my silver locks in a tied behind and tucked into a black hoodie. The only thing that could've possibly given my presence away were my fluorescent green eyes that glowed dangerously in the pitch black, ready to pounce and kill. It wasn't long before I heard the doorknob rattles, my breathe hitching slightly, I always loved this part, almost as much as the moment my knife would break through their breastbone and they were killed instantly. He came in, reeking of alcohol and weed, completely missing me behind the door as he shut it and I instantly pulled him into a chokehold.

It took a few moments but he fell asleep and I dragged him to the room where I completely stripped him of his clothing, laying the scrawny man down on the table before tying him down with plastic wrap. I put up the pictures of the two innocent people he had killed, a young woman and her child, right where he could see them when I woke him up. I pulled on my trust black apron and my plastic soldering hat that I used for anything but its actual purpose. I pulled out my collection of knives, laying them on a table, pulling out the one that would end the man's life. The silver gleamed in the yellow artificial light, absolutely beautiful. I placed it back down, grabbing a scalpel and a blood slide before turning back to the man. I grabbed a salt packet, placing it ever so close to his nose before he woke up groggily with a jerking start.

"Wha-…?" His eyes opened up blinded by the light.

"Hello Mr. Gonzo," I greeted him with a genuine smile, my hands at my sides. "I'm glad to see you could join us."

"Us..? What the fuck is going on…?" The man tried to move but was only able to wiggle his fingertips; I smiled amused, this was the same thing that happened every time. "Wh-where am I, who the fuck are you!? Get me the fuck out of here…!"

I placed a gloved hand over his mouth and his eyes widened, seeing not a man but staring into the eyes of a killer. "I wouldn't talk to loudly Gonzo, not that it would matter. Everyone on this block is blacked out from all the drugs you probably sold them. It's their choice to kill themselves and that's fine, however it wasn't theirs," I turned his head to the pictures I had posted up. "You killed them in cold blood when they were witnesses to a drug deal gone wrong. A mother and her child, just trying to get by, living on the little scraps of food they can. They didn't deserve to die and after gloating it to the rest of the neighborhood you definitely don't deserve to live. So scream again and I'll cut out your tongue, blink of you agree."

The man had already broken into a cold sweat but blinked his response. "Good," I said and released my hand from his face.

I cut into the side of his cheek and he shuddered violently. I collected his blood onto the slide, admiring how it spread onto its new, tightly packed home. The man watched me as if I was some lunatic and to be honest I wouldn't be surprised if I was one.

"Wh-wh-what do you want man? Money!? I can give you money!?" the man began to squirm nervously, his words coming out in a stuttering mess.

I smiled warmly, my eyes dreamily half lidded, "I don't want money Gonzo." I turned to get my knife and his eyes widened, knowing this would be his last conversation.

"No d-don't k-k-k-kill me..! I don't want to die! You sick fuck, what are you!?"

My finger touched the tip of the sharp knife, the silver cleanly gleaming, close to perfection. I changed the position of the knife, ready to penetrate it straight into his heart. "I've been like this for as long as I can remember, not sure why I'm like this to be honest but I suppose it was just the way I was made. But enough of this small talk all I really want right now is your life."

I plunged in my knife and pulled it out in one swift movement. His breathing hitched, a pool of scarlet collecting and dropping out of his mouth I looked at my long time knife peacefully; the red liquid dropped slowly onto the plastic wrap. The crimson in contrast with the red was the pure essence of picture perfect. But I had no time to really focus on it, I wiped it clean and tucked the slide into my pocket. I quickly pulled out the portable power saw I had cutting the man out of his plastic prison and turned on the saw, a small whirring sound emitted from it. I made quick work of him, cutting him up quickly and placing the parts in black garbage bags, double bagged. I took down the kill room, a tedious process stuffing it all in a separate bag. The room itself was spotless, not a trace of evidence. I carefully stepped outside to survey the area for anything unusual, not a soul on street. I placed one of the bags in a trashcan. I did it in intervals, driving around the area, one bag in the back before I dumped each one in random areas. It didn't look too suspicious, just some man taking out the garbage and no one would dare think of something so ordinary to be unusual.

When I was done I was ready to head back home, cook myself a nice rib eye steak, and fall fast asleep. I parked in my private garage and walked up to my fancy apartment. I kicked my boots off and went straight to one of the floorboards in my room where I carefully lifted it up and placed my pack of knives inside while pulling out a rectangular wooden box. I opened it seeing all the blood slides that were in it yet- murders, rapists, extortionists- so many memories in my idea of fond little remnants. I put the latest one inside and it filled spot number 43. I stared at it a bit longer before placing it away and placing the floorboard carefully on top. I went into my kitchen washing my hands of anything before I opened my fridge and pulled out an expensive steak. Nothing like a nice meal after a successful kill.

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Alright so first chapter done and please feel more than free to review. I haven't introduced Cloud yet but he will appear very soon I promise you all that. Any critique, recommendations, and the like are always welcome. Hell, you can even pm me just to talk. ^_^ Take care!