A/N: Hey everybody! This is my first fanfic, well my first one to post up here anyway. Hope you people enjoy it!

Disclaimer-I do NOT own any of the original FFVII characters that come up or the cities that the characters visit. I DO own everything else.

Chance Meeting

A man wearing a black cloak was perched on top of a large boulder that was on the edge of a cliff. He was peering down through his binoculars at a figure on a bike. The man followed the figure as it sped through the wastelands and marked down its location on a notebook. He muttered, "Hm…The boy is here at exactly 6 again. Excellent…This is where his nightmares shall become reality." The man stepped back into a shadow and disappeared.

The boy didn't notice that he had been observed for a few weeks. Not that he cared. When he reached his destination, he stopped for a moment to look up at the sky. It was filled with stars, despite his close proximity with one of the biggest cities in the world. He almost lost himself, looking up at the stars, but remembered why he was where he was when he thought of his family. He grabbed the bouquet of flowers that was strapped to the back of his seat and walked towards two tombstones. On the way, he observed his reflection through his sword, making sure he looked neat. It was silly, he knew, but he always made sure he was neat before he visited his parent's graves. He ran his hand through his shoulder length, raven hair, making sure it was neat and not wild from the ride. He then patted down his clothes, straightening out creases and such. He was wearing a black jacket with dark blue cuffs, a dark blue sleeveless shirt, and baggy, black leather pants. Satisfied, he sheathed his sword and stopped in front of the graves.

The boy muttered a few prayers and wishes, and bowed. He placed the bouquet in between the graves, and took out his traveling pack and delved into its depth, finally emerging with two plates and a bundle of food. He placed the food onto the plates and placed one before each grave. He whispered a few more prayers and bowed down twice to each grave. After that, he collected the food and piled it onto one plate, and began to snack on it. He found a rock to lean against and ate as he looked at the stars again. He never knew why, but he always felt at peace here, at his parent's grave. The graves of Vincent Valentine and Lucrecia. Well, more like his grandparents. He never really like his parents, and shunned him the very moment the opportunity arose. It was probably because they tried to be normal. Even his father was ashamed of his heritage, of being a Valentine.

When he was done with his meal, the boy packed everything and stowed it away into his traveling pack. While he walked back, his thoughts were still on his parents and how angry he was at them. He never noticed the wind whispering something to him. It was trying to warn him, trying to tell him of his future. He never noticed until he stopped by his bike. His body stiffened and his hand hovered near the handle of his sword.

"Kaine…You may find solace here…But running away doesn't solve anything…This place shall be your nightmares…"

As if he didn't already know. He knew running away didn't help. He knew running away was just a temporary relief from the problems he's always faced with. But he did it anyway. He always went back to the graves of his "parents." Kaine jumped on his bike and sat there for a moment, but then, a thought struck him. How did he hear the wind? Why was it speaking to him? Was it the planet's method of communicating with him? And what did it mean by nightmares? It couldn't possibly be talking about his…No, it can't be. He shook it off and sped towards the city, his home, Nibelheim.

Yes, Nibelheim is now a city. People began flocking there ever since it was known that it was the hometown of Cloud Strife and Tifa Lockheart. As people began settling around the core town, it grew into a metropolis, and gained business from travelers crossing the mountains between Nebelheim and Rocket City(yes, Rocket Town became a city also). It was a far cry from the former Nibelheim, the fake one which ShinRa had constructed. Of course, Kaine was raised in the ShinRa Mansion, the now permanent residence of the Valentine family. Sure, they had a few quirks in their genes that made them go mad sometimes, but other than that, they were a respected family in the city. After all, Kaine's father was mayor of the city.

However, that kind of life was not for Kaine. He had an adventurous spirit, and often rebelled against his father, which didn't set a good example for the family. After all that was the most important thing in the world, wasn't it? Well, it was, to his father. That's the part that he hated most. His father would order Kaine around, instructing him to be more proper, have more manners, and be more of a gentleman. Whenever there was a formal party, Kaine was forced to go, forced to wear a suit, forced to be someone he was not.

In fact, that was why he was heading back to Nibelheim at the moment. His father was hosting a party celebrating Holy Day, or the day that the world was finally saved. He shifted the gear on his bike and sped off, tearing through the wasteland. At the edge of the city, he slowed down and cruised through the streets, finally stopping in front of the ShinRa Mansion. Of course, the party was being held there. There was a far grander hall for it. He just stopped by in order to change his clothes. He walked in and ran to his room, checking the time on his watch.

'Damn! Only ten minutes left! Good thing I've already got my pants on,' he thought as he tore through his wardrobe. He finally found a button up shirt to his liking. It was black with blue stripes running down. He put it on and grabbed his dress jacket and jumped out from his window. He locked the door, hopped onto his bike, and sped through the streets, finally arriving at the hall.

As usual, his little sister was outside, greeting the guests as the walked in through the threshold of the hall. When he walked up, his sister whispered, "Late again! Sometimes I wonder Kaine…Anyway, hurry in before Dad explodes. And you look great. Hopefully he'll forgive you." Kaine shrugged and grinned as he said, "You look good too, little sister of mine. Well, hurry up and come in, Jenny. I don't want any guys to hit on you. I am your brother after all."

Kaine walked in and straightened out his suit. The party was just starting, but almost everybody was already there. There were CEOs, directors, celebrities, etc. everywhere. It was the usual grand party that rich people throw. Of course, there was the classical music in the background. Not bothering to look for his father, Kaine headed straight for the bathroom. He needed to smarten up before his father found him. When he entered, he headed straight for one of the washing bowls and looked at himself through the mirror. He watered his hand a bit and ran it through his hair, smoothing it out into a respectable form. He then washed his face, rubbing off a bit of the grime from the food he ate. Done with making himself look like the good, dashing 25 year old he was, he headed out.

As he walked towards the food table, some people stared and pointed towards him. He knew why they were doing it. After all, he was the mayor's son, wasn't he? But there was also another reason. His eyes were mismatched. One was blood red while the other was hazel, flaked with amber. The eyes of his grandparents. He was the only one who had these eyes. His father had blood red eyes, just like his grandfather, while his little sister had inherited his mother's clear blue eyes. Why his eyes were mismatched was an enigma, even to him, but it apparently drew chicks in, which he didn't mind.

He finally got to the buffet section, and managed to get there quite successfully. No "family friends" to dodge, no pesky father to avoid. So far, the party was going great. He grabbed a plate and picked his food as he went down the table. By the time he was done, he had two plates filled with food. He balanced them on one arm, got a large glass of soda, and sat down at a random table, which just happened to be by the dance floor.

While he was stuffing his face, he never noticed a figure walk up to him. A shame too. If he had, he would've stopped his horrible table manners and immediately straightened up. The person stopped and stood next to him, looking at him with a hint of amusement on her face. She set down her plate and sat across from him, and watched him. Kaine never noticed her until he lifted his head to drink some of his soda. Well, he didn't really drink it. It was more of a spewing out kind of drinking. He immediately cleaned himself up and said in a disgruntled manner, "Well what do you know. You're back."

"Yes," she replied. "A chance meeting, don't you think?"

A/N: I don't know exactly where this story will go, but I did sketch a plot for it...Don't really expect the second chapter to be up until sometime after June though, since my stupid school ends on the last day of June. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed it, and review!