Author Note: First story I'm posting on here. I've written on other sites (Might recognize the username) but I figured, let me start off with something dark and unusualy xD I got inspiration for this after seeing this pairing on youtube. They somehow beautifully meld. And the crossover makes sense! It works! It isn't crack fiction Rikku and.. Selphie grew up together, it's like the games! Hoorah! This is after X-2 (with the sad ending) and also after DoC and the ff7 saga ends. This is, yet again, another rebirth of Sephiroth. It'll make sense later on (Though, do they ever give much explanation for his inability to die in the first place? ;P) Read and review please. Not my best but hopefully still good ^_^

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I told you I would be okay without you.

I lied.

I did it for you. I tried, I really did. I went through the routine. Wake up, get dressed. Fix my hair. Smile over breakfast at Rikku who babbled on about the new boy in her life. Of course, he wanted nothing to do with her. She had the worst taste in men. The conversations always got me thinking back to you though, Tidus. How you were the best man I had ever met. But you're gone now.

I'd go to singing lessons until tweleve, and then grab lunch at the old café. I like it for its quietness – no one ever comes there. Then I go back home, read up on the goings on of things, and then I'd clean myself up, tidy the house, and make dinner. I never wait up for the bouncy blonde cousin of mine; I'm always in bed by nine.

But how do you live, when your lungs collapse with every breath you breathe?

You just keep breathing, because they haven't collapsed enough to stop you yet.

And when your body begs you to stay in bed, because your emotional pain has spilled over to that of a physical pain?

You tell yourself to get up because the pain is in your head.

And when your mind gives? Every moment, another dull, black, monotonous moment you've felt before?

You get used to the feeling.

When you don't feel anymore?

Well, then you're already dead.

And I am. I think. It's dark. My body is numbingly cold. I feel like I'm suffocating, but I'm utterly calm. This is a relief I've longed for, and for that, I face it with a smile.

But where are you? I search the darkness for your light, your oh so radiant light, but I can see nothing but blackness. Where are you, Tidus? I long for your light to envelope me in warmth. I'm so terribly cold..

Light. Lots of light. Too much light. It's blinding. I want to smile but it's too much, too much light. A soft voice in my head asks, "Where did you come from?"

It's distant and low but too close for my liking. An unfamiliar voice with a deep, coarse tone. Dark, and just a bit menacing. Despite being enveloped in light, I feel the darkness radiating from it. I feel cold even under the gentle warm touch on my arms I now feel. It isn't you Tidus, I know that much. Who are you? Who- "Who are you?"

"I've been called many names by many people. Bastard, evil, sinner, hatred embodified.. But you may call me Sephiroth."

My eyes shoot open – they had been closed? – to meet two cerulean ones. A smile falls on his lips at my horrified expression. I struggle from his grasp, though he's not really holding me tight. I just can't seem to find two feet to stand on.

As I stumble after trying to stand for the third time, he grabs my arm and holds me up. There's a certain curiousness, if not a worried expression, in his eyes, "Your turn. Who are you?"

After a moment of silence, he spoke again, "I'm not going to kill you, you know. You could atleast give me a name."

"Y-You don't know me? My name is Yuna."

"You aren't from here, are you?" The man, Sephiroth, lamented, "How peculiar.."

"I really should be getting home." I nod eagerly, pulling my arm from his grasp as I was now able to stand on my own two feet, "Which way to Spira?"

"Spira.." Sephiroth's eyes narrow, "Certainly not from here. Tell me, Yuna, what happened before you woke up?"

"I-" I blush. I can't help it. To tell a complete stranger that you were begging through silent tears for an escape from your misery, that's just well, plainly embarrassing, "I don't remember-"

"Liar."

"What?" I took a step back, surprised, and disgusted by his rudeness.

"Your eyes, peculiar as they are, gave you away. First they stared at the ground, presumably as you deliberated telling me. Then with a hard edge I was yet to see in them, you told me you didn't remember anything. Which was a lie."

"I think I should be going. Not so nice meeting you, Sephiroth-" I turned to take off.

"You have nowhere to go." The words halted my movement, "This is Gaia. A planet ruined by evil, by greed, and by the imbetweens."

"The imbetweens?"

"Those who do bad things but wish they could be good. Confused lot, damned souls they are, but they have heart. There are monsters too."

"This sounds a lot like what home was like.."

"Your world too had monsters?"

"This doesn't make sense. There are not many worlds. There is one. Where is my cousin? My ship? My home.."

"Tell me, in your world, who were you?"

"I.. I was a sender. I was dedicated to saving the lives of Spira, even if it meant my own death. But instead, someone, a person much better then myself, went in my place. It was just so.. wrong.." My lips form a thin tight line as I restrain tears. I don't understand Tidus. Where am I?

"You're.. broken." Sephiroth stepped closer, "You tried to be the hero but being the hero comes with severe repercussions, doesn't it?"

I remained silent, watching him with careful eyes as he paced back and forth, "Yuna, this is your chance. Two broken people.. perhaps together, we can be, whole."

"I don't understand-" I shook my head fiercely, "I must get home. I don't understand anything-" I took off in a run, but my legs failed me once more. My knees collided harshly with the cement pavement. My hands went out instinctively to stop me from completely crumpling. From my hands and knees, I watched as my blood soaked into the cracks underneath me. Tears ran down to the tip of my nose before dropping to the ground and mixing with my splattered red rivers. Was this all I had left?

He knelt beside me, a gentle hand on my shoulder, ignoring as his silver hair became tainted, dragging in my blood. With a calm, strong voice, he said, "I could kill you, for your bad manners."

I scowled through tears, "Then do it."

He laughs, "Yuna, have you not only lost your home, but your head?"

"You said you were broken," I find the inner strength to grab him by the collar with both hands so our eyes met, "You'd know that a broken life is a life not of living, but of constant, slow, miserable dying."

He stared at me, before his pale, cold fingers found my hands and pulled them rather easily from his collar. With what I swore were saddened eyes, he whispered, "Yet still we are living."

He understands.