I know a lot of other peoples probably have had the same idea, and posted it out. Yet, I felt like trying. Just for information; Angeal, Genesis and Sephiroth are old enough to have seventeen-year-old children in this one, which means they are older than in the games.

Sorry if the grammar and such is horrible.

Disclaimer; I don't own any of this, except from my OCs, it all belongs to Square Enix.

Chapter 1

The rain fell hard over the floating city of Midgar, taking what sounded like a thunderstorm with it.

A young girl tried to make her hair lay down as she travelled through the outdoor, yet beneath roof, areas of the centre of what once would be the world's largest city. It really was a good thing she didn't have as long hair as her friend, whose hair reached her all the way down her spine. Shoulder-short fitted her perfectly.

Why had she been ordered out here anyway? The weather was wet and cold, and now she was sure to get sick, if she was able to, that is. Besides, the person she was supposed to meet didn't even show up!

The young girl closed her eyes for a minute, hiding away the colour for a moment. Glowing dark-blue eyes was a trademark of her position, and heritage. A SOLDIER, and yet the daughter of another SOLDIER.

Perfect dark blue eyes. A blessing or a curse.

So, after waiting for over an hour, she had decided to go back inside and find her friends. Now, where were those two?

As soon as the thought had left her head, the girl instantly knew where her two friends were. With a headshake, she pulled into a run pass the guards and toward the lift leading up to the SOLDIER floor and it's bathrooms.

There, just as she had expected, she found one of the doors – the one just beneath the air ventilation – closed.

The girl got down on her stomach and crawled under it, not surprised to find it empty. She didn't worry about her clothes getting dirty; she had a feeling that the room only had three users.

She stepped up on the top of the toilet, carefully pushed the grid that blocked the way, up and to the right, before grabbing a hold on the sides and dragging herself all the way up. As she worked, thoughts of how stupid it must look if she was so unlucky, ran through her head.

Once she was finally all the way up, she started to crawl toward the left – where an unusual warm air came from - and soon she could hear a conversation going on up a head.

"Come on! It has to be warm down there! Take off your upper uniforms!" two girls at her age laid leaned over another grid, looking down on what was going on below them. A green glow also indicated that one of them held a materia right above it. Most likely a fire one, considering the warm air coming from them.

The girl shook her head, laughing silently of her two best friends. How long had it been since they had found out about this secret? Two years? Yet she couldn't even count how many times they had been up here, gazing at the boys who practiced in the training room. So childish - most of them with a burning desire to be just like their heroes -, unaware of the curious eyes watching them from above.

The black-haired girl coughed to get her friends' attention, and as they both froze – believing her to be someone else -, the girl felt a laugh growing up inside her before it escaped over light-coloured lips.

The nearest girl, a redhead whose hair reached to her shoulders, just like the other girl's, dressed in a typical, black SOLDIER uniform with huge, black shoulderplates on and a simple, rust-red, short jacket over, turned her head to put a pair of glowing grey, almost light-blue, eyes on her friend. Her turning allowed the first girl to see the green materia in her left hand.

"Not funny, Angie," she whispered, a look of surprise and relief in her eyes.

"I got you, though, didn't I?"

"For a moment, even I thought it was your father," the third girl said in a low voice, giving her black-haired friend a glowing, green-eyed, hard stare from beneath silver-coloured hair. Just like the two other girls, this one was also dressed in a black uniform with shoulderplates, however, hers were silver-coloured instead of black, and her top was silver and black, instead of only black.

The first girl scratched the back of her head.

"Do we really sound that alike when we cough?" two manic nods were the only answer she got. She sighed for a moment, before she opened her mouth again, making sure to stay quiet so that the boys below them didn't understand that they were under observation.

"What do you guys say to a mission tomorrow?"

"Like what?" the silver-haired girl asked.

"Observation in the Slums, just to make sure everything's fine."

"You want to go shopping again, don't you, Angel?" the redhead gave her a look as the black-haired girl blushed.

"Okay, fine, I found an awesome materia-shop below the plate. They sell the type who isn't manipulated by ShinRa."

"Seriously, natural ones?"

"Yup, and they have a lovely bookstore down there, Evelyn, of the kind you will never find above the plate. There, they only sell the new ones. This one also sells old ones, those you can hardly find anymore."

The redhead stared at her friend.

"You mean it, don't you?"

"Sure I do, Eve. Would I ever lie to you?"

"Sorry to interrupt you two in something that could easily become an interesting conversation, but could we get out of here? Some of the boys finally noticed that it is unusual warm down there, and I don't want to have them finding out about this," the silver-headed girl commented, her green eyes fixed on the grid.

"Okay, then we will move out, Sylvette," Evelyn commanded, waving at Angel to go back to the entrance.

*~^:^~*

Once all three of them stood inside the bathroom, Evelyn and Sylvette started to tell Angel about what they had seen during their time up there.

"I think we got a new set of Thirds; I haven't seen those boys we just watched before."

"Anyone hot out of them?"

"Nah, not really."

"Thank you, Sylvie, but you are missing the fact that at least one of them got a pretty good six pack."

"Can someone please tell me when we started to act like fourteen-year-old-girls?"

"I have no idea. But I have to go now; Dad wants me to help him with the dinner."

"Yeah, I have to go too; 'Loveless' starts for the season today, and Dad literally bribed me into coming with him."

"And I have some training to finish."

"See you tomorrow, then," Angel gave her friends a wave before she turned around and walked out of the room, heading toward the part of the building that held the apartments for the Firsts.

Evelyn turned toward Sylvette, grinning widely.

"I take it that you are heading toward the training room, then? Hope the warm won't affect your training." With that, she too left the room.

Sylvette smiled after them, before she moved out of the bathroom and toward her destination for the day.

*~^:^~*

"So, care to explain why I'm putting on for three?" Angel gave her father a questioning look as she put the dishes on the table.

The room smelled of well-made chicken breast with all sorts of lovely sauces. It even went over the familiar smell of home and safety that she always felt invading her nose each time she walked through the door leading into their little home. Not that is was very little. The kitchen and living-room were one big room, with huge windows who gave a nice overlook over the gardens. Plants of all sorts stood placed all over the room; on tables, on the floor, or hanging on the walls. A three-part couch stood around a glass-table in the middle of the room, with a TV on the opposite side. All you needed for a little kitchen stood in a corner, behind the dinning-table, where Angel was busy with decorating. Bookshelf and pictures covered the parts where no plants stood, and several chairs were placed around the room. A stair leaded up to another level, where three doors leaded into the bathroom, Angel's bedroom, and her father's bedroom.

The man who the girl had inherited her black hair and glowing eyes from, continued the cooking before he answered her. The cooking was a thing they shared doing, and tonight it was his turn.

"You know the apprentice I took up, right?" he said, his voice soft and comfortable. The girl gave him a wondering look.

"The Puppy?"

"Yes. I wanted him to meet you."

This turned all of a sudden into a rather interesting evening.

*~^:^~*

"Oh, Mister Rhapsodos! It's so lovely to meet you here today!" Evelyn sighed as they were stopped for the hundredth time that evening. Why couldn't these women just leave them alone when they were on their way to the theatre? Had they even considered the fact that maybe they didn't want to be stopped twenty-four seven?

They had only been walking down Loveless Avenue! This was why she hated to walk outside with her father. He got stopped far too many times.

She had changed from her uniform for the evening. Now she wore a grey dress with her jacket over, high-heeled black boots, and a grey purse.

Even her father had changed for tonight.

One of the women who had stopped them turned her look over to the redhead.

"And who is this lovely, young girl?" her father put an arm around her shoulders, holding her close to him like any other protective Dad.

"This is my daughter, Evelyn," he told her, his voice filled with pride.

"What a lovely name! If I ever get a daughter, I will be sure to name her something as lovely as yours!"

The girl stared at the ground beneath her feet. This woman really overused the word 'lovely'. Yet, she blushed at the compliments on her name.

Maybe the evening wouldn't turn out that bad.

*~^:^~*

Lights were reflected through the training room as swords hit each other. The sound of metal against metal was enough to make everyone leave the room in a hurry. The SOLDIERs knew better than to interfere when the General and his daughter were training. That could end deadly for even the best fighter out there.

The entire room was in a mess of black, silver and green as two shades moved around much quicker than normal people.

Then, the smallest off them was thrown to the floor, her sword flying through the air before hitting the wall behind her. Sylvette got up again almost as fast as she had fallen, but stopped dead in her tracks of regaining her sword once she noticed her father coming closer.

"You need to train on your focus," he told her, passing her by. The girl stared at the floor, not even moving as her father picked up her sword – a copy of his own, being even longer than the girl herself. The man walked in front of her again, turning the sword around for her to take.

As Sylvette gripped a hold on it, she could feel the pride her father felt. It was even enough to make her stare up at him, almost dropping the sword again as she saw his small smile.

"We try again."

And she would do her best, even if she didn't want to be like him.

A/N: Hope you like it and that it wasn't a waste of your time. Please let me know if you would like to read more of it.