A/N:

A little story that didn't really fit in 'The Devil Wears High Heels'.

Enjoy!

Word Count: 273

Disclaimer: I own nothing but a plotline and a strange imagination.

The Tattoo

By Catsitta

"What is that?" Hojo demanded, "Sephiroth, what is that?" His pasty face was flushed with anger as he jabbed a finger at his prized specimen's shoulder.

The silver-haired General tossed her head stubbornly, crossing her long legs. She may have to sit clad in next-to-nothing for her examinations, but that did not mean her pride was dampened any. "It's a tattoo, Professor." She told him nonchalantly. "SOLDIERs get them all the time."

"You aren't just any SOLDIER! You're supposed to be above all of that nonsense."

Sephiroth shook her head and slid off the table, ignoring Hojo's continuing rant in favor of dressing.

"Come back here!"

"I'd rather not." She informed him as she buckled the front of her trench coat. "You are merely going to lecture me about defacing my body or some other hypocritical garble." Sephiroth then proceeded to hold up and ungloved hand to show the man the ink that marked it. "Personally, you have no room to talk about it since you did this to me when I was a child."

Hojo stared back into Sephiroth's eyes, his own gaze unrelenting. They both knew what the 1 tattooed on the back of her hand represented. It was a cold, unrelenting reminder of her place in the world. She was a project. An experiment. The first of her kind .

Then, in silence, she turned away, yanking her gloves on.

It had been years since she even thought about the mark. But now was not the time to start. The ink on her back was her rebellion. An outcry for freedom.

After all, angels can't fly with only one wing.

fin

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