:: The Leaving ::

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Disclaimer:

Well I don't own any of the characters or places used what feature in the game, the rest are mine.

I also don't own Final Fantasy.

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Authors Note:

Well here goes, my first Final Fantasy FanFic I hope you enjoy it I have written this to start of the fanfiction part in my Final Fantasy Site at http://www.ffsystem.net if you want to add your work there you are most welcome.

Thanks to Ashley and Patrick who have helped make this happen ^_^

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"I thought you might be here…"

"Huh?" A young long silvery haired turned around to regard a short man still in a white lab coat.

"Just got back from work I see"

"Yea they're really working us hard in the science department now, my pieces on work on planetary defence weapons, and I have a very demanding young apprenti…

"Hojo" The young boy interrupted

"Yes well… I did try to get home early today, with you leaving and all…"

"I know you tried, your job is important"

The tall man turned back around to face a large masamune, placed across nearly the entire width of the room held by multiple hooks spread out at equal distances.

"You spend a lot of time looking at that, I don't know why, no one can use it, well I cant at least" the older man left a short pause "… at least I'm not strong enough that's why I never became a SOLDIER…"

"After all, it is nearly three hundred years old, it hasn't left the house for nearly as long either, its just so heavy" the elder man added.

"It gives me strength." The young man started, "I come here when I face times of trouble. When I look at it, it gives me a strange feeling inside, I can think better with it near me, now I'm going to leave it, I'll be gone for up to two years, I'll miss it… and you."

Both men stood quiet, the awkward silence lasted for nearly two minutes, when the old man suddenly broke the silence.

"You take it then."

"What?!" The young man turned around to regard his father, "Are you sure?" "But no one can use it, you've said so yourself, what use would it be for me?"

"Take it, I have a feeling you will one day be able to wield the sword, carry it at all times, and hope it will help you in times of need."

"But what if it doesn't" the young man interjected.

"Sephiroth! The sword can only be used by the good and strong, you are a good person and you will be strong, you will wield it in battle, I know it."

Sephiroth slowly turned to face the large masamune, Sephiroth respectfully touching the blade to bring it down, when Sephiroth noticed dark red blood run down the blade, he quickly retracted his finger to see a cut.

"Still sharp after all this time?" commented the older man in awe.

Sephiroth touched the handle of the sword and closed his eyes; the sword made a metallic pinging sound and emitted a strange light blue light, the colour of sky just after the most beautiful sunrise over the northern crater mountain range. Sephiroth lifted the sword out of its holding clips, and Sephiroth opened his closed eyes, they for a second glowed a similar shade of blue, which made the older man gasp at the sight,

Sephiroth held the handle with a fierce grip, which made the handle shake, he then raised the sword up into the air, with so little effort, as if it was as light as a feather, he then stopped, sword high in the air. Looking like a war hero at the end of a battle. The accumulated dust from all those years fell off in a shroud. For a second both men could have swore they saw the dust cloud take the shape of an angel looking down at them, and in the blink of an eye and it was gone.

"Did you see that!" Sephiroth said in awe

"So its true, the experiment has worked," the old man thought, as Sephiroth left the room.

"Go to bed son, you'll have to be up early tomorrow to make your way to the boat crossing." Sephiroth had already gone upstairs.

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It was still pitch dark when the old man heard movement in the house, who groggily work up and got out of bed slipping on some warm looking slippers, the man walked slowly downstairs, he saw Sephiroth at the door, who turned around.

"It is time, you left home to go and work at sixteen, and I will too, I'm going to Midgar to be a SOLDIER, If I get leave I shall return."

The old man hobbled over to Sephiroth and hugged the young boy, even though Sephiroth found this to be an uncomfortable situation, he embraced the hug for a few seconds.

"Ill be proud of you whatever you do." With that he let go of his embrace.

"Thanks" Sephiroth replied as he turned around, the bright coma of the sun glazed over the horizon. Sephiroth picked up a black leather strap bag filled with his most precious belongings and took up a brisk pace, each footstep making a crunching sound in the snow from the area.

"Good bye Icicle Lodge, good bye home, good bye father" Sephiroth whispered to himself once his house he had lived in for his entire life faded into the horizon.

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Sephiroth had being working for what seemed like hours, the thick snow had being a major problem, and the strong young man even found it hard to navigate some areas. The cold had started to set in, and he could even see some scavenging wolves in the distance that had being stalking him for the past two hours of walking. It was now nearly midday, the sun was nearly at its highest position it would be, yet still it did not provide much warmth. Sephiroth knew he must reach the newly established 'bone village' the newly set up excavator's site, young archaeologists straight from university. Looking to make their careers for finding the city of the ancients, before the cold sets in, the only way to get there before night fall would be to climb straight up a steep hill and back down it again, rather than to go around.

Sephiroth started to climb up the hill, even with his strength it was a tough job, for every three steps he took, he would slip back another two steps. Getting frustrated with his progress, Sephiroth decided to use a piece of materia his father had given him on his tenth birthday, a rock containing fire. Sephiroth carelessly used the materia stone, placing it around his neck, he chanted the spell for fire, and concentrated to call its energy. A gush of fire hit the ice in front of him, instantly melting it, a gush of warm water hit Sephiroth in his chest soaking him, and knocking him down to the bottom of the hill. Profanities could be heard for miles around, until he collapsed on the floor in the ice, hypothermia had set in.

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"Hello… Hello?" A young woman's voice repeated, "can you hear me"

"Ugh" The man was hot and sweaty, his usual pale skin tone had changed to an unhealthy red.

"Ah, he's awake! Finally, are you all right, what's your name? What's the day? What year is it? Where are you from?" The blonde woman hurriedly asked

"Uhhu…"

"Woah! Slow down woman, give the man a chance, go get him some water." Replied a stocky man who appeared to be in charge of the group. "She's a bit enthusiastic isn't she, I don't know, you've being in the wars sunny" the man glowed, as Sephiroth moved back making a groan, "It's a good job you shouted out as you did, or we wouldn't have know you where there."

"Huh? Where am I?, when is this?" Sephiroth asked in an equally hurried tone to the woman.

Heh the man chuckled, "you're not going anywhere, you nearly died out there, you've being a sleep for three days, I'm head of the excavation site, you can call me Jam- "

"THREE DAYS" Sephiroth blurted, "I must leave, I must go now"

"You're not going anywhere, get some rest first" the man pushed the young man back into his bed, "Lets see how you are in the morning."

The man got up and walked out, closing the door softly behind him.

The blonde woman returned with a cup of hot soup and some water, she opened the door with her back to the bed, "So what's your name then, and what's a good looking man like you doing alone in the snow plains?"

A silence followed, and the blonde noticed a draft blow across her neck, she turned around to see the balcony windows open the bed empty and the curtains blowing in the wind like a cape.

"Oh no,"

"What now Louise, can't you see he needs some sleep?"

"He's gone" she simply replied in a mystified tone.

"What!"

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The calm waters of the channel separating the northern continent with the east continent, made the crossing an easy and short task, with little effort Sephiroth had crossed the channel on a small raft he had borrowed from Bone Village. He dumped the raft on a shore, leaving a note for its eventual finders:

To the receiver;

This raft was borrowed from bone village excavation site,

Please return it there.

Tell them thanks for their kindness to a young

Stranger who passed through them recently.

Sephiroth then turned his back on the sea, and his past life.

To start afresh, as a SOLDIER, Shin-Ra's elite.

To Midgar he thought.

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Authors Note:

Well that was chapter one, hope you enjoyed it J

Please review, all constructive criticism is accepted *cracks knuckles* ^_^

Blakey

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