A/N: This could be a oneshot but that all depends on you all. I hope you like it~

"Oh-em-gee," said my friend Hikari as she gazed at the crowd near the Shinra building, "can you believe that the first classed soldiers are coming out? They're, like, gods."

I rolled my eyes. Typical Hikari; she was such a fan girl when it came to the first classed soldiers. I admired them for their bravery but surely there were more important things than those men. Everyone in the media treated them like rock gods but it was only because of their successes in battling, I was sure. I had a miniature, not-quite crush on Sephiroth, the silver haired general, but it was only because he rescued me from my old house that caught on fire. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been found or living in the present time.

It seemed the soldiers did have souls because Sephiroth came and visited me while I was in the hospital. He left me some sweets and flowers but I bet he only did it because he had a conscience. Hikari pestered me if he said anything to me but in fact he only said "feel better" and left. Such a gentleman. I thought the nurses would confiscate the sweets but they did nothing because Sephiroth ensured that I should have them. Because he was so charming, the nurses gave in and let me have them.

"Here they come, here they come!" squealed Hikari, shaking me by the shoulder enough to make me fall over.

I looked and saw the familiar silver haired man, auburn haired man in a red trench coat, and the dark haired man in traditional soldier clothes. They smiled and waved for the cameras and fans which caused Hikari to scream in my ear excitedly. I had to shake my head because my ears rang painfully. Why did she have to scream so loud over three men? I mean, come on, sure they were handsome and heroic but they were normal people (aside from the Mako thing).

For one wild moment, I saw Sephiroth's feline-like eyes lock to me and I felt a flush travel up my neck and flood my cheeks. To regain my composure, I averted my gaze and focused on the Sector 8 water fountain that was located near LOVELESS Avenue. Hikari, of course, screamed again and jumped around like a normal lovesick seventeen year old girl would. She actually swore to me that she would marry one of them but I had to remind her they were eight years older than her and probably got dozens of marriage proposals.

"Haruka," squealed Hikari, shaking me again. "Sephiroth is coming towards you! Look!"

I looked up and, true to her word, Sephiroth, the silver haired, feline eyed general, was coming towards them in a sweeping fashion. As usual, his face was impassive but his eyes held a sliver of concern. I couldn't help but look at the open area in his coat and stare at his muscles built by training and missions. My cheeks heated up again and I shifted on my feet nervously. By the time I looked back up, Sephiroth was standing right in front of me, looking down at me, as well as journalists and reporters. Why oh why did he have to have so many fans?

"How are you doing?" he asked in that soft, low voice of his that caused me to shuffle my feet nervously (again). "Are your burns healing?"

Oh, he was referring to the second degree burns I got in the house fire, and yes they were healing. "I'm fine, thanks," I replied, patting myself on the shoulder mentally that I spoke to him without stuttering, burping, and/or coughing. "The burns don't hurt that bad now. Thanks for saving me. I guess I never thanked you properly because I was high on pain meds."

To my surprised, he gave me a small smile and relaxed his stance in front of me. He nodded to Hikari, who was to dumbstruck to respond back, before talking to me again. "There's no thanks necessary," he said professionally. "It's my duty to protect the civilians."

"No, seriously," I said, crossing my arms across my chest. "I would have been a goner if you didn't save me. My name is Haruka Gainsborough, nice to see you again, General Sephiroth." The titles were probably not necessary but he gave off that intimidating air that made me say that.

"At ease, soldier," he said in a, doth my ears deceive me, teasing tone. "Well, I should go back. Nice seeing you again, Miss Gainsborough." With a wave of his hand, he turned on his heel gracefully and swept back to his friends with the reporters following him, snapping pictures and firing questions that concerned me and him.

"Can you believe it, Haruka?" Hikari whispered in an excited tone. "He knows your name. You didn't tell me about the house fire, though. What happened?" Her blue eyes locked to my brown ones in concern.

"Some punks threw a lit cigarette at my house when they were done with it," I answered scornfully, still feeling bitter about the loss of my house. "I didn't wake up until the smoke filled my room and I was surrounded. When I tried to open my door, the doorknob burned my hand, which redirects back to this." I held up my bandaged right hand in a gesturing way. "The neighbors called the soldier director and a few operatives and Sephiroth arrived to the scene. Sephiroth broke through my bedroom window and pulled me to safety. I had to go to the hospital for second degree burns on my hand and for the crap they had to heal. Thank God for Sephiroth."

"So that's how he knew you," said Hikari, as we walked around Sector 8. "He seems to have a crush on you, Rukie."

I gave her a look that clearly told her I wasn't amused. "Kari," I said in my best "duh" voice, "it's just not logical. Sure, he's handsome and charming but there are more important things than relationships. I'm just thankful he saved me." I flipped my dark brown hair over my shoulder—I actually had waist length hair but I had layered locks that went to my jawbone.

"Oh, come on, Rukie," said Hikari, rolling her eyes in irritation. "You have a great figure, a funny personality under that ice-cube exterior, and great hair, and that is not just coming from me. Your little sister Aerith says she's surprised you don't have any boys flocking to you."

I looked down to examine my figure. My waist was trim because I exercised by helping Aerith sell flowers and catch the children that thieved from unsuspecting strangers. My breasts were pretty normal sized for a seventeen year old—not too big and not too small. I had long legs and stood at five foot six, which was rather tall for a girl my age. Unlike the people that lived in the upper plates, my clothes pretty much consisted only of summer dresses like Aerith's, cheap jeans, tank tops, and camisoles. Despite being from the slums, I kept myself well-groomed and had enough money to get by—well, that was until my old house burned down; Aerith let me stay with her until I could get a new house. Does anyone know how hard it is to get a decent house in the slums?

"Oh, stop it, Kari," I said dryly. "If I were to get a boyfriend, I'd buy a new house first."

Hikari was apart to break me off like the hopeless romantic she was but I broke her off, saying, "Come on, Kari, we need to get back to the slums. Aerith is expecting us, remember?"

"Oh, right," said Hikari sheepishly, shuffling her feet.

With that said, we ran off to get to the Sector 1 train station which was the easiest way to the church in the slums.

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(Third Person POV)

Sephiroth sat down on one of the couches on level 49, pondering over the girl he saved weeks prior. He was thankful that she treated him with such normality but he couldn't shake how those big brown eyes stared at him so innocently, so gratefully. She was so little and petite that he could surely break her but she held herself with an air of pride. He was Sephiroth, the silver haired, stone hearted general, but the cute little girl who was about seventeen, caught between a girl and a woman.

"Sephiroth," said Angeal's voice from behind him, "you coming to train with me and Genesis? Even though we're first classes, we need to hone our abilities."

Typical Angeal; always talking about honor, dreams, discipline, and so forth.

"I'm coming," answered Sephiroth, standing gracefully to join his friend. "Tell Genesis that he should watch himself because I'm going to be at the top of my game."

"Is that a challenge?" asked Genesis from a few paces behind Angeal, smirking mischievously.

"You bet it is," said Sephiroth toughly. "Now, let's go." With that, the three walked off to the training room to hone their skills and compare their abilities.

A/N:…And CUT! I might continue this and reveal who really lit Haruka's house on fire and why. Poor, naïve little Sephiroth. Well, I hope you all like it enough to review. Like I said, I might continue if I get good reviews. Leave nice ones or Sephiroth will make you into a shichkabob! No pressure or anything.