A.N This is a first try at a fanfic so I'm just going to add this disclaimer in for all my fics. I do not own any of the characters in any of the Final Fantasy series or in Kingdom Hearts, if i decide to write a fic for that. This is in no way following the plot of Final Fantasy 7, all my own (somewhat crazed imagination). For those of you who do not like violence and yaoi I think you should leave now, but for all those as depraved as me, welcome :) The pairings in this are a little odd, so sue me, and i apologise for what happens later in the story to a certain few characters, don't hate me. I am sorry for the graphic scenes, I just couldn't help it, they did it themselves i tell you. anyway enough rambling, please enjoy.
Cloud: What the hell was that all about?
Sephiroth: Buggered if I know. Shall we just leave her to her insanity?
Cloud: I think that might be best, lets just let everyone read this fic.

Phantasmal Abduction pokes out her tongue and sulks. Leaving you all to read this crazed piece of writing

Sephiroth's heart.

1. Green Eyes in Shadow

The night parted silently and a figure slipped out of the shadows into a small pool of moonlight. His jade green eyes darted around the still scene and took in the half hidden sentries, whose stares were fixed on the captivating ritual being enacted.

A guard turned slightly and yawned widely causing the silhouette to again merge with the shadow of the trees. As the guard turned back to the ceremony the shadowy form suddenly materialized behind him; breaking his neck in one swift, fluid movement and lowering him to the ground without a sound; then he drew his immense battle-blade. The rest of the sentries were unaware that behind them, a shadow visited soundless death on them, one by one, as the ritual continued oblivious.

This was to change. The priests conducting the ceremony became aware that something was amiss in the surrounding woods when a dying guard managed to grab a tree branch and snap it off as he fell, choking silently to the ground. The gathering of Starmardi was immediately alert to the menace that threatened them but none of them had any clue as to the malevolent nature of the being.

While the gathering milled around in consternation, the killer took the chance to swoop out of the trees like an avenging angel. He took life indiscriminately and without pity. He was the incarnation of death itself and all fell before his flashing blade.

One or two of the priests attempted to resist the pitiless death being visited by the expert killer; one jumping onto his back while the other went for his sword-hand. All that was accomplished through this brave feat was for the hood of the executioner's cloak to be ripped away, letting loose a river of fine silver hair that glowed in the pale moonlight, almost seeming alive. The slayer dispatched the ill-fated priests with two quick sweeps of his blade and turned dispassionately back to the scene of carnage.

Only one being lived to reflect on the slaughter of the innocent gathering, and even this Watcher could not recall a coherent version of events. All that would come into the Watcher's mind was an impression of wild, long, silver hair, flowing with his swift movements and unrelenting death.

The Watcher smiled down at the whirl of deadly blade and blazing hair. This was the Assassin.