A one-shot written for a Livejournal prompt community.

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It was all over and he didn't know how it'd come to this. One bout of insanity after the 15-year-old's first sexual experience, and that woman lied still in his bed, eyes wide and unblinking.

"Let's go someplace quiet," she'd told him before.

Sephiroth had met her outside of the Shin-Ra building one day. She was just some slum girl that he hardly knew, but he'd desired her. That was before. Weeks before. Now, he'd been in the lab all day and just wanted some fresh air. He's seen her in the Sector 4 shopping district and they registered in each other's eyes. She smiled at him. It'd been her biggest mistake.

The teenager knew little about attraction… but something about her drew him in from the start. She was older, knowledgeable in the world of beds and blankets, and would gladly go home with him.

On their way out of Sector 4, she clung to his arm and matched his stride. He intrigued her; how many boys had silver hair and such stunning blue eyes?

"Why are you… like this? I'm a stranger to you," Sephiroth mumbled as they walked. "For all you know, I could be a murderer." His words were serious, but she simply laughed.

"A murderer? You're just a boy," she reasoned. It sounded like she was trying to convince him of this fact more than she knew. "Besides, strangers don't matter when it comes to lust." He frowned at this. Only now did he worry that she may be a prostitute, a thought that left a bad taste in his mouth. Sephiroth's pace slowed. "Now, now!" she scolded, matching his frown. "You should be happy a woman is so taken with you."

That was all he could remember of the time before the blur of bed sheets and naked bodies that night. It had been exhilarating; that much he was sure of. Sephiroth mentally traced his actions. He'd held her down, gave himself to her over and over while she cried for just one more time. It went on like this and his mind grew blank. He'd lost control. His consciousness had turned into a prisoner forced to watch while his body acted without command.

His hands had found her throat, and while she struggled for breath, he'd kept pace with his hips, never letting it stop. He mixed her wildest pleasures with her worst nightmares and refused to let it end.

And now, because of whatever madness had possessed him, the girl was there, on the bed, and the SOLDIER was halfway across the room, cowering in fear. He didn't know what to do with this terrible situation.

He hadn't even known her name.