Disclaimer: I no own Vincent or Sephiroth. I might own a couple of people here and there.

Yoru: Konnichiwa!

Kuronue: Yo!

Yoru: This is my first FF7 fic. Everyone will be very OC, because for one thing Sephie's not evil, and for another Vince isn't angst-ridden.

Kuronue: This is kind of like a beginning for the two.

Yoru: Except they're not going to turn evil or anything.

Kuronue: This is also AU. Now that we're done with all the details, on with the story!

Vincent Valentine woke slowly. He stretched leisurely, yawning. Another day for the homeless. He climbed out of his wooden box, the thing that had been his home since he could remember. It was large, bigger than a refrigerator box. He could stand or lay down comfortably. He had found it when he was six years old. Because of it, he could give his place in the homeless shelters to someone who couldn't find something like his box. He smiled. The streets were alive, the day was young, and he was…hungry. Crap.

He set off to find some food. The first place he went was behind the Pizza Parlor. Just in time! A waiter was pouring out the morning's leftovers!

"Hey, Vince! Get over here, man, someone left almost an entire half of a Supreme pizza!" the waiter called. Vincent smiled and took the pizza. It would last him until dinnertime.

"Thanks, Jack!" he called as he ran home with his prize. The second he got there, however, he realized someone was in his crate. He gently put his pizza down and crept over to his box. Some people were hostile. He peered into a hole in the wall.

All he could see from here was silver hair, falling down his visitor's back. Perhaps it was an old person. But somehow, that hair looked too vibrant to be an old homeless person's…suddenly the person was out of his line of sight. He heard a thud at the door to his box, and ran around to look.

A boy about his age lay on the ground. He was gorgeous. His silver hair spread around him in an almost artistic pattern, and his eyes, open and glaring at Vincent, were an unearthly shade of green. They…glowed.

"St-stay aw-way. I-I'll k-k-kill y-you…" the boy said, his voice weak. Vincent knelt next to him.

"Uh-huh. This is my box you're trespassing in." He backed up a pace as the boy made a halfhearted lunge at him, collapsing again.

"B-back o-off…"

"Dude, you can't even stand. What are you going to do to me?" Vincent was aware of the mockery in his tone, but he was rather miffed about this boy being in his box. The boy glared, then suddenly his eyes rolled back into his head, and he passed out. Vincent blinked. Then he sighed, picked the boy up, and carried him into his box.

Sephiroth woke up a few hours later. He couldn't tell where he was, but he could feel rough blankets covering him. THEY wouldn't have covered him up. He must be safe. He turned his head, to see the boy he had been threatening earlier. He could see the boy's profile, and his eyes widened.

His rescuer was beautiful. His dark hair fell past his waist, kept out of his ruby eyes by a scarlet headband. His features were finely chiseled into pale skin. He turned, and their eyes met.

"So you're awake. That's good," his rescuer said, smiling, "Are you feeling all right?"

Sephiroth nodded. "Yes, thank you."

The dark-haired boy came over to him and sat.

"So. What's your name? Mine's Vincent," he said after a moment.

"Sephiroth." He smiled a bit as Vincent cocked his head.

"That's a weird name," he said nonchalantly. Sephiroth turned over.

"They gave it to me." Sephiroth knew it wasn't much information, but he was still tired. He barely heard Vincent's voice above him.

"Rest, dude. You're still tired. I can see it in your eyes, crazy as they are. You can tell me more later." Vincent pulled the blankets up to Sephiroth's chin. Sephiroth opened his mouth to say more, but instead fell asleep under Vincent's crimson gaze.