Summary: Think about it. What was Seph like prior to Nibelheim? Did he ever have sick days, hangovers, telemarketers that would not leave him alone? Well, you can bet your ugly f-king boots he did! And so this fic, which will eventually become a series of oneshots/drabbles, has come into being. Proof that Sephiroth is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, as human as you and I!

Disclaimer: Lemme check real quick. Hmmm... Nope. I still don't own Final Fantasy VII or Sephiroth. He visits me from time to time, but I don't own him. Truth be told, I don't think Square Enix really does either. They just say they do. Same goes for Last Order, which, I will admit, is a truly amazing anime. Wish it was longer, but it's still great. And if it comes from me, you know it's good. I hate that style of anime.

Queen's Quornor: This one has been in the making for awhile. I just didn't know exactly how I was going to do it until today. Just a little short blip, nothing humorous. Another tragic chapter. Oh, and the site's e-mail seems to be down again. I HATE it when this happens...

Nightmare

"No!"

Sephiroth sat bolt upright, breathing hard. After a moment of looking wildly around, he relaxed and flopped back against the pillow. He was in his own bed, in his own room, not a mako reactor somewhere. He was in his boxers, not his jacket and pants. Masamune was against the wall where he had left it, not in his hands.

It was only a dream.

But it had seemed so real... If he closed his eyes, Sephiroth could still see the terror in Zack's purple eyes as Masamune came streaking at him, his buster sword his only defense against the legendary katana. He could still hear his friend's scream of agony and despair as the blade tore open his belly, spilling his entrails across the floor in a red wash of blood.

"Sephiroth! And I trusted you!"

He slowly raised his hands before him, examining the flawless, clean skin. Just moments ago, they had been dripping with blood. Zack's blood.

"You traitor...!"

"I was the chosen one."

In the dream, he had killed his best friend.

Sephiroth rubbed his hands across his face, attempting to physically scrub the nightmare from his memory. He would never do that. Not to Zack. Never.

But the memory of the dream still haunted him, throughout the night and into the day.

"You're not the Sephiroth I once knew!"