Shinra's Deception

By: Shadow Risae

Amara_Tenoh@hotmail.com

Part 3: The Masamune

When we arrived at Shinra Headquarters, Lucrecia thanked me and bid me farewell. One job successfully finished. Now maybe Tseng would think higher of me, especially since I completed the job faster than he expected.

Since I had nothing better to do for the rest of the day, I decided to go up to the gym housed within the building. It was completely empty except for a guy I guessed to be about my age. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt and black pants. He was doing pushups one handed. I pulled off my jacket and tossed it on a bench. I then noticed something shiny on the floor underneath the bench. I knelt down. It was a long sword that was probably about 4 or 5 feet long. I reached forward to touch it…

"Lay a finger on my masamune and I'll allow you the privilege to die by it."

I turned my head. The man doing pushups were still doing them. He didn't even look at me. No one else was still in the room. "This is yours?"

"That's what I just said." He looked up at me, his ice blue eyes having a strange green glow to them. "Are you stupid or just hard of hearing?"

"I'm stupid. It all started when my parents made the mistake of having me," I said bitterly more than anything else.

He laughed. "That's amusing."

"What is?"

"Turks are usually quite full of themselves, but you are beating yourself down."

I shrugged. "Well, I can't help it really. I've always been the outcast that everyone looks down upon."

He stopped his push ups and stood up, pulling his long, gray hair out of it's ponytail. His hair was about ½ way down his back. "I can relate, I suppose. But I can guarantee I've had it worse than you."

"Try me."

"I despise telling stories, especially horror stories." He pulled off his sweat soaked shirt and walked over to a locker, punching it. He succeeded in bending the door in, but it did open. He pulled out a black cloak from inside and pulled it on, tossing the blue shirt in the locker. Then he walked over to the bench and picked up his masamune.

"Are you in SOLDIER?" I asked, noticing the slight glow his eyes had to them.

"No, not yet. I'm one of the army recruits. I can't stand it. The commanders will not allow me to use my masamune or wear my cloak, not to mention they force me to tie my hair back…" He then frowned. "Why am I even telling you? I don't even know who you are."

"Vincent Valentine of the Turks."

He grinned. He looked like some strange Goth freak as it was, but now he looked just plain evil. "I see."

"What's so amusing about that?"

"Nothing…" He obviously knew something I didn't. I hated that. "Well, I must be off. I only have a few hours to myself before I'm back to duty." He turned and started to walk away.

"Wait… you didn't tell me your name!" I called.

"Sephiroth," he said simply, without turning or stopping.

"Sephiroth what?"

"My name is Sephiroth. Nothing else." He then was out of the room.

I didn't know until much, much later who or what Sephiroth was. I wish I had. Then perhaps I would've known what he'd known that day that I didn't. Then I wouldn't of been in this situation in the first place… Perhaps I should continue my story before I give it away.