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Sephiroth
Chapter One
It was a very, very sunny day. Sephiroth brought his hand to his eyes, shading them from the horribly strong light. He really never liked sunlight, but then again he never really liked anything. He once liked school, but that was when he was very little. If it were up to him now, he'd blow up all the schools around. He also remembered liking homework, because it'd get him outta doing stupid chores, and cleaning, but once again if it were up to him, there'd be no homework. He'd light it on fire, or destroy it completely. There'd be no world if it were up to him, either. He'd destroy it in a heartbeat if he had the power to currently. But, that would have to wait; he was currently being revived, from his last battle with his impudent enemy Cloud. He walked away from the sun and into the Costa de Sol's bar.
His thought's started to wander on other things again. He grabbed his mug of beer, and took a swing. He was awfully bored, had nothing to do. So he sat in the bar. Nobody noticed that he was an insane killer. Or, so he thought. He then realized that about five seats on each side of him were empty. He smiled, and drank again. He still had the ability to keep the dirty, filthy beings away from him. How disgusting. He thought to himself. Everyday they go to work, and get all sweaty and dirty. They don't know how to be clean, I guess. His eyes shifted the man five seats next to him. Ewwwwwww…how dirty. He sighed and got up off of his stool, but first he had to finish his beer. To waist beer is a sin. He thought as he drank.
He stood up and brushed his long, silver hair off his shoulder. He then put on a hooded cloak, and walked out of the door. As he walked he heard the whispers of the dirty beings behind him. Is that who I think it is? Yea I think so. The Great Sephiroth? I thought he died. I guess not. Maybe it was someone who looked like him…He heard a great deal of shuffling too, as more people who wanted to drink before, occupied, the seats around where he sat…except for his stool.