A/N: Fagh, I'm working on a really deep story right now… so I felt like writing fanfiction… hehe… deep fanfiction… (hey, I'm trying new things)…
Prologue
Wind hissed across the darkened streets of the dead town. The ashes were still hot, smoldering from the night before. Everything was destroyed, dying in a pit of flames. But, the mansion near the back of the destroyed town, which guarded the pathway to the forever looming mountains, remained standing. Its white and gray coloring was charred to a unhealthy black, and the gates to the entrance were mutilated into a grotesque mass.
In the center of this once quiet town stood a boy. His hair was blonde, and he wore an armor saw only in the army. The bright blue helmet with the face mask had been flown uncaringly aside in a rage. Black wrist guards and a standard issue blue uniform covered the shaking body. Nothing else seemed to matter as he looked upon the town which had been victim to the intense flames, and the memories which had occurred.
"Dear god…" he said, lip trembling. The boy looked around and the remains of the town, and sunk down to his knees, grabbing the earth around him in a desperate attempt to undo what had happened. "What have I done…?" he looked up, staring into the depths of the sky, vision blurring. "WHAT HAVE I DONE!" the boy grabbed his head, and pushed on his skull. "WHAT HAVE I DONE!" he repeated the phrase over and over, continuously pushing at his head, not seeing where he was headed, seeing only what he had done wrong. Suddenly, the young boy was stopped, gloved hands holding him down, ushing down his shoulders.
When the youth looked to the face of the one who had ceased his screams and brought something short of a calm within him, he saw only lips. "You have done no wrong," the lipssaid, a deep, velvety voice ringing from them. "It was not you that caused this," at this moment, a hand was lifted from the youth's shoulder and wiped away a tear which was threatening to stream down his face. "It was I…"
Suddenly, there was darkness, and the voice screamed in agony, becoming echoing sobs, "WHAT HAVE I DONE!"
The boy reached out into the darkness which he was surrounded in, trembling. "Seph-" he shook his head, tears in his eyes. "Sephiroth!"
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor will I ever, it is the sole property of Squaresoft.
A/N: Rather short for a prologue, a little yaoi-like, probably going to die like this. But… do I really care? No… not really… my lake of happiness is dead (even though that's implausible because it's actually an inanimate object) and I don't know what I'm doing any more. Review if you really like this (I might fins motivation… OMFG!).