DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SQUARESOFT OR FFVII, SO DON'T SUE ME. THERE, I SAID IT. DON'T LAUGH. IF I DID OWN SQUARESOFT, I'D SAY, 'TO HELL WITH FFVII! I ONLY WANT VINNIE…insert evil laughter here' UNFORTUNATELY, I DON'T. sulks SO EVEN IF YOU DO SUE ME, YOU'D ONLY GET LINT, COOKIES, A HORRIBLE RANTING-AT, AND A COUPLE OF PENNIES.

Chapter 1

A loud clatter startled Freya, current exchange student, and woke her up from her afternoon catnap, conveniently located in Beijing, China. Muttering, she trotted down her short hallway into her living room. She looked around. Nothing. Freya opened her apartment door. Nothing. But when she looked down, she noticed a shiny, slim sword lying on the doormat. Puzzled, she thought, "How'd this thing get here? Oh well, I'll just give it to the landlady later. But as for now, I might as well make the most of this sword. Time to see if I really have learned anything from those classes."

Bending over to pick the object up and returning to her apartment, she noticed her PS2 was on, as was the TV displaying the FFVII title page. Frowning, she thought, "That's so weird…I'd better turn that off."

But as soon as her fingers brushed the off button, her body felt as if it were jerked backwards. Clutching the blade as if somehow it could free her from this horror, she was being sucked into an absolute blackness, into the TV screen, thinking, "Weirdness! Dammit, why do I always get myself into messes?" She tried to scream, but the vortex silenced it like a candle flame being snuffed out. She was falling…falling…

It seemed like an eternity, but finally her feet crashed onto solid ground. Staggering with the impact, she stumbled around, surveying her surroundings. "This is so strange…this place looks exactly like Nibelheim! Maybe I've been sucked into the world of Final Fantasy…but that's impossible." she announced resolutely.

She looked towards the ShinRa Mansion look-alike. "Oh well, nothing to lose," she said to herself. Attempting to lift the sword she dubbed "Bleeding Heart", she staggered with the weight of the weapon. "Damn, this thing's heavier than it looks!"

After struggling with the sword for a few minutes, she finally managed to lift the heavy sword with difficulty. Gripping it tightly in case of possible threats, she entered the Mansion. As she stepped inside, she noticed that she had gone under a complete makeover. Her clothes were changed (she was wearing a belted denim capris with lots of pockets, navy blue tank top, a choker that sparkled with round orbs of various colors, and black combat boots), and she was equipped with a sheath for Bleeding Heart that rested from her belt on her hips. As she stepped into the dusty mansion, she noticed that someone had been cleaning one of the rooms, and it even had a neatly made bed. "This place gives me the creeps," she thought.

Wandering around aimlessly, Freya casually strolled about the Mansion, observing everything. All was going well. Or so she thought, until the unmistakable feeling of a cold gun barrel pressed against her silver-tipped ebony hair spilling down her neck like a waterfall (AN: I think I'm overdoing the hair thing…). A cold, unquestionably masculine voice said coldly, "Refrain from moving and I will not shoot. Who are you?"

Freya gulped visibly. "Why should I trust you with my name, anyways? I don't even know you!"

"I am Vincent Valentine. You are trespassing by going onto the private grounds of the ShinRa Mansion, therefore, I have the right to question you, as I reside here."

The woman's head whirled with dizziness as she blacked out. "How…?" was her last thought as she sank into the dark recesses of her mind.

AN: Yeah, ok, slight cliffy. This is just the prologue; future chapters shall be longer, as I still have to develop the plot and characters and do introductions and all that crap. I will insert Freya Kuroto's bio in the next chapter. I'll try to keep Vincent as non-OOC as possible (yes, this is a VincentxOC fic). I'm not asking you to go easy on me, but I'm not asking you to be a die-hard either. NO flames-but try constructive criticism if you can so I can improve my writing. Thanks! Please review!

Developing new OC's are so hard… grumbles