Show of hands... Who else is tired of the whole "Harry is Sephiroth reincarnated" plotline? I mean there are a few good ones out there, but I have yet to find a single one where Sephiroth is Harry reincarnated. Hence the plot bunny. Enjoy!

A small body ran as fast as they could in a surprisingly sustainable pace. After the death of Professor Gast, any defenses he had against the insanity of Hojo died...he wasn't fool enough to stick around if that man was the one in charge.

Fortunately he had a ready made distraction in the form of a former Turk that the professor was also experimenting on. Vincent was such a useful distraction, even if the man had no idea that his little rampage allowed his former lover's son to escape the clutches of the madman that imprisoned them both.

Thanks to Chaos, Sephiroth managed to make a clean break for it. He had nothing of value to tie him down and it was tragically easy to get his practice sword from the cupboard as well as everything he'd need to get the hell out of Nibelhiem.

Now the trick was avoiding anyone that was sent to recapture him. Fortunately for the four-year-old, if there was one thing he wasn't lacking from the sudden realization he had been reincarnated, it was experience in avoiding people chasing him with less than friendly intentions in mind.

And the fan girls, couldn't forget those creatures. Why they were always so fascinated with him, he would never understand.

More to the point, he finally managed to make it to the closest natural Mako spring he could find.

Considering what he remembered of the series, he knew Mako had an addictive substance to it, which meant if he didn't want to end up very dead in short order he was going to have to wean himself off the 'processed' crap and get used to the natural stuff and whatever he could get off of monsters.

Sephiroth took stock of what he had and what he would need for the next decade. He would have to avoid not only Shin-Ra, but also "well meaning adults". He had been screwed over by people who thought they knew best for him because of his age so many times before it was simply easier to go it alone.

He was unaware that his eyes were glowing slightly, nor would he care. By morning Sephiroth was gone, and with it the fate of the entire Planet started to spin uncontrollably in a new direction.

The former wizard turned 'demon' had to wonder if perhaps he shouldn't have spent so much time with Luna Lovegood.

Nah, chaos was way more fun than following the prearranged script and he could screw with so many more people now it wasn't even funny! It was about time he got to have fun with the whole 'savior' stick!

Ten Years Later... in Wutai

Angeal Hewley wanted to swear. He had thought the "Silver-haired demon" was a rumor the Wutain troops had come up with to scare the men at night, or to just unnerve them.

An odd bit of local folklore to scare people with, or to make children behave for their parents.

He certain didn't expect to face a man with striking green eyes that were oddly cat-shaped, with long silver hair and a natural genius to sword-fighting. His heavy Buster sword was having trouble keeping up with the six foot katana... the man was an absolute demon with his skills and if they weren't on opposing sides Angeal would have loved to swap stories with him or training advice.

It only took a single misstep before Angeal found himself on the wrong end of a blade posed to strike.

He was fully prepared to die, but at least it would be with his honor intact as a warrior.

Therefor he was quite surprised when nothing happened.

"Next time don't wake me up from my nap. It's hard enough getting any sleep as it is with all the racket you lot are making in this war, never mind the annoyance of having to dodge Shin-Ra recruiters," said the man. No, his voice was distinctly young.

Angeal had to stare.

"How old are you?" he had to ask. Because the male before him didn't sound like he had hit puberty just quite yet.

"Fourteen."

Angeal felt nothing but cold hard shock at that. He couldn't see any reason for the teenager to lie about his age, and one of the things that was consistently repeated was that the 'silver-haired demon' hated lying. He might twist the truth, but he would never lie outright.

He had just gotten his assed handed to him by a fourteen-year-old.

"Why aren't you in SOLDIER?" he blurted out.

"Because the day I willingly submit to that narcissistic troll Hojo as his experiment again will be a day that Shin-Ra decides he hates money," deadpanned the teen. "Besides, I beat you unenhanced...imagine the damage I could do with whatever cocktail it is that he injects you fools with."

Angeal was torn between shuddering...because if the teen was this much of a demon on the battlefield without the SOLDIER upgrades, then he would be an unstoppable force of nature with them...and anticipation because he had the distinct impression that while the boy hated being told what to do, he made a damn good general.

"What's your name?"

"Sephiroth Crescent," he said, before calmly leaving. His back was fully exposed, but there was a clear sense of implied trust that Angeal wouldn't try to stab him in the back. It was strangely humbling.

Not even Angeal could have anticipated the sheer chaos that was created when he gave his report on the battle.

"So just to be clear, you got your ass handed to you by an unenhanced fourteen year old?" asked Genesis with open amusement.

"Sephiroth was terrifying with that long sword of his. I can't even imagine the amount of power he would have if he was a SOLDIER," said Angeal. He was still in shock over the whole thing.

Genesis' amusement over the incident was swiftly curtailed...when a month later he ran into Sephiroth and had his ass handed to him by the teenager who was able to do things with magic he never thought possible.

He was going to get that brat if it was the last thing he did. No one turned his hair blue and got away with it, no matter 'how much it matched his eyes'!

(It would take Angeal a week before he could look at Genesis and not laugh at him...either way he made certain to get some good blackmail pictures on his friend.)

It was strange... every time they ran into Sephiroth they found themselves drawn in by the charisma he had. The teen could make them laugh hard with some of the barbs he used during their sparring matches, or the pranks he played on the more uptight SOLDIERS.

It didn't feel like a war, not really. And with Sephiroth keeping the two First Class fighters occupied, the entire thing reached a standstill.

Wutai wasn't winning, but Shin-Ra wasn't getting the overwhelming victory they had wanted either. In fact the longer things drew out, the more expensive the war was becoming and it made the President furious.

Sephiroth was simply too damn effective at guerilla tactics and he knew exactly how to hit the soldiers in a way that wouldn't actually hurt or kill them. He left that work to the ninjas.

Either way he had earned the quiet respect of all the invading Shin-Ra troops. While he hadn't instigated any of the fights he had been in, he hadn't backed down from them either. And anyone capable of keeping up with Genesis and Angeal going full out was someone to keep an eye on...especially since Sephiroth admitted to only being fourteen.

Now if only they would quit getting shown up by an unenhanced fourteen year old brat.

Two years later...

It was a strange camaraderie present between the three. Angeal still couldn't believe they had gone from semi-friendly enemies to playful rivals. There was something about Sephiroth that simply drew you in and held you there.

Though Genesis had finally busted the teenager over the 'unenhanced' bit.

Sephiroth did have Mako enhancement... he just didn't have to suffer through the same procedures as the rest of SOLDIER because he generally added small amounts to his food on a semi-regular basis instead of a large injection. It was a stable method that gave him almost all the same perks of being a SOLDIER, without having to deal with the Science department or the greedy President's orders.

It almost brought into question why they needed the Science department if a civilian could find a way to do the same thing without all the unnecessary side effects.

Either way, Genesis could now call bull on Sephiroth's claim to being an unenhanced civilian.

Even if Sephiroth pranked the hell out of him the first time Genesis dared to call him a civilian in public.

Civilian implied 'weak' in his mind, and Sephiroth was anything but weak. No one who could make a living monster hunting and hold his own against Shin-ra's First Class in a full on fight could be considered weak. But it annoyed the silver-haired teen, so Genesis ran with it.

Angeal liked Sephiroth over his sense of honor. He would go out of his way to insure the innocent were kept out of their fights or in some cases would abandon the fight to get them out of the crossfire. Infantry wasn't known for being the best sharp shooters after all, and in a fight any moving body could be an enemy.

Genesis liked the fact Sephiroth could not only keep up with his pranks, but also had a love of classical literature. He didn't know where Sephiroth found books on the "Shakespeare" guy he introduced the red-head to, but they had quickly become his favorites next to Loveless.

"Okay, how exactly have you managed to keep your face out of Shin-Ra's records? Especially with the Turks around?"

Shin-Ra wanted him captured, for different reasons. All Genesis knew was that the second Hojo found out about Sephiroth the man had gotten a hard on about capturing him dead or alive.

Just being alone with that troll was usually enough to make Genesis shudder. Hojo was damn creepy, no two ways about it.

Sephiroth smirked.

"Practice...and I might have a bit of an upperhand against the Turks."

"There's no way you're Turk trained," said Genesis accusingly.

"Of course I'm not Turk-trained. However, I may have uncovered one of Hojo's worst ideas ever and convinced him to help me troll the bastard," said Sephiroth viciously. "Considering the amount of chaos and anarchy I've been spreading, he's been having almost as much fun as I am causing trouble."

"'He'?" repeated Angeal.

Both SOLDIER's stiffened when an unknown presence appeared.

It was clad in red and black, and had a gold claw on it's left hand. It had long black hair that was barely kept in check by a red headband, and glowing red eyes that spoke of Mako enhancement. However the way he moved said something else entirely.

This was a Turk. A well trained Turk, considering it had managed to get the drop on them so easily.

"May I present Vincent Valentine... or rather the man who's been helping to deal with anyone who tries to get a photo back to Hojo about my whereabouts."

Genesis stared.

"Vincent Valentine, as in Veld's former partner Vincent? I thought the records said he died!"

"Hardly. Hojo wasn't about to let my status keep him from using me as one of his experiments, and we all know how the President feels about his men. If he actually cared about useful assets, then why would he waste so much money on a pointless war against a nation just to put in a reactor they don't want or need?"

Something dark was planted in the minds of Angeal and Genesis. It wouldn't take root now, but it would fester at the back of their minds and grow into something too big to contain.

The idea that the President cared so little about his best men that he would allow someone like Vincent, who had always been the epitome of a proper Turk to be used as an experiment to Hojo's deranged mind without a second thought... it was a nasty feeling.

When the two saw Sephiroth again, they had to do a double take at the way the teen had managed to find a way to hide who he was from the Turks.

Who knew Sephiroth made such a disturbingly hot woman, or that he would feel so at ease with wearing a dress?

Then again, he had admitted a preference to wearing Wutain clothing like kimono and yukata, which were practically dresses in a way...

Hojo was seething. Ever since Sephiroth had managed to escape...successfully at that... he had been beset with one bad turn after another. No matter what he tried he was having no luck recreating his perfect experiment, and the brat proved surprisingly elusive. He knew for a fact the boy had no training in surviving in the wilds...he had made sure of that to cut down on any escape attempts.

Yet the boy not only managed to survive on his own...without any mako to back up what was already in his system... but he also managed to prove quite the headache during the war against the Wutai.

President Shin-Ra had been quite irate about that, even if they couldn't actually prove it was the same child. After all, no one could get a sample of his blood to confirm it, let alone a picture.

Being forced to come to a compromise because of mounting costs and the agreement that they be allowed to see if Wutai actually had what they were looking for in the first place had come as a bitter pill to swallow. But as long as the silver-haired demon was on their side, the odds of actually winning against Wutai were too even for the president to like.

It wasn't enough the brat managed to match the Firsts blow for blow, even when the odds were against him. Oh no, the brat was only growing in strength with every year that passed and made it abundantly clear he wanted nothing to do with Shin-Ra.

There was no telling how much of a threat he could become when he reached maturity.

As if his bad luck wasn't enough, Jenova hadn't shut up once since she realized that the boy was no longer under her control. Something had changed in Sephiroth, and now the Ancient was finding out the hard way that the boy wasn't going to cooperate with her demands to set the world ablaze.

Worse, when Hojo investigated the mansion two years ago, he found a certain corpse missing.

Someone had removed the dead body of Valentine...for what purpose he had yet to figure out, but considering some of the reports he heard he could only assume the brat had managed to find a way to clone the man.

There was no possible way Valentine could still be alive. Not after what he had put the bastard through, never mind the lack of food or water.

Hojo cursed as he went back to work. Nothing had gone right since that damn brat escaped his clutches!