So this is the first story my friend and I are doing together. Don't really have anything else to say.

Disclaimer: No, we don't own any of these characters or the rights to these characters. But we do own this story and idea.

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The cool evening breeze swirled around the quieting city. Store keepers had just closed their doors, and merchants were heading in for the night. Just when it seemed like everyone had gone to bed the city bustled alive, with throngs of people heading towards the taverns and night clubs. Old friends called out to each other in merriment, while new friends were becoming acquainted with each other in closets. Drunks were slurring their words already and the night seemed like any other night. However, everyone stopped and stared when a certain peculiar man stepped through a tavern door that night.

He wore high black boots that came up over black pants. He had on a black leather coat that was exposed at the chest and had large metal plates covering his shoulders. Across his chest were two leather straps that criss-crossed, and some sort of insignia beneath them. He had long silvery hair, and the most striking green eyes. Yet the strangest thing about him was that he had a huge black wing. It stuck out from the right side, but didn't have another wing accompanying it from the left. He also carried an extremely long sword. As he weaved through the tables and chairs to get to the bar, people had to move out of his way so that they weren't hit by his wing or the sword.

"I'd like a drink," he said smoothly to the bartender, as he laid a black gloved hand on the counter. The bartender nodded his head and scurried off to make a drink. The man drummed his fingers on the counter, as he looked at the establishment around him. He acted like he didn't notice all the people staring at him and remained so until his drink arrived.

The man gave no thanks to the bartender, and simply drank his beverage in silence. When he was done, he laid some money on the counter and walked out of the tavern. People stared, bewildered, at the tavern door, unwilling to believe that a man with a black wing was just among them. Soon however, they warmed up and acted like the strange man never appeared.

The man with the dark wing strolled along, seemly without a care in the world. Suddenly, a beautiful young woman with silky brown hair ran by, looking quite nervous. She didn't see the man, because he was hidden in the shadows. His face broke out in a wicked grin as he decided to go have some fun.

Oh, I shouldn't be out this late, she thought, throwing a worried glance over her shoulder. I should be home by now! She hurried along the dark street and past the tavern, where loud voices and raucous laughter could be heard. To ease her worried mind, she began to think of her nice warm apartment, and didn't notice a man with a dark wing trailing behind her.

As the young woman passed a dark alley she heard a crash, so she spun around to see what it was. When she looked down the alley, she couldn't make anything out because it was too dark. She was about to continue on her way, when her anxious brown eyes caught a glimmer of something green. She took a few hesitant steps into the alley, to get a better look at this odd green light. As she drew closer, it occurred to her that the light itself, was coming towards her. She stopped, rooted to the spot, frightened, yet curious at the same time. When the green light came closer to the young woman, she realized that it was a pair of almost glowing green eyes. She was about to cry out in terror, but before she could, a dark hand covered her mouth.

"Now don't worry, my darling," said a deep, seductive voice. "It will be over quite soon." She tried to run away, but was grabbed roughly and dragged further back into the dark alley.

The last words she heard before being knocked out were,

"You should stop resisting, it's useless." The she lost consciousness.

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"Breathe, breathe! In out, in out," said a voice.

"I'm breathing the best I can!" shouted a young woman. She lay on a bed in the hospital, ready to give birth any minute now. She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes.

Oh, how I hate that man, she thought angrily. If only I wasn't so stupid! C'mon Caebra, why don't you walk towards the pretty green light in the dark alley? Then you can get raped by a man you've never seen! Sounds fun!

"Caebra! You need to push!" a nurse shouted at the young woman. Caebra thought one last time of the man in the alley, then gave a mighty heave.

A scream filled the air and Caebra was surprised to find out that the scream was her's. Accompanying that scream however, was a shrill wail. Caebra's scream was then replaced by a sob of relief. She leaned back on the bed, breathing heavily, as a newborn baby, freshly cleaned, was place in her arms. She marveled at the beauty of the small babe and placed a kiss on its forehead.

"Is it-?" Caebra faltered.

"It's a girl," replied the nurse kindly.

Caebra's eyes filled with tears, as the tiny baby nuzzled closer to her. Soon, they were both asleep.

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Caebra sighed as she tucked little Vilora into her crib.

Babies are so adorable when they're asleep, she thought fondly. She gave the babe one last kiss before heading back into the main room of the apartment. She locked the front door and was going back to her bedroom, when she heard someone behind her.

"So you had a child," spoke a familiar voice. Caebra whirled around to see a man with startling green eyes looking right at her. The man had long silver hair and was dressed completely in black. At his side was a long sword, and a huge black wing stuck out from his right side.

"Who are you?" hissed Caebra, as she narrowed her eyes.

"You know very well who I am," he replied casually. "Remember the dark alley? The green light?"

A shudder passed through Caebra's body when she realized that this was the man who had raped her.

"What do you want with me?" Caebra asked angrily.

"I only want the child," the man replied.

"There is no child," Caebra answered forcefully.

"Don't lie to me," snarled the man, as he slapped Caebra across the face. She slammed against the wall hard and cried out in pain.

"Give me the child, or I will make your worst nightmares come true," said the man, as he advanced towards Caebra.

"Kill me," said Caebra, a nasty glare on her face. The man slapped her again, and Caebra fell to the floor.

"You will seriously regret that," the man said coldly, as he looked down at Caebra. Then he strode down the hallway towards Vilora's room. Caebra lay, dizzy and helpless on the floor until the man returned.

"So this is my child," the man said as he eyed the baby that was in the crook of his arm, still asleep. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"A girl," Caebra replied weakly. "Her name is Vilora."

"Vilora," said the man thoughtfully. "Such a pretty name. It's a shame that you won't be hearing her name again."

"What?" Caebra asked, confused. Her eyes opened wide, as the man pulled out his sword. He leaned in closer to Caebra, motioned for her to stand up, and gave her an evil smile.

"It's time for you to die," he smirked.

"Who are you?" Caebra asked fearfully, as she rose to her feet.

The man paused to frown, as if he was thinking of some far off memory.

"I am many things, few of which you would understand. However, if you want my name, it's Sephiroth." Then, with a flick of his wrist, he plunged the sword through Caebra's heart, and she crumpled to the floor.

Sephiroth let forth a laugh, so horrifyingly awful, that the baby woke up with a start, and began crying. He glared at the child, wanting the crying to stop. However, as she carried on, he realized that it wasn't going to stop anytime soon. So instead, he placed the baby in a large pocket within his coat, making sure that it could breathe. Then Sephiroth left the apartment and disappeared into the inky darkness of night.

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Sephiroth arrived at a faraway village, an hour before dawn. He was about to place the babe on a doorstep, when he was surprised to see the child open her eyes. She had the most startling green eyes, an exact replica of her father's. Before Sephiroth knew what he was doing, he smiled down at the baby.

Quickly, he wiped the smile off his face and put the child down on the doorstep. Next to her, he placed a note that had scrawling letters written across it.

"Here is the package. It is called…Vilora. You know what to do with it," the note read.

"Goodbye Vilora," said Sephiroth looking down at the tiny baby. "We will meet again." And with that, he melted back into the darkness.

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