Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII; you should know this by now.

A/N Okay I would like to thank Schalla-Kitty for today's death, dear Minerva… in Crisis Core there's a Sephiroth fanclub (there're also ones for Angeal and Genesis but that's beside the point) but today's death is the assassination of the President of the Sephiroth fanclub. I think you can guess who it is. But canonically Sephiroth really does use rose and vanilla scented shampoos.

Sephiroth looked around the street before ducking behind a trashcan; he could hear two girls talking about him up ahead. "Isn't Sephy-sama just amazing?" One giggled.

"Agreed, so strong, and handsome, I think he's absolutely perfect," the other agreed.

Sephiroth watched them reach into their purses and retrieve their PHSs, "ooh a new text message from the club!" The first one exclaimed, "It says here that Sephiroth uses vanilla and rose scented shampoos."

"Absolutely dreamy," the other one sighed closing her eyes as if hoping to catch a sniff of Sephiroth's hair care products.

The first giggled, "I wonder how President H finds out about this stuff? Do you think it's really Sephy-sama himself?"

"Don't be silly, it wouldn't be any fun if it was Sephy-sama was the president, besides don't you think he'd be using something like President S?" The second countered.

"Maybe it's really Lazard who's running it! He's kinda cute, I'm working on this new fanfiction of him and Sephiroth and…" the first blushed.

The second shook her head, "you and your yaoi fantasies Sai, personally I think he only belongs with me."

"You wish, Dana," Sai laughed, "no way it's someone creepy though. The way they write and they came through on all the promises of pictures and fanfictions was amazing."

Dana giggled as they walked out of earshot, Sephiroth stood up and felt his eyelid twitch, he'd never posed for a picture in his life apart from the one required for his ID card. Not to mention all these stories. He stood their thinking for a moment, who was the one person who had access to him when he could be posed for a photo? Of course, the promises of pictures, and the name President H, it all made sense. "Oh you are so dead." He took off running for the Shin-Ra building past the two fangirls.

"Sephy-sama come back!" They called watching the flash of black and silver turn the corner. They ran and watched him run through the lobby, then as his silver hair glinted from one of the elevators.

Sephiroth had more important matters to attend to, the elevator doors were taking too long so he forced them, leaving depressions where he'd done so. He ran down the hall past Zack, "yo Seph!" Zack greeted.

The SOLDIER darted past him, "talk later, run now."

Zack blinked, he watched Sephiroth for a moment before chasing after him, "where are you off to?"

"When I say run you run Fair," was Sephiroth's reply.

They arrived skidding to a halt in front of Hojo's apartment; Sephiroth glared at the door and kicked it open. It fell to the ground with a thud; Sephiroth cringed as he heard singing in the shower, an all too familiar singing. He noticed a piano sitting innocently in the corner, he wanted Hojo to be so unsuspecting that he would never know what killed him. He pulled out the B flat/C sharp string before proceeding silently into the bathroom. He looped the string over Hojo's neck as he reached over the curtain. He jerked forward and garroted Hojo; he kept pulling though until the wire slid cleanly through Hojo's neck. He picked up Hojo's head and shoved it onto the showerhead. He stepped back twirling the wire and walked out.

Zack watched him, "what was that all about?"

"Zack, would you like to help me find the new president of my fanclub?" Sephiroth asked casually.