the Secret Journals...

In another Life, in another Place - 5

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 02:26:16 GMT

Disclaimer: I do not own all FF characters which I use in my fic, Square does. Thx

A/N: Ok people… here’s the moment of truth. Mystery person’s identity is finally revealed! Come collect your cookies and milkshakes (don’t worry, fat-free recipe!) if you got it right, or kick urself if you still got it wrong. LOL.

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5. Making Conversation

The figure tossed and turned in the sheets. Another bad dream... Except this time it wasn’t dominated by the usual faces and voices of the countless many. Or by flitting images he could make no sense of.

Instead, it was the image of a certain individual that haunted him. The austere man with reflective silver hair, so very much like his. With the strange glowing eyes, who moved with deadly feline grace. Who even now as he looked, grinned wickedly as he unsheathed his deadly long blade. Poising it above his head and sweeping it downwards in a long languid movement. Towards his head…

"NOOOOO!" Kuja broke out in cold sweat. His hands reached out to his neck. It was still intact, still connected to his body. Thankfully it had all just been a dream, yes it was just a dream. It had to be! That man didn’t exist; afterall he was still alive, wasn’t he? That was proof enough.

"I am glad to know someone’s finally awake." An authoritative voice cut in. "Get ready, we have to leave."

Kuja looked straight and saw, much to his chagrin, the very horror of his dreams. Except this time, the man was pretty much flesh-and-blood. Alive and real. And growing increasingly displeased at the stretching silence.

"But where are we going?" he finally spoke out loud, more of out of genuine curiosity than a need to break the stifling silence. He had so many questions... although truth be said, he still felt pretty indisposed at the moment. His body ached badly all over while his mind was still in a daze.

"Firstly, when I address you I expect to hear an acknowledgement is that clear? A 'yes Sir' would suffice." Sephiroth directed his infamous withering stare at this point, which he often used to discipline any wayward trooper, that silenced Kuja effectively. "And secondly, you and not we, are going to the Lab."

He noticed the girl blanching at the word lab. Hmmn, how interesting...

"But why? Why do I have to go to the lab?" It was asked in a tiny voice.

"For some preliminary testing. Whether you like it or not, you have landed on our planet and we have the right to examine you, to verify if you are an intended threat to our very existence. But don’t worry, if you cooperate… everything will turn out just fine." Was the rather ambiguous reply and implied promise of safety.

“Although under Hojo's perpetual close scrutiny, no doubt about it.” Sephiroth mentally added.

Kuja closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the new information sink in. He would not cry now, no he would not; could not… At least not in front of this cold stranger, this strange man who regarded him with contempt. Kuja could save his tears for later, aye yeah he could. He had always been strong, hadn’t he? And besides, who was he kidding? This was his inevitable fate, afterall. To be treated as a science experiment and prodded at his entire life… to be studied, examined. To be tested and put on display… How much he hated his lot in life. It was just so unfair!

“Damn you Garland, I HATE YOU!” he cursed inwardly when it suddenly occurred to him…

"Your planet? Wait a minute! You mean... this isn’t Gaia?"

Silence.

"Don’t tell me this isn’t Terra either?"

Again, Kuja's question was met with an absurd stare.

"So, which planet are we in?" he asked, noticing for the first time the strange surroundings and attire the austere man in front of him was wearing.

"Stop asking too many questions, and for the record, you are in THE PLANET."

"The Planet? But doesn’t it have a name or something?" Kuja questioned, eyes wide with a mixture of awed wonder and something akin to fear. This was just too much of a headache. And he had thought his dreams were bad enough...

"As I had said before, do NOT ask too many questions. All will be revealed… in due time." Sephiroth gave a rueful smile as he finished his statement. No doubt Hojo would be most pleased to have the honors of explaining, yeah no doubt about it. But in the meantime… Sephiroth’s appraising eye took in the disheveled state and overall pathethic appearance of the creature sitting on his bed as he decided on his next course of action.

“You will clean yourself up and don something more… appropriate for your lab examination, do I make myself clear?”

Kuja seemed inclined to argue, that is until he caught sight of Sephiroth’s eyes. That menacing glare was enough to silence him, at least for the moment. And when he finally looked down at his body, he could finally understand why the other man was looking at him so contemptuously. His mouth made a silent “o” of surprise at his ragged dirty clothes before he stammered an acknowledgement which the other was obviously waiting for.

“Yes, Sir.” The words came out, albeit reluctantly.

“Very good. Now get going. You only have, say, 10 minutes to prepare. And the bathroom is over to the right.”

“10 minutes? Are you jesting! I need at least one hour to prepare!” Kuja’s mind protested vehemently but he knew better than to voice his objections out aloud. The man was probably a coldhearted unfeeling bastard anyway, he told himself.

But on the bright side, 10 minutes was still probably better than nothing. And with those thoughts in his mind, Kuja proceeded to the bathroom to embark on what was to be the shortest bath in the history of his entire life.

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Ps: The kind soul has yet to be revealed, prolly will in much later chaps. But Gast is close... Ok, I hope this chap was more to everyone’s liking to compensate for the shortness of the earlier one. Ja Ne!

In another Life, in another Place - 4

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 02:24:21 GMT

Disclaimer: I do not own all FF characters which I use in my fic, Square does. Thx

Update May 2009 :
Since FF.net doesn’t allow us to strike-through fonts, I guess I shall just post these little notes on top. Guessing game on the “maiden’s” identity is no longer on, especially since I already stated it on the sorry description ;) Sorry guys ummm girls =D

A/N: Hi people. Thank you for the support //shakes hands with each and everyone of you// I would love to be able to reply to each of your reviews here but… pouts moodily. Oh btw I have prepared cookies and milkshakes. The identity is still not revealed yet, yeah… but will be next chapter. ~~So for those who haven’t guessed right, here's your last chance!~~

EDIT: Thx Nefertieh for the suggestion. I have done some editing in regards to that and... hang on for a big surprise in Chap 5! HAHA

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4. Once upon a star

Laying there in the dark, Sephiroth reflected on the events of the previous night and how unpredictable life truly was. What started off as a seemingly ordinary day had somehow winded up being something extraordinary...

Frowning, he sat up and walked towards the balcony, gazing out at the stars. At the beckoning jewels sprinkled in the deep abyss of the night sky. For some unbeknownst reason, he had always felt strangely attracted to them even since young. Maybe it was because they were beautiful and yet unattainable, and it was somehow his nature as with all of Mankind, to yearn for the impossible? Or maybe it was because they represented hope… that somehow his life would change for the better? That he would finally understand the meaning of his life? Honestly, he did not know nor did he care to. All that mattered was that he enjoyed staring at them, and that he would continue to do so as long as he lived.

He recalled that night a few days ago when he had glimpsed the shooting star and made a wish. When he was much younger, someone, he can’t remember exactly who, had once told him never to underestimate the Magic of a Shooting Star. Accordingly, if you saw a shooting star and made a wish there was a chance it might come true. He had scoffed at whoever it was back then of course, arguing if that were the case then everyone watching would have gotten their wish. So why were people still whining and claiming it was superstition?

But that person had listened and explained to him patiently, that the probability of being granted the wish was dependent on the number of people who actually saw the phenomenon. And among them, the sincerity of the wish. Meaning the more sincere one was and the more one believed in it, the higher the chances of it coming true. Of course he had laughed at whoever it was in the face. He had always been such a sceptic even since young; Hojo had made a damned fine job of that!

However, when he saw the shooting star on that fateful night, Sephiroth had cast aside all his previous doubts and skepticism, and prayed in earnest. With all his heart and soul. Perhaps he was desperate for a change in life, perhaps he was feeling lonely, perhaps he was just bored and eager to prove whoever it was back then wrong, he knew not. But he had prayed hard. And then, a few nights later Shinra had sent him on this particular assignment. It seemed that his shooting star had somehow landed near the Chocobo Ranch and he was to investigate the site of its landing...

And then this maiden of unearthly beauty just happened to be there. It was too coincidental! Could she be the answer to his prayers? Sephiroth had wished for a kindred spirit… nay a soul mate. For someone who could at least understand, if not accept him for who he was… for his other missing ‘half’, with which he would feel complete as a whole person. And thus he had prayed to the stars, while she had come from the stars. Could she really be it? The answer from the stars?

"And if she happens to be, what then will you do Sephy? Are you gonna turn her over to the likes of Hojo?" That familiar voice he recognised as his 'alter ego' taunted him. "Oh excuse me! Still scared of poor ol' Hojo, aren’t we?"

"I don’t know. I really don’t! And leave me alone, please." He pleaded. He just wanted his alter ego to leave him alone. He had had enough for the entire night!

Strangely, it complied for which Sephiroth was grateful. He glanced at the clock. 2 am. He decided to check on his 'guest' before finally retiring for the night.

Stealthily, with cat-like grace he crept into his bedroom and spied on the figure slumbering on his bed. By the moonlight, she appeared otherworldly. Ethereal and frail, like a sweet dream that would just vanish with the coming dawn. Sephiroth frowned. He decided to touch her just to make sure… to verify if she were indeed real, and not just another one of his imaginary friends.

Hesitantly, he removed his leather glove and brushed his fingers gently against her interestingly still red cheek. It felt extremely soft and smooth to the touch, like the skin of a newborn infant. Altogether not an unpleasant feeling, he decided. That was the foremost thought on his mind before he retired for the night.

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Ps: This is not a filler chap despite what you may think. Short but it sets the background. And AerSeph/ Irina owww don’t take the ban too hard ok? I promise the upcoming chapter will be everyone’s fanfare. Hehe

Can anyone guess who’s the kind soul who explained to our young Sephiroth? (despite the lack of clues here)

In another Life, in another Place - 3

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 02:22:41 GMT

Disclaimer: I do not own all FF characters which I use in my fic, Square does. Thx

A/N: Sorry if I wasn’t specific enough on the clues so far but said unknown person is from the FF universe though not a MarySue for sure. And the title, yes please. I took pains when choosing a title for this fic… it shld be a dead giveaway me thinks ;)

And to those brave enough to try, thanks :D You still have more umm tries… because the identity wont be revealed Enjoy!

Note: If a whole sentence goes “aaaaaa” it means someone’s thoughts.

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3. When Sparks Fly

The girl murmured in her sleep. Sephiroth could not make out the incoherent words but he could guess whatever it was, it had to be nothing pleasant. And as much as he hated it (Sephiroth was a very personal man, remember?), they were now bunked in his quarters at Shinra Building, at least temporarily until the labs were officially open in the morning. He knew he could not trust anyone else with his precious finding, least of all Zack, though the latter had pleaded otherwise.

The directive given forth by Shinra himself had been rather explicit- "Venture forth to the crash site of that Star, and bring whatever you find there back to Hojo. It might prove valuable to us, who knows? Another Crisis from the Sky if we are lucky enough. Or maybe..." Shinra had given his infamous wolfish smile at this point. "Just maybe, another clue to the Promised Land."

Sephiroth frowned. He hated Hojo, yet Shinra expected him to work amicably with that sorry excuse for a man. (not that Sephiroth liked Shinra at all of course) More often than not, he was despatched just to bring back some ‘precious’ samples for that crazed scientist's delight in 'researching.' How was it possible Hojo could endear himself to Shinra? Very few could actually stand that man! Like himself for instance.

Everytime he closed his eyes, he would recall the early years of his young life, spent under the ever watchful 'care' of Hojo. Having experienced firsthand what it felt like to experience the love of Hojo's attentions, he almost pitied the fate of all those he delivered to Hojo. Almost.

A nearby cry jolted him from his reverie. It was the girl. She seemed to be in agony as tears were now slipping down her cheeks in tiny rivulets. Then finally her eyes fluttered open, and Sephiroth took a deep breath. His initial guesses on their color had thus far been wrong...

For he was gazing into the loveliest pair of eyes (apart from his, of course) he had ever seen. They were a beautiful deep violet-blue, framed with the longest, thickest lashes ever possible on a female. Sooty lashes, which contrasted against the highly reflective silver of her hair so much like his, lending to his suspicion she had mascara-ed them. (Either that, or she was a brunette who dyed her hair silver but that's besides the point.) Her eyelids had also been dusted with some vermilion or reddish-orange pigment (Sephiroth wasn’t quite sure since he was no Makeup Artist), which served only to further enhance the unique color of her eyes. Whoever or whatever she was, she was certainly gifted in the Art of applying Cosmetics. Far more than Scarlett could ever hope to achieve. Aye, yeah! Sephiroth had to give her that much credit. And then she finally spoke her first few words since her arrival.

"Am I dead?"

Huh? Now Sephiroth's interest was indeed piqued. Her voice though shaky was well... unique. It was cultured and had an annoying air of self-importance, reminding him a little of Rufus Shinra despite the unusual accent. But yet a little husky? In his entire life, Sephiroth had never come across such a female. Nothing at all unusual, no of course not! He had lived through worse hadn’t he? (Heidegger was a fine example anyways). But most importantly, it was her question which held his interest. And not to mention, she spoke the same language he did, which was something almost impossible to expect of an alien.

"Say that again."

"Am I dead? Is this where I am to be sentenced?" This time the voice was spoken with much more composure, as if she had calmly accepted her fate.

"Actually we are both still alive." He replied though he could not help wondering if his initial guess, of her being involved a serious fight as opposed to Zack’s theory she had been sexually assaulted, was right afterall.

He studied the emotions flitting through her face. Confusion followed by sheer disbelief. And she stared at him rudely. As if she believed he was lying. How dare she! Girl or not, he would show her even if it meant slapping her to her senses. SMACK!

"Owww, that hurt! What was that for?" She wailed aloud in a suddenly shrill voice, rubbing the growing red welt on her pale cheek.

"Just a reality check. Obviously you are still alive if you feel pain." He supplied in his usual arrogant, cool voice.

He noticed in quiet fascination she looked rather crushed by this revelation but decided to say nothing. Then, in a split second her expression changed into one of great anger. With eyes alight in an uncanny glow and her body quivering, she screamed in true feline rage.

"How dare you do that to my face! MY BEAUTIFUL FACE! You could have ruined my delicate skin! Why you uncivilised boor! Why, if I weren’t feeling this indisposed... you would have paid for that DEARLY! No one EVER SLAPS ME! NO ONE!" She cried aloud indignantly as if a great injustice had just been dealt.

He rolled his eyes. 'Oh please, shut up wretch! I need to get some sleep even if you don’t. Don’t push it…' Sephiroth desperately tried to contain his rising anger; he really did.

Apparently, said wretch failed to get the hint and continued railing on and on about the proper conducts of a perfect gentleman, and how no one had ever hit her face and so on and so forth. By then Sephiroth's patience had worn thin, and he decided he had had enough!

He walked up to her and calmly met her arrogant eyes. They were the damnedest coldest pair he had ever seen, with the exception of Scarlett of course. So cocksure of herself, wasn’t she? Well, Sephiroth was about to show little missy here.

SMACK! The sound resounded through the air as he slapped her yet again before she realised it. Silence. And then outrage.

"Now what the hell did you do that for!" She screeched, both cheeks turning redder by the seconds as she recovered from her daze. Whether it was from anger or from the force of his slaps, no one may ever know.

"Firstly, whether you are aware of it or not, you happen to be under my protection at the moment which means I can do as I please. Second, you were getting a bit too hysterical back there so I figured a good slap might be just the thing to bring you back to your senses. And oh, for the record I am no gentleman at all so do NOT expect me to act like one." He replied smoothly.

"Why you... you knave! You ill-bred lout! That does it! I do not usually fight when I am feeling pretty indisposed but I suppose I can make exceptions this time. FIRAGA!"

Sephiroth went into defensive stance and waited... And waited. The attack or whatever it was supposed to be never came.

"FIRA!"

Nothing happened either.

"Fire! Ummm... Holy! Flare! Ulti.."

Before the girl could finish uttering her last incantation, Sephiroth had already reached her and was shaking her violently by her shoulders.

"I'll say it once, just this once. Cease these dumb antics of yours. I have been patient with you thus far but next time..." He gestured to Masamune which lay strapped behind his back for emphasis. "Don’t push it." His voice was dangerous low.

Apparently the girl seemed to have understood because she kept her trap shut thus far. Sadly, it was not to be for long.

"But if I am not dead then where am I?"

"You are in my quarters in Shinra Building, Midgar, and no you are not dead. But if you'd like I could arrange it for you." He unsheathed Masamune this time and the blade gleamed menacingly in front of him.

Silence stretched between them. Sephiroth could see the animosity emanating from her cold eyes. Beautiful eyes that even now shone with an unusual brilliance, hinting of unshed tears. He expected her to look away but she just continued glaring at him, as if daring him to end her life then and there. Whether it was out of courage or stupidity, he could not tell but nonetheless Sephiroth had to admire her guts for that. Not many men, not even Zack, actually dared lock eyes with him especially when he was in a foul mood, let alone a female.

Finally, he sheathed his wicked blade.

"Get some rest while you can. You only have, say, four hours to sleep. And being the gracious host that I am, you may have my bed for the night." The words came out in biting sarcasm. Unsurprisingly, she wasted no time scampering in the direction he had gestured, presumably in a desperate need to rid herself of his odious presence.

“Ahhh, some well deserved peace and quiet at last.” Sephiroth closed his eyes, savoring the tranquility of the moment as he laid down on the sofa which would now serve as his bed. It had indeed been a long night yet somehow, he knew his life had been changed. Forever. And that things would never ever be the same again…

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~~Ok this is the first time the characters interacted and already sparks fly . I think this chap is a dead giveaway as to the identity of Person X… Guesses anyone:D~~

Edit: I am experimenting with different writing styles here but I’ll make sure not to overuse the italics too much. They are used for emphasis btw. Underline and bold wld be great, except I don’t see any of them in novels either so I am laying them off. But thx for the suggestions people!

In another Life, in another Place - 2

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 02:14:32 GMT

Disclaimer: I do not own all FF characters which I use in my fic, Square does. Thx

~~A/N: Man… it seems no one has managed to guess the mysterious person right? Ok… another chance. More clues in this chapter. C’mon guys. Guess! A cookie for the person who guesses right, ok?~~

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2. The Darkness Reveals…

Sephiroth stared at the maiden laying helplessly unconscious before him, not quite believing his eyes. For once he truly understood his men, and why they were arguing. For you see, this was no ordinary 'heap.' Sephiroth may not be the most educated of men, but he knew how to appreciate true beauty when he saw one. And LO BEHOLD! The creature lying in front of him appeared to be a female, and a most beautiful one at that!

From what he could make out by the scarce light, she had delicate porcelain skin and exquisite features. Beautiful sensual lips, neither too thick nor too thin. Her eyes were shut tight and her brows furrowed, as if she were deep in thought, and Sephiroth found himself wondering about the color of her eyes. Would they be blue like Zack's or aqua like his? Or brown, or black?

Next he looked down the frail form. He observed her clothes were badly torn, and she had cuts and bruises everywhere. Disregarding her dishabille, everything else about her reminded him of a perfect work of Art. Just like one of those perfect statuettes lining Shinra’s ever-growing private collection.

"Appears as if she just survived a major battle." He mused, as he spied the graceful curve of her hips (and butt though he wouldn’t admit it) peeking out from what appeared to be a... THONG? He frowned, not quite understanding the girl's fashion sense though he could finally understand why Zack of all people would be so eager to carry her. “To grope, obviously.” There was no doubt about what was in the infamous self-proclaimed ladies' man mind... except this time Sephiroth would interfere, no doubt about it.

The men mistook his silence as time to explain their actions. They fumbled with their words, each trying to defend their earlier behavior. Each knew Sephiroth was a harsh disciplinarian, and had no wish to face his "code of discipline" as he put it.

Man #1 - "Sorry Sir, I just thought to help. He didn’t seem like he would be able to carry her."

Zack stared. "Excuse me, but I happen to be 1st class Soldier which is what you wimps can only dream of. Of course I can carry her!"

Man #2 apparently realising the futility of that argument, decided to invent another hopefully more convincing explanation. "Sir, I was afraid he wouldn’t be gentle with her. You know... Zack has always been rough when it comes to carrying things."

"What would you know about gentleness being a prick yourself?" And so, the quarrel started all over again...

Sephiroth smiled silently. It was entertaining to see his men arguing over something as paltry as this unconscious slip of a girl. He wondered what they would do when he announced his decision. He cleared his throat.

"I have come to a decision."

Instant silence.

"To avoid aggravating any of you, or being accused of showing favorism again..." When he said the favorism part, he made sure to look at Zack. "I have decided I will carry her myself."

Everyone was speechless. They looked shocked, but that quickly changed to one of great disappointment. The expression on their faces was indeed priceless. Zack looked as if he would protest, but thought the better of it. As Sephiroth expected, there was no objection from any of them. Each knew their position, and that they were not to argue with him especially when he chose to exercise his authority.

"Ah, being a General does quite have its perks." He thought cynically as he scooped the frail looking girl into his arms. She was surprisingly quite heavy and as he just realised, much taller than she appeared to be, that Sephiroth began to believe Zack may not have been able to carry her afterall...

Meanwhile, Zack was having his own thoughts.

“For once these stupid errands showed up something pleasing. Heck, I wouldn’t mind doing these more often if only all findings were like this…” he told himself as he stared at the lovely maiden now safely ensconced in his superior’s arms, albeit regrettably.
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Author's Note:
Ok I was told chap 1 was too short so here ya go. Chap 2 to make up for it and with more clues. Can anyone guess who Sephiroth & gang just found?

In another Life, in another Place - 1

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 02:06:35 GMT

Disclaimer: I do not own all FF characters which I use in my fic, Square does. Thx

Update May 2009:
Going through the fic and amending errors where applicable, do keep those criticisms coming - they help me improve and the story to grow :)

A/N: I decided to try my hand at writing a longer FF7 oriented fic. Now, let’s see who can guess those unnamed people in my story :D (haha, Irina & AerSeph you wld prolly know so u guys are banned from guessing) There will be interesting twists here and there so, stay tight for a roller coaster ride! And oh yes, reviews will help shape the future of this story.

Setting: This takes place before Sephiroth goes to Nibelheim to check up on the reactors.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------1. Into a Dark Night

He stared at the pathethic heap lying crumpled on the forest floor. It appeared to be something living, perhaps in the remotest of chances a person? And in badly ragged, stained clothes(or was it scales?). With dirty long hair (or was it mane?), though he swore he could see a few feathers somewhere, further lending to his suspicion that whatever it was, it was certainly NOT human. And what frustrated him most was that he couldn’t confirm his suspicions, not in this darkness of night. Nor did he want to actually; this stuff was far more suited to the likes of Hojo. (besides, he believed himself far more worthy and that such tasks were beneath him)

Sephiroth snorted. What a frigging waste of time. Sometimes, he really hated doing Shinra's stupid errands. What were they thinking of, sending their most accomplished young general-to-date to 'investigate' the Fallen Star Phenomenon? Oh well, at least he was General, Sephiroth kindly reminded himself, and that in itself has it's own merits which included the authority to delegate one's dirty work to another. So, he glanced behind towards his second-in-command, and gestured for him to take over.

Zack yawned. He couldn’t believe that he, 1st class solder, was reduced to doing this either. He didn’t sign up Soldier just to end up being Shinra's page boy. But well, it was too late for regrets now. He had already signed their bond, and besides, life in SOLDIER wasn’t that bad actually. It came with prestige, and he could score easily with chicks wherever he went. So he just sighed and decided to get it on.

"The sooner we finish this, the faster we can all go home get some rest." He thought to himself.

He approached the pathethic heap cautiously. Afterall, it could be a possible threat. One could never be too sure. When he was finally near, he noticed firstly, the 'heap' was a person, and secondly whoever it was, didn’t appear to be well. He turned the heap over, and shone his torchlight for a better look. He let out a gasp.

The other two soldiers, presumably of lower ranks immediately rushed over, took a look and then they too gave out a collective gasp. That was, of course before the three of them started arguing. Arguing over who would be the one to carry the heap back.

Sephiroth would have found it most amusing, were it not for the fact that it was midnight and he desperately needed to catch some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a very long day... and he was getting further annoyed by the childish behaviors of his troopers, least of all Zack. As his second-in-command, Sephiroth expected Zack to at least have some common sense above the others. So why was he arguing with them over the dirty work for?

Finally, he decided to put an end to it himself, as the arguing seemed to drag on by the minutes...

"Silence!"

Instantly, everyone quieted. It was now Sephiroth's turn to approach the 'heap' and see what the big deal was all about. He took Zack's torchlight, and shone it. And then it was Sephiroth's turn to be awed, though interestingly he didn’t gasp like the others...

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Author’s Note

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In another Life, in another Place

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 02:00:22 GMT

This journal is to serve as a backup for my works at fanfiction.net, in the event they get deleted or something. I have heard of it happening to many folks; keeping my fingers crossed it won't happen to me but oh well... Better be safe than sorry! Attached here would be a list of all completed chapters.

Enjoy!

Chapters completed so far:

Opportunity to earn online

Thu, 24 Nov 2005 16:50:18 GMT

Recently I came across some opportunities to earn online. Surveys, HYIPs, Autosurfs, HYPE, etc... Testing them out to know if they are genuine or bogus. Lost $135 to scams thus far... :(

I'll know by end of this month

Whoa... 1st time here

Tue, 01 Nov 2005 04:07:39 GMT

I cant believe this. It is my 1st time here... I took Desiree's advice (thx babe!) and decided to open a LiveJournal Account more out of boredom than anything else actually... ^_^

Still trying hard to fiddle with the controls. Oh btw, if you are a Kuja fan dont forget to check out my website and fanfic! You wont be disappointed, I promise you :D

Isn't he so cute... he's the Prince of Silver Haired Bishounens for me, while Sephiroth is the king... As an interesting side note, do you know what Many Fangirls often fantasize Sephiroth marries Kuja and produced Rikku? (did I spell him right? o.O) Weird, ne?