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Younger Sephiroth: Prolouge
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Before Cloud Strife, before insanity, before Meteor......
This story explores the past of Final Fantasy Seven's most tragic character:
the Great Sephiroth. His childhood, desires, friendships, and losses are explored, proving that Sephiroth was never really an evil man. Just a confused one. His life's story: from his first day of school, to his last day of sanity.
The greatest warrior ever. From life to death.
Before Cloud Strife, before insanity, before Meteor......

Younger Sephiroth: Chapter One

"Sephiroth, time to go to school!" a tall, slender man called up to his son. Sephiroth came running down the stairs, as fast as his little six-year-old legs could carry him. He was a little wisp of a thing: scrawny, gaunt, sick-looking. Only three feet tall, with shoulder-length white hair, and eyes greener than any emeralds, young Sephiroth was a reclusive six-year-old. He was wearing a loose white shirt and black shorts. Strapped to his back was a backpack stuffed with snacks, books, and toys to take along on his first day to kindergarten. The weakling boy had no idea how dangerous his life would get in the years to come.....

Ten years come and go, Sephiroth aging and growing up. Now a rebellious and roguishly handsome sixteen-year-old, Sephiroth begins dreaming of joining SOLDIER. He has always been made fun of, picked on and beaten up for his lunch money ever since kindergarten. He now walked slowly toward the old, weather-worn high school in the middle of the city of Karoon, a small, backwater village near Rocket Town. It was behind the Nibel Mountains, its nearest neighbors being Rocket Town and Nibelheim.
Sephiroth never saw Nibelheim before.... Maybe he might go there after he joins SOLDIER.......
Sephiroth never saw the large, robust young man in front of him. The white-haired youth bumped into the larger youth, causing Sephiroth to bounce off of the larger youth's large belly and crash onto the ground.
"Well, well. Looky here," the larger youth sneered at Sephiroth, "well, Sephy, why don't you make it easy on yourself, and just give me your lunch money?"
"Go suck yourself, Jarek," Sephiroth retorted, standing up and wiping the dust off of his pants. "I have to get to class,"
As Sephiroth continued on past Jarek, the larger youth grabbed the back of Sephiroth's shirt, easily lifting the smaller, thinner youth from the ground. Sephiroth had been in this position before: almost everyday from the beginning of high school, this particular bully always lifted him from the ground, hung him upside down, and shook him violently until all the money in his pockets came out.
Sephiroth, about five minutes later, groggily got up, bruised and beaten. He quickly went inside the high school, hoping to get into class before the bell rang. Money was the least of his worries, however, as he wanted to train himself, in mind and in body, so that he could get into SOLDIER and show that damn Jarek who was the tougher.....

Sephiroth's father saw the battered youth shakily enter the house and retreat into his room. Sephiroth's father then picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Dr. Hojo? Hi, this is Kurt Crifer. I think we are wasting our time.
Experiment 103, Codename-Sephiroth is failing, miserably. For the past sixteen years I have been acting as the father of Experiment 103, Codname-Sephiroth. Each time he confronts a bully, he always gets beaten up. I thought he was supposed to be the perfect SOLDIER. He's nothing but a weakling." Crifer listened to Hojo's response and answered, "Well, yes, he has been hinting about joining SOLDIER....I see, let him fight his own battles. That should toughen up Experiment 103......"

The next day at school was just like yesterday: Sephiroth was beaten up by Jarek again, robbed of his money and his pride. Now Sephiroth was at his locker, books in hand, forehead against the closed locker door. He felt a cool hand touch his shoulder. Sephiroth turned his head and saw Alexandria, the only person who HASN'T beaten the seven shades of crap out of him. The only person who actually talked to him nicely. His only friend.
She was five feet tall with long, blond hair that she wore in a ponytail. She had eyes that were greener than his own, and a fondness for life. She was always excited about something, usually a dance, a party, or a family picnic. She had often invited him over to her house for dinner or some other occasion, but he always declined.
"Hey! Oh, I guess Jarek got to you again?" she said gently, seeing the dried blood on his lips.
Sephiroth nodded.
"Don't worry!" she said in her usual, cheerful voice, "You can have some of my lunch!"
"Thanks, but no thanks," he replied.
"Suit yourself, but if you want to insult my cooking and make me hate you, then that's just fine with me!" she said, pouting.
"You're a bad actress, Alex." Sephiroth told her, "Fine, fine, I'll have some of your lunch, if it makes you feel better. I'll be at the same table in the cafeteria,"

Sephiroth lay awake in his bed, looking out the window at the stars. That was nice of Alex to offer him her lunch, but he still wanted to be independent. He wanted to be strong. He wanted to be in SOLDIER.
"What do I have to do, God?" he said softly to the stars.
The stars gave him no answers.
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