A/N: I did some minor changes in this chapter and will also re-update the preceding chapters. Read and review! ^^

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The rain was washing down through the ragged streets of Sector 5 in Midgar. A shadow fought through the downpour wearing only tattered clothing and an age-old hat that covered his unusually kept blonde hair. His blue eyes gleamed when he saw a building to the left of the street he had been venturing on. A grumbling noise came out of his stomach. It has been days since he has eaten and was weak to the bone. He breathed through the scarf that kept his neck warm as the roaring noises inside him began to grow stronger.

Just a little more…

He stepped closer and closer to the building, summoning the remaining strength inside of him. When he had reached the entrance, he raised his hand towards the door showing a little muscle. Inside the ratted clothes were the contours of a fighter, a soldier to be precise. He once participated in fights in the innermost portions of the city just to have a bite to eat. Even though strong spirited something inside him aches for something…something more than just a life of poverty. At night he would pray for warmth, comfort and pleasures in life. But everything was deprived of him. Now he was searching for a place to stay temporarily. He was a nomad, a man living in the streets. He was…a nobody.

. -+-.

The rain kept pouring down making shattering noises on the roof of an old building. There was nothing but darkness outside. Thunder and lightning echoed throughout the empty walls. Lightning was reflected by the stained glass windows and a shadow appeared in front of the room. A woman dressed in a pink dress was kneeling beside the flowers. Her braided brown hair was tied by a pink ribbon and her bare shoulders were covered by a red mini-jacket. Silver bracelets hung on her wrists. Her hands were clasped in deep reverence. She stood up suddenly, frightened of the noises made by the storm outside. She took dainty steps towards a pew and she sat gracefully. She was an epitaph of beauty and of elegance. They had taught her that. She learned how to read, write and how to carry herself as a proper lady. She lived by rules and regulations that befit a gentlewoman. But sometimes she would go away to this place. This sacred place, which she considers her most cherished possession even though it had been wasted and weakened by years of war and chaos. In this place, she feels safe. Her gaze was averted to some flowers that grew in the broken floor of the church. She smiled at them and kneeled to caress a petal.

Exquisite… yet caged in a place where no one has ever gone before. How can you show your beauty when you're locked up here? How ironic. She bitterly smiled to herself. It's as if I'm questioning my own life.

Her emerald eyes wandered around the room and sighed. She was alone.

. -+-.

The woman jumped at the creaking sound of the door. Her eyes widened when she saw a man leaning on the door, his blue eyes gleaming. She peered in, his face was partially covered by the scarf that surrounded his neck.

"Hello?" Her heart was beating fast at the sight of the dirty man.

The man gave no response; instead, he stepped forward towards the shaking woman. Her breathing began to grow shallow when the man was only a few feet away from her. The man held out a ratted glove covered hand to her. The frightened woman gave out a small shriek and slapped the man in the face. The man frozed and his body dropped to the floor. His hat flew and it gently landed on the flowerbed. The woman gasped and kneeled at the side of the man.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! What shall I do?"

The woman fluttered as she frantically looks around. Her gaze was averted to the man when she heard him moan. The first thing she thought of that he needed some air. She swallowed hard and reached for the man's scarf. Slowly and carefully she pulled it from his neck. Her world stopped when she saw his face. It was the most beautiful thing she ever saw. His skin was milky white in spite of all the dirt that scattered across his face. Her eyes scanned each line, each curve of his face. His dusty blonde hair was combed in a way she never knew existed.

He's so beautiful. She thought in her mind.

She wanted to touch him, to feel the contours of his face. But the thought of her Mother's rules stopped her. She knew too well what her Mother would do if she knew that her daughter was touching strangers. She would be furious at the mere thought of her only daughter speaking to one most especially a person below their class. But seeing the person lie before her innocently and peacefully she began to think otherwise. She swallowed hard as she reached for his face. Every inch that her fingers grew closer her heart would beat dangerously fast. It was painful but she still persevered.

I want… I want to know. She breathed slow deep breaths and the pain slowly dissipated. I want to know what it feels like to be… normal.

When her fingers were about a few millimeters away from his skin he flinched. The woman quickly withdrew her hand a worried look was written all over her face. The man's eyebrows furrowed depicting pain.

"It's so… cold." He said through clenched teeth.

Her eyes narrowed at his statement. She quickly placed a hand over his forehead and placed a hand over hers. Her forehead was cool but his was blazing. He had a fever. The first thing she thought of is to take off all of his damp clothes. She blushed when she saw his clothes hugging his masculine body. She bit her lip as she reached for the zipper of the man's black tattered shirt. Her heart was beating erratically again as her fingers grasped the zipper. She swallowed hard as she slowly began to pull the zipper to its end. She stopped halfway, a surprised look in her face. She held out her hands to her mouth in order to cease her from gasping.

Sneak Peek: Who is this refined girl and what is she doing in a place that doesn't suit her? Who is this mysterious man and what's up with his body?

Next Chapter!

Chapter 1: The Humble Princess

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