What a Mess…. Prologue: Things Do Not Bode Well

A/N: Well, I looked at all my valuable ideas for fanfictions that you may or may not see one day, and saw two idea's that I made up long ago, (One before I met KAM!) One of a femme! Sephiroth, the other of a Kiddie! Sephiroth.

KAM: She has some golden ideas locked away…. But wait- what about your other stories?

Ven: They are depressing as Cloud in angst mode. Here and Now: chapter two is being mean, and WWUTB is annoying me. I needed something entertaining. This works rather well for my purposes.

So which will it be? ? Read, review, and find out!

WHAT - THE - HELL?

Sephiroth was in his least favorite place in the entire world. Not that such a feat would be difficult, if one goes by his oddball behavior. But, whether or not that was true, Sephiroth was still in Hojo's godforsaken laboratory. Getting his mako injections, so the demon of Wutai was pretty annoyed, and he took it out mainly on Hojo. Not that anyone could really blame Sephiroth for his just anger at the scientist who had left him cold and unfeeling due to an absolutely miserable childhood, constantly jumping through the scientist's twisted, burning hoops.

Not only was his anger just, but nobody cared for the silver haired man for just being himself, rather, they saw him as a tool. A weapon. The invincible Hero. Once, when he had been around the age of seven, Sephiroth had made it out of the labs, and into a lobby full of Shinra's people.

He had run around desperately, trying to get a single person to ensure he wasn't going back to that place. And as they had dragged the once boy back toward his prison, a single business woman noticed the strange, crying, silver haired child.

"Please! Don't let them take me away!" He had pleaded the woman with every single emotion he had been able to use, sadness, panic, hope, and she looked at him coldly, with a sneer of disdain, she had turned and ignored his every plea as she walked away.

After that happened, Sephiroth had gotten stronger, deadlier. He had gotten himself convinced that he didn't need anyone. Nope! Not a single person!

But then the SOLDIER known as Zack Fair had gotten himself thrust into the General's life. And though it was slow, the bouncy first class had wormed his way through most of the silver demon's barriers and shields, and Zackary was maybe the one person that Sephiroth could count on not to lie. His second in command had taken it upon himself to get the General some actual social skills, of which, he had none.

WHAT – TO – DO?

Whilst Sephiroth was lost in his musings, he didn't hear Hojo muttering about Sephiroth being easier to control when he was younger. He also missed the excited gleam in Hojo's eyes. And as most people know, Sephiroth in particular, an excited Hojo is not a good Hojo. At least for the man on his operation table.

A strangely small, blue vial of liquid was added to the General's regular mako treatment. Sephiroth didn't even notice when the needle pierced the pale skin along his biceps. Hojo pushed the specimen off his table, making Sephiroth catch himself before he could fall. All the better for Hojo, because that would get Sephiroth's bloodstream to move faster, and let the experimental drug take effect sooner.

Of course, not to soon. Sephiroth would be able to kill Hojo before it fully took effect, and Hojo didn't really want to die. He had many more plans to carry out. Many more interesting experiments to observe. Including this one.

He mentally cackled. Oh, Sephiroth's second in command would be extremely surprised when he saw Project S tomorrow morning, by Hojo's precise calculations. By tomorrow, he would have his more exact answers of what the serum would do.

WHAT - A – MESS!

Sephiroth began the short trek back to his room. His coordination was always just a bit off right after the injections, but this time it felt a little different. On top of that, was the fact Hojo sent him back to the SOLDIER floor without so much as a single test. That was extremely out of character for Hojo, but hey, Zack wouldn't be worrying himself to death.

Sephiroth let out a tired yawn. Today had been busy, and he had to go and see Hojo. That alone managed to exhaust him. However, it was still only three o' clock, and Zack needed to be shown that Sephiroth was out safely. He set Masamune down onto her place, and walked the short distance to Zack's office.

There was a short note left for Sephiroth, it seemed.

Seph,
I'm out on mission, b back b4 5. Make yourself at home.
Zack Fair.

Sephiroth sighed and grabbed his card key out from a hidden slot in the door and walked inside. Zack's room was messy, but Sephiroth didn't mind. Everything in his life had been clean and controlled. Zack was the complete antithesis of that, and Sephiroth loved that.

As Sephiroth continued his walk, the world dimmed around him, and then he realized that he had been drugged! He tried to snap back to his usual state of awareness, but in the effort, the world came crashing down around him.

Sephiroth landed unconscious in a crumpled heap on the bedroom floor of Zack's dormitory.