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Chapter 1



There’s a wall built in the middle of a park that’s slowly crumbling into nothing. The bricks have faded in color and chunks of the wall continue to fall out every day. They have a man who cleans it up every day, around 4 o’clock on the dot. It isn’t that tall, or that long, but for a very long time it’s been sitting there.

A piece of art and history that the big guys never wanted to tear down, and in a sense, a piece of mystery. There was always a rumor that floated around the wall of twelve meters length and six feet high, that some old man put the wall here on purpose. They used to say that he put it right on a rift of time and space, on the night the moon was red.

Not many people believed it, but they recorded the very day it was built. That day, sixty years ago when it was built, was the same day of this year a group of hooligans decided to paint the wall in graffiti. That was the day a woman by the nickname of Fuu stumbled upon a piece of paper wedged between the two center bricks of the wall. The paper had been smeared by the fresh paint that the group of hooligans had just finished- now screaming and hollering as the police chased them through the park- and now seemed to be weighed down by the drying liquid.

In hindsight, Fuu would have done things a little more differently that day. She wouldn’t have gotten into a one sided argument with her roommate- who continuously tried to get her spit out more than one word at a time- and then she wouldn’t have bothered making tea in the college cafeteria, where it was spilled onto her shirt by some clumsy blond boy by the name of Ventus. Needless to say, the boy had a target drawn on his back.

But it had all happened that day, progressively pushing her to the point she couldn’t stand being in the same building as the other college students. She slipped out of class soon after the accident with the boy and headed out to the park close by. It was a cold day in February to boot, so she had to pull her scarf up over her lips to keep a little warm. As Fuu neared she could hear the boys screaming as they were chased down the pavement sidewalks and through the bare branches of trees and bushes.

Curiosity had led her to the wall, more so in hopes of decoding the odd stylized words sprayed in black and blue. Her eye scanned over the wall, finally noting the odd yellow that stuck out. Literally; the yellowing parchment paper folded neatly in the center. It was quite a gap, though dark and hard to see through- even without the paper which she’d pulled out. Careful not to smear any of the fresh paint on her pale hand, Fuu unfolded it as though it was ready to break.

It was the words that peaked her interest rather than the elegant scrawl of cursive writing. She read it over once more, making sure she was reading it right. But it was clear and she almost chuckled at how ridiculous it was. The address didn’t exist, the name was far more odd than her own, and it just… maybe it was a prank, or code for some kids playing a game. It was tempting to put back, but something in her gut made her push it into her leather jacket's pocket. She’d come round tomorrow to see if there’d be another note, though she doubted it heavily.

‘Rendezvous at the Midgar pub, 12 o’clock. We’ve got a lot to talk about. Don’t be late.
- Sephiroth’

When morning came and the blinding light was her alarm rather than the shrill clock, a smile slithered onto Fuu’s face. There were no classes for her today, thankfully. She could lull around the house if she wanted, but turning her eyes to the bed side table she saw the folded paper and decided against lazing about. A quick shower and slipping on her trench coat instead, she was out the door and heading to the park. After all, the rumor had been re-awakened in her head after her roommate had decided to go on about myth and lore around the city they’d settled in. Fuu still didn’t believe it, but maybe she’d catch the LARPing fools red handed. Some amusement for the day, perhaps.

A red eye peered at the wall, the other hidden by her usual silver bangs. She continued to believe that there would be no note, but as she neared, she was surprised to see a fresh piece of paper neatly folded and sticking out of the wall. The gap between the two center bricks remained to stick out the most to her- wide enough for her to stick her hand in, but dark like something was blocking it from the other side. Fuu unfolded the note and immediately recognized the elegant cursive. How could she not- with the same name scrawled beneath the message; a message directed at her.

‘The note placed beforehand was not received by the proper person. Return the note and refrain from stealing any more.
-Sephiroth’

There was a smirk on her face even before she finished reading it. He sounded like an angry ten year old with his toy stolen from him. She was thoroughly amused, enough for her to seek out a pen and rip the note in half for the end without his writing on it. Writing a quick, one worded response, Fuu stuck the note into the hole and pocketed her rewards of the day. A nice little prank for the LARPing boys and something she could easily forget.

Something, however, made her stop. She’d look back on that day as if it was fate tapping on her shoulder, if it was fate that made her turn and spot the paper folded, neatly, with new writing on it. Whatever it was, there was a slight chill down her spine as she examined it from a distance.

She hadn’t heard a thing; no voice, no footsteps, not even the sound of paper unfolding. It had been silent in the time she’d made the distance between her and the wall, but it was there. Even from there, she could see the scrawl that wasn’t hers. Hers had been rounded, the opposite of cursive as she hated her cursive from a young age. There wasn’t even a shadow around her as she stepped back to the wall, her eyes searching the bare trees and paths leading out to the city.

Her hand grasped the paper hesitantly and noted how it felt a little damp, maybe cold in her delicate fingers. Right underneath her one worded response of ‘HILARIOUS.’ She could see his. Fresh. Recent. Whatever anyone wanted to call it but it hadn’t been there a few seconds ago.

‘I fail to see the humor in this. Return the note; this has nothing to do with you.’

This time he didn’t put his name, but she could only guess it was him. Fuu stared at it for a moment longer, before fumbling for her pen and quickly writing her response and folding it- sloppily- and shoving it back into the blackened gap. She took a step back, as though it might not work if she was near it. She watched intently, biting her bottom lip. Waiting.

She counted the seconds ticking past, but nothing seemed to happen for the next three minutes. Just imagining things, was Fuu’s reasoning and she turned her back to the wall. Then there was the sudden sound of paper hitting the floor- rather distinct in her ears. And she turned back to the wall, staring at the paper now on the floor beneath the gap.
This time, she didn’t hesitate to run over and grasp the paper, flipping it open to see his response.

‘PRANKSTER.’ She’d written, slanted from her hurry and probably from her lack of imagination. She didn’t know what else to write in response.

‘What the hell does that mean?’ His scrawl seemed to be hurried as well. There was just enough room for her to make a response, though she stared at it for a full minute, trying to decide what to make of it. Finally, she pulled out her pen and wrote her response slowly with a slightly trembling hand.

‘Who are you?’

His response came on a new piece of paper exactly five minutes and twelve seconds later. Was he as stunned as her? Did he know what was happening? Or was he just an incredibly slow writer?

‘You shouldn’t answer a question with another question. It’s also common sense to at least introduce yourself first.’

Fuu couldn’t help but make a face at his response. Proper bastard, she thought sourly before she wrote out her response. She shoved it through, letting it crumple a bit as she placed it inside. It was three in the afternoon exactly when she put it through, the park starting to come to life with people walking on the paths that wound around the barren trees and children walking their dogs with families. It would have been scenic had the winter chill not been there, a breeze swiftly pushing through and making Fuu shiver. A scarf, that’s what she’d forgotten.

Five minutes and thirty seconds later, he still hadn’t written back. She had no proof he existed, sure he had taken the previous piece of paper with him. Fuu even got down on eye level with the gap to see if she could make out anything on the other side. She shouldn’t have been so disappointed after only seeing another brick. Fuu huffed, stepping away with a slight embarrassment when she saw two boys had been watching her with snickering faces. She shot them a glare, giving one glance at the wall and decided it was time she headed back home. It was getting too cold for her anyways.




Somewhere in a dark city, a man with long, silver hair and glowing green eyes stared down at the paper in his hand. The wall he stood before was part of an abandoned building that was falling to pieces, a place he’d known to hardly ever get attention. But the paper and writing was cold, fresh, right out of the gap in the wall.

‘My name is Fujin, but I prefer Fuu. I’m a college student in a small city no one cares about, in a state no one cares about. I’m 21 years old and I hate long walks on the beach. Your turn.’

He was almost amused by her or his response. He was leaning to female, something about the writing seeming to give it away despite the odd name. Quickly, he wrote his response and paused. Should he really be telling this girl anything? In fact, how did he know it wasn’t some prank with magic?

Something in his stomach told him otherwise, but he hesitated. It took several minutes of debating before he finally slipped the paper in, and headed out for his duties. He was late already.

‘My name is Sephiroth. I’m a military soldier working for the city of Midgar, a place rather important. My age is of no importance. What I like is of even less importance. However, I hate the idea of being stuck in the middle of a prank. Watch yourself.’
A story of a very obscure pairing, Sephiroth x Fuu. You can just smell the crack from a mile, can't you? Thanks many to my sexy editor, =x-shadowed-dawn-x. I'll see how this turns out before posting the next chapter. Leave a comment pretty people! <3

Fuu from Final Fantasy 8 featured in Kingdom Hearts 2, Sephiroth from Final Fantasy 7 and featured in Kingdom Hearts. Characters do not belong to me. Story and plot belong to me.
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Hi! I've chosen this as my weekly fan fiction feature on my profile! I will also feature this in my journal, coming out at the beginning of the month! :D