Prologue

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy, okay?

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Lunch was over, it was the first day of school and I did not want to go to my next class. But the bell had rung and I was saying what felt like a final good-bye to my friends. "What class do you have next?"

"I have Sato, Math. You?"

"I've got English, with Mrs. Randal." Everyone in the vicinity gave me a look of pity, everyone in the school knew the teacher who had broken the spirits of students for as long as anyone could remember, they said she was the last alive of the original teachers at the school.

I looked at the schedule paper in my hand. Randal, English, Room 266. I looked down the interminable hall of the 200s wing and began to make my way to a classroom which was legendarily the scene of an unsolved murder.

I knew I would be early, but I was surprised when I saw only one other student in the room. I was even more surprised when I noticed who it was.

He was sitting at his desk and his back was to me, but none the less, I could see the purple SOLDIER uniform and the impossibly spiky blonde hair. He turned when he heard me enter the room and his mako-blue eyes flashed in my direction. I stared at him for a moment, disbelieving.

"There's a seating chart." Cloud pointed to the long desk to the right of the classroom. He was right; there was in fact a clipboard on which a map of the classroom was printed. I walked over and looked down at it, searching for my name, trying to ignore the big bright blue eyes burning holes in my back.

Names other than my own jumped out at me from the paper, Valentine, Highwind, Kisaragi, Gainsburough. Crescent? If I was shocked to find Cloud in my English class, I was positively petrified to see ten Final Fantasy VII names on the seating chart.

This was going to be an interesting year.

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Note: I hope you're intrigued. I have two chapters finished, and will poast them when I feel like it.