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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I knew ever since I was a child, I was not like the others. I knew mine was a special existence. A thick and heavy silence fell over the entire cafeteria at the sound of Angeal??s brave proclamation, and an untrue one at that. Slowly, the SOLDIER prodigy turned in place to stare angrily at the back of Angeal??s dark head, who had the gall not to even turn and look him in the eyes as he spoke to him so degradingly. He narrowed his eyes at him, and considered approaching him and carrying out the threat he??d wielded so readily only a few moments prior. He steeled himself, mentally, and outwardly those who were sitting closest to him observed the forced relaxation of his shoulders and the tension of his previously clenched fists. He sucked the breath in slowly through his nose and let it out through his angrily gritted teeth before he took it upon himself to honor the nameless man with a response. ?Oh am I?? He uttered a sarcastic laugh, a sound that struck chills into those who had the misfortune of hearing it, because this was obviously more foreboding than if he had yelled. He was visibly losing control of his temper as the confrontation wore on. He didn??t even spare Genesis a glance as he began to close the distance between Angeal and himself, unable to hold off on getting his point across. ?I draw attention to myself for the very reason that,? he said slowly, as though explaining his actions through a small child, ?if I address this situation now, before it worsens, I will nip this in the bud.? He picked his way carefully though the crowd, weaving through the chairs and the onlookers with grace and the precision of one with a purpose at hand. When he stepped to closely to a fellow SOLDIER, the man did not hesitate to step away from him, despite the fact that Sephiroth was significantly weaker in appearance. He stopped a few paces from where Angeal was seated, his long hair still moving around his body even as he ceased his movement. Angeal would undoubtedly hear his approaching footsteps in the deafeningly silent room, and have time to rise if he so inclined. He observed his opponent, his size, his face, his honest eyes. And loathed him. ?Do you dare rise to face me? Do you? Insolent fool !? He would not give Angeal time to react, because if he had not bothered to remove himself from his seat and his attention from his plate at this time, then he probably did not intend to do so. And clearly Sephiroth was having none of this manner of disrespect. He lashed out, much to the horror of some and the excitement of others, with the speed and precision of a well honed SOLDIER, aiming a strike of his clenched fist right at the jaw of the offending male. If he struck, he would follow through with another strike, aimed at his gut, his face void of any emotion aside from anger. Now, if one were to wonder what was going on through Sephiroth??s head, it has been previously established that this is something which is impossible to know. The inner workings of his mind are not like those of any other human being, and it is impossible to guess why he behaves in situations where his reaction seems to be misled. When this stranger had the nerve to speak against him in such an open manner and in the presence of people who would one day be Sephiroth??s pawns, he had no choice but to defend his pride as a future hero. He was perfect, unstoppable, untouchable. He would smash this meddlesome man like the unworthy scum he was, and return to his lunch before he lost his entire hour to such trite activities. There was nothing quite like the feeling one gets after successfully carrying out a threat in the public eye, the sense of merit and satisfaction it brought. I knew ever since I was a child, I was not like the others. I knew mine was a special existence. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------