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Frida Kahlo looked at her painting in the street, it was a self portrait of herself. One stroke, another stroke, her painting was beautiful.
A tall man with spikey blond hair walked by, he bent over and quickly grabbed Frida Kahlo's donations. "A street robber? In broad daylight, too?!" She thought to herself, bewildered.
Frida Kahlo spotted the man robbing her, "give that back, young man!" she shouted furiously. She turned her wheelchair, chasing after the robber.
Whilst chasing after him, the man's ID dropped. The man heard the clacking of his ID dropping, just when he was about to pick it up---Frida Kahlo swiftly grabbed the ID before him.
"Cloud Strife? The guy famous for saving people, robbing me?!" she said in a disappointed manner, this was unbelievable.
"That's me!" Cloud yelled back. When he saw Frida Kahlo gripping his ID tightly, he decided to make a run for it and dashed out of there.
"You aren't going anywhere, Cloud Strife!" Cloud's full name was emphasized---almost like she was saying it like it was a bad word.
A guy with silver hair---Sephiroth with his name on his clothing---walked by, overhearing the tumultuous yelling. Just what was happening for all that ruckus to occur?!
Cloud slipped by him, blowing wind onto Sephiroth with how fast he ran.
Frida Kahlo was behind him, she looked like she needed help to catch Cloud. It was a good time to catch Cloud---the guy he always wanted to eliminate.
He chased after Cloud, managing to catch up in a short amount of time.
Sephiroth grabbed the other's arm, making him fall down and drop the money.
Cloud struggled, however, it was no use, the guy grabbing him was much stronger than Cloud ever is---he wouldn't back down without a fight, of course.
"Release me, right now!" Cloud demanded.
"Would if I wanted to," the other retorted.
Frida Kahlo finally managed to catch up to them---panting as she stopped.
"Give me back my money, that was for my surgery!" Frida Kahlo snapped.
Even with Sephiroth managing to bring him down on the ground, he didn't let go of her money.
"That wasn't even me who stole it." An obvious lie.
Sephiroth dug into his pockets, bulging with black materia.
"I will never be a memory," Sephiroth said as he annihilated Cloud with the black materia.
Frida Kahlo gasped---she didn't want the robber to be killed off..
Why, and how did Sephiroth do that?!
Cloud's ashes flew up in the air, the money jingling as it dropped from where his hand once was.
Sephiroth smiled as he finally completed his long life mission.
The guy with silver hair knelt down and picked up Frida Kahlo's money. She glanced over and prayed Sephiroth wasn't going to rob her ... after what just happened.
He'd be too strong to fight, and she's lucky she even got her money back.
Frida Kahlo's mind was overwhelmed with pessimistic thoughts.
He stood up and his smile faded, handing Frida Kahlo the money nonchalantly.
"Thank you, sir!" she thanked the strange man.
She still wondered just how he managed to get into this world.