~Texts from last night~

Warning: Nothing to worry about unless you don't like needles. A little cliché.

Braids​

He didn't remember much of what happened. He knew that he had been sick. The visit to the labs had been particularly awful this time around.

~how did I get back into bed~

Sephiroth didn't remember how he got to his bed and under his covers. His stomach still churned from whatever hellish concoction that Hojo had given him and that is what his attention focused on as he moved to the edge of his bed. His whole body ached as if he had been run over by a Behemoth.

He let out an involuntary groan that he was glad that no one else could hear, as he rubbed his aching arms. He could feel the bumps from the series of offending needles, that he had been forced to endure.

It had been a particularly harrowing ordeal. He remembered the doctor rambling about increasing the percentage of something in the shots.

~obviously it did not agree with me~

He leaned forward to ease the pain that was ripping through his gut. He felt something solid rub against his shoulder and it startled him. He jerked away from the touch and realized that it followed him. He grabbed at what felt like rope and realized that the rope was his hair.

~braided?~

He forgot about his stomach pains and the impending dizziness that was threatening to consume him. He gripped the strange rope of braided hair.

~what the hell?~

It was not a habit of his to braid his hair.

Ever.

He liked his hair loose and worn down, even in his sleep. He didn't braid his hair and this bothered him immeasurably.

He tried to focus on the activities that followed him leaving the lab. All that had happened was a blur, but he was sure that he left the lab alone, after threatening Hojo with some idol threats. He concentrated on how he got back to his sanctuary and remembered one anomaly.

~ ran into Zack in the hall~

As if on cue, his phone beeped, announcing a text message.

He saw that his PHS was on his end table. He reached over to it, his arms and stomach protesting the movement. He flipped open his PHS, blinking his eyes into focus, so he read the message that he was certain was coming from the hyperactive SOLDIER.

Not only did I hold your hair back as you puked, I French braided it. I am such a great friend.

At least that explained his hair.

Now Zack had to explain how he got into his bed naked.

 

Warning: Grumpy Rude and vacationing Reno.

No Fun ​

Rude was tired and grumpy. He had been up for nearly 22 hours and his nerves were starting to fray. The latest text message from his vacationing partner did not help his mood.

Guess what I'm doing tomorrow?

He did not want to know what Reno was going to do tomorrow! The redhead was on forced vacation due to an injury, and the bum got to go to Costa De Sol for it. How he convinced Tseng to send him there was beyond him. Reno had been sending him constant updates on his healing activities, which involved sitting on the beach and taking picture of girls in bikini's.

A sharp contrast to how crappy his day had been; working with a temperamental Elena on a supposedly simple mission that got screwed up so horribly that it took all day and night to clean up the crap that went sideways.

He growled at his phone and sent the redheaded deviant a return message before snapping his phone sharply shut.

Becoming a productive member of society?

He wanted to go to bed, but he needed a shower and wasn't to sure if he had the strength to remove his clothes, as he fumbled with the lock on his apartment door.

~world conspiring against me today~

He was gratefully being home and dragged himself to his bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind him as he shuffled into the shower. He could smell the smoke, blood and gasoline on him and was anxious to get it off.

~Reno would be whining about how the smell was in his hair~

He leaned against the wall and let the water soak his tired and aching body, until the water became too cold for him to stay any longer.

His phone beeped at him when he exited.

~what now?~

He hoped it wasn't work. He prayed that it was just a final report notice that Elena promised to finish; nothing more. He doubted he could take anymore work without snapping. At least he was at home to let out a tirade of curses.

He hesitantly picked up the phone and saw Reno's number.

~what is he reporting now?~

He rolled his eyes but opened it to see what his partner wrote.

Rude. Come on. That would be no fun.

Rude sighed heavily and powered down his phone before he tossed is aside. He crawled into his bed, chuckling lightly as he fell into an exhausted slumber.

 

Warning: Reno has a cold and misses a boring meeting and mention of self love.

Runny Nose​

"…supports in Sector 6 and 7 are wearing and particularly…"

Zack struggled valiantly to look attentive.

"…recognize that the land we develop is valuable, unique, and irreplaceable..."

~man, Reeve can talk~

"… one piece of the larger environment, we should respect the greater structure…"

He looked over at Sephiroth. He was sitting stiffly in his chair and looking at Reeve as if he was interested in what he was saying. He highly doubted that Sephiroth cared.

"…shall support the private enterprise system, providing the widest latitude of equality for opportunity, creativity and innovation…"

Zack was pretty sure the only reason he was here was because Sephiroth didn't want to suffer this horrible speech alone.

"…change is inevitable, and we must strive to take a role in innovation in the industry and strive for enhanced practices…"

He looked over at Tseng who did seem to have a mild interest in Reeve's words, but noticed that the seat next to him was empty.

"…preventing development from approval for key building permits, putting many new projects in limbo and costing…"

Where was Reno? He heard something about him being sick as an excuse at the beginning of the meeting. He doubted the redhead was really sick – hungover, maybe, but not sick. He knew what this meeting was going to be painful and he had somehow managed to convince Tseng that he was too ill to attend.

~wish I thought of that~

"…held responsible for our results and effectiveness toward the development of sustainable, vibrant communities…"

Zack jumped slightly as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He reached for it, ignoring the glare that that Sephiroth was sending his way. He flipped it open, keeping it low under the table. It was frowned upon to use phones during meetings, but he needed something to perk him up. He saw that it was from the Turk that he was just thinking about.

Do you know how hard it is to masturbate with a runny nose?

He snorted in an attempt to suppress the laughter at the inane comment on his PHS.

~well, I know at least he wasn't faking he was sick~

"Is there a problem, Zackary?" Sephiroth said in a low tone. Everyone in the room was looking at him.

~the damn Turk get's me in trouble, even when he's not here~

Zack clicked his phone shut. "Yeah. There's a – uh- situation, Sir. One of my protégés is sick and has been place in the infirmary. Sorry, gentlemen, but I must leave to check on him."

He ignored the glare from Scarlet, the only woman in the room, and the frown from Sephiroth. He mentally patted himself on the back at how quickly he thought up the fib to cover up his laughter and to get him out of the meeting.

~two birds with one stone. Sweet~

Sephiroth grabbed his own phone, flicking it quickly open and closed. "I see," he said and smoothly stood from his seat. "I believe I will have to escort Zackary to help remedy this situation."

Hojo frowned, "Is this something that I should be concerned with?"

Zack blinked slowly and realized that Reno sexual experimentation was getting him into so much trouble.

 

Warning: The real reason the Cloud didn't make it into SOLDIER. Language! Tsk, tsk Cloud is a potty mouth.

File Name​

I am so SCREWED!

Zack had to check again who it was that had sent him the message. It was usually Reno that sent him stuff like this… not Cloud.

Zack contemplated the message before responding with a simple question mark.

~maybe he forgot to return a library book on time~

He couldn't think of anything that Cloud would do to get himself into trouble. He was almost too shy to be in the infantry, as it was. The worst he had seen Cloud do was take an extra food ration at the Mess Hall.

~scrawny kid totally needs to put on some bulk~

I emailed my assignment to Mrs. Edwards because I missed class.

He still didn't see the problem. He used to email his assignments all the time. It was because he usually forgot his printed copies or got pulled away for some mission. It was never a big deal, as long as the instructor got it before it was due. And missing a class was something that happened often, as the infantry skills were often tested in the field and class schedules often got circumvented.

And you're screwed because?

He was pretty sure that Cloud was stressing out over nothing. The guy could be a bit on edge and broody at times. So what? He emailed an assignment in. He was too innocent and to damn cute to get into any real trouble. Mrs. Edwards was a stickler for the rules, but she liked cute boys like Cloud.

~she also like the ones that flirted with her~

Zack remembered that fondly. She was always amusing to flirt with.

Forgot I saved my last paper as 'eat shit Edwards' and didn't change the file name. I am sure she will be delighted when she gets it. I don't anticipate a passing grade.

Zack nearly spit out the coffee that he was drinking but just ended up in a sputtering cough.

~Mrs. Edwards is going to have a cow. Cloud is so right. He is completely screwed~

 

Warning: Yaoi, graphic and hard core. I mean, look at who I am writing about!

Instructor ​

"To the left. Left!"

Sephiroth grunted as he shifted his hips to accommodate the redheaded prima donna that lay beneath him.

"Harder! Damn it Seph. I am not a fuckin' girl."

Sephiroth narrowed his eyes but fulfilled the request by moving the hand that he had been stroking the other man's member with to his narrow waist.

"Don't let go!"

Sephiroth growled. He put one hand on Genesis' shoulder and moved one back to the bouncing member, all the while still trying to keep the force of his thrusting at the harder pace that was demanded.

"Squeeze harder!"

He complied.

He gripped the member tightly and tried to keep the steady strokes that Genesis had ordered before.

It was quite the task trying to keep track of all the demands that were being yelled at him.

~I'll have to gag him next time~

"Kiss me!"

Sephiroth leaned forward to capture the lips of the demanding man.

~shut him up for a bit at least~

Genesis gave a groan as Sephiroth forced his tongue into his mouth. He didn't want to stop the kiss because it would then mean that the redhead could talk. But he needed to release the mouth in order to breathe, or else he was sure that Genesis would throw out another demand if he did not keep the vigorous pace.

"Bite me!"

Sephiroth grunted as he moved his mouth to the crook of Genesis' neck and gave a small nibble along his collar bone.

"Quit being a damn pussy and bite me!"

He felt his eye twitch but complied, sinking his sharp teeth into the flesh, tasting his sweet blood. It caused Genesis to scream. Sephiroth felt the demanding man shudder and release between them.

"Come!"

Sephiroth hated that he involuntarily followed the demand and came into the challenging man, collapsing into a sweaty heap on top of him.

"Get off," Genesis said, groaning. Sephiroth felt the man's hands trying to push him away. He slowly obliged and rolled to the side. "That was fuckin' great, Seph."

Sephiroth grunted. It was always good with Genesis, despite his mouth. The other man stretched and curled his naked body around him, using him as a pillow.

"Going to have to gag you next time," Sephiroth whispered.

Genesis hummed, and with an amused chuckle asked, "Was I too loud again?"

Sephiroth gripped the man tightly, knowing with his fiery temper that he could take what he was going to say next badly.

~hopefully the afterglow will soften his reaction~

"The way you shouted out instructions, I felt like I was having sex with my battle instructor."

He felt the man tense in his arms and Sephiroth waited for the backlash to hit him.

"Instructor Clark or Perkins?"

~there is no way I am going to win this~

The way he shouted out instructions during sex made me feel like I was having sex with my gym teacher XD

 

Warning: Mentions of blood, glass, extremely bad language - grammar and words - and mention of overindulgence of alcohol.

MIЯROR​

"You got in a fight last night?"

Cloud sat beside Barret and was working on getting the glass shards out of his bloody hand. The large man was sitting slumped against the wall with a pained grimace on his face.

~why didn't he use his metal hand?~

Cloud could hear Tifa cleaning up the broken glass in the bathroom; the room where the fight occurred. They had pulled the yelling bloody swearing man out of the bathroom. He had cleared out the bar with his boisterous behaviour.

"Yeah! Some dude in the bathroom, yo," Barret mumbled and sipped on some water that Cloud had given him earlier. He looked like he was a little queasy and the last thing Cloud wanted was the man to puke on him. Barret's eyes were still a little glassy from his drinks and the obvious pain that he was in. "Fuckin' bastard. Damn it all, can't ya use a damn Cure?"

"Not until the glass is all out of your hand," Cloud said, pouring water over the bloody hand so he could find more shards. "Tifa is pissed at you for wrecking the bathroom." Cloud removed more pieces and ignored the whines and new stream of curses from the big man.

It was better that he was playing the 'nurse' as Tifa was pissed completely off at the mess. She would most likely be grinding the glass into his hand.

"Fuck, Spikey, I'll shell out for it," Barret said wincing as Cloud continued to pull out small pieces of glass. "Other bastard's fault anyways."

"Oh?"

"Dude was standin' there an' I notice he's got the same shirt as me on, so I'm like, 'Dude, we look like idiots'. Fuck! Do ya hafta be so mean with them damn tweezers!? Fuck, it hurts."

Cloud sighed. "Suck it up. What does his shirt have to do with you getting in a fight?"

"Fuck, weird dude. Idiot didn't say nuffin'. Jus' stared righ' back at me! Wouldn't tell me where he got it. So I got pissed and hit him! Fuckin' silent treatment! Don' know how it happened, but, fuck, he completely decimated my hand. I don' know how it got all bloody and covered with glass. Fuckin' strange dude." Barret rambled and then went on a tirade of curses.

Cloud stopped working on his hand and tried to control the laughter that was bubbling up in him. He looked at the bigger man to see if he seriously knew what he had just said.

"Somethin' wrong with ya?" Barret asked.

Cloud snorted and suppressed a smirk. He had to pull the tweezers away from the glass-infused hand because he was starting to shake.

"Wha? Do ya know the dude?"

"Um...Did this guy happen to look almost exactly like you?"

 

Warning: Vehicle destruction and annoyance.

My Bad​

Tseng frowned at the totalled car.

The mechanic already gave him the verdict.

"Who signed it out?"

"Who do ya think?" The mechanic growled. "He should stick ta his choppers and stay outta my damn cars."

Tseng sighed and rubbed his temple.

Elena scoffed beside him. "Fool is going to get himself killed pulling stunts like this."

Tseng couldn't argue.

He flipped open his phone and there was already a message from the redhead.

Sorry Boss

He didn't trust his voice to call him back at the moment. It was the third car in as many months that had been completely destroyed.

I drove you home. There is no excuse for wrecking a car 3 hours later.

"How did he even get out?" Elena said as she examined the wreckage.

Tseng practiced his calming breathing exercises before he looked at the newest message on his phone.

Yeah. My bad.

 

Warning: Stalker behavior and Yuffie…I think we should always place warnings about Yuffie.

Stalker 1​

"What are you doing?"

"Texting Vincent," Yuffie said with a large grin, her fingers dancing over the keys of her PHS.

"Why?" Tifa said.

"He doesn't check his voicemail," Yuffie said with another large smile. Tifa grabbed the phone from the smaller girl.

~such a ditz~

"Hey. I hadn't sent it yet," Yuffie said jumping at her phone.

"Quit being a stalker," Tifa said, well aware of how frustrated Vincent was becoming being bombarded with the messages that were coming in daily from the Wutain princess. He had brought the phone back the other day to ask her how to block a number.

~he was so flustered, it was almost funny~

Yuffie stood straight and held her chin up high. "I prefer the term 'tenderly watching'," she said. "Now give me my phone."

"Tenderly watching?" Tifa shook her head. "Shouldn't you be going after people your own age?"

"Pfft! They're boring. Vincent is interesting!" Yuffie jumped and grabbed her phone back from Tifa. "He wants to love me. He just doesn't know it yet."

Tifa rolled her eyes. "He is not interested in you."

Yuffie just laughed. "Of course he is!" She then started to hum as she continued tapping in her text.

~good thing I forward Yuffie's number for him~

 

Warning: Pretty strong hints of Yaoi

Surprise​

"A surprise?"

Angeal looked up to see Sephiroth contemplating his phone. From the look on his face, he was certain that it was from Genesis.

~they are truly pathetic~

"What does Gen want?" Angeal asked.

"He says that he has a surprise for me." Sephiroth frowned. "I did not particularly care for the last surprise that he left me. He used all of my shampoo and mixed up my teas."

Angeal snorted. "Then tell him to stuff it."

Sephiroth snorted. "He would like that." He watched as Sephiroth typed a message back.

~don't actually send that!~

"What did you do?" Angeal did not like the smirk that was on Sephiroth's face.

The smirk grew wider. "I asked him if my surprise involved a safe word."

Angeal groaned and shook his head. "I really don't need to know about your sex life."

Sephiroth shrugged and placed his phone on the table. "You asked."

"You can lie, you know."

Sephiroth chuckled lightly as he looked at his phone as it vibrated on the table. He looked like he was going to say some more, but his eyes grew wide and he stood abruptly.

~crap. Are they going to have another fight?~

"He didn't like your message?" Angeal asked, a little worried. He wanted to make sure that he was out of the blast zone if they were going to start fighting again.

Sephiroth shook his head. "He liked it. I have to go now, before he changes his mind."

Angeal rolled his eyes. "Way too much information!"

Sephiroth already started to walk briskly away. "Then stop asking!

 

Warning: Nope…

Ride​

"But, I hurt my foot!"

"No."

"We'll be late for the meeting."

"No"

"Don't you love me?"

"No."

"Ow. Rude, that hurts, yo. You're crushing me." Reno clutched at his chest but he was smiling way too brightly for Rude's liking.

Rude glared at his partner, who indeed had an injured foot. Reno currently had it prominently propped on his desk wrapped in a thick tensor bandage.

"Don't want it reinjured, yo."

Rude frowned heavily. The redhead was smiling brightly at him and tilted his head to the side.

~I hate it when he does this~

"If I reinjure it, we can't go on missions, and we both will have to get stuck staying here and doing paperwork." Reno used a singsong tone in his voice that Rude hated.

Rude could feel his usually strong will start to crumble as Reno started to hum and tap some papers on his desk.

"I won't ask you again," Reno added.

~yeah, right~

~deep calming breaths~

Tseng struggled to keep a straight face as he could as he watched Rude carrying Reno on his back into the meeting. Reno had a much too amused grin on his face and Rude looked like he was going to kill anyone that said anything.

"Yo," Reno greeted. "Like my new ride?"

~deep calming breaths~

Rude grunted, and if he wasn't so dark-skinned, Tseng could have sworn he was blushing. Reno was dropped roughly into the nearest chair with a huge grin on his face.

~remember to breathe~

Reno blurted and promptly put his injured foot on the table. "Who's going to give me a ride to lunch?"

Tseng looked over at the redhead. "Didn't the doctor give you crutches?"

Reno waved off the comment. "Pfft! Piggyback rides are my preferred mode of transportation."

 

Warning: Hangover, hints of yaoi, swearing and mentioning of other kinks.

Beep​

*beep-beep*

~oh man, my head hurts~

His head was pounding from the obvious overindulgence of his favourite drink - vodka. It was a new flavour and he wanted to make sure that he liked it.

Reno tried to roll over and it seemed that the room decided to do it for him. He groaned loudly and it hurt his ears to hear himself.

*beep-beep*

He remembered Tifa offering the new flavour – grape- and mixing it with some ginger ale. He also remembered that it tasted wonderful and he had more than his normal limits to what he could drink.

*beep-beep*

~how did I get home?~

That was a good question. He remembered Rude leaving him behind around midnight and Cloud coming in…

~oh yeah~

He reached up and touched his face to make sure that there weren't any cuts or broken parts. He was grateful that he still had all his teeth.

*beep-beep*

~bonus~

He did remember a fist colliding with his stomach though and he ran his hand over his bruised belly. He had hit him hard.

*beep-beep*

He was pretty sure that he deserved it though. He remembered vividly grabbing Cloud's leather bound ass and making a comment about purple silk.

*beep-beep*

~where the fuck is my phone?

He cautiously moved his head and looked at his long end table and saw that it was empty. The cord for the charger was there, but his phone was not attached.

*beep-beep*

It was on his dresser… across the room.

*beep-beep*

Two beeps, two messages.

*beep-beep*

He usually disabled his phone when he went to bed, so that he could sleep, and he so wanted to go back to sleep. His head and his stomach hurt on so many levels.

~I hoped I puked on Cloud~

*beep-beep*

But he wouldn't be able to sleep until he shut off the damn phone and that meant that he had to walk across the room.

*beep-beep*

"Damn phone," he muttered and he slowly and painfully sat up in his bed, then held his head as he walked. His stomach protested the movement. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or if it was the fist that had done it.

~doesn't matter~

He needed to shut the damn thing off so he could get to sleep.

*beep-beep*

He finally reached the phone and saw that there were indeed two messages and both were from Cloud. Even in his hangover state of nausea and pain, he was curious. Cloud had never phoned or texted him before.

I hope that you have to get out of bed and walk across the room to check out this text message

And the second message.

Perv

Yeah. He really pissed off Cloud.

~I think it has something to do with asking if he still had that dress~

 

Warning: Temper, temper…hints of Yaoi, if you squint.

Blah Blah Blah.....​

Rufus wanted to drive his fancy gold pen into his ears.

~I hate her~

She just would not shut up.

Weapons of the future… blah, blah, blah.

Robots… blah, blah, blah.

Control… blah, blah, blah.

The speech was pointless. He knew his father would do anything Scarlet wanted. He didn't know why they bothered with the board meeting. It wouldn't matter what sort of justification she offered, she had already laid it out and it would be granted.

He hated listening to her talk.

Advancement… blah, blah, blah.

Regeneration… blah, blah, blah.

He gripped his pen tightly and just about brought it to his ear.

~I so hate her~

He examined the clock. They were only a half hour into the meeting and she had booked the horrid thing for two hours.

~don't know if I am going to make it~

"What do you think, Sir?" Her voice was directed at him. Her cold eyes and the smirk on her lips meant she was aware that he was not enjoying himself and she was just rubbing salt into the wound.

"Sounds fine," he muttered.

And she continued… for an hour and a half more.

She got her approval for the Moto Ball.

~stupid concept~

It was Tseng that approached him after the meeting, gently putting his hand on his elbow and asked him if he was okay. "You look a little distressed, Sir."

He took a deep breath and looked at the dark-haired Turk. "Everytime she opens her mouth, I wish I were deaf."

Tseng squeezed his arm gently and gave him a small smile of understanding before he escorted him out of the room.

 

Warning: Yaoi thoughts….

Opportunity ​

"Ya dun wanna miss out on this unique opportunity," Cid slurred.

"Oh, and what would that be?" Vincent said as he took a sip of the drink in front of him. They had been matching drinks for the whole evening and Cid was feeling pretty good, but Vincent didn't even looked buzzed yet.

~guy's smaller than me, should be totally buzzed, especially if I get 'im outta that cape~

Cid laughed and slapped Vincent hard on his shoulder. "Aw, c'mon man. Aren't ya at least a lil' hammered yet?"

Vincent blinked at him and there was a shadow of a smile on his lips. "I am feeling fine."

Cid examined his gunslinger friend. He had got him to at least loosen that cape so that his face couldn't be hidden in the cowl.

~damn pretty face for a vampire~

They, well, he had been skirting the issue for years. Years! When they had been fighting Sephiroth, the closest thing he got was a glimpse of that white flesh as he crawled under the blankets when they had the comfort of an inn.

"Fine, eh?"

"Yes, Cid. Now. What was this 'unique opportunity' that I could be missing?" Vincent eyes were focused on him.

~pretty ruby eyes~

Cid smiled brightly, leaning close and grabbing the open collar of the cape. "I might be jus' drunk enough to make out with ya."

Cid had never been so forward before. He had been hinting at the man for years. He leaned a little closer so that he was within kissing the narrow, but rosy lips.

Vincent's eyes didn't change, but they stayed focused on his.

He wasn't responding. Cid was starting to feel a scared tingle creep across his body. Was Vincent mad? Was he appalled? Was he going to punch him? Was he going to die? Was he going to let his demons eat him?

~was he going to reject me?~

Vincent finally moved. He blinked his crimson eyes slowly and a softness came across his face. Cid swallowed hard as Vincent's tongue slid out of his mouth to lick his lips. "Is that what was required?"

 

Warning: Injury to favorite body parts.

Play Bite​

He frowned heavily at the sight of Hojo laughing at him.

"It's not that funny," Zack said, pouting.

Hojo just kept on laughing, his face twisted as he put his hand on the examination table as if he was keeping himself from falling. The whole of the hunched man was shaking and quivering with deranged mirth. He hated the man's laugh. It made him sound insane.

~pretty sure he is~

"Really. It's not that funny."

Hojo waved his hand and staggered out of the examination room, trying to breathe through his maniacal laughter.

"Hey, aren't you going to help me with this?" he yelled out the open door. All he got for an answer was more laughter.

~wonderful~

He looked down at his lap where he had an icepack covering his groin and problem. It still hurt.

A lot.

~never gonna let a drunk girl go down on me again~

 

Warning: nothing really worth mentioning…

Embarrassing ​

"Well, there was this time …" Genesis trailed off with his hand on his chin and his head tilted to the side.

Zack chewed his lip in anticipation. Genesis had promised to tell him an embarrassing story about Mr. High-and-Mighty-Honor-and-Pride. He was certain Genesis had to have a few stories about Angeal having a more playful side.

~he couldn't have been such a goody-two-shoes all the time~​

He never showed it around ShinRa, and Genesis had said he didn't always have the stoic and straight-laced mentor persona that he gave off. It was hard to think of Angeal any differently, and he wanted to hear the stories of a troublesome Angeal.

"No. That one won't do," Genesis said, adjusting himself in his chair. "Well, there was a time when…."

Zack leaned forward in his chair, anxious to hear whatever Genesis had to say.

Genesis hummed and tilted his head the other way. "There was that day where…."

"Where?" Zack trailed the word. He was sitting on the edge of his chair waiting for the next word to fall out of Genesis' lips.

Genesis tapped his forehead and opened his mouth as if he were going to say something, when a different deep and rich baritone voice rolled over them both. "What are you two talking about?."

~damn it~​

Genesis looked up at his childhood friend with a frown. "Oh. You are back early, Angeal. I was trying to tell him an embarrassing story about you, but then I remembered, that I am in all of them."

Angeal chuckled and clasped his arm tightly onto Zack's shoulder. "Indeed. I guess I am lucky that way."

Zack frowned heavily and looked over at an amused Genesis. His eyes were full of mirth and there must have been a whole lot of great stories, but he was never going to get it out of him.

~unless you get him a drink or two~​

 

Warning: Hangover, naked. Yaoi thoughts .... again… I know, I'm horrible

Ceiling ​

~This is not my ceiling~

Zack had gone to a party last night. He had arrived with a large group of other SOLDIERs and they had partied pretty damn hard, if he remembered correctly.

~it's awful quiet in here ~

His place was anything but quiet. The floor was full of rowdy Second Classes and he was one of them. Wasn't the party at Kunsel's? He should have been able to stumble back to his place. After all, it was only a few doors down.

~who did I go home with?~

He remembered making out with someone in a corner. A warm, male and muscular body that was leaner, but stronger than his. He remembered a low chuckle as the man pulled on his pant buckles.

~did we have sex?~

He didn't remember having sex.

~my butt doesn't hurt~

But he was naked and the sheets he was wrapped in were of higher quality than anything that he had encountered before. The place was huge. He called out to see if the guy that brought him home was around, but got the feeling that the apartment was quite empty.

~I must have sucked~

Well, that was a thought. Maybe that is all that they did? He ran his tongue in his mouth. Well, it was a possibility. His mouth did taste funny, but it could have been the drinks he had.

He looked for a clock to see what time it was, and was a little startled that it was nearly noon. He must have drank a lot last night, or maybe the guy slipped him something.

~maybe he'll want to come home for a nooner, whoever he is~

He sighed heavily as he stared at the ceiling that was not his own for awhile, unaware that he dozed until he looked at the clock again. It was three. Well. He felt better, but he needed a coffee and a shower.

The guy left him alone in his apartment, must be expecting him to make himself at home, so… he was going to make himself at home.

 

Warning: Angst….Tears….Sadness…

Three Weeks ​

He held onto the sobbing ten year old boy who was clinging desperately to him.

"It's alright. Let it out," Tseng said, a little uncomfortable at the role of giving comfort. It was not something that he was familiar with.

Rufus still sobbed and pressed his face against his belly. It sounded as if he was saying something but he couldn't make it out between his painful-sounding sobs.

He pulled Rufus away from his belly and dropped to one knee in front of him so he could look into the boy's smoky eyes.

"Take a deep breath," Tseng said and demonstrated it. He was glad to see the boy follow his example. Tseng ran his hands over the tear stained cheeks.

"Better?"

Rufus nodded slightly.

"Now. Can you tell me what's wrong?"

Rufus sniffed and lowered his eyes to the ground. He took a couple of deep breaths before his voice squeaked. "She only been dead for three weeks."

Tseng's eyes grew wide. He was well aware of the trauma of losing his mother in a violent death only three short weeks ago. The boy had handled it better than most adults could. He couldn't help but feel proud of the boy. He was aware that Rufus cried himself to sleep at night, as he was often the one to return him home at the end of the day. He was also aware why the boy took to wearing white, just like his mother had always worn in a way to defy his father, who demanded dark suits and clothing for public appearances.

"Yes, it has been three weeks. Are you holding up all right?" He brushed more tears that leaked onto the boy's cheeks.

~maybe the loss is finally hitting him?~

Rufus sniffed, rubbing his nose across his white sleeve. "He wants me to call her mom!" His voice cracked and broke at the last words, and the tears cascaded out of a child's eyes that had seen too much.

He took the boy into his arms, for that was all he could do to comfort him. Telling him that his father would most likely lose interest in this new woman in a couple of months and have to go through the same thing all over again would not comfort him at all.

All he could do was hold him.

 

Warning: Het.

Bra​

Aerith sighed as Zack kissed her neck. His hands bravely moved up her bare sides.

She was lying down on the slide in the children's park and Zack was pressing against her. Her dress was already pushed up, and Zack eagerly pulled it over her head and threw it over to the swings.

She giggled at Zack's eagerness. His shirt and sword were already leaning against the ladder of the slide and his pants were undone.

He smiled down at her and lowered himself to kiss her lips. She raised herself to meet his hungry kiss and felt his hands move behind her back.

She gasped.

~this was really going to happen~

She didn't think she would be so eager, but Zack's kisses were full of passion that she could not deny, and she decided that it was time. They had been dating for six months. She knew that he was being patient and he was as eager as … well, a puppy.

His hands were still fiddling behind her back and he stopped kissing her and made a small grunting sound.

"Having problems?" she said and giggled as Zack pulled away, with an obviously frustrated look on his face. "Is it your first time?"

"Well," he said, rubbing the back of his head and giving her the cutest look, "with a girl? Yeah."

She was referring to undoing her bra and didn't know how to respond to this revelation.

 

Warning: Angst….Well it is about Vincent

Demons ​

They were all looking at him. They were all judging him. He could feel all their eyes on him, even though his back was turned to them.

~should have stayed in my coffin~

He had tried to hold back. He didn't want his demons to emerge as they fought, but his body was filled with a tension that could not be held back any more, and Galian was pissed ...

~hungry too~

… off at the last monster.

He hesitantly looked over to the silent group.

Cid stood with a cigarette that was just about dropping out of his mouth.

Yuffie had her hands covering her mouth and her eyes were large and bright.

Tifa looked stunned, but had her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

Cait … well, looked like a strange cat on a giant stuffed animal.

~don't understand that thing. How does that even work?~

Aerith looked strangely amused.

Barret had his gunarm pointing at him, and there was a light shake in the man.

Nanaki hair stood all askew and his lips were twisted into a snarl.

Cloud had his sword drawn, but it was pointing at the ground.

~I scared them~

He hid his face in the cowl of his cape, but kept his eyes on the group. "I have demons in me."

Cloud was the first to speak, "Hojo?"

He nodded.

Cloud twirled his sword up onto his back, as if the name of the mad doctor explained everything. "Do you have control over your monsters?"

He nodded again.

A horrible squeal filled the air. He was alerted to the small ninja flying at him and wrapping her arms around his waist. "That was so cool! Does he play fetch? Do you think I could ride him? He was cute. How did you do that?"

The others, and the demons, laughed at his discomfort, but at least they did not seem to be scared of him anymore.

He tried to peel the pesky ninja off of him and was grateful when Cid grabbed her collar and pulled her off of him. "Goddamn yer a pest," Cid said as he threw her aside.

 

Warning: Cursing, sexual innuendo, and Reno…

Phone Envy ​

"Damn it!"

Zack looked over to see Genesis looking at his PHS with a frustrated look on his face.

"Dead again, huh?" Zack asked, already knowing the answer as he watched Genesis flip his phone violently closed. "I thought you got a new one."

"They keep giving me shit!" Genesis growled, pressing buttons on the phone as if it were to magically start working again. His blue eyes were full of anger.

"Reno got a new one. He likes his," Zack said trying to help the angry General.

"What did he get? Do Turks get different PHS than we do?" Genesis said flipping his phone violently opened and closed. "Ask him how long it last when he uses it. My battery barely last me a day!"

Zack flipped open his phone and type in the message to the Turk. He knew he was in a meeting but would be texting under the table.

How long does it last when you play with it a lot?

"What model does he have?" Genesis grumbled.

Zack remembered it was the C-T25 model. Genesis scowled. "This is the B model! This is a piece of absolute shit! I am going to have to have a talk with Reeve about the phones he is issuing to the SOLDIERs. You even have a higher model than me."

Zack looked at the message that was returned on his phone. He read it to the angry red General. "He says, 'fifteen to twenty minutes, depending on the porn."

Genesis blinked a few times and then narrowed his eyes angrily. "His phone, you moron. I don't care about his Friday nights."