Skeren Dreamera

Let's see what I did this year!

2008-12-03T07:42:24Z

Take the first sentence (or two) from the first post of each month of 2008. That's your year in review.

January: Title: Collections
February: I know I haven't answered the meme I posted yet, I sort of hit a wall, and well, work.
March: bwaha?
April: Title: Imprinted Thought
May: I did! Two drabble bits.
June: ... >.>
July: ... <.<
August: .... >.<
September: Title: Spirit Imagery- part one
October: Title: Mistress
November: I was at work yesterday and totally had a moment of 'you can't be serious.' It was over, of all things, a word.
December: Take the first .... yadda yadda yadda

I am -so sorry- everyone. I hadn't realized... well, I didn't realize I was made of so much fail this year. I swear. To make it up to people (and see if anyone even still reads this damn thing after my summer vanishing act) I am taking prompts!

Any fandom on my archive post at the top front of my journal is up for grabs. Though I have half naked men on my IJ, so, er, if you're at work, you have been warned. Gimme a character and a word, also, those of you who RP with me, all those muses are game too.

BWAHAHA

2008-11-25T16:08:35Z

Can I not be in a car that long again?

In total, the weekend was about 12 hours of driving, likely give a couple hours more.

We went to St Louis. Then Champagne, then Springfield. Then Athens.

We passed by Troy and Sparta.

That last one got giddy sleep deprived dancing by the way. And shouts of 'this is Sparta' as Sam's boyfriend tried to be at one with my PSP and pretend he didn't know us. That was on the way home though, so it was understandable.

I almost got to drive once we got back to Indiana, likely for the best that I didn't though as we likely would have died since I nigh passed out shorty after.

Before that we were well fed by Sam's grandparents, and went to a babyshower, and dear gods thank you for lack of games at that thing, and they had tasty fruit dip!

The night before we went to see chibirisuchan so go lookit her squeeing over the whole thing, she does it well. Also, she's cute, I wanted to pinch her cheeks or something.

earlier that day we went to St Louis, and we were in the arch. Me and Zack found out that Sam does not like the rockey elevator thing to get to the top. She got to play on my DS for the ride back down as not to have a minor spaz attack over it.

We saw Zack's gramma's grave, which unfortunately I didn't enjoy so much as my bladder was staging a violent revolt during. I wish it hadn't, the graveyard (Valhalla) was quite lovely.

And last, but not least. It's that time of year again.

I moved since last year, so guys, change your addresses!

Sarai Elvira
1110 E Spring St APT 1
New Albany, IN 47150
USA

Also, if you want me to have your address (I make my own cards) givit, cause I'm not sure who all still has functioning addresses from last year. (comments screened)

And one last thing...

Aren't they cuuuute?

Eggies!

2008-11-21T03:43:05Z

Please has saving now?

Just like That

2008-11-20T23:00:45Z

Title: Just Like That
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Cid
Rating: Caution due to Cid talk
Summary: Cid really didn't like the logic being used here.

He was, simply put, annoyed. A person couldn't just disappear like that. There was no magic code word, no materia, no anything that could make someone dissolve away right in front of someone else's nose like that.

But, that's essentially what happened. The mad had faded away into sparkly nothing right in front of his damn nose. He'd blame the planet, but that hadn't happened to Aeris, had it? No, her body had stayed tangible, solid, and very very dead. There hadn't been any mysticism there, there'd just been a cold corpse.

This time, they didn't even get that and he'd be damned if he'd just let it sit. The hocus pocus involved here was, put frankly, really fucking annoying. Sure, Cloud was a special, spiky headed little shit, but that didn't mean he didn't deserve to be properly buried.

It sure the fuck didn't mean that he was supposed to sit back, kick up his heels, and wait for his comrade to maybe pop up in a few years to follow in Sephiroth's footsteps either.

Freaky, insane, silver haired little fucker.

Thus, there was only one course of action left, obviously.

He'd go down to the church and bitch. Really fucking loud.

And he'd take some tea, just in case it took a while.

skeren @ 2008-11-14T23:54:00

2008-11-15T04:54:21Z

If you saw me in the back of a police car, what would you think I was arrested for?

Answer me, then post this in your own journal to see how many different crimes you get accused of committing.

Faded Line

2008-11-06T04:00:30Z

Title: Faded Line
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Cloud, Sephiroth
Words: 819
Note: Written for croixsouillees Because she's been craving Seph/Cloud stuff.
Summary: The lines of reality thin after a while.

He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, resting his forearms on his legs and staring blankly down at the water under his swinging feet. Here was a place nobody where thought to look for him. Priscilla pretty much ensured that nobody would bother him, the girl’s crush having faded to a wistful admiration as she’d gotten older, and she, at least, seemed to realize that everyone needed a little time alone.

And to think the girl had once declared she’d marry him someday. Shaking his head over the irony of his one co-conspirator being a little girl, he lifted his head to turn his attention to the sky above. Junon was a more prosperous place now than it had been when he’d chased Sephiroth, but the electric towers were the same. Dangerous and difficult to get up to.

He didn’t need the dolphin to get up there anymore, and when he did see the beast, he made sure to give him a treat.

Things had been simpler at that point, in a lot of ways, than they were now.

Now everything was peaceful but... then he’d just had one goal. Find Sephiroth.

Now... he had what? A head full of his own memories that didn’t mesh together properly, a chunk of memories that he’d stolen from a dying man, and a longing to talk to someone he’d killed several times and who he couldn’t rightly claim he’d ever seen sane up close. He also couldn’t forget the broken one sided relationship that never went anywhere and the friendships that seemed to lead primarily to introspection.

All very healthy, that.

As he lowered his gaze back to the horizon, he felt a hard breeze, the wind making his clothing snap a little where it was less snug. It was relaxing. Simple.

Even the deliveries refused to just be simple anymore, so he could really use more things that were uncomplicated. Stupid ‘healer of the world’ status. He hadn’t asked for that at all.

But he had it.

He shook his head slightly, closing his eyes to take in the breeze more fully, only to have it immediately stop. Partially. He could feel it against his legs, but his body wasn’t getting the feel of the wind anymore.

That made no sense.

Opening his eyes, he turned his head to look, quietly dreading that Tifa had taken it into her head to hunt him down.

She hadn’t.

He half wished that she had.

Staring at the leather clad legs, at the silver bands just above the knee, he dreaded the idea of looking further up. He wasn’t armed. There hadn’t been any dramatic entrance or petty vandalisms to warn this was coming. This was his safe spot.

And Sephiroth wasn’t supposed to come to his safe spot.

Sephiroth wasn’t supposed to appear without warning, period.

“Cloud.” The voice was low, the lack of the mocking edge jerking his attention upwards. Yes, it was Sephiroth, and he didn’t trust him even an inch more because Masamune wasn’t in sight. He’d been hit with those hands, and the man knew how to deliver a blow, when he felt like it.

“How are you here?” He tensed, knowing his hostile question might get a negative reaction... but when the man moved, he only sat, one foot dangling over the side of the power tower.

“Haven’t you been wishing quite a lot lately Cloud?”

“Not for you.”

“Especially for me.”

He didn’t know how to react to... this. This calm, quiet conversation was eerie, unreal. It made him hope to jerk awake from restless sleep like he hadn’t in weeks. “Why would I ever wish for you? You ruined my life. By rights, I should be trying to kill you now.”

“And yet, you aren’t.” The other man shook his head, and the wind he’d blocked blew hair across his hands. He saw it happen, but the contact was ghostly at best, unsubstantial. “Maybe you realize it wouldn’t accomplish anything?”

“How are you here Sephiroth?”

The man laughed, looking him in the eye, and the slightly mocking edge was there, but not the same one he was familiar with. “I’m here because you haven’t forgotten me Cloud. But just for now.”

He scowled slightly at the answer, uneasy because of it, and he was going to retort when the man moved, making him jerk back. It wasn’t an attack. It was a kiss. A ghostly, warm kiss that he could almost feel, and then it was gone.

He didn’t remember closing his eyes, but he must have. At the very least he must have blinked, because the man was gone.

He still heard the warm laugh on the wind that had followed the ghostly touch, but he was alone.

He didn’t understand it.

The brief moment had been confusing, but shockingly simple.

Just what he’d been wishing for.

Nations: visitors

2008-11-04T20:18:54Z

Title: Visitors
Arc: Nations
Fandom: FF7
Characters: Yuffie, Tseng
Words: 571
Rating: G
Warning: The AUness!
Arc summary: It's an alternate universe where Sephiroth is a king, while Zack, Cloud, Vincent, and Rufus are his harem slaves, who he has renamed as gems.
Note: Follow the tags to get to previous parts, which are in order. Comments appreciated!

She wanted to be there already! Shifting side to side in her saddle had only irritated her mount to no end, and that had irritated her escort to no end. It wasn't her fault that her bird had skittered sideways into his!

Still, he'd threatened to paralyze her for the rest of the journey if her bird did it again, which had effectively killed her fidgets. Him being her escort meant he wasn't supposed to do things like that. Him also being a mage meant that she couldn’t count on getting him in trouble if he did do it.

She was a princess, he was a mage. Her aim of being a Queen didn't mean diddly when not dealing with someone from her own court. Even if he looked it. She bet his mom was from Wutai.

Shaking thoughts of the mage out of her head, she looked around the city. Mideel. She'd heard about it, but she'd never seen it before. In fact, she'd missed her sister's wedding because of something political back home. She'd totally saved Reeve's cookies this time, but that didn't make up for not seeing Mr. I'm-too-mysterious-for-my-own-good.

But! She was here now! That was what counted. She was here now and she was going to see her sister, and meet the rumor laden Sephiroth.

And maybe, if she did it right, she could find someone fun to talk to here too. A someone that wasn't a stuff shirted mage who needed to get laid, and wasn't doing their level best to suck up to her. She eyed up the back of her escort's robes. Green, of course. Galetha's noble colors and all that. Why couldn't he have worn any of her noble colors? She'd bet a good penny he'd look good in them.

"Lady Yuffie, you can't get us there faster by giving me dirty looks."

"Oi! I wasn't! I just... was thinking. You know, we're back to your home and all so, well, you got a special someone here that you were staying all stiff lipped for back in Wutai? Huh?"

Dark eyes glanced back to her, and she felt a grin coming on at his horrified look. The mage was so fun to tease. "No. Nothing of that sort at all Princess."

"Riiiight, so there's nobody here who calls you just plain 'Tseng' huh?"

"No." He turned forward again, kicking his white bird up to a trot. If she didn't know better she'd think he was trying to get away from her. He cut off her next tease though, and his words made her look from him to the road she'd been ignoring. "We're almost there, so just settle down for a bit longer Lady Yuffie."

She nodded, but was a bit too busy taking in the tall spires of the castle only just visible past the wall in front of them. "Yeah."

There was only a few moments of silence before she had another thought though. "Hey Tseng?"

"Yes, Lady Yuffie?"

"Do you think they'll try to make me wear a dress?"

There was a long pause in response to her question, then finally a sigh. His tone was very put upon, which she thought was totally unfair. "Yes, Lady Yuffie."

"Damn."

Ah well, at least she had one thing to look forward to anyway.

... ... WTF world.

2008-11-03T17:12:27Z

I was at work yesterday and totally had a moment of 'you can't be serious.' It was over, of all things, a word.

I work in an employee dining room at a casino, so I see all the employees, right? Well, this one lady saw me out on the main floor, and then when she turned around, I'd ducked into the back to check the food right in front of her.

Cheerfully, in an attempt, admittedly somewhat silly, to make her smile, I went "Look, I teleported!"

She made a 'what?' noise at me so I repeated myself.

At which point she asked "What's teleported?"

....Suffice it to say I was very very unsure how to react aside from explaining, and wondering how the hell someone had never heard that word before.

Nations: Mistress

2008-10-22T09:34:56Z

Title: Mistress
Arc: Nations
Fandom: FF7
Characters: Sephiroth
Words: 900
Rating: G
Warning: The AUness!
Arc summary: It's an alternate universe where Sephiroth is a king, while Zack, Cloud, Vincent, and Rufus are his harem slaves, who he has renamed as gems.
Note: Follow the tags to get to previous parts, which are in order. Comments appreciated!

He should have expected this. A loophole. Or rather, a political nightmare.

The marriage was official, he had his queen for his kingdom, he had a woman to bear his heir and be a settling piece over how the lineage would be carried through.

The council, however, seemed to disagree. They declared her unfit because her father was her grandmother's child, not her mother. It was a small detail, one Wutai had overlooked for the simple fact that lineage, there, traveled through the sons, and while daughters were at times prized, and might even rule if no other options were present, they were not ultimately important. Here, in Galetha, that was not so. He had right to rule because his father was a queen's only child, and thus, the magic passed leadership through him to his only child. He took after his mother in looks, a lady of the royal line who had been found to keep it from deviating too far from where it ought to be.

He had been expected to do as his father had, to find a wife of the line for the sake of genes, even though the magic would work through him as it had his father. And now, he was being told he still hadn't completed that task. The line was broken at his wife's father, and thus, it rendered her unsuitable. They had only decided this once the marriage was finalized, of course.

In all, the news was... unpleasant. He would not, honestly could not, back out on the marriage now. Not only had the people seen, accepted, even rejoiced at the wedding, but the gods had looked on that ceremony, and the gods took those who turned on their gifts very poorly. It had been a long time since any gifts had been given, and he wouldn't be the one to cause the gods to once again turn a blind eye to them all.

Thus, a quandary.

How was he to get an heir that might be accepted by law and not have his wife ousted?

A mistress.

The very idea, unfortunately, displeased him. In a way it even offended him. He had his Gems. He had his wife. His wife, by necessity, lay before the Gems in the hierarchy, only unable to oust them because they were not hers. A mistress would be a nebulous middle ground, a person who wasn't fully controlled, yet recognized as something more powerful than bed slaves.

Thus, he paced. He walked his room, for once alone, even Amethyst tucked out of his sight while he tried to work through this new problem. Think through his second cousins and further for anyone that might be suitable. Anyone who would not cause more upset in his household than the marriage itself had already done.

He came up with nothing.

He wanted to ask his Gems, Diamond in particular, but with his own mixed feelings, that would be unwise. He was their king, not their equal, and he had to keep up such appearances, no matter how it at times pained him or them.

No, in this instance, he had to speak to Tifa. His wife.

She already knew some of the issue, though not the fact he was already being forced to bend her position as the only female in his household. That he would unfortunately have to tell her when he spoke to her.

Among other things, such as why he was finding this such an onerous chore. After all, why should a king protest more women in his bed when it had long since been made more than obvious to his queen that what they had was nothing at all like love?

He could not point and say he had enough people to satisfy, as, while not a lie, it was not acceptable. The Gems were discounted. If they were deemed to interfere, they would be set aside until he had time for them again, no more no less.

He could not say that he was devoted to Tifa alone, as she would know it was a lie, just as he would. He did not touch her more than he had to, and she would resent even this in light of her child not taking the throne.

No, he had to admit his disfavor towards women. They were not to his taste, and while only the Gems, not even all of them, were thus far aware... his wife had to be informed.

Else, she would never accept that he had to find another woman to clutter his household.

Closing his eyes, he sighed deeply. If only this once, the matter could be resolved simply, he would thank the gods in a most fitting way.

Nodding slightly at that silent vow, he gathered his dignity, chasing his troubles from his expression as he moved to leave his rooms. The king, after all, did not fret, and the mantle had to be worn to that certain view.

That did not, however, mean he could not be surprised.

Standing in front of the door was the priestess, and she looked, well, as if she had gotten unwelcome news.

"I apologize for coming to disturb you unannounced My King... but I have a few things I must discuss with you. They're about the ceremony."

That simply, the matter of a mistress was put on hold.

For the moment.

Log of the Wutai Pet, Original Setup

2008-09-30T06:10:51Z

Characters: Sephiroth, Yuffie Kisaragi
Words: 4021
Note: This is an AU universe, it's an RP and Yuffie isn't done by me, where Sephiroth was given over in trade as incentive from Shinra to cooperate with the Reactor infringement as part of a pre-war treaty. He was 14 at the time and thus has been here quite some time.

For some reason, Yuffie had always been warned away from this area. This time she just slinked over when the people who should have been paying attention weren't-- most likely due to the rampaging herd of Chocobos over yonder... All too easy.

It didn't take more than a moment for the movement to register as someone came into his little corner of the world, and he bristled a little, not wanting to deal with it. Moving a bit deeper into his corner of gardens, having already finished his practice, he decided to avoid first.

"Hello~?" Yes, forget caution. It really wasn't what Yuffie was known for. She picked her way further into the unknown territory, half-remembering to keep an ear out for trouble.

Not interested. Slipping into his apartment area, he set his blade down over a look over that indicated it didn't need attention, going directly away from the girl. It wasn't a voice he knew in any case.

"Aww, come on..!" Yuffie knew somebody was there. Damnit, she really did. Kicking idly at a rock, she scanned the vicinity before poking around some more.

Ignoring it. Perhaps he'd get lucky and it would go away. Taking the sticks out of his hair, he shook it down out of the loose knot and padded over to put them in their pot with the others. If nothing else, he would never lack for decoration.

Hm... This didn't seem to be working. "I'm not goin' anywhere!" Yuffie called, wondering just vaguely if she'd have to sleep in a tree tonight. Probably, at the rate this was going.

Blissfully ignoring the noise, he moved to his nest of pillows and blankets and settled into it after a last few lazy stretches. Where had he put that book?

Ah, but she didn't like being poked in the butt with nobbly bits of twig... "'Kay," she mumbled, "If you won't come to me..." Perkily, she made her way further in and looked around. Lo and behold! A trace of a grin appeared and she made her way over.

Settled in to firmly ignore the interruption to his day, he had gotten the book open by the time he heard her come in. At least girls tended to not attempt to do anything to him. Easier to ignore that way.

She investigated the door. No lock? Hopefully no lock! After a little glance around on her tip-toes, she tested the door and found it, strangely enough, not to be locked. "Hi!"

He tucked himself a bit further down into the pillows. Perhaps she would not see him and go. Yes... Making sure he was in the right spot, he started to read.

Whoever it was sure was quiet! Yuffie cocked her head to the side and stepped in, looking left and right. "Heyhey, I'm the ninja here. Come on out~."

Turning a page, he did his very best to tune her out while still keeping track of where she was. Well, ninja meant she had some rank, so the girl might think she had a right to him or something similar. It made him bristle a little and he eyed the page closely.

A small pout, and she scuffed at the floor with her foot. Too quiet! She was perfectly happy to yap to herself for hours, usually, but... "Pleeease? I'll be quiet if you do!"

More suspicious with that statement, he decided it would be wiser to the abort the book for now and tucked himself deeper into his bedding.

Well, at least she could see movement. Not letting herself be disheartened, she walked right on forwards and stopped again a few feet away. "I don't bite or anythin'."

As though that made a difference? Slinking under his covers, he contemplated sneaking around and back out.

"I'll probably leave sooner if you come out," Yuffie suggested, inching closer. When she was in range, she reached out and poked at his bedding. "Otherwise I'll never leave you alone."

The poke earned her a deep chested growl, and he shifted the bedding enough to give her a feline, glowing eyed glare.

"Aha! Life!" She seemed completely unperturbed by the glare, though she did blink a little. "What'cha looking at me like that for?"

He shifted slightly to push the blanket out of the way, ignoring having once more proved a futile deterrence. "Go away."

And, aha! It spoke! Yuffie added a score to her inner 'win' tally. "Nah. Y'look kinda shiny." She tilted her head slightly. "And I'm kinda bored of talkin' to everyone else."

He growled again, eyes narrowing a bit as he pushed himself up to a proper sitting position. "I don't care. Go away."

Her shiny-meter went off the chart. "You're kinda pretty! The way you were hiding like that, I kinda thought you'd look like a Tonberry or something..." She blinked a little at his words, head tilting to the other side.

He just continued to glare at her through his hair for a moment before turning his gaze out the window, attempting wordless dissmissal instead.

"You're snippier than Chekhov." What an achievement. Yuffie bit back a snigger and shuffled closer. "What'cha looking at?"

He looked back to her and growled again. "None of your concern."

Yuffie blinked again, and this time she did pause. "Oh really~..."

"Yes." That said, he turned his gaze back out the window.

"So, Snippy! What's your name?" She had an idea who he was, of course... but nothing definite. She peered at him, sitting on the very edge of the bed.

Her action gained the benefit of him immediately moving to ensure he was out of arm's reach, then silence.

"Okay, then you're Snippy. Or Shiny... Which do you like better?" She waited where she was.

Still no reply, and he was back to not even looking at her, a hand absently brushing his hair back so it wasn't impeding his view... of whatever he so happened to be looking at.

Since he wasn't being helpful, Yuffie settled on Shiny. Like his hair... she could barely resist poking at it. "Hey, hey... Shiny, do you know my name?"

Not his name, thus she was even more persistently ignored than before.

"Shiny, it'd reeally help if y'gave me a hint. Wouldn't it be a bit, y'know, embarrassing if the name I thought you were called is actually the wrong name?" She leaned over and prodded at him.

He looked to her but said nothing, just giving her a level stare.

Apparently not. Yuffie heaved a huge sigh and ran a hand through her hair, hmphing softly. "Alright, alright! fine.... Lessee..." She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment as she ran over names. "Ch-- no, To-- naaah, Um..."

One eyebrow arched at the... options, but he said nothing, shifting slightly to face her, out of reach, for the first time since she came in the room.

She noticed the movement and shifted faintly, but didn't open her eyes. Instead she wrinkled her nose in concentration. "Ahh... Cu-- no! Thats not it! Shinj... Nah, thassa stable hand..."

Shaking his head and deciding that she hadn't the faintest idea, he pushed his hair down along his back, then made himself comfortable.

"Se..." Ooh, that sounded like it was on the right lines! She straightened a little and cracked her eyes open. "Se... Seph-" Hmmm... What was it? Gah!

Perhaps not entirely clueless then. Still, he just watched her. If she could read it wasn't as though his name was hard to spot as he was currently.

She closed her eyes again. Bah! "Seph... Hmm... Sephi-something! Sephichuu?" No.

Blind. He tilted his head. He always had wondered what they'd done when ninja got stupid. Did they set them on the young ones then?

Aha! "Sephiroth!" She was quite pleased with herself, but her face fell as soon as she noticed-- oh....

He just hummed a little and continued to watch her with that look.

Yuffie glared at him. "That was mean."

"Your point?" He tilted his head, just watching her.

"You could have told me," she pointed at him, "that your name was right there!"

"Why would I do something like that?" He gave her an arch look, tone implying that was a bit stupid.

"'Cause it wasn't-- uh, polite! Yep, thats it. It wasn't polite." She dropped her hand and settled for just glaring at him sulkily.

"Oh, you're one of those misguided into thinking that I actually have a semblance of civility aren't you?" He arched an eyebrow at her before shaking his head.

"No, I'm one of those who know you obviously don't actually have a semblance of civility." She parroted, still sulking.

"Then why would you think I would tell you anything?"

"Because I didn't know you were a jerk before. But I'll think I'll call you Sephichuu anyways." The sulk was replaced with a small grin.

He arched an eyebrow at her, then promptly rolled over to lay on his stomach and picked up his book to look for his last page.

Argh, no! He wasn't supposed to go back to ignoring her! Yuffie huffed and edged closer. "Aww, c'mon. Talk to me! Its gotta be boring, being over here n' all alone."

He paged through until he finds where he stopped on her arrival and started to read.

Yuffie twitched slightly, and finally stopped moving once she was right next to him. "What're you reading?"

He didn't even bother trying to answer. She wasn't touching him, and thus was perfectly ignorable.

She peered around a little, trying to see. She could always poke him if he kept ignoring her, anyway.

He didn't try to hide the book, though he did shift it to keep it in the light.

Hey-- and she'd been able to see it then! Yuffie tilted her head a little more so she could see the page again, without obstructing his light this time. ... Hmm. It felt like she was forgetting something.

This time, he ignored her perfectly well, turning the page once he reached the end of it. Of those who seemed intent on harassing him, at least this girl had a concept of quiet. With effort.

She had experience in keeping her mouth shut. Sometimes. It didn't usually last long, but... Yuffie blinked, following the words on the page with no small amount of confusion. "Huh..."

Realizing the girl had no idea what the book was about, he rolled over onto his back, letting his hair fall over the edge of the bedding onto the floor. It was comfortable.

It was kinda hard to follow him... but she did it anyway, keeping her eyes on the page. "Oh yeah! Did I tell you my name?" That's what she'd forgotten!

"Hmmm? No." He turned another page.

She settled again, continuing to try and read what she really, really didn't actually understand. "M' Yuffie! Kisaragi."

"............" He actually looked at her at that point, a small frown crossing his face.

She blinked at him, nonplussed. "Eh?"

".......Oh."

"Ehhhh?" She repeated, blinking at him some more. Well... this was a switch. Normally her being a Kisaragi didn't bother anyone...

He eyed her critically, the small frown staying firmly in place.

She frowned back, "Whaat? Did I say something stupid again?"

"Kisaragi?"

She nodded slowly. "Uh huh... Old man Godo's my dad." (She muttered 'unfortunately' under her breath). A small tilt of the head. "Why?"

"I was unaware there was any children of the line at your age." Closing his book after a glance, he held it loosely in his fingers.

She sat herself up properly and raised an eyebrow slightly, "Wha-? You know my family?" Stupid question. Everybody knew her family, but most didn't pay much attention anyway.

He was still giving her that intensely studying look. "Who was your mother?"

That look unnerved her a little. She shifted, looking away briefly. "Nioan."

The diverted attention was long enough she likely missed the flicker of surprise. "So she had a daughter."

"Well, obviously." Yuffie muttered, eyes on the wall. She never usually let herself think about her family or the past much.

He studied her for a moment more, then closed his eyes. "I see."

She shook her head sharply and looked at him again, refusing to let her mindset settle like that. "See what?"

"If you discredit my memory of her, I will be most cross with you." He gave her a level, intense stare, then picked up his book and started to page through it with nothing further.

"Wha- hey!" Yuffie, for all that his stares un-nerved her, wasn't willing to be quiet just yet. "The only one I 'discredit' is Godo! Mom was... really special. I wouldn't say anythin' bad about her." She frowned at him.

"Good." He found his page, relaxing some and looking for where on the page he'd stopped.

"Why d'you care, anyway?" After a moment, she settled back down and went back to reading it as well.

"She was the only person in Wutai I've yet met who was worth anything." It was a simple statement, and one he deemed true. Then again, considering what sorts of things people tended to want from him, it wasn't unreasonable.

"... Tell me about her?" She continued to look at the page.

"... She was very intelligent."

"... I know that."

"She understood how things ought to be." He gave her a narrowed eyed look then looked back to the book, turning his page.

"Isn't there another word for that?" Yuffie blinked, eyebrows furrowing slightly, and 'hmphed' at his look. She started reading again at the page turn.

"That?"

"Understanding stuff. The world, people n' stuff. Not just textbook crap."

"Empathy? Not the same. Though it was there, better than most of the fools here."

Now it was Yuffie's turn to give him a slightly narrow look, but then she deflated slightly. "... I guess some of them are kinda... But what is it if it ain't empathy, then? I don't get it."

"Perception." He flicked his gaze to her. "Kind of? Hm."

"Perception? Ohh... yeah." She paused on a word on his page that she didn't quite understand and frowned again. "Godo is about as perceptive as a dead fish, I think."

"Godo is selfish at best." The words were laced heavily with venom, but were also oddly flat.

"Y'can say that again." She figured out the word and that cheered her enough to stop her from snarking too much. Strange, they seemed to share an opinion on something...

"There would be no point. It is, after all, a point that makes no difference in any present standing."

"... Huh?" She glanced at him, blinking again.

He flicked his fingers at his surroundings and then turned his page in the book. "Tell me princess, what do I seem to be to you?"

She looked around at his gesture, then back to the book, then back to him. "Dunno. You're weird. You knew mom and you think Godo's a selfish idiot. You're.... Different." She shrugged, not quite understanding the question. "Not a bad thing, even if you are a bit of an ass. Why?"

He was quiet for a long moment, then slowly turned his head to eye her. Dear gods she was serious. "Girl, how old are you?"

"Seventeen." She eyed him back.

He watched her for a moment, then closed the book with a snap of the pages, twisting to move nose to nose with her. "I see. Now, using intelligence hopefully not inherited from your father, answer my question in a more technical sense, hmm?"

She twitched back immediately, staying quiet while she mulled it over.

He didn't move, still and patient, eyes slightly narrowed, feline since he was in direct light.

She could figure this out! It wasn't that hard! "You..." Hmm...

"I?"

"You belong to my family? Is that it?" She wasn't sure, but... maybe? Maybe. It would make sense.

"Hm." Settling back on his heels, he just watched her, not saying anything further.

"Am I right?"

"Unfortunately." He narrowed his eyes further at her for a moment, then tipped his head slightly, the action nigh concealing his face as his bangs slipped forward.

She cocked her head to the side slightly then snorted, looking irritated. "Assholes." She said simply. Belonging to somebody... Ugh.

"Hmph. It was your mother who made the deal." He rolled his shoulders, then tipped over backwards onto the pillows, gaze hunting for his book. "It's just unfortunate she died, as that means Godo got sole rights over me. The arrangement is unfortunate."

"Why would she..." Probably a whole lot of backstory she had no idea about. She picked up the book almost gingerly and held it out to him, but kept the slight distance she'd given herself. "What'd happen if you just... I dunno, left?"

"Shinra has a fiscal responsibility to return me if found." He took the book and started to page through it for the third, fourth? time.

"... Guess it'd be no fun living in hiding all the time. What does... 'fiscal' mean?" She still looked irritated.

"People are pointless and confusing in any case, I doubt it would be a different matter elsewhere. Fiscal deals with things pertaining to money."

"... Hey, doesn't that mean you think you're pointless and confusing?" She raised an eyebrow and sighed heavily, flopping more comfortably to go back to reading his book.

"Of course not. I said people were. I hardly class myself as a person." He gave her an arch look that implied the obviousness of this, then looked back to his book as well."

"You're more a person than a lot of the losers 'round here. 'Least you think for yourself, even if you are stuck here." ... She would have to read this book from the beginning.

"I'm better than the people here you mean. That doesn't make me one. I prefer it that way." He turned the page, settling into the pillows.

"So... what are you? If I see you as one thing, they see you as another thing, and you see you as another thing?" A small glance before she started following the writing again.

He considered that for a moment, eyes half closing as he mulled it over. Better than these people, that was obvious. His upbringing suggested other things, but he wasn't a thing. "A chained god perhaps, something of that caliber would do well enough."

"Could ya break those chains?" She asked, light and curious. He thought so highly of himself... Yuffie wasn't sure what to think about it.

He tilted his head and just looked at her with a slow smirk. "Would you want to see what would happen if I did?"

She debated for a moment. "Dunno. Would I want to?"

He watched her from under his lashes for a moment, then looked back at the book and turned the page.

"I wanna know, but I can't decide if I trust ya or not yet."

"You realize, of course, that I don't like people. I have good cause to despise most people, some more than others."

"I wouldn't like people much if I was cooped up in here either. I woulda gone loopy in a week." She settled herself more comfortably. "So~?"

"So what?" He tilted his head, continuing to read.

"So~... D'ya despise me?"

"You have a margin of lead to hang yourself with due to your mother and the fact you haven't tried to touch me."

Yuffie wrinkled her nose. "Why would I wanna do something like that?" It was more a rhetorical question. "But it's good that y'don't hate me! That means I can come bug you and you won't throw me out, right?"

The childish question had him relaxing reflexively, not even really intentionally. "Then you don't take after you father. Good."

"I'd rather eat rocks than take after him," She muttered, shaking her head. "Ick. But you didn't answer my question! I can come visit ya, can't I? Its boring being stuck at home all the time..."

"It's not as though I can stop you." He flipped the next page of the book, not looking over at her, though the action was less clipped.

"Sure ya can. I probably wouldn't listen, mind... but its the principle of the thing! So if I get really, really annoying or something, y'can just throw me out." She'd come back, of course; he was weird, but she kinda liked him.

"Hmmmm." He didn't bother giving a more clear answer than that, just trying to get accustomed to the idea of the girl.

She quieted for a moment before starting to hum softly, an old tune that her mother had taught her years ago. Of course, she was still reading the book (and trying to keep up with his reading).

When the sound fully registered, he stilled, tipping his head the slightest fraction.

She knew the words to the song, and sang it often enough when she was alone, but for now was content with humming it; the song always came to mind when she thought about her mom. Eyes half closed, she continued to hum.

Slowly, he turned his attention back to the page, relaxing in place without thinking about it, far more so than he had earlier.

She could hum this song in her sleep- sometimes she hummed it to herself to get to sleep. Yuffie stretched slightly and flipped herself onto her back, following the words on his page from upside-down, never ceasing her mom's song.

Turning the page, he ended up letting his eyes drift closed and just listened. He hadn't appreciated the woman while she was alive, but he knew her value after she was dead.

Godo never liked her singing the song, always getting that look whenever he caught her. But Sephiroth wasn't complaining... So the song continued.

Shifting the book slightly to rest on his chest. The girl wasn't so bad.

She felt a wash of sleepiness that almost made her falter, but she managed not to. Too bad her favorite song just had to be her lullaby. She hummed the last part of the song, gazing at dimly at the ceiling.

Shifting when the song finished, he rolled over, setting the book down on the table before he tucked himself against the softness of his nest.

Yuffie yawned, realizing in the back of her mind that the whole atmosphere of the place seemed to have changed, and rubbed her hand across her eyes, her movements heavy. Really... really shouldn't take a nap here.

He watched her intently, eyes glowing under his lashes, but got comfortable. Comfortable was good.

She blinked slowly at the ceiling as she battled the warm, fuzzy urge to curl up and nap. Wouldn't be good. When she finally noticed she was being watched, she tilted her head to look at him questioningly.

He didn't say anything, just staying put and studying her. She could figure it out.

Another slow blink, and she continued to peer at him sleepily. Trust humming to almost put her to sleep...

He hummed faintly, then closed his eyes and tucked his face against his arm.

"'R you sleeping now?" She asked in a soft mumble.

"Yes." He didn't bother to move.

She curled onto her side, still watching him. "Can I stay?" If not, she could probably drag herself up a tree nearby somewhere...

"I don't care." It was a murmur and he shifted a little before burying himself in covers.

"Goody," She mumbled, her eyes drifting shut. Perfectly happy to stay curled in her little spot... not so bad to nap if he didn't mind her being there.

Pleased she'd quieted, he just nestled down for a nice sleep.

After another little yawn, she tucked herself into a comfortable curl and gave in to the urges to sleep.

I redid my layout!

2008-09-25T07:24:48Z

I did! ::points at self!:: Lookit the shiny! The background swirly thingamabob I found in my doodle folder from forever ago. Then I made the banner thing since the middle looked naked ::paws the bishi boys:: What do you guys think? It work?

skeren For those who don't wanna fiddle at links.

Update o life and meme

2008-09-23T19:11:19Z

Okay everyone, I have regular internets again! I also have power and soon, well, eventually, we'll get me a power cord for my laptop so all will be right with the world. Anyway, anything in particular you guys want to show me, or link me to, please do! I'm months and months behind on -everything-. also, all those youtube links people wanted to send me I went 'not now guys, sorry' at? Link those too.

Onto a meme! I think I know how to do this thing ::sets about marking it up::

I am 5'4 or shorter.

I think I'm ugly.

I have many scars.

I tan easily.

I wish my hair was a different color.

I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.

I have a tattoo.

I am self-conscious about my appearance.

I have/I've had braces.

I wear glasses.

I'd get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free.

I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.

I have had more than 2 piercings.

I have had piercings in places besides my ears.

I have freckles.

Family / Home Life:

I've sworn at my parents.

I've run away from home.

I've been kicked out of the house.

My biological parents are together.

I have a sibling less than one year old.

I want to have kids someday.

I have children.

I've lost a child.

Embarassment:

I've slipped out a "LOL" in a spoken conversation.

Disney movies still make me cry.

I've snorted while laughing.

I've laughed so hard I've cried.

I've glued my hand to something.

I've laughed 'till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.

I've had my trousers rip in public.

Health:

I was born with a disease/impairment.

I've had stitches.

I've broken a bone.

I've had my tonsils removed.

I've sat in a doctor's office with a friend.

I've had my wisdom teeth removed.

I've had serious surgery.

I've had chicken pox.

Travelling:

I've driven over 200 miles in one day.

I've been on a plane.

I've been to North America.

I've been to Niagara Falls.

I've been to Europe.

I've been to Africa.

I've been to Asia.

Experiencing:

I've been lost in my city.

I've seen a shooting star.

I've wished on a shooting star.

I've seen a meteor shower.

I've gone out in public in my pajamas.

I've pushed all the buttons in an elevator.

I've been to a casino.

I've been skydiving.

I've gone skinny dipping.

I've played spin the bottle.

I've crashed a car.

I've been skiing.

I've been in a play.

I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.

I've met someone in person from the Internet.

I've seen the Northern Lights.

I've sat on a roof top at night.

I've played chicken.

I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

I've eaten sushi.

I've been snowboarding.

Relationships:

I'm single.

I'm in a relationship. (sort of >.>)

I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.

I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.

I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.

I've kept something from a past relationship.

Honesty and Crime:

I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.

I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.

I have lied to my parents about where I am.

I am keeping a secret from the world.

I've cheated while playing a game.

I've cheated on a test

I've driven through a red light.

I've been suspended from school.

I've witnessed a crime.

I've been in a fist bitch fight.

I've been arrested.

I've shoplifted. (chapstick. ::headdesk:: I was ten)

Drugs and Alcohol:

I've consumed alcohol.

I've smoked (a) cigarette(s).

I’ve smoked pot. (they said I was never invited again because I was scary)

I regularly drink.

I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.

I take cough medication when I'm not sick.

I've done hard drugs.

I've been addicted to an illegal substance.

I can't swallow pills.

I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.

Death:

I'm afraid of dying.

I hate funerals.

I've seen someone dying.

Random:

I can sing.

I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.

I open up to others too easily.

I watch the news.

I don't kill bugs.

I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for sake of being able to rhyme.

I fucking swear regularly.

I am a morning person.

I paid for my mobile phone ring tone.

I'm a snob about grammar.

I am a sports fanatic.

I play with my hair.

I have had "x"s in my screen name.

I love Spam. (::eyes:: I'm not sure what kind it means...)

I've copied more than 30 Cd's in a day.

I bake well.

I don't know how to shoot a gun.

I am in love with love.

I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.

I laugh at my own jokes.

I eat fast food weekly.

I believe in ghosts.

I am online 24/7, even as an away message.

I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.

I am really ticklish.

I love white chocolate.

I bite my nails.

I play video games.

I'm good at remembering faces.

I'm good at remembering names.

I'm good at remembering dates.

I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.

An Artist's View 1/?

2008-09-22T16:54:09Z

Title: An Artist's View- part one
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Zack, Aeris
Rating: General
Words: 1369
Note/Warning: Another AU, and this one is devoted to all my artist friends out there ::little grin:: Enjoy.

Carefully finishing the last line of the picture he'd been working on, he felt a little grin cross his face. This one had promise. Sometimes, he knew when he finished something that the sketch just wasn't any good. It happened, more often than he'd like to admit even.

Then again, Artists were nigh famous for picking at their own work. Aeris sure poked at him often enough to say what was good and what wasn't. As well as occasionally what desperately needed a little tweaking to get right. The woman of his most recent set of sketches had been one of those. Too much bust, not enough anything else. Not to say he was obsessed with chests! No, he just was crap at drawing women.

Everyone had their weak points. He'd fixed it, Aeris had fed him dinner, and all had been right in the world.

And now he might finally have figured out the main protagonist for the series he'd been working out characters for. He'd finished the girl first, since he knew she'd be hardest. When she'd been done and colored she'd been brown haired and brown eyed, but this guy made up for it. He wasn't manly like one of the others, who he still hadn't figured out the role for, and he wasn't small and feminine like the other guy he'd sketched the day before.

Just... exotic. Even maybe grounds up to be an outcast if he picked the right coloration. At the moment though, the guy was only odd because of his long hair and cat eyes. He hadn't even been given clothes yet.

Aeris approved of his ground up style of character design. At times, she roamed off with the early pre-costume drafts to keep for herself. He didn't mind that, it just meant that he always had a copy of the character around if he needed to tweak it or start over in the process of getting it right to fit into one story background or another.

Unlike some, he didn't create his own mini-movies or stories, just the characters, or the faces of the characters. He was good at it. When it came up that he had characters but no stories, then sometimes Aeris would wander off with those too and make something of them. She said it was good that he didn't take breaks between projects for his artistic skill to rust up.

Personally, he just thought she liked what he looked like all mussed up from poking around his studio or computer all day.

He didn't mind that either. She was, after all, entitled to an opinion on her partner. They'd known each other a long time, then had sort of fallen into the whole married without taking common law into account thing.

It had actually been kind of funny when they'd gotten word they were officially hitched. What with them not having set out to be.

And, his mind was wandering. Great. That meant it was time for a break before he did irreparable harm to his new masterpiece by picking at him. Setting down his pencil, he looked over his work area, a wry smile crossing his face.

This week had been filled with all kinds of unexpected pretty in his work. For once he hadn't felt the need to erase it and start over time and time again, and that had gotten him three very different little characters. Boys, all of them. Not that that was surprising, but he sometimes wondered about why guys always came so much more naturally to his sketchpad.

Shaking his head, he reached over and took down the colored drawing he'd finished up the day before. He had the black and white sketch somewhere, but this one was the finished number. Blond, blue eyed, unnaturally pretty. Men just didn't come in that variety in real life. At least not in the middle of Gongaga they didn't. Hell, they barely came in blond in this little city, let alone like this little guy.

"I should name you." His tone was amused, and he shook his head, turning in his chair a little. "Heck, all three of you, but I've never been all that good at it. I doubt any of you three would much appreciate being named spot or fluffy or kitty or anything like that. And yes, I have named things those names before, behold my creativity."

There wasn't an answer, of course, but he hadn't expected one. They were, after all, just pictures. Putting the little blond back into his lean against one wall, he straightened the other one, a black haired man who just looked too serious for himself.

"Okay, maybe that one over there would be fluffy, and the new one would be kitty, but you, mister, would be grumpy." He laughed a little, then let his eyes wander over a few other pieces. "Now that one there, the red sketch? He would totally be spot."

"Zack, are you talking to yourself again?" The amused voice from behind him made him jump, and he twisted to find Aeris leaning in his doorway. "Or are you just talking to those pretty things you spend so much time with anyway? A girl would think she's not loved if she didn't have cause to know better!"

A little embarrassed to be caught talking to himself, he gave a shrug and a sheepish smile. "I can't help it, when I'm surrounded by so much masculine charm a guy's gotta socialize. But you know this guy always wanders his way back over to the love of his life, the woman who cures all his ails."

"You mean the woman who feeds you and keeps you from being an ice cube when you remember to come to bed?" If anything, that made his look more sheepish, but she wasn't angry, just reminding him he had to leave the room eventually. "Zack, you do realize that was a hint right?"

Or... maybe she was telling him that eventually was right now. "Wait, is dinner done?"

"Mmmhmm, and after dinner, right to bed. Any coloring or sketching and whatnot will just have to wait until tomorrow!"

"Hrm, I guess I can do that, but just this once! First come here. I wanna show you the new one. I think I'm done with him for the moment."

She made as if to pretend she wasn't going to, then heaved a mock sigh of the heavily put upon. She was curious though, and it showed in the way she immediately peeked over his shoulder. "Ohhh, this one's all shiny isn't he?"

She had such a way of making a guy feel unmanly sometimes. "I don't know about shiny but he's an exotic looking one isn't he? Not a lizard man or anything, sure, but for someone mostly normal he'd stand out."

"Zack, I love you, but you don't draw normal." Leaning a bit further, she carefully freed the picture from the drawing table. "This one though, he really should be shiny though. Silver hair maybe? I know you've been wanting to do that hair color since last month when Elena commissioned that blue haired fellow."

"But a hair color like that just begs for red eyes or something. I did one of those not too long ago, and I really don't wanna get hung up on the whole cliché look thing."

"Well, they're cat eyes. Most people make cat eyes gold, but I've seen kitties with blue eyes, so maybe a blue green?"

"What? You don't wanna suggest a green like yours then?" He grinned, tilting his head back to look at her.

"Don't be silly, that would be even more stereotypical than the red." She flashed him an impish smile, passing him the sketch. "But, if you do, it was entirely your idea."

"Minx!" He put the picture down, then spun his chair around as she took off out of the room, giggling the entire way. He, of course, was obligated to follow in a mock attempt to catch her.

And, of course, the pictures took that chance to settle, just a little, into more comfortable positions within their frames.

Spirit Imagery 1/?

2008-09-21T08:39:07Z

Title: Spirit Imagery- part one
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Seph, Cloud
Rating: General
Words: 1220
Note/Warning: It's an alternate timeline of massive. Crisis Core Characters shall be involved. Later.

Closing his eyes, he sighed, leaning against the wall of the building behind him, listening intently to make sure that they'd lost track of him. As far as he could tell, they were gone.

That was good.

Today hadn't been one of those days where he'd found himself able to stay out in town for any long period of time. At least without getting into a fight, and his mother had been really firm that morning that they just couldn't afford for him to get into anymore fights.

Some of the out of town traders were starting to avoid her because of them.

Now, he knew he wasn't a bad fighter, but if those people would just teach their kids to not try to pick on people smaller than them... then they likely wouldn't be in business. Someone didn't get successful getting supplies for Nibelheim by being nice. Still, if they wouldn't teach their kids to have manners, they could at least teach them how to fight properly.

Moving one hand to his side where it was still sore from an errant knee, he cautiously shifted so he could look around the corner, only to promptly pause and scowl a little.

"Don't give me that look, I'm not the one that sent you running."

The scowl went from the shirt in front of his nose to the green eyes just higher than his. "I'm trying to see if they've left yet. You know it won't go well at all if they see me talking to you. It's started more than one fight."

"You mean if they see you talking to thin air again." The silver haired teen stepped to the side, clearing his line of vision, his tone amused. "They did leave already though, I knew you'd likely be inclined to grouse at me for failing to be anywhere around. Not, of course, that I could have helped."

"You could have helped. I don't care what you say, you have more to you than thin air. I can't lean on thin air." Running a hand through his bangs, the blond gathered his hair back into a tail at the nape of his neck, the earlier tie having come loose when Timothy Grelling had tried for it a little while before.

"Do I even need to point out that you've watched your mother walk through me on more than one occasion? And, even discounting the fact that I've been with you fourteen years now, I've yet to show signs that I'm even remotely one of those sorts of ghost things that can run around changing the very fabric of reality."

The sarcasm slid right off the blond, who rolled his eyes before moving to start for home. If the other teen said it was clear, then it was clear. "I have an imaginary friend who can do magic. I dunno about you Sephiroth, but I'd call that different."

The older boy trailed after the blond without an issue, eyeing up his back. "Cloud, that would be because I was a living person once. Which I'm not now. Technical difficulties, I know, also, any and all magic abilities I have would be your fault, not mine. After all, when have I ever managed to go off and do mischief of that sort without you?"

Blue eyes glanced back briefly to the teen, and then some of the fight drained out of the smaller of them. "Fine, you have a point."

"I know you don't like running from fights. That doesn't mean I can help you though." He shook his head, stepping through the doorway after Cloud as the boy pushed into his house.

"Whatever." Tossing the bag of herbs he'd been out to get in the first place, Cloud looked into the other rooms in the building. "Mom, you home? I brought the herbs you wanted me to." When no answer came, the blond sighed, padding over to flop sideways on his bed. "Seph, you think if I lived somewhere else it'd be easier on mom?"

"Perhaps, perhaps not, what brings it to mind?"

"I just cause her a lot of trouble, that's all. She wouldn't have to work so hard to keep things up if I could stay out of trouble. I mean, I don't even pick the fights, but I'm pretty good at winning them. I've been thinking for a few weeks now that maybe it's time I just, y'know, leave so mom can finally get things straightened out without me messing them up."

"You're not talking about something as small as moving to the mountains around the town, are you?"

"I've been hearing stuff in the news about the SOLDIER program. You mentioned that to me once, but didn't you say it'd failed out? There's some big Genesis guy as a general all over the posters the traders have been bringing to town this last year."

"It didn't fail so much as that I died. Personal failing, not project. I lost some time when I died, and I was small, so I can't exactly say there weren't any other projects in the working. After all, I've been with you all this time, and that doesn't leave a lot of room to roam the world for other lab children."

Cloud frowned up at the ceiling for a moment, then turned his head to look at his friend. What was with that tone? "Seph?"

The silver haired teen just shook his head, pushing away from the wall he'd been leaning on while they talked. "If you plan on leaving for a program like that, we should go soon. Otherwise, you might talk yourself out of it."

He really didn't like the way his friend was looking. He definitely hadn't thought that this topic would upset him like this. "But you won't try to talk me out of it?"

"No. That doesn't mean that your mother might not try once she finds out though." It was offhand in a way that wasn't any sort of threat of tattling, as they both knew it wasn't humanly possible for him to do. But there was still something inherently off about his tone of voice.

Cloud was too slow when that got him moving to try to halt his friend's retreat.

Not surprising, considering that said friend could vanish into thin air, but still, ultimately very frustrating. And also, very worrying. He needed to know why this idea bothered his friend, and if he should be worried about it too.

First though, as he couldn't talk to someone who wasn't here, he'd sort out the herbs his mother had asked for, make sure they were all in useable shape. He'd also figure out how to get his friend to talk.

Or, at the very least, stare in surprised horror.

That would make them both feel better, and maybe then, he wouldn't be thinking so seriously about leaving home. He liked home, he loved his mom, and he didn't want to leave. But, something told him he needed to, and ultimately, that was all there was to that.

When one was the only one with a friend no one else could see, one tended to start taking their feelings more seriously.

This time was no exception.

Ah yes, the Rp

2008-05-16T01:08:06Z

Crack Cross

The crack of too many FFVII AU muses crammed together with AU X-men muses, and other muses, to make people go 'bzuh?'

Cloud sets Victor Creed on fire often. Cloud is also married to a Sephiroth.

The Vincent is a Wyvern, and doesn't know he has a human shape.

Wanna see for yourself?

http://crackcross.proboards85.com/index

Please, feel free to hop aboard. We start play on saturday.

Everyone knows -this- meme

2008-05-13T00:59:10Z

And I totally made my lists before seeing the questions. I recommend you do the same, -then- read my answers.

1. Sephiroth
2. Cloud
3. Zack
4. Angeal
5. Aeris
6. Yuffie
7. Tseng
8. Reno
9. Rufus
10. Genesis
11. Tifa
12. Vincent

1. Have you ever read a Yuffie(6)/Tifa(11) fic? Do you want to?

Yes and I don't mind the idea the least little bit

2. Do you think Angeal(4) is hot? How hot?

I will say yes. Relatively.

3. What would happen if Vincent(12) got Reno(8) pregnant?

There would be freaking out. I have no doubts in my mind there would be freaking out. Possibly enough so there was no angst even!

4. Can you rec any fic(s) about Rufus(9)?

Actually, yes.

5. Would Cloud(2) and Yuffie(6) make a good couple?

More than you'd think.

6. Aeris(5)/Rufus(9) or Aeris(5)/Genesis(10)? Why?

Arrogant Bastard A or Arrogant Bastard B. Hrm. I'll go with B, because he lasts longer, and if my theory on Cetra is right (in my head is good enough!), she needs someone who won't die in 50 years.

7. What would happen if Tseng(7) walked in on Cloud(2) and Vincent(12) having sex?

He would likely blink, then back out of the room, realizing that they likely didn't want him to see that.

8. Make up a summary for a Zack(3)/Genesis(10) fic.

A gentle hand might get one kind of result, but something a little firmer, and possibly more playful, can get an entirely different result.

9. Is there any such thing as Sephiroth(1)/Reno(8) fluff?

...I don't know. I know there's wallsex. I don't know about -fluff-.

10. Suggest a title for a Tseng(7)/Vincent(12) hurt/comfort fic.

Well Worn Knowledge

11. What kind of plot device would you use if you wanted Angeal(4) to deflower Sephiroth(1)?

Ironically, not something I can't already see ::ponders:: I would use curiosity and sparring while talking.

12. Does anyone on your friends list read Tseng(7) slash?

Yep!

13. Does anyone on your friends list read Zack(3) het?

::laughs: Yes

14. Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Tifa(11)?

Yes, though not as often as the boys

15. Would anyone on your friends list write Cloud(2)/Angeal(4)/Aeris(5)?

In a heartbeat. ::makes eyes at the hubby::

16. What might Genesis(10) scream at a moment of great passion?

My first thought is sadly some line from loveless

17. If you wrote a song-fic about Reno(8), which song would you choose?

Reno Dakota!

18. If you wrote a Sephiroth(1)/Yuffie(6)/Vincent(12) fic, what would the warnings be?

Fluff, crack, WTFery, not worksafe?

19. What might be a good pick-up line for Cloud(2) to use on Genesis(10)?

Do you think maybe you could teach me some new sparring techniques?

20. When was the last time you read a fic about Aeris(5)?

A day or two ago

21. What is Yuffie(6)'s super-sekrit kink?

Toys.

22. Would Tifa(11) shag Rufus(9)? Drunk or sober?

Yes, drunk

23. If Zack(3) and Tseng(7) get together, who tops?

I actually kinda wanna say Zack

24. "Sephiroth(1) and Rufus(9) are in a happy relationship until Rufus(9) suddenly runs off with Angeal(4). Sephiroth(1), broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Tifa(11) and a brief unhappy affair with Vincent(12), then follows the wise advice of Aeris(5) and finds true love with Zack(3)." What title would you give this fic? Name three people on your friends list who might read it. Name one person who should write it.

The Conundrum
Most of my friend's list would read it. Hubby! Huuuuby!!!

25. How would you feel if Tseng(7)/Reno(8) was canon?

You mean it's not?

1. Abel (Trinity blood)
2. Sephiroth (FF7)
3. Cain (Trinity Blood)
4. Zack (FF7)
5. Sora (KH)
6. Sesshoumaru (Inuyasha)
7. Count D (PSoH)
8. Cloud (FF7)
9. Dark (DNA)
10. Kenshin (RK)
11. Hinata (Naruto)
12. Vincent (FF7)

1. Have you ever read a Sesshoumaru(6)/Hinata(11) fic? Do you want to?

Yes actually, though how they would go together makes me go 'please, explain it well'

2. Do you think Zack(4) is hot? How hot?

Yes. Lemme lick him.

3. What would happen if Vincent(12) got Cloud(8) pregnant?

Hojo would die.

4. Can you rec any fic(s) about Dark(9)?

Sadly, no.

5. Would Sephiroth(2) and Sesshoumaru(6) make a good couple?

A very scary couple.

6. Sora(5)/Dark(9) or Sora(5)/Kenshin(10)? Why?

Sora/Kenshin, because it isn't as hard to fight through the dynamics of.

7. What would happen if Count D(7) walked in on Sephiroth(2) and Vincent(12) having sex?

My first thought is that he'd watch. I might not be wrong.

8. Make up a summary for a Cain(3)/Kenshin(10) fic.

Time travel had many unexpected side effects, but finding a human he could respect had hardly been on his list. However, that just meant he needed to find a way to take the teen back to his own time with him.

9. Is there any such thing as Abel(1)/Cloud(8) fluff?

Yes. Yes there is.

10. Suggest a title for a Count D(7)/Vincent(12) hurt/comfort fic.

Knowing Hands

11. What kind of plot device would you use if you wanted Zack(4) to deflower Abel(1)?

Pouncing.

12. Does anyone on your friends list read Count D(7) slash?

Actually, yes, I know I've seen it.

13. Does anyone on your friends list read Cain(3) het?

Yes

14. Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Hinata(11)?

Yes!

15. Would anyone on your friends list write Sephiroth(2)/Zack(4)/Sora(5)?

Yes. ::headdesks:: Yes.

16. What might Kenshin(10) scream at a moment of great passion?

::helpless giggles:: I see him more as a sigher honestly

17. If you wrote a song-fic about Cloud(8), which song would you choose?

Ack, I have a few, lemme dig...

18. If you wrote a Abel(1)/Sesshoumaru(6)/Vincent(12) fic, what would the warnings be?

Blood, violence, quirky humor, angst, not worksafe

19. What might be a good pick-up line for Sephiroth(2) to use on Kenshin(10)?

Would you like to come to my bed?

20. When was the last time you read a fic about Sora(5)?

About a week ago

21. What is Sesshoumaru(6)'s super-sekrit kink?

Showing off.

22. Would Hinata(11) shag Dark(9)? Drunk or sober?

Yes, drunk

23. If Cain(3) and Count D(7) get together, who tops?

Count D, with reservations.

24. "Abel(1) and Dark(9) are in a happy relationship until Dark(9) suddenly runs off with Zack(4). Abel(1), broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Hinata(11) and a brief unhappy affair with Vincent(12), then follows the wise advice of Sora(5) and finds true love with Cain(3)." What title would you give this fic? Name three people on your friends list who might read it. Name one person who should write it.

The Happy Family
Nero should write it.

25. How would you feel if Count D(7)/Cloud(8) was canon?

::blinks:: That would be -cool-

I wrote!

2008-05-08T22:32:51Z

I did!

Two drabble bits.

One for the She-Hojo universe: Creep Ne?

And one for the Dragonverse: Tada!

Imprinted Thought 2/?

2008-04-10T00:19:56Z

Title: Imprinted Thought
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Seph, Zack, Hojo
Rating: General
Words: 3112
Note/Warning: And then, the doom gets better. Kinda. Sorry for those who wanted everything to get better ::coughs::

It had taken a year, and while educational, he was glad that the project was now self sufficient enough that it could be passed along to its intended owner. He would have to do regular maintenance, of course, but day to day training and feeding would now be in the hands of someone else. Which was good, as it had gotten entirely too inquisitive now that it was big enough to actually get into things.

At the moment, however, it was sleeping, having exhausted itself on one or another of his technicians. Some of them seemed to enjoy the project well enough, so he let them tend to it when he could. They were people he tried to keep from getting underfoot most of the time in any case, much like the project itself.

Carefully gathering the small project from its bedding, he wrapped a blanket around it, dropping one of the bigger folds across the face. It wouldn't suffocate, and it settled readily enough into his grip as he carried it along into his main office. It was far from a perfect project. Inherently flawed, more fragile than it needed to be, but he'd refrained, aware that anything else would not acquire him his desired result. Thus with the reminder, he'd managed to refrain from making too many further improvements, leaving them low enough that it would still be accepted and doing his best to ignore the many glaring flaws. After today, it wouldn't matter, as he doubted his suspicious child would ever return it to his care.

All for the better if this went as planned actually. The boy had been overworking himself in his sulk, and while it was highly productive to Shinra as a whole, it was far too likely that the self imposed stress would ruin the boy if he kept on with it too much longer. Thus he'd created this particularly innovative solution. Even if it did make the boy more willful, it was better than the boy being broken.

Making sure that the project wasn't going to move from where he'd settled it, he moved from the room to call Sephiroth. He let nothing of his intentions slip, allowing the boy to believe it was for a post mission once over. It was intentional.

He had no wish to ruin his surprise.

-o-o-o-o-

Once again, he found focus eluding him. It was a wavering thing, focus. Either he managed to completely devote his attention, or he couldn't manage to turn his attention to anything at all relevant. Angeal told him it was because he needed to rest, and he might not be wrong. He also might not be wrong in it being because he didn't eat enough as well.

It still took him off guard at times that Angeal had taken the death so well, especially now that it was just down to the two of them, Genesis having had the poor timing to vanish early in the year. Or, perhaps, he was just taking it poorly enough for the both of them, and they were serving as a mutual focus to avoid the matter. That was also possible.

Shaking his head as he realized his mind was, once again, drifting widely off course, he sighed, checking his phone for messages. There was one. From Hojo, of course.

As though his day needed any further dip in spirits.

Still, he knew that he could hardly avoid going to the labs forever, no matter how much leniency he was getting of late. He finally made his way down. The route was long familiar. Office to lab, pass codes at the appropriate points, nods to the appropriate guards. It was familiar enough that he didn't consider it uncomfortable, just annoying, and he didn't bother to greet any of the technicians, instead just making his way directly to Hojo's office to see what he was wanted for.

The man was clearly annoyed when he arrived. Had the message been sent that long ago?

"Finally. That's yours." He gestured to a bundle on one of the tables near the wall, which was currently cleared of anything else.

Which was in itself unusual. Usually, Hojo's private workspace was more than slightly crowded. Padding over to the bundle, he caught the edge of a scent, something that said human, and that was enough prompting for him to tug a section away, seeing a child within. He immediately looked back to the Professor, fingers resting on the bundle, the child, as he let his eyes make the questions for him. Or rather, in this instance, demands.

He could feel the child shift under his fingers. Hojo, however, didn't answer the questions, just waving his arm dismissively. "Take it."

Cautious of the idea that the man would change his mind, he gathered the child into his grip, settling it against his chest. He was focused enough on Hojo he missed the sleepy smile he got before it went back to sleep. "Where did you get it?"

"I made it after you persisted in moping." The look that accompanied the reply was almost exasperated. What reason did Hojo have to be exasperated with this conversation?

He held the child closer. "You did?"

"Yes. In spite of yourself, you are still my child. Now take your toy and go, I have work to do." An eyebrow was arched at him, and he realized that he should likely comply, lest the man change his mind.

So he did, sleeping child held snug, in part, to keep it from prying eyes. In part because he hadn't decided to react to it yet. He also was far from steady as to how to react to the fact that Hojo had apparently made him a present so he would... feel better, for lack of anything better to call it.

No, better not to focus on any of that, and he instead kept his focus on getting to his room, wanting to get a better look at the child, determine that it was a little human as he thought, that it didn't seem unhealthy and so forth.

See what it looked like.

-o-o-o-o-

When he finally reached his room, it was a slight relief. There was no more need to be concerned that the child would be discovered before he could better look at it. Locking the door behind him, he made his way to the couch, setting the small one down on it.

That was apparently the easy part, as he hadn't realized that sleeping children could be stubborn. Once the blankets were opened, he still had a black haired ball of fluff to unravel. He knew it wasn't cold in his rooms, so the reaction, while... cute, wasn't one that he had any intention of allowing just at the moment. Still, he paused to run his fingers over the black, then moved his hands to nudge, carefully unfolding the child.

He knew the exact moment it came fully awake, the jolt telling him before the opened eyes did, but the smile caught his attention at the same time as the purple tinted glow, irrepressibly happy in spite of just having been woken. Studying the small, unfinished child features, his hand moved to pet the little cheek. It explained the protective urge if nothing else, and the half familiarity of the scent. Zack's eyes, hair, smile. The face was too young, but the bone structure was the same.

Hojo had made him a little clone. That, or Hojo had made him a child of Zack that looked far too much like he had. Either way, it didn't matter. The child was here now.

Collecting the child, deciding that it smelled far too much of lab, he felt the small hands grab and find a hold on him, and the high voice spoke up for the first time in his hearing. "Where are we going?"

Old enough to talk, decently too. That was good. The child could tell him if he upset it. "You smell like lab, so I am going to wash you."

"Oh. What's not-lab smell like?"

"It doesn't burn the nose." He'd reached the bathroom, but unfortunately was caught in a dilemma. He'd get the bath started first and deal with the gloves and coat second. Kneeling by the tub, he set the child on its feet, a hand keeping it in place by staying on a small shoulder, while the other hand plugged and turned on the water.

The child held still, studying his face. "What's your name?"

"Sephiroth." Having the water started, he quickly stripped his gloves and coat, putting them away from the tub before turning back to the young one, pleased it hadn't moved from where it was put while contact wasn't made. "Yours?"

For the first time, the child looked almost uncomfortable. "I don't have one."

And the reason was clear enough. Turning slightly to swish his fingers through the water, and adjust the temperature a fraction, he considered. He didn't believe he'd mind, and he was hardly here to say. "Then you will be Zack."

"Zack?"

He nodded slightly, fingers carefully tugging the lab clothing from the child, which was thankfully not argued. "Yes. You resemble him a good deal, and I don't think he would mind you having his name." He paused, looking the child over, and felt a sharp spark of ironic humor along with the pang that usually came with thinking about the man. "He's not using it anymore."

The child was a little girl. Watching the child turn to peer into the tub, he felt almost pleased that he hadn't caught the mistake sooner. Now, it was too late to change his mind. He wouldn't take the name back from the formerly nameless girl. Zack would just have to forgive him. "Why not?"

"Because he died. You can't really use a name anymore once you do that." His voice was quiet, and he lifted her over the edge of the tub to sit her in it, negating the risk of her diving in head first as he twisted to turn off the water.

"Oh." She peered at the water, but quieted for long enough he thought that would be answer enough. She continued the moment he moved to fetch a washcloth. "What's died?"

"Died is an active version of dead. Dead means that someone will never move, or laugh, or talk, or breath, or have a heartbeat ever again."

"That sounds boring."

He blinked, then studied the child, having the abrupt impression that she hadn't understood a word. "It also means they're gone away forever, because the body will just fall apart with nobody inside." When she just blinked at him, he knew she hadn't understood a word.

He decided to let the matter rest for now, instead just dipping his hands in the water to start wetting her hair. "I'll explain better later on. It's easier with books to show you how it works." It wasn't the only topic he had after all, and he was curious if she'd known about Hojo's plan. "Hojo said that he made you for me. Because I was unhappy my Zack was dead. Not like that, of course, but he's Hojo, one doesn't expect him to say things nicely."

The topic got an interested, and intent reaction. Just as he'd expected. Definitely in common with her namesake. "Is that why I got made?"

He nodded, continuing to wet her hair with trickles of water. "It's what he said... I don't think it was a lie. Will you be Zack then? Or do you want me to find another name?"

Her smile was bright, and he felt something in him relax at that point. "Zack is okay."

"Zack it shall be." It was only fair to warn her that he'd be upping his efforts to wet her hair. "Now, I cannot wash you if you're dry."

Her reaction was more amusing than it had any right to be. She looked at him like he was crazy. After giving the water a puzzled look at least. "Where's the spray?"

He pointed, deciding to satisfy one question before causing more. "The shower head is up there. This, however, is a bath. You can move the water too." He gathered the forewarned handfuls of water, and managed to time it just so as to get her in the face, which was not at all what he'd been aiming for. He hummed to hide his amusement. "Right, I should have aimed further back, shouldn't I?"

To show he hadn't meant anything adverse, he ran his fingers over her face, making sure the spluttering was just because of the water, not because she'd breathed any. She seemed fine. When he repeated the handful of water, she held still, waiting for him to give her a cue before thinking to reinvestigate the bathwater.

Once he was sure her hair was wet enough, he turned to eye the shampoo. "Done with the watering for now."

Her giggles told him plainly enough that she hadn't much needed him to say anything when his attention moved away, but better establish these things now than later. He could feel the smile trying to tug at his lips, and he focused on the shampoos. Half plain, half not, but all light enough with any scent that he could tolerate them easily. Normal people tended to miss the scents entirely. Which was fine. He needed some privacy at times, and small scents was enough for it.

He collected the fruit shampoo that was on the lowest shelf, a legacy started with Zack one day when he'd stayed over and left it here come morning. He'd gone through several bottles of the brand since then, but it was always soothing. Perhaps the child might like it. If not, at least he did.

Satisfied with the thought, he opened it and filled his palm, then set to lathering her hair.

The child, of course, still had curiosity to settle. "What's that?"

"Shampoo."

"It smells funny."

"Like fruit. Zack used to buy it, and I like it. Do you like it?"

"I don't know. It doesn't smell bad."

"I know. It's why I like it." Realizing just how think the black mass of spikes was, he focused a bit more intently to make sure he got all of it clean.

"Is it cause your Zack bought it?"

The question was unexpectedly insightful. "Yes. He showed me many things I liked." She said nothing else, and he collected the soap to wash her up, leaving her to play with the suds in her hair as he got the portion of her body not submerged in the water. "Careful not to get that in your eyes. It stings. It also slides down your face when you're not looking." It didn't take long until he had her washed where he could from here. She wasn't big. "I do believe I need you upright. Stand."

She did as told, which was jarring a little by itself, different, but not so much on second thought. He used a hand to keep her balanced and quickly scrubbed her down. "Lift a foot." When she did, her tongue ended up sticking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration. "Now the other. Same way." She complied, still with the deeply concentrated look on her face. Finishing up the scrub, he picked her up and set her back in the water. "Close your eyes." When she complied, she grabbed onto his arms. He could work around that, and he washed her face and ears. "Keep them closed, I'm going to tip you to get most of the shampoo out, but there will still be enough to slide down your face."

"Kay." If anything, her grip tightened. It would make it a tad difficult to get her properly rinsed. Thinking, he decided to just swish her around in the water. It would do well enough, and would be just as effective as working the suds out with his hands. It also, apparently, was entertaining, as it set off a squeal and giggles.

"That's the best I can do with your grip, so I suppose it will do." He tugged her upright. "One more rinse and all your soap should be dealt with." She didn't stop giggling, his hands tipping her a little so he could get water over her head even with her grip on his arms. She moved both hands to the arm he was leaning her into at that point, and it made it far easier to finish rinsing her. He flicked her hair out of her face before deeming her done. "You can open your eyes now."

When she opened her eyes, she grinned, though the grinned turned to utter fascination as he pulled the plug to let the water out of the tub. "Oooooh." Definitely a small child.

Shaking his head, he left her to it, moving to collect one of his towels. Used once, so they smelled like him, but they weren't dirty, and they would do. When she got up to crawl out of the tub, he looked back to her. It was just in time to see her smacking the tub for daring to make her fall on her backside, so far as he could see.

Picking her up, he carefully dried her off, hair fluffing wildly from his approach, and the girl just giggled even more. It was like she was a font of laughter, though how was a mystery. Was it a small child thing? Finally, he set her down, hanging up the towel so that the soaked cloth could dry.

Then he pushed the bathroom door the rest of the way open so she could leave the room. "Feel free to explore, don't touch anything sharp or made of clear things."

She smiled, then left the room with utter confidence in her step. He was far from stunned that she would want to explore. Still, he could hardly have her running naked. Moving out into the hall after her, he picked through the closet, digging out a large red, black, and yellow beach towel, the terry surface covered in chocobos. Hesitating only briefly, he dropped it on the girl's head. "That's yours."

She accepted it without a pause, tossing it over her shoulder like a shawl, then resumed her explorations.

He was content enough to leave her to it, though he didn't get much time to muse on what to do now before there was knocking on the door.

Imprinted Thought 1/?

2008-04-09T01:06:37Z

Title: Imprinted Thought
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Seph, Zack, Angeal
Rating: General
Words: 1480
Note/Warning: This chapter is doom. I promise it gets better.

Folding the colorful towel carefully, he settled it at the bottom of his pack. It would hardly be fitting for the 'Silver General' Sephiroth to be seen with a red, yellow and black monstrosity of a beach towel. Especially when it was something that he himself had purchased. Better the item make its way to the owner it was intended for without others possibly getting a glimpse of it in the meantime.

Nodding to himself, and pleased with the choice, he put his other things back into his bag before casting a last sweep over the room he'd spent the night in. The next day he would be meeting up with Zack, and they would proceed to dealing with a band of vagrants out to sabotage Shinra. How grand. Determining he left nothing behind, he went to go catch the ship.

Costa del Sol had been nice enough as a stopover, but it was far from interesting without anyone else being there to keep him entertained.

-o-o-o-o-

Sometimes he wondered if the teen even knew what the word 'tired' meant. Like now. Especially right now. Zack, in spite of having just come from another mission with him, seemed perfectly lively, energetic, perky, what-have-you, to the point where he was nigh frightened by the concept of how much more energetic the man would be given any time off. It almost didn't bear thinking about.

Still, the energy was what made his student 'the Puppy' in his head. Not that he had any intentions of ever telling him he had him dubbed that, but it was what he was. Besides, he wasn't sure what he would do if he was given The Pout because the boy found out. He was enough on edge about what to do as it stood.

Zack was sleeping with someone. Who, he had no idea, unfortunately. He hadn't been on any missions or even in contact with him long enough before this last stint to know much aside from that he was seeing someone. Any guesswork he could do would be patchy at best, and he didn't even have the haphazard approach of his nose to guide him. The kid was careful.

The kid was also talking. Grimacing inwardly, he sincerely hoped that he hadn't been caught with his mind wandering. The puppy didn't need to know that his mind ever did wander. That way led only to bad habits.

"So, yeah, that was about the gist of that when it came right down to it. At least the bar made some good profits, right?" A bright smile accompanied the question, and he raised an eyebrow right back. When the teen looked sheepish, he figured that was the reaction he would have used even if he had a clue what he had been talking about. Either way, Zack hastily made to turn the topic on something else. "So! We're due to meet Seph in an hour right?"

...Seph? Since when did Sephiroth let anyone call him that? "Yes. Why?"

"Well, I was thinking. How about we go snag something to eat before meeting up? I mean, I know I would appreciate it, y'know?"

"You're hungry and looking for an excuse to have me pay for it you mean."

The lull after his statement came as no surprise, nor did Zack's answer. "Maybe?"

Heaving a sigh that implied he minded a good deal more than he actually did, he turned to walk off, waving for the teen to follow. "Come on then."

"Woo!"

"And next time, you pay for it."

"Damn."

-o-o-o-o-

Sephy Seph Seph. Finally. It had been a couple months since he'd gotten any private time with the guy and this mission was just the thing. Though it was kinda weird being around Seph and Angeal at the same time. He wasn't trying to hide his relationship with Seph from Angeal, but he wasn't sure he wanted to discourage Angeal either when the guy had finally made his way up to kissing. He'd tell him if he asked, and since he hadn't, he figured either he didn't notice, or didn't actually care. Either way, it didn't make it less odd to have the guys back in the same space again.

Shaking off the odd thoughts, he moved over, waving to the silver haired man as he picked up his belongings just off the boat. "Hiya! We already have a place to stay the night picked out, so if you drop off your stuff, and you're good to go, we can just head right out. Oh! And we brought you food."

A glance was shot past him to Angeal, and he huffed at the shared look of irony the two passed. He didn't mean it though, but they expected him to react that way, so he didn't mind obliging. Besides, it was kind of rude. "He means to say, I bought food, and we'll show you off to the room so that you can get a break before we go anywhere else. Right Zack?"

"Well, no... But we can do that if you really want."

Seph shook his head at them both, padding his way closer as he looked from one to the other, like he was searching for a reason not to be amused. That was what his eyes said at least, though no smile crossed his face. "I'm fine. We can leave for the field once I set my things aside and eat."

They fell in step by each other, but he didn't mind, listening to their conversation without butting into it. It could be annoying some days, but he was in too much of a good mood for today to be one of those. Angeal, of course, started their conversation.

"It's not like you to spoil someone."

"It's not like you to notice. I really am fine to go straight into the mission. It's what? A few rebels isn't it? With Wutai still so recently over, people haven't settled. I shouldn't take more than an hour at best."

"Maybe. If we knew where they were, we'd be able to confirm that, but in the last day, Zack and I haven't been able to figure out where their base was."

"Then where is he so eager to go?"

He turned on his heel, walking backwards as he flashed them a smile. "Oh, somewhere." He shook his head, and movement caught his attention to his right and up. What?

He felt his balance go, heard an echo of gunfire. What the hell was going on? Sure, they were now near the edge of the town but... Oh that stung. That stung a lot. And Seph and Angeal were ducking for cover.

At least he was already down, that was good, and he moved a hand to press against the stinging pain on his chest, fingers moving back a little and he saw blood on his fingers, heard movement, and saw Angeal move through. Seph was by him a second later, and he realized it was damn difficult to breathe.

"Zack. Zack, look at me." Seph was talking. He tilted his head back, looked at him, and got a potion for his trouble. Potions were good. The potion didn't make the pain go away. His skin mended, he could tell, but something still ached sharply in his chest, and he could see the alarm crossing the other man's face.

"m'good."

"No Zack, you are not good. That shot was entirely too close to your heart for comfort." A spell this time, and he felt the sharp twinge through his chest. Something inside didn't like that, and it burned, but nothing else really did and he felt heavy. There was still shouting too, the sounds of people dying.

No, the mission wouldn't take long at all from the sounds of it.

"Zack. Look at me." The order made his eyes crack back open, and he didn't know how they'd closed. It was getting hard to see and everything burned, from the tips of his fingers on in to his heart. Maybe if he went to sleep, that would stop? It was a good theory.

"Shh Seph. Lemme sleep." Why was he mumbling? That should have come out stronger than that by a lot. And Seph was casting again. In fact, he could have sworn that he saw a spent down a second ago, but with the haze it was hard to tell.

"No! Zack, don't you dare."

He didn't like that Seph was using that tone, not at all. But, there was Angeal. He looked worried. Why were they both so worried? "Isn't he sweet?"

The words came out closer to 'ishne eet,' but it was clear enough. Unfortunately, he never did get an answer to the question.

Bwahahaha

2008-03-26T22:43:13Z

You know...

2008-03-26T11:28:43Z

Look at Trinity Blood. Look at FFVII.

Gongaga is Spain!

That is all.

New part on Never Speak It

2008-03-10T21:57:43Z

Title: Feel of Home
Authors: skeren/icedark_elf
Fandom: FF7
Pairing/Characters: Sephiroth/Cloud
Rating: NC-17
Words: 12,668
Warnings: Shota 14/5 Soooo much shota.

Feel of Home

And then there was more.

2008-03-10T02:06:06Z

First, we finally got the second story piece of never_speak_it done, so that'll be up soon. Secondly, RP!

Title: One Fish
Authors: icedark_elf and skeren
Characters: Zack Fair and Sephiroth
Fandom: Final Fantasy Seven
Full Archive: Over here
Warnings and Notes: Fish. Humor. You have to read the rest.

There was a fish on his desk.

skeren @ 2008-03-06T10:04:00

2008-03-06T15:04:52Z

Dragon!

2008-02-29T14:39:44Z

Baby dragon!?