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Title: Confirmation
Characters: Sephiroth/Zack, Hojo.
Rating: PG
Words: 406
Sephiroth rolled the thermometer around under his tongue and glared. Hojo did not even notice. He kept pacing as he studied the charts. He stopped in front of the General and looked at him. “So you’ve been feeling this way for how long now?”
Sephiroth shivered. “About two weeks.” He never did like the way fluorescent light glinted off Hojo’s glasses.
“Hmm,” Hojo scribbled something in the chart. “Any nausea or lightheadedness?”
Sephiroth frowned. “I have been feeling a little queasy early in the day.” Hojo pushed his glasses up and squinted hard.
“Here,” he said, going over to the mini-fridge the various interns kept their snacks in. “Have some orange juice.”
“I don’t like orange juice.”
“Just drink it!” Hojo snapped. “If nothing else, the vitamin C can’t hurt.”
Sephiroth frowned at the large cup the professor offered. He stared at it for a while before taking a sip, but kept on drinking. He threw his head back to get it all down and did not stop until the cup was empty. He set it down in surprise and licked his lips thoughtfully. “Must have been some good oranges this season.”
“Must have been,” Hojo mumbled. “That juice should work its way through your system quickly. As soon as you’re ready, head over to the bathroom and fill up a cup. I’ll still need to run a blood test to be certain, but that will do for the time being.”
“What exactly is this about?” Sephiroth snapped. “You still haven’t told me what’s wrong with me!”
“Nothing at all,” Hojo almost cackled, “or at least I hope it’s nothing. When I heard the talk about you and that Second of yours, well, I know you’re the dominant male, so to speak, but I had hoped someone would be able to convince you to experiment now and then. The tests will say for sure.”
“Say what, old man?”
“That you’re expecting, of course! Oh, I suppose congratulations might be in order.”
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Sephiroth shot up in bed with a cry to rouse Hades himself. Zack rolled over beside him and reached out. “Seph, what’s wrong?”
Sephiroth gasped for air and struggled to get himself under control. “Zack, you know that little suggestion you’ve been making lately?”
“What, me on top?” Zack ventured, ever hopeful.
The General fixed him with a stony glare. “No. Never. Absolutely not!”
“Aw, man, come on,” Zack whined, but Sephiroth only turned over in bed and pretended not to hear.
Title: Practical Fashion
Characters: Angeal/Zack
Rating: PG-13
Words: 454
“So whose bright idea was it to make the uniform purple?” Zack tugged at his brand new pullover shirt. “It’s so fruity!”
“That a problem?” Angeal asked, looking him up and down.
Zack ran a hand through his hair and gave his reflection a rueful shake of the head. “I look like a giant grape.”
“Then it’s grapes you don’t like? Not fruits in general?”
“I like fruits just fine,” Zack said, “and grapes are good too, but just… the purple…”
“What’s wrong with it?”
Zack was almost blushing. “It’s not really a guy color, is it?”
Angeal snorted. “It’s not that bad,” he said, crossing his arms, “Brings out your eyes.”
“Brings out my—That’s even worse! How is anybody supposed to take me seriously if this uniform just makes me look like some kind of pretty boy?”
“You’re a SOLDIER,” Angeal pointed out. “First Class, no less, and you’ve got the belt to prove it.”
Zack huffed. “See, that’s another thing I don’t get. Sure, it’s got the insignia but it’s way uncomfortable and it’s not good for anything else.”
“It’s ab protection.” Angeal gave his own belt a solid smack to demonstrate.
“Oh.” Zack prodded his new belt, the replacement for the frayed one he had worn as a Second Class. “Okay, that explains the big one, but why do we need two more?”
Angeal smirked. “Something’s got to hold up your pants.”
“Yeah, but why two?” Zack threw his hands up in the air. “Two belts don’t do anything but make life tough when you have to go to the bathroom.”
“Quit complaining,” Angeal drawled, “You’re a SOLDIER. If you can’t get your pants down in time, we’re in big trouble.”
Zack did not seem to hear. He paced the floor, wagging his finger. “You know what? I want to talk to the designer! He ought to have his license revoked! Two belts? What use could two possibly have?”
Angeal burst out of his seat. “Since you won’t shut up long enough for me to explain, I’ll just have to show you!”
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“Oh, restraints! That’s neat!” Zack said, leaning back to take a look at his wrist. Each was bound to the headboard with one of his belts. “Now I get it. It’s not great, but I suppose it could be useful. Just one problem.”
“What’s that?” Angeal asked from the foot of the bed, forcing his eyes away from the length of bare leg.
“Well, you got one for each wrist,” Zack said, “but my legs are still free. I’m a SOLDIER, you know. I can kick.”
“Not for long, pretty boy,” Angeal said slyly and began unbuckling his own belts. “My pants have to come off too.”
Characters: Sephiroth/Zack, Hojo.
Rating: PG
Words: 406
Sephiroth rolled the thermometer around under his tongue and glared. Hojo did not even notice. He kept pacing as he studied the charts. He stopped in front of the General and looked at him. “So you’ve been feeling this way for how long now?”
Sephiroth shivered. “About two weeks.” He never did like the way fluorescent light glinted off Hojo’s glasses.
“Hmm,” Hojo scribbled something in the chart. “Any nausea or lightheadedness?”
Sephiroth frowned. “I have been feeling a little queasy early in the day.” Hojo pushed his glasses up and squinted hard.
“Here,” he said, going over to the mini-fridge the various interns kept their snacks in. “Have some orange juice.”
“I don’t like orange juice.”
“Just drink it!” Hojo snapped. “If nothing else, the vitamin C can’t hurt.”
Sephiroth frowned at the large cup the professor offered. He stared at it for a while before taking a sip, but kept on drinking. He threw his head back to get it all down and did not stop until the cup was empty. He set it down in surprise and licked his lips thoughtfully. “Must have been some good oranges this season.”
“Must have been,” Hojo mumbled. “That juice should work its way through your system quickly. As soon as you’re ready, head over to the bathroom and fill up a cup. I’ll still need to run a blood test to be certain, but that will do for the time being.”
“What exactly is this about?” Sephiroth snapped. “You still haven’t told me what’s wrong with me!”
“Nothing at all,” Hojo almost cackled, “or at least I hope it’s nothing. When I heard the talk about you and that Second of yours, well, I know you’re the dominant male, so to speak, but I had hoped someone would be able to convince you to experiment now and then. The tests will say for sure.”
“Say what, old man?”
“That you’re expecting, of course! Oh, I suppose congratulations might be in order.”
-------------------------------
Sephiroth shot up in bed with a cry to rouse Hades himself. Zack rolled over beside him and reached out. “Seph, what’s wrong?”
Sephiroth gasped for air and struggled to get himself under control. “Zack, you know that little suggestion you’ve been making lately?”
“What, me on top?” Zack ventured, ever hopeful.
The General fixed him with a stony glare. “No. Never. Absolutely not!”
“Aw, man, come on,” Zack whined, but Sephiroth only turned over in bed and pretended not to hear.
Title: Practical Fashion
Characters: Angeal/Zack
Rating: PG-13
Words: 454
“So whose bright idea was it to make the uniform purple?” Zack tugged at his brand new pullover shirt. “It’s so fruity!”
“That a problem?” Angeal asked, looking him up and down.
Zack ran a hand through his hair and gave his reflection a rueful shake of the head. “I look like a giant grape.”
“Then it’s grapes you don’t like? Not fruits in general?”
“I like fruits just fine,” Zack said, “and grapes are good too, but just… the purple…”
“What’s wrong with it?”
Zack was almost blushing. “It’s not really a guy color, is it?”
Angeal snorted. “It’s not that bad,” he said, crossing his arms, “Brings out your eyes.”
“Brings out my—That’s even worse! How is anybody supposed to take me seriously if this uniform just makes me look like some kind of pretty boy?”
“You’re a SOLDIER,” Angeal pointed out. “First Class, no less, and you’ve got the belt to prove it.”
Zack huffed. “See, that’s another thing I don’t get. Sure, it’s got the insignia but it’s way uncomfortable and it’s not good for anything else.”
“It’s ab protection.” Angeal gave his own belt a solid smack to demonstrate.
“Oh.” Zack prodded his new belt, the replacement for the frayed one he had worn as a Second Class. “Okay, that explains the big one, but why do we need two more?”
Angeal smirked. “Something’s got to hold up your pants.”
“Yeah, but why two?” Zack threw his hands up in the air. “Two belts don’t do anything but make life tough when you have to go to the bathroom.”
“Quit complaining,” Angeal drawled, “You’re a SOLDIER. If you can’t get your pants down in time, we’re in big trouble.”
Zack did not seem to hear. He paced the floor, wagging his finger. “You know what? I want to talk to the designer! He ought to have his license revoked! Two belts? What use could two possibly have?”
Angeal burst out of his seat. “Since you won’t shut up long enough for me to explain, I’ll just have to show you!”
____________________
“Oh, restraints! That’s neat!” Zack said, leaning back to take a look at his wrist. Each was bound to the headboard with one of his belts. “Now I get it. It’s not great, but I suppose it could be useful. Just one problem.”
“What’s that?” Angeal asked from the foot of the bed, forcing his eyes away from the length of bare leg.
“Well, you got one for each wrist,” Zack said, “but my legs are still free. I’m a SOLDIER, you know. I can kick.”
“Not for long, pretty boy,” Angeal said slyly and began unbuckling his own belts. “My pants have to come off too.”
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Date: 2007-03-25 05:56 am (UTC)From:I'da been married and that's a fact
How could you leave me, where did you go?
How could you leave me with daddy Hojo?
And a mini-Project G.
*snerk*
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Date: 2007-03-25 06:34 am (UTC)From: