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Title: Six Legs
Fandom: Compilation of FFVII
Characters: Cloud, Reno, Sephiroth, Genesis, Angeal, Yuffie, Marlene, Denzel, Tifa.
Rating: PG13
Genre: Genfic
Warnings: Roaches. Everywhere.
Word Count: 926
Breathing was so noisy. Cloud tried to control it but he needed air. They would get caught if he couldn’t be quiet. He wondered what the Turk in front of him would think. Maybe that he was a liability and a nuisance. Turks didn’t get caught, did they? They did anything they had to for the job to get done. Offing one weak, little trooper who was so scared he was starting to feel sick was probably all in a day’s work. Cloud clutched his rifle tighter and tried to breathe.
“Hell of a hole to be stuck in, eh?” the Turk said. He was smirking, his eyes twinkling oddly in the dark. “Looks like we’ll be here a while. Hope you don’t mind roaches?”
Cloud looked up. “R- roaches?”
“Sure.” The Turk took a look around the cramped space. It was the size of a dog kennel and half as cozy. “Dank little under-plate spot like this, you’re going to have vermin of all sorts running through.” He ran his hand down the rod he had been using. “Rats make good target practice but if you really want a challenge, go with roaches.” Cloud blinked.
“Oh, yeah,” the Turk continued, staring up out of the hole. “Helluva lot you can do to hone your skills with little things that skitter. Hey, did you know you can fry a roach with cigarette butt if you flick it right?”
Cloud shook his head. “No, Sir.”
“’s true,” the Turk said, smirking again, “and if you use a little salt and LOT of imagination, it kinda tastes like a potato chip.”
Cloud felt the nausea coming back in a wave.
***
“Sephiroth!”
“Must you shriek, Genesis?” Sephiroth put a finger in his ear as if that would ease the pressure. Genesis came out with a carving knife in one hand and a wooden spoon for an off-hand weapon.
“I saw a cockroach, Sephiroth. We have roaches in our kitchen!”
Sephiroth felt his skin start crawling. “That’s… unfortunate.” Damn Palmer for being such a slob. Once the things were in the building there wasn’t much to be done.
“Seph, I insist you get out from in front of the TV and help me kill the things.”
“Why? You only saw one. You got it, right?” Sephiroth eyed the knife Genesis was holding and made a note to get a new one for their meat.
“Seph,” Genesis grated, “the rule of thumb about roaches is that for every one you see there are two dozen you don’t.”
Sephiroth froze. “Two dozen?”
“Two dozen.”
“And they could be anywhere?”
“Anywhere.”
Sephiroth nodded. “You get the toolkit, I’ll get the materia.”
When Angeal came in an hour later and stood gaping at their hollowed-out crisp of a kitchen, they told him it had been completely necessary.
***
Yuffie had good reason to hate kimono. When she had been very young, about six or seven, some special occasion had deemed it necessary that she be dressed appropriately. It had gone just swimmingly at first. The silk was pretty and if the belt was thicker than she was used to it was still a shiny thing. The embroidery glistened.
They didn’t speak of it in the house anymore, how she ruined the whole ceremony with her flailing. She had tried to explain about the roach and the creepy crawly feeling of it going up her leg and how she would have crushed it without a second thought except that kimono were rather hard to kick in and wasn’t it just awful to have a bug heading up towards places even you weren’t allowed to touch yet?
No matter that. She was quickly hushed, admonished and punished and by the time it was all over, Yuffie was determined that nobody would ever dress her up like a girl again. Let them complain. Being kunoichi was better than anything. She focused her gaze and took aim.
The shuriken slammed into the tree trunk with a soft thunk, slicing the little green insect neatly in half. Roaches were roaches, as far as Yuffie was concerned, even the forest variety. She sprang from branch to branch to retrieve her weapon. There were voices not far away, some noisy group of travellers talking, from the sound of it, to a cloud. Yuffie wiped the splotch of bug juice off the shuriken and crouched to wait. Target practice was great revenge.
***
“I think that’s it,” Denzel said, breathless.
“Hope so.” Cloud looked around, weapon in hand. All clear. He gave Denzel one of his small smiles and watched the boy light up. Denzel was getting good, learning how to take out a target, how to watch someone’s back. The kid had promise.
“What happened in here?” Tifa nearly dropped the shopping bag she was carrying.
Marlene peered in around her. “Holy Moley.”
“Um,” Cloud set the sword down and scratched his head. “There was a roach.”
Tifa scowled. “You hacked up the bar for a roach?”
Cloud and Denzel shared a glance. “We’re in trouble now,” it said.
Marlene darted in and opened up a cupboard. “There’s a perfectly good can of bug spray under the sink.”
Cloud and Denzel shared another look. “Oh,” they said together.
“We’ll clean up,” Denzel offered.
Tifa set her bag down and massaged her forehead. “You two, just go upstairs, I don’t want to have to look at you right now.”
Marlene sensibly got Tifa a glass of water. “Tifa,” she said, setting the glass down. “Boys are kinda dumb, aren’t they?”
Fandom: Compilation of FFVII
Characters: Cloud, Reno, Sephiroth, Genesis, Angeal, Yuffie, Marlene, Denzel, Tifa.
Rating: PG13
Genre: Genfic
Warnings: Roaches. Everywhere.
Word Count: 926
Breathing was so noisy. Cloud tried to control it but he needed air. They would get caught if he couldn’t be quiet. He wondered what the Turk in front of him would think. Maybe that he was a liability and a nuisance. Turks didn’t get caught, did they? They did anything they had to for the job to get done. Offing one weak, little trooper who was so scared he was starting to feel sick was probably all in a day’s work. Cloud clutched his rifle tighter and tried to breathe.
“Hell of a hole to be stuck in, eh?” the Turk said. He was smirking, his eyes twinkling oddly in the dark. “Looks like we’ll be here a while. Hope you don’t mind roaches?”
Cloud looked up. “R- roaches?”
“Sure.” The Turk took a look around the cramped space. It was the size of a dog kennel and half as cozy. “Dank little under-plate spot like this, you’re going to have vermin of all sorts running through.” He ran his hand down the rod he had been using. “Rats make good target practice but if you really want a challenge, go with roaches.” Cloud blinked.
“Oh, yeah,” the Turk continued, staring up out of the hole. “Helluva lot you can do to hone your skills with little things that skitter. Hey, did you know you can fry a roach with cigarette butt if you flick it right?”
Cloud shook his head. “No, Sir.”
“’s true,” the Turk said, smirking again, “and if you use a little salt and LOT of imagination, it kinda tastes like a potato chip.”
Cloud felt the nausea coming back in a wave.
***
“Sephiroth!”
“Must you shriek, Genesis?” Sephiroth put a finger in his ear as if that would ease the pressure. Genesis came out with a carving knife in one hand and a wooden spoon for an off-hand weapon.
“I saw a cockroach, Sephiroth. We have roaches in our kitchen!”
Sephiroth felt his skin start crawling. “That’s… unfortunate.” Damn Palmer for being such a slob. Once the things were in the building there wasn’t much to be done.
“Seph, I insist you get out from in front of the TV and help me kill the things.”
“Why? You only saw one. You got it, right?” Sephiroth eyed the knife Genesis was holding and made a note to get a new one for their meat.
“Seph,” Genesis grated, “the rule of thumb about roaches is that for every one you see there are two dozen you don’t.”
Sephiroth froze. “Two dozen?”
“Two dozen.”
“And they could be anywhere?”
“Anywhere.”
Sephiroth nodded. “You get the toolkit, I’ll get the materia.”
When Angeal came in an hour later and stood gaping at their hollowed-out crisp of a kitchen, they told him it had been completely necessary.
***
Yuffie had good reason to hate kimono. When she had been very young, about six or seven, some special occasion had deemed it necessary that she be dressed appropriately. It had gone just swimmingly at first. The silk was pretty and if the belt was thicker than she was used to it was still a shiny thing. The embroidery glistened.
They didn’t speak of it in the house anymore, how she ruined the whole ceremony with her flailing. She had tried to explain about the roach and the creepy crawly feeling of it going up her leg and how she would have crushed it without a second thought except that kimono were rather hard to kick in and wasn’t it just awful to have a bug heading up towards places even you weren’t allowed to touch yet?
No matter that. She was quickly hushed, admonished and punished and by the time it was all over, Yuffie was determined that nobody would ever dress her up like a girl again. Let them complain. Being kunoichi was better than anything. She focused her gaze and took aim.
The shuriken slammed into the tree trunk with a soft thunk, slicing the little green insect neatly in half. Roaches were roaches, as far as Yuffie was concerned, even the forest variety. She sprang from branch to branch to retrieve her weapon. There were voices not far away, some noisy group of travellers talking, from the sound of it, to a cloud. Yuffie wiped the splotch of bug juice off the shuriken and crouched to wait. Target practice was great revenge.
***
“I think that’s it,” Denzel said, breathless.
“Hope so.” Cloud looked around, weapon in hand. All clear. He gave Denzel one of his small smiles and watched the boy light up. Denzel was getting good, learning how to take out a target, how to watch someone’s back. The kid had promise.
“What happened in here?” Tifa nearly dropped the shopping bag she was carrying.
Marlene peered in around her. “Holy Moley.”
“Um,” Cloud set the sword down and scratched his head. “There was a roach.”
Tifa scowled. “You hacked up the bar for a roach?”
Cloud and Denzel shared a glance. “We’re in trouble now,” it said.
Marlene darted in and opened up a cupboard. “There’s a perfectly good can of bug spray under the sink.”
Cloud and Denzel shared another look. “Oh,” they said together.
“We’ll clean up,” Denzel offered.
Tifa set her bag down and massaged her forehead. “You two, just go upstairs, I don’t want to have to look at you right now.”
Marlene sensibly got Tifa a glass of water. “Tifa,” she said, setting the glass down. “Boys are kinda dumb, aren’t they?”
