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[Fic] The Mission (25): Biological Warfare
Title: Biological Warfare
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core
Characters: Genesis/Angeal/Sephiroth/Cloud/Zack.
Rating: R
Word Count: 1750
Contents: Bathroom humor, Genesis airing a secret talent, guys acting twelve.
The Mission: Prequel | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24
“That is it!” Genesis announced, stumbling out of the bedroom in a Mood. “We have got to start laying down some ground rules here.”
Sephiroth raised one lazy eyebrow at him. Angeal stepped out of the kitchen, spoon in hand. “What’s the matter, Gen?”
Genesis’s lips turned down as he tightened his grip on the comforter he had wrapped himself in. “I just woke up in a wet spot.”
“That’s nothing new.” Sephiroth turned his attention to other matters.
“It is when I didn’t put it there!” Genesis snapped. One hand snaked out of the comforter to push his hair back. “And it wasn’t there when I went to sleep!”
Angeal tilted his head and his spoon to keep the sauce from dripping. “So what you’re saying is…”
“Somebody,” Genesis started, “had the nerve to fuck right next to me in bed and didn’t wake me up to ask if I wanted in!”
Angeal shrugged. “Maybe you just looked that tired, Gen. Can’t blame people for wanting to let you rest.”
“They could have let me watch,” Genesis grumbled.
“Sorry, Gen.” Cloud leaned backwards to get a better view of Genesis from the floor. “You looked so peaceful there.”
“Yeah,” Zack put in, licking his lips. “We didn’t want to wake you.”
“See?” Angeal said. “Go back to bed, Gen. I’ll call you when the marinara’s done.”
“You two aren’t done either,” Sephiroth said, weaving his hands into spiky hair to guide Zack and Cloud back into position. “Back to work.”
Genesis scowled. “You’re a jerk, Seph.”
Sephiroth leaned back in his chair. “Not my fault you missed the show.” Genesis humphed and stumbled back to bed, struggling to ignore the sounds. Sephiroth smirked. “Easy now, you two, there’s plenty for everyone.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
On the rare occasion they could all be together for breakfast, big and greasy was the order of the day. Angeal fried up bacon and sausage, and cooked up a farm’s worth of eggs in the bacon grease. He gave serious consideration to opening a diner as a retirement plan, assuming he lived that long. It would be a quiet existence compared to SOLDIER life and he liked standing over a hot stove. Plus he could always hire a waitress or two to handle the difficult customers.
“Angeal!” Genesis banged his mug on the table. “Pour me more coffee.”
“If I turn around now the eggs will burn,” Angeal pointed out. “Besides, the pot’s right in front of you. You can pour it yourself.”
“No, I can’t,” Genesis said. Angeal rolled his eyes at the tone. Genesis slumped forward on the table. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Come on, now, Gen, I didn’t keep you up that late.” Angeal smirked over the eggs and gave them another stir.
“But your elbow was in my ribs half the night!” Genesis groaned. “And you kept rolling on my hair.”
Sephiroth peered out from behind the newspaper. “How can anybody roll on your hair, Genesis? It’s… short.”
“Ask Angeal, he’s the one who was doing it.”
“You were kicking me,” Zack put in, yawning at his toast. “Every time Angeal poked you, you kicked me. And you hold me too tight. How am I supposed to roll over?” Cloud grunted in agreement, almost dozing with a glass of milk in his hand.
Sephiroth frowned and took the glass away. “The bed is a little cramped with all of us in it.”
Genesis sighed. “You suppose we should trade up?”
“What size do you have now?” Cloud asked, waking up with all the chatter.
“It’s a queen,” Genesis said. Zack snorted. “Yuk it up, puppy, I’m not the one crawling down in the middle of the night to sleep at everyone’s feet.”
“That’s the one part of the bed that has any room,” Zack said. “Besides, I get to touch everybody, even if it’s just their feet.”
“Stop pulling my toes in the morning,” Cloud said.
Zack leered. “You quit making that cute face when I do and we’ll see.”
Genesis watched them, most content. Some things were just better than coffee in the morning. “So, you all think we should move up to a ‘King’?”
“Costa del Sol King might be better,” Sephiroth said, “especially if Zack insists on indulging this secret foot fetish of his.”
Zack did not bat an eye, too busy teasing Cloud. “Wanna bite my bacon?” he said, waving a strip just out of Cloud’s reach.
“I’ll bite your sausage if you don’t quit it.”
“Easy, you two,” Angeal warned, serving up scrambled eggs. “Gen, do you really need the extravagance?”
“What extravagance?” Genesis asked. “This is a necessity. Good sleep is important and I’m not getting enough.”
“I’m rather pressed for space on my end too,” Sephiroth said. “That’s why I have to squeeze so close to Cloud.”
Angeal rolled his eyes. “Like you wouldn’t do that anyway.”
“I’m getting squashed, though,” Cloud said. “There’s hardly room to turn and you guys are so much… bigger.”
“There, see, Angeal?” Genesis speared himself some more bacon. “We all need better sleep. Sephiroth has no space, Cloud’s getting squeezed, you keep poking me and your puppy farts in his sleep.”
“Hey!” Zack frowned.
Cloud snickered into his milk. “It’s true, Zack.”
Sephiroth nodded and sighed. “When we hear the little poot, we know you’re out for the night.”
“Aww, man.” Zack tried to hide behind the juice jug so no one could see how pink he was turning.
“It’s okay, pup,” Angeal said, ruffling Zack’s hair. “It’s a perfectly natural function, nothing to be ashamed of. And you!” He shot a glare at Genesis. “You can just consider it payback for the Douzi mission.”
Sephiroth sighed. “Pretty poor payback, considering.”
“What mission was this?” Cloud asked.
“Just a little assignment from before we made First Class,” Angeal said, finally settling down to butter himself some toast.
“A bloody nightmare,” Sephiroth said. He looked so haunted that Cloud reached out to hold his hand.
Genesis waved him off. “You’re so dramatic sometimes, Seph.”
Zack peeked out from behind the juice. “So what happened?”
“Yes, Angeal,” Genesis said, peppering his eggs with enthusiasm. “Tell your puppy what happened.”
Angeal grunted. “Douzi is this little middle-of-nowhere outpost in Wutai. The three of us were sent there as Third Classes for… practice maneuvers.”
“Punishment,” Genesis mouthed but he did not elaborate. Sephiroth only sighed.
“Anyway,” Angeal said, “the supply train right behind us got ambushed and we were stuck there, completely cut off from the main base, at an outpost that was badly in need of supplies even before we got there.”
Cloud gaped. “Did you… eat people?”
“If only,” Sephiroth said.
Genesis burst out laughing. “No, little bird, we didn’t resort to cannibalism.”
Angeal nodded. “Douzi had plenty of food, actually. It’s just… it was all beans.”
Zack blinked. “Beans?”
“Beans,” Angeal confirmed. “Mountains and mountains of baked beans. It was monotonous eating.”
“We did have some variety,” Genesis said. “Hickory ham. Maple syrup. Brown Sugar and Bacon. Beans are okay straight out of the can so we didn’t starve.”
“No, we didn’t starve.” Sephiroth shuddered.
“You ate nothing at all but beans?” Cloud asked.
“Nothing but beans,” Angeal said, “and you know what beans are like. Toss in SOLDIER digestive systems and the atmosphere at Douzi was… unpleasant.”
Zack came out of hiding, biting his lips to keep the laughter in. “So what did you do?”
Angeal shrugged. “What else could we do? We ate our beans and avoided everybody as much as we could.”
Genesis rocked back in his seat. “That lasted all of two days.”
Angeal sighed. “There’s no way to keep a military operation running without some kind of contact.”
“How long were you there for?” Cloud asked, breakfast forgotten.
“A month,” Sephiroth said.
“You keep making that face and it’ll stick like that,” Genesis said. “Besides, it wasn’t all terrible. When we realized there was no avoiding interaction, we made the best of it.”
“Yeah.” Angeal snorted. “The men started having contests.” The boys collapsed in a fit of laughter.
Genesis smirked. “I won all of mine.”
“Well, you always were good at tooting your own horn,” Angeal pointed out.
Zack and Cloud howled with laughter. "Gaia, I'm going to choke on my milk here." Cloud coughed and Zack whacked him merrily on the back.
"Pull it together, chickabo," Zack said, though he was hardly doing any better.
Angeal snorted at the display and turned a disapproving eye on Genesis. "They're not so far away from twelve, but what's your excuse?"
“Pfft, like you’ve got room to complain.” Genesis pouted. “You sound like a damned foghorn.” Cloud fell out of his seat. Sephiroth hid behind his paper.
Angeal sighed. “You see, pup?” he said. “No harm done. We’ve all seen worse.”
“Smelt it, too,” Sephiroth said into his coffee.
Zack still managed to look sheepish, despite the laughter. “So it’s not a big deal?”
“Of course not, Zack.” Genesis slapped him on the back and pulled him in for a huddle. “But don’t even think about giving me competition.”
Zack went sly. “Well, since you brought it up…”
Sephiroth poured himself more coffee. “Just do it when I’m not at home, please.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Replacing the bed was a quick affair. Genesis had a preferred brand and mattress type and was not inclined to dilly-dally over the details the way he had with the living room. He simply traded up. As far as the headboard went, Angeal knew a guy who knew a guy, and Cloud learned that specialty SOLDIER strength bedposts made for a tidy little side business in some quarters. Within a week and with Zack as a willing volunteer, the setup had been tested quite thoroughly.
“This is nice, isn’t it?” Genesis said. “Lots of room to roll over.”
“It’s not bad,” Angeal said, trying to tug a comforter over his ass. The extra space hadn’t done a thing about the blanket battles. “You know, Seph, you don’t have to press so close to Cloud now.” Sephiroth and Cloud both smirked. They didn’t budge an inch.
“Only thing I don’t get,” Genesis said, stifling a yawn, “is why your puppy’s still sleeping across the foot of the bed. Is that another one of your puppy play things?”
“He’s comfy there, I think.” Angeal propped himself up to check on Zack. The boy had taken a pillow with him and gone to lie where he could nuzzle Angeal’s feet and worship Genesis’s. He had also had a little round of footsie with Sephiroth until Cloud had told them both to quit. “You good down there, puppy?” There was no answer. Angeal nudged him. “Zack, you okay?”
Zack made a small sound. Genesis snickered. “Yeah, he’s fine.”
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core
Characters: Genesis/Angeal/Sephiroth/Cloud/Zack.
Rating: R
Word Count: 1750
Contents: Bathroom humor, Genesis airing a secret talent, guys acting twelve.
The Mission: Prequel | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24
“That is it!” Genesis announced, stumbling out of the bedroom in a Mood. “We have got to start laying down some ground rules here.”
Sephiroth raised one lazy eyebrow at him. Angeal stepped out of the kitchen, spoon in hand. “What’s the matter, Gen?”
Genesis’s lips turned down as he tightened his grip on the comforter he had wrapped himself in. “I just woke up in a wet spot.”
“That’s nothing new.” Sephiroth turned his attention to other matters.
“It is when I didn’t put it there!” Genesis snapped. One hand snaked out of the comforter to push his hair back. “And it wasn’t there when I went to sleep!”
Angeal tilted his head and his spoon to keep the sauce from dripping. “So what you’re saying is…”
“Somebody,” Genesis started, “had the nerve to fuck right next to me in bed and didn’t wake me up to ask if I wanted in!”
Angeal shrugged. “Maybe you just looked that tired, Gen. Can’t blame people for wanting to let you rest.”
“They could have let me watch,” Genesis grumbled.
“Sorry, Gen.” Cloud leaned backwards to get a better view of Genesis from the floor. “You looked so peaceful there.”
“Yeah,” Zack put in, licking his lips. “We didn’t want to wake you.”
“See?” Angeal said. “Go back to bed, Gen. I’ll call you when the marinara’s done.”
“You two aren’t done either,” Sephiroth said, weaving his hands into spiky hair to guide Zack and Cloud back into position. “Back to work.”
Genesis scowled. “You’re a jerk, Seph.”
Sephiroth leaned back in his chair. “Not my fault you missed the show.” Genesis humphed and stumbled back to bed, struggling to ignore the sounds. Sephiroth smirked. “Easy now, you two, there’s plenty for everyone.”
On the rare occasion they could all be together for breakfast, big and greasy was the order of the day. Angeal fried up bacon and sausage, and cooked up a farm’s worth of eggs in the bacon grease. He gave serious consideration to opening a diner as a retirement plan, assuming he lived that long. It would be a quiet existence compared to SOLDIER life and he liked standing over a hot stove. Plus he could always hire a waitress or two to handle the difficult customers.
“Angeal!” Genesis banged his mug on the table. “Pour me more coffee.”
“If I turn around now the eggs will burn,” Angeal pointed out. “Besides, the pot’s right in front of you. You can pour it yourself.”
“No, I can’t,” Genesis said. Angeal rolled his eyes at the tone. Genesis slumped forward on the table. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Come on, now, Gen, I didn’t keep you up that late.” Angeal smirked over the eggs and gave them another stir.
“But your elbow was in my ribs half the night!” Genesis groaned. “And you kept rolling on my hair.”
Sephiroth peered out from behind the newspaper. “How can anybody roll on your hair, Genesis? It’s… short.”
“Ask Angeal, he’s the one who was doing it.”
“You were kicking me,” Zack put in, yawning at his toast. “Every time Angeal poked you, you kicked me. And you hold me too tight. How am I supposed to roll over?” Cloud grunted in agreement, almost dozing with a glass of milk in his hand.
Sephiroth frowned and took the glass away. “The bed is a little cramped with all of us in it.”
Genesis sighed. “You suppose we should trade up?”
“What size do you have now?” Cloud asked, waking up with all the chatter.
“It’s a queen,” Genesis said. Zack snorted. “Yuk it up, puppy, I’m not the one crawling down in the middle of the night to sleep at everyone’s feet.”
“That’s the one part of the bed that has any room,” Zack said. “Besides, I get to touch everybody, even if it’s just their feet.”
“Stop pulling my toes in the morning,” Cloud said.
Zack leered. “You quit making that cute face when I do and we’ll see.”
Genesis watched them, most content. Some things were just better than coffee in the morning. “So, you all think we should move up to a ‘King’?”
“Costa del Sol King might be better,” Sephiroth said, “especially if Zack insists on indulging this secret foot fetish of his.”
Zack did not bat an eye, too busy teasing Cloud. “Wanna bite my bacon?” he said, waving a strip just out of Cloud’s reach.
“I’ll bite your sausage if you don’t quit it.”
“Easy, you two,” Angeal warned, serving up scrambled eggs. “Gen, do you really need the extravagance?”
“What extravagance?” Genesis asked. “This is a necessity. Good sleep is important and I’m not getting enough.”
“I’m rather pressed for space on my end too,” Sephiroth said. “That’s why I have to squeeze so close to Cloud.”
Angeal rolled his eyes. “Like you wouldn’t do that anyway.”
“I’m getting squashed, though,” Cloud said. “There’s hardly room to turn and you guys are so much… bigger.”
“There, see, Angeal?” Genesis speared himself some more bacon. “We all need better sleep. Sephiroth has no space, Cloud’s getting squeezed, you keep poking me and your puppy farts in his sleep.”
“Hey!” Zack frowned.
Cloud snickered into his milk. “It’s true, Zack.”
Sephiroth nodded and sighed. “When we hear the little poot, we know you’re out for the night.”
“Aww, man.” Zack tried to hide behind the juice jug so no one could see how pink he was turning.
“It’s okay, pup,” Angeal said, ruffling Zack’s hair. “It’s a perfectly natural function, nothing to be ashamed of. And you!” He shot a glare at Genesis. “You can just consider it payback for the Douzi mission.”
Sephiroth sighed. “Pretty poor payback, considering.”
“What mission was this?” Cloud asked.
“Just a little assignment from before we made First Class,” Angeal said, finally settling down to butter himself some toast.
“A bloody nightmare,” Sephiroth said. He looked so haunted that Cloud reached out to hold his hand.
Genesis waved him off. “You’re so dramatic sometimes, Seph.”
Zack peeked out from behind the juice. “So what happened?”
“Yes, Angeal,” Genesis said, peppering his eggs with enthusiasm. “Tell your puppy what happened.”
Angeal grunted. “Douzi is this little middle-of-nowhere outpost in Wutai. The three of us were sent there as Third Classes for… practice maneuvers.”
“Punishment,” Genesis mouthed but he did not elaborate. Sephiroth only sighed.
“Anyway,” Angeal said, “the supply train right behind us got ambushed and we were stuck there, completely cut off from the main base, at an outpost that was badly in need of supplies even before we got there.”
Cloud gaped. “Did you… eat people?”
“If only,” Sephiroth said.
Genesis burst out laughing. “No, little bird, we didn’t resort to cannibalism.”
Angeal nodded. “Douzi had plenty of food, actually. It’s just… it was all beans.”
Zack blinked. “Beans?”
“Beans,” Angeal confirmed. “Mountains and mountains of baked beans. It was monotonous eating.”
“We did have some variety,” Genesis said. “Hickory ham. Maple syrup. Brown Sugar and Bacon. Beans are okay straight out of the can so we didn’t starve.”
“No, we didn’t starve.” Sephiroth shuddered.
“You ate nothing at all but beans?” Cloud asked.
“Nothing but beans,” Angeal said, “and you know what beans are like. Toss in SOLDIER digestive systems and the atmosphere at Douzi was… unpleasant.”
Zack came out of hiding, biting his lips to keep the laughter in. “So what did you do?”
Angeal shrugged. “What else could we do? We ate our beans and avoided everybody as much as we could.”
Genesis rocked back in his seat. “That lasted all of two days.”
Angeal sighed. “There’s no way to keep a military operation running without some kind of contact.”
“How long were you there for?” Cloud asked, breakfast forgotten.
“A month,” Sephiroth said.
“You keep making that face and it’ll stick like that,” Genesis said. “Besides, it wasn’t all terrible. When we realized there was no avoiding interaction, we made the best of it.”
“Yeah.” Angeal snorted. “The men started having contests.” The boys collapsed in a fit of laughter.
Genesis smirked. “I won all of mine.”
“Well, you always were good at tooting your own horn,” Angeal pointed out.
Zack and Cloud howled with laughter. "Gaia, I'm going to choke on my milk here." Cloud coughed and Zack whacked him merrily on the back.
"Pull it together, chickabo," Zack said, though he was hardly doing any better.
Angeal snorted at the display and turned a disapproving eye on Genesis. "They're not so far away from twelve, but what's your excuse?"
“Pfft, like you’ve got room to complain.” Genesis pouted. “You sound like a damned foghorn.” Cloud fell out of his seat. Sephiroth hid behind his paper.
Angeal sighed. “You see, pup?” he said. “No harm done. We’ve all seen worse.”
“Smelt it, too,” Sephiroth said into his coffee.
Zack still managed to look sheepish, despite the laughter. “So it’s not a big deal?”
“Of course not, Zack.” Genesis slapped him on the back and pulled him in for a huddle. “But don’t even think about giving me competition.”
Zack went sly. “Well, since you brought it up…”
Sephiroth poured himself more coffee. “Just do it when I’m not at home, please.”
Replacing the bed was a quick affair. Genesis had a preferred brand and mattress type and was not inclined to dilly-dally over the details the way he had with the living room. He simply traded up. As far as the headboard went, Angeal knew a guy who knew a guy, and Cloud learned that specialty SOLDIER strength bedposts made for a tidy little side business in some quarters. Within a week and with Zack as a willing volunteer, the setup had been tested quite thoroughly.
“This is nice, isn’t it?” Genesis said. “Lots of room to roll over.”
“It’s not bad,” Angeal said, trying to tug a comforter over his ass. The extra space hadn’t done a thing about the blanket battles. “You know, Seph, you don’t have to press so close to Cloud now.” Sephiroth and Cloud both smirked. They didn’t budge an inch.
“Only thing I don’t get,” Genesis said, stifling a yawn, “is why your puppy’s still sleeping across the foot of the bed. Is that another one of your puppy play things?”
“He’s comfy there, I think.” Angeal propped himself up to check on Zack. The boy had taken a pillow with him and gone to lie where he could nuzzle Angeal’s feet and worship Genesis’s. He had also had a little round of footsie with Sephiroth until Cloud had told them both to quit. “You good down there, puppy?” There was no answer. Angeal nudged him. “Zack, you okay?”
Zack made a small sound. Genesis snickered. “Yeah, he’s fine.”
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Oh, ZACK. You are too precious for words.
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A+++++
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SOLDIERs must have some interesting campfire shenanigans.
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(I found a small typo, BTW. You may want to add a "to" in front of dilly-dally.)
Last question: do your old notes give this series a happy or sad ending? Inquiring minds would dearly love to know.
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(Fixed. Thanks.^^)
Well, life's got its good and its not so good. >_>
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I have to, I'm sorry.
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