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Fic: An Odd Attachment
Title: An Odd Attachment
Characters: Aeris/Sephiroth, Aeris/Zack
Rating: R
Word Count: 660
Prompt: 077: What?
Genre: Crack, inspired by random trivia #8 about Sephiroth at the The Mechanical Contrivium.
“Zachary, might I be able to find your young girlfriend in her usual haunt at this hour?”
“She's not my girlfriend! And I don't care where you find her! She can rot under the plate pillars for all I care!”
Sephiroth was nonplussed. “I take it you two had a fight.”
“She started it!” Zack stormed across his tiny cell of an office, tossing his paperwork as he went for added dramatic flair.
“I see,” Sephiroth said, even though he didn't, and didn't want to either. “Then I suppose you won't be having any moments of romantic jealousy when I say I'm going to see her.”
“Like hell I will! Go see the little bitch! It's not like I give a crap! If she thinks she can push me-”
Sephiroth left Zack ranting to the air. He had a problem of his own and didn't need the details of Zack's.
He did indeed find the girl at her usual place, the church under the plate. He had doubled back on himself several times to be sure he was not followed. A tail would compromise the girl's safety and worse, his reputation.
She felt him enter. “If you brought an apology from Zack, you go right back and tell him he can shove-”
“Zack didn't send me.” Sephiroth cut her off.
“Oh.” She slumped a little over the flowers, trowel in hand. The earth bore some spectacular stab wounds. “What are you here for then?”
Sephiroth steeled himself. “I have a problem of a rather... medical nature.”
“Then you should go to a doctor.” Aerith went back to gouging the earth.
“I don't trust the doctors with this.” Sephiroth looked aside. Aerith sat back on her heels and looked at him. Her expression was still sour.
“Personal issue?”
“Yes.”
“And you think I can help?”
“I hope you can.”
Aerith stood. “So what is it?”
Sephiroth took a breath, then another. “There's a... growth. Kind of a lump.” Now that would be several kinds of improper, but words failed him.
“What kind of growth? Like a tumor, you think?”
Sephiroth frowned and looked around. “It's probably easier if I just... show... you.” Maybe not in a church though.
Aeris picked up on it immediately. “Okay, pants off.”
“What?” Sephiroth blinked.
“It's one of those things, isn't it? If it was on your back, you wouldn't be so fidgety. Pants off, mister.”
“You mean you don't mind? This being a church and all...”
Aeris huffed. “No, I don't mind. Do you want help or not?”
Sephiroth hesitated, then finally reached for his buckle. He slid his pants down only as far as he needed to. Aeris took a look, then a long lingering stare. Sephiroth swore he could hear the dust motes swirling in the air.
“What is that?” Aeris said finally.
“I have no idea.” Sephiroth frowned, covering the nub with one hand. “I was hoping you could tell me.”
“Hmm,” Aeris pondered it. “I'm going to have to get a closer look.” She sank to her knees and knocked Sephiroth's hand out of the way so she could see. Sephiroth twitched as her fingers hovered over the odd protrusion.
“Look, don't touch!” he snapped.
Aeris looked up at him with a smirk she must have picked up from Zack. “But General, something like that's just made for touching.”
“What?”
“Everything seems in order for your patterns. It's like it's just meant to be there.” Aeris nodded to herself.
Sephiroth was disgusted. “Now why in the world would I need to grow... well, something like that?”
“Why shouldn't you?”
Sephiroth sputtered. “Well, what's it for?”
Aeris rose and took him by the hand. Sephiroth was really starting to not like that smirk. “General, can't you tell?” It's Gaia's gift to women.” She ran one finger down from his navel to just above the flesh in question. “And since Zack and I are on a break, I want to test it out.”
Characters: Aeris/Sephiroth, Aeris/Zack
Rating: R
Word Count: 660
Prompt: 077: What?
Genre: Crack, inspired by random trivia #8 about Sephiroth at the The Mechanical Contrivium.
“Zachary, might I be able to find your young girlfriend in her usual haunt at this hour?”
“She's not my girlfriend! And I don't care where you find her! She can rot under the plate pillars for all I care!”
Sephiroth was nonplussed. “I take it you two had a fight.”
“She started it!” Zack stormed across his tiny cell of an office, tossing his paperwork as he went for added dramatic flair.
“I see,” Sephiroth said, even though he didn't, and didn't want to either. “Then I suppose you won't be having any moments of romantic jealousy when I say I'm going to see her.”
“Like hell I will! Go see the little bitch! It's not like I give a crap! If she thinks she can push me-”
Sephiroth left Zack ranting to the air. He had a problem of his own and didn't need the details of Zack's.
He did indeed find the girl at her usual place, the church under the plate. He had doubled back on himself several times to be sure he was not followed. A tail would compromise the girl's safety and worse, his reputation.
She felt him enter. “If you brought an apology from Zack, you go right back and tell him he can shove-”
“Zack didn't send me.” Sephiroth cut her off.
“Oh.” She slumped a little over the flowers, trowel in hand. The earth bore some spectacular stab wounds. “What are you here for then?”
Sephiroth steeled himself. “I have a problem of a rather... medical nature.”
“Then you should go to a doctor.” Aerith went back to gouging the earth.
“I don't trust the doctors with this.” Sephiroth looked aside. Aerith sat back on her heels and looked at him. Her expression was still sour.
“Personal issue?”
“Yes.”
“And you think I can help?”
“I hope you can.”
Aerith stood. “So what is it?”
Sephiroth took a breath, then another. “There's a... growth. Kind of a lump.” Now that would be several kinds of improper, but words failed him.
“What kind of growth? Like a tumor, you think?”
Sephiroth frowned and looked around. “It's probably easier if I just... show... you.” Maybe not in a church though.
Aeris picked up on it immediately. “Okay, pants off.”
“What?” Sephiroth blinked.
“It's one of those things, isn't it? If it was on your back, you wouldn't be so fidgety. Pants off, mister.”
“You mean you don't mind? This being a church and all...”
Aeris huffed. “No, I don't mind. Do you want help or not?”
Sephiroth hesitated, then finally reached for his buckle. He slid his pants down only as far as he needed to. Aeris took a look, then a long lingering stare. Sephiroth swore he could hear the dust motes swirling in the air.
“What is that?” Aeris said finally.
“I have no idea.” Sephiroth frowned, covering the nub with one hand. “I was hoping you could tell me.”
“Hmm,” Aeris pondered it. “I'm going to have to get a closer look.” She sank to her knees and knocked Sephiroth's hand out of the way so she could see. Sephiroth twitched as her fingers hovered over the odd protrusion.
“Look, don't touch!” he snapped.
Aeris looked up at him with a smirk she must have picked up from Zack. “But General, something like that's just made for touching.”
“What?”
“Everything seems in order for your patterns. It's like it's just meant to be there.” Aeris nodded to herself.
Sephiroth was disgusted. “Now why in the world would I need to grow... well, something like that?”
“Why shouldn't you?”
Sephiroth sputtered. “Well, what's it for?”
Aeris rose and took him by the hand. Sephiroth was really starting to not like that smirk. “General, can't you tell?” It's Gaia's gift to women.” She ran one finger down from his navel to just above the flesh in question. “And since Zack and I are on a break, I want to test it out.”
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...
*headdesk*
Well, that explains a lot...
*giggle*
*COUGH* Erm, nice job... thank you :-D
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You're welcome! ;D
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Man, after getting back from Hakone...that made my night. Over and over again. ^____^
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