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Title: Battlefield
Series: FFVII: Crisis Core
Characters: Sephiroth/Genesis/Cloud, Angeal/Zack
Rating: R
Word Count: 2266
The Mission: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12
Angeal came flying backwards into the living room. Genesis flew in after him, bare-chested, armed and snarling.
“It's all your fault anyway, Angeal,” Genesis taunted, swinging out wildly.
“Don't you dare blame this on me!” Angeal roared. “Self-control, Rhapsodos! Grow up and get some!”
“Angeal?” Zack almost squeaked. He had taken shelter in a corner with a neat drop-and-roll at the very first clash of swords.
“The bedroom, Zack!” Angeal gritted his teeth and braced himself. “Cut him down!”
“Cut who down?” Zack's eyes widened as swords cut into the walls. Genesis growled and shoved, gaining precious inches of space as Angeal's feet slid backwards on the carpet.
“Just go!” Angeal shouted. “Get him out of here!”
Sephiroth exited the bedroom bearing the masamune and an unreadable expression. “Gen, just tell him.”
“Oh, I'll tell him, alright!” Genesis growled back over his shoulder.
Zack recovered his wits and slid around the perimeter of the room, eyes on the danger with some obscure idea of helping. Not like he could do much in a battle of First Classes. At least Sephiroth did not seem inclined to join the fray. Zack backed his way down the hall and into the bedroom. When he turned his heart nearly gave out.
“Gaia,” he croaked. He would know that blond head anywhere. “Cloud!”
Cloud squirmed in the chains, helping Zack to breathe again. The boy still had some fight in him. That was good. “I'm going to get you out of this, Cloud!” He scrambled over and circled around, trying to get an idea of where to start.
They had suspended Cloud in some kind of half-hogtie position. He was mute, blindfolded and as a final insult, someone had tied a ribbon around his dick. Zack quailed. He didn't know where to start. Angeal had told him to 'cut him down'. He would start there.
He grabbed hold of the chains and tried to yank them apart. “Shit!” SOLDIER strength. Had to be. Angeal used some like these too, sometimes. “Don't worry, Cloud, I'll get you out.”
Cloud squirmed some more, making frantic sounds behind the gag. Zack picked the weakest point he could find – the ceiling itself. He got up on tiptoe and tugged. The hooks gave way in a cloud of plaster and Cloud hit the floor.
“MMPH!” A pair of rubber balls, one red, one yellow, rolled out of Cloud's hands.
“Oh, god, Cloud, I'm so sorry!” Zack was on his knees in a flash, untangling the chains. “Just hold still a minute.” But Cloud wouldn't. Zack tried to get his hands around Cloud's thrashing head. “Just a second, Cloud, please, little chocobo, just hold on, I'll get you out of here.” He got the buckle of the leather blindfold and ripped the thing off entirely. Wide blue eyes flashed at him and squinted shut just as quickly against the light. Zack's heart sank. “It'll be okay, Cloud, it'll be okay.” He reached around to give the gag the same treatment.
Cloud spat the thing out and lay on the floor, nursing a slightly stiff jaw. He blinked carefully and tried to sit up. “I have to get out there.”
“I'll get you out as soon as it's clear enough,” Zack offered, wishing like hell he had a coat to cover the boy with. He studiously kept his eyes on Cloud's face, cursing himself for not doing something about the penis ribbon earlier.
“I gotta stop this!” Cloud squirmed, unable to rise with the chains still on.
“You can't go out there, Cloud,” Zack tried to hold him back but it wasn't like the kid could go anywhere. Cloud rolled onto his side, grimacing. It couldn't be comfortable being tied up that way. “Just give me a second. I have to get you out of all this.”
“Zack,” Cloud began.
“I don't have any wire cutters with me and even then they might not be strong enough for this stuff.” Zack glanced around. “Damn.”
“Zack,” Cloud tried again.
“I'm going to have to use my sword, Cloud. I promise I won't hurt you.”
“Zack, the keys are in the top drawer in the nightstand on the right.”
Zack blinked. “There's keys?”
“There's locks, Zack.” Cloud grimaced more. “Hurry up, I'm cramping up down here and we have to get out there and stop a murder.”
Zack went to the drawer and fished out a bunch of small, silvery keys. “You can't stop a First Class fight. I don't think you should.” He bent down to handle the locks, eyes on his task. “Don't worry. The ones that did this to you are going to get what they deserve.”
Cloud huffed. “Zack, I asked them to.”
“... Huh?”
Cloud looked away, blushing slightly. “This is a consensual relationship,” he parroted, prepared for the eventuality of being caught, if not by his crush.
“Huh?” Zack sat back on his heels, glancing around. Aside from the mess he had made there were no signs of struggle.
Cloud swallowed and gingerly sat up, rubbing his freed limbs. “We abide by careful negotiation and the rules of safe play.”
Zack shook his head. “Safe play involves safe words, Cloud. You were gagged.”
“We were using a rubber ball system!” Cloud looked around and spotted the balls he had been gripping before Zack pulled him down. “Over there. Yellow for 'slow', red for 'stop'.” He ducked his head and tried to arrange his legs for decency. Genesis was distressingly good at tying bows.
Zack stared for a good minute, trying to reconcile one thing with the other. First Classes didn't cut corners, Zack knew that pretty well by now. But Cloud, little Cloud wanted this? Innocent apple-cheeked Cloud was a willing player? His little chocobohead buddy?
“How long has this been going on?” Outside, the battle raged but in here, there were only questions.
Cloud glanced away. “A while. A few months.” He stretched over carefully to get a blanket from the pile. Zack stopped him and unfolded a large blue one to throw over Cloud himself.
“So, when you asked me out...”
“I was already involved with them, yes.” Cloud forced himself to look in Zack's general direction, even if he couldn't look the SOLDIER in the eye yet.
“Did they know...”
“Yes. It was a long discussion.” Cloud tried to shift into a more comfortable position under the blanket. “They said I could experiment.”
“Huh.” Zack wasn't sure how he felt about that. “So I guess maybe we should try to stop them all from killing one another then.”
Cloud nodded, accepting a hand up and rising with difficulty. “Is Hewley yours? The one you're with?”
Zack nodded. “He's a great guy. Super protective streak though. He walked in on all this and, well, it's a whole new level of apeshit.”
Cloud tried to hide a grin and collapsed to his knees, screaming. Zack dropped with him. “Cloud! CLOUD! What's wrong?”
“Ge- get it out!” Cloud cried, face scrunched in pain. “Plug.”
“Plug where?” Zack looked around for electrical outlets.
“Inside,” Cloud whimpered, writhing and curling on the floor. “Oh, gaia, get it out.”
Zack paled. “Cloud, turn over. Come on, buddy, I need you to work with me on this.” He reached under the blankets, feeling around. His fingers brushed the flared base of what must have been a fairly powerful vibrating butt plug, but Cloud squirmed away too quickly. “Hang on, Cloud, I need to get a good grip and turn it off.”
“Remote,” Cloud gasped. “Gen.”
“Shit.” Zack tore the blanket away to do the job properly. “Hang on, Cloud, we can do this.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
“You owe me a couch!” Genesis yelled as Angeal hefted the Buster sword free from the corpse of the old one.
“The only thing I'm giving you is a castration!” Angeal charged, knocking Genesis into the stereo and flat on his ass. Sephiroth flew between them to stop Angeal from making the kill. “I'll deal with you later, Sephiroth,” Angeal growled. “I know he can talk you into anything but that's no excuse for not using your own brain.”
“Will you just listen?” Sephiroth said, eyebrow twitching. “It's not-”
“Oh, great going, 'geal!” Genesis dug the shattered remains of some small device out of his back pocket. “You just broke the remote for my brand new toy and I hadn't even finished testing it yet.”
Angeal turned crimson. “I'm going to-”
A piercing shriek echoed into the room. “Cloud!” Sephiroth dropped his sword and ran down the hall. Genesis was close behind him, with Angeal chasing after.
“Cloud!” Sephiroth slammed the door open, eyes scanning the room.
Cloud was writhing on the floor and crying out in agony. Angeal's puppy was hovering over him, one hand braced on Cloud's hip, the other feeling up the boy's ass. “Hold on, Cloud, I almost got it!”
“Get off him!” Sephiroth swung out and batted the puppy away. “Cloud, look at me! What's wrong?”
Cloud reached towards the familiar voice, arms locking around Sephiroth's neck to steady himself. “Th- the... plug,” he gasped, stimulated to the point of pain.
Sephiroth grabbed Cloud up and swung around, looking for Genesis. “Turn the thing off! It must have come on during the fight.”
“I can't! That last toss shattered the remote, remember?”
“What the hell do you two think you're doing?” Angeal roared.
“Back off, Hewley,” Genesis snapped.
Zack rose to his feet to touch Angeal's arm. “I think it's okay,” he said quietly. Angeal blinked, chest still heaving. “It's okay,” Zack repeated.
“We have to get it out of him,” Sephiroth was saying. “I think the power went up all the way.”
Genesis bit off a curse. They never used anything in the toy chest to full intensity on Cloud. That was for later. “Hold him still. We'll need lube.” Sephiroth nodded and leaned back, pulling Cloud on top of him. Cloud's cries were tapering off to high pitched whimpers. His legs still trembled but he was simply losing the ability to hold out. He clung to Sephiroth and buried his wet face in the man's chest.
“Just a second, Cloud,” Genesis whispered, pouring lubricant into the cleft of Cloud's ass to ease the way. He pulled off his gloves, flexed his fingers and tugged. Cloud gave a short scream and Sephiroth tightened his grip, kissing the boy's head and telling him to be brave. Genesis tugged again and this time the rotating bulbs of the triple-flared plug came free. Cloud made a groan of relief and went limp.
“Cloud, are you okay?” Sephiroth asked.
Cloud snorted weakly. “Sore to the core. I'll live.”
Behind him Genesis smashed the offending article onto the floor. “Can't do anything else with that now,” he said, reaching for the nearby blanket to cover Cloud. Sephiroth rose carefully, carrying Cloud over to the bed. There they cradled Cloud between them, asking if he needed a potion or a Cure, smoothing his hair and rubbing his back, distinctly ignoring Angeal all the while.
“What is this?” Angeal asked, voice softened somewhat by the sight.
Genesis and Sephiroth shared a look. Sephiroth turned his attention back to Cloud. Genesis stiffened as he turned to their audience. “Well, Angeal, since you're done with the 'stab first' part, this is Cloud Strife and he is our lover.”
“You're kidding me.”
Genesis's eyes narrowed. “This is a consensual relationship. All parties came to it knowing and willing and we abide by careful negotiation and the rules of safe play.” Cloud turned his head and caught Zack's eye, giving him a smirk.
“Cut the crap.” Angeal stepped closer. “For this to be consensual he has to be able to consent.”
“ 'm older than I look,” Cloud protested, snuggling closer to Sephiroth for support. “Old enough to enlist means I'm old enough for a lot of things.” Sephiroth nodded his agreement and nuzzled Cloud's sweat-dampened hair.
“Enlist?” Angeal stumbled over that in his head.
“He's with the cadet program via the Shinra Regulars,” Zack put in, scratching his head sheepishly when Angeal turned to look at him. “We've had a few missions together.”
Angeal turned back to the trio on the bed. “How long has this been going on?” Cloud and Zack chuckled.
Genesis sighed. “Angeal, I know you must be just burning inside with questions now, but can it wait? Thanks to your jumping to jackass conclusions Cloud needs aftercare.”
“I'll be okay,” Cloud said, burrowing into his blanket. “You all need to talk this out.”
“Chickabo.” Genesis stroked Cloud's wrist.
“I could take care of him.”
Genesis and Sephiroth looked up. Even Angeal was surprised. “What?” Zack asked. “I could.”
Genesis studied the younger SOLDIER. “You would, wouldn't you? What do you think, Seph?”
Sephiroth, for his part, looked reluctant to part with Cloud just yet. “Will you make sure he takes a potion?”
“Yes, Sir!” Zack snapped to attention.
“I don't need a potion,” Cloud protested.
For once Sephiroth ignored him, rising to place Cloud in Zack's arms. “They're in the cabinet over the sink.”
“Run a warm bath for him while you're at it,” Genesis put in.
“I don't need a bath!” Cloud whined.
“It will help with the soreness, chickabo.”
“Oh. Okay.”
The three First Classes watched the young pair go, directed towards the adjoining bathroom by a blanket-wrapped Cloud. “Shall we go?” Sephiroth asked, gesturing towards the wreckage of the living room. Angeal nodded.
Genesis ran his fingers along the deep scores in the walls as they walked past. “Angeal, you still owe me a couch.”
Series: FFVII: Crisis Core
Characters: Sephiroth/Genesis/Cloud, Angeal/Zack
Rating: R
Word Count: 2266
The Mission: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12
Angeal came flying backwards into the living room. Genesis flew in after him, bare-chested, armed and snarling.
“It's all your fault anyway, Angeal,” Genesis taunted, swinging out wildly.
“Don't you dare blame this on me!” Angeal roared. “Self-control, Rhapsodos! Grow up and get some!”
“Angeal?” Zack almost squeaked. He had taken shelter in a corner with a neat drop-and-roll at the very first clash of swords.
“The bedroom, Zack!” Angeal gritted his teeth and braced himself. “Cut him down!”
“Cut who down?” Zack's eyes widened as swords cut into the walls. Genesis growled and shoved, gaining precious inches of space as Angeal's feet slid backwards on the carpet.
“Just go!” Angeal shouted. “Get him out of here!”
Sephiroth exited the bedroom bearing the masamune and an unreadable expression. “Gen, just tell him.”
“Oh, I'll tell him, alright!” Genesis growled back over his shoulder.
Zack recovered his wits and slid around the perimeter of the room, eyes on the danger with some obscure idea of helping. Not like he could do much in a battle of First Classes. At least Sephiroth did not seem inclined to join the fray. Zack backed his way down the hall and into the bedroom. When he turned his heart nearly gave out.
“Gaia,” he croaked. He would know that blond head anywhere. “Cloud!”
Cloud squirmed in the chains, helping Zack to breathe again. The boy still had some fight in him. That was good. “I'm going to get you out of this, Cloud!” He scrambled over and circled around, trying to get an idea of where to start.
They had suspended Cloud in some kind of half-hogtie position. He was mute, blindfolded and as a final insult, someone had tied a ribbon around his dick. Zack quailed. He didn't know where to start. Angeal had told him to 'cut him down'. He would start there.
He grabbed hold of the chains and tried to yank them apart. “Shit!” SOLDIER strength. Had to be. Angeal used some like these too, sometimes. “Don't worry, Cloud, I'll get you out.”
Cloud squirmed some more, making frantic sounds behind the gag. Zack picked the weakest point he could find – the ceiling itself. He got up on tiptoe and tugged. The hooks gave way in a cloud of plaster and Cloud hit the floor.
“MMPH!” A pair of rubber balls, one red, one yellow, rolled out of Cloud's hands.
“Oh, god, Cloud, I'm so sorry!” Zack was on his knees in a flash, untangling the chains. “Just hold still a minute.” But Cloud wouldn't. Zack tried to get his hands around Cloud's thrashing head. “Just a second, Cloud, please, little chocobo, just hold on, I'll get you out of here.” He got the buckle of the leather blindfold and ripped the thing off entirely. Wide blue eyes flashed at him and squinted shut just as quickly against the light. Zack's heart sank. “It'll be okay, Cloud, it'll be okay.” He reached around to give the gag the same treatment.
Cloud spat the thing out and lay on the floor, nursing a slightly stiff jaw. He blinked carefully and tried to sit up. “I have to get out there.”
“I'll get you out as soon as it's clear enough,” Zack offered, wishing like hell he had a coat to cover the boy with. He studiously kept his eyes on Cloud's face, cursing himself for not doing something about the penis ribbon earlier.
“I gotta stop this!” Cloud squirmed, unable to rise with the chains still on.
“You can't go out there, Cloud,” Zack tried to hold him back but it wasn't like the kid could go anywhere. Cloud rolled onto his side, grimacing. It couldn't be comfortable being tied up that way. “Just give me a second. I have to get you out of all this.”
“Zack,” Cloud began.
“I don't have any wire cutters with me and even then they might not be strong enough for this stuff.” Zack glanced around. “Damn.”
“Zack,” Cloud tried again.
“I'm going to have to use my sword, Cloud. I promise I won't hurt you.”
“Zack, the keys are in the top drawer in the nightstand on the right.”
Zack blinked. “There's keys?”
“There's locks, Zack.” Cloud grimaced more. “Hurry up, I'm cramping up down here and we have to get out there and stop a murder.”
Zack went to the drawer and fished out a bunch of small, silvery keys. “You can't stop a First Class fight. I don't think you should.” He bent down to handle the locks, eyes on his task. “Don't worry. The ones that did this to you are going to get what they deserve.”
Cloud huffed. “Zack, I asked them to.”
“... Huh?”
Cloud looked away, blushing slightly. “This is a consensual relationship,” he parroted, prepared for the eventuality of being caught, if not by his crush.
“Huh?” Zack sat back on his heels, glancing around. Aside from the mess he had made there were no signs of struggle.
Cloud swallowed and gingerly sat up, rubbing his freed limbs. “We abide by careful negotiation and the rules of safe play.”
Zack shook his head. “Safe play involves safe words, Cloud. You were gagged.”
“We were using a rubber ball system!” Cloud looked around and spotted the balls he had been gripping before Zack pulled him down. “Over there. Yellow for 'slow', red for 'stop'.” He ducked his head and tried to arrange his legs for decency. Genesis was distressingly good at tying bows.
Zack stared for a good minute, trying to reconcile one thing with the other. First Classes didn't cut corners, Zack knew that pretty well by now. But Cloud, little Cloud wanted this? Innocent apple-cheeked Cloud was a willing player? His little chocobohead buddy?
“How long has this been going on?” Outside, the battle raged but in here, there were only questions.
Cloud glanced away. “A while. A few months.” He stretched over carefully to get a blanket from the pile. Zack stopped him and unfolded a large blue one to throw over Cloud himself.
“So, when you asked me out...”
“I was already involved with them, yes.” Cloud forced himself to look in Zack's general direction, even if he couldn't look the SOLDIER in the eye yet.
“Did they know...”
“Yes. It was a long discussion.” Cloud tried to shift into a more comfortable position under the blanket. “They said I could experiment.”
“Huh.” Zack wasn't sure how he felt about that. “So I guess maybe we should try to stop them all from killing one another then.”
Cloud nodded, accepting a hand up and rising with difficulty. “Is Hewley yours? The one you're with?”
Zack nodded. “He's a great guy. Super protective streak though. He walked in on all this and, well, it's a whole new level of apeshit.”
Cloud tried to hide a grin and collapsed to his knees, screaming. Zack dropped with him. “Cloud! CLOUD! What's wrong?”
“Ge- get it out!” Cloud cried, face scrunched in pain. “Plug.”
“Plug where?” Zack looked around for electrical outlets.
“Inside,” Cloud whimpered, writhing and curling on the floor. “Oh, gaia, get it out.”
Zack paled. “Cloud, turn over. Come on, buddy, I need you to work with me on this.” He reached under the blankets, feeling around. His fingers brushed the flared base of what must have been a fairly powerful vibrating butt plug, but Cloud squirmed away too quickly. “Hang on, Cloud, I need to get a good grip and turn it off.”
“Remote,” Cloud gasped. “Gen.”
“Shit.” Zack tore the blanket away to do the job properly. “Hang on, Cloud, we can do this.”
“You owe me a couch!” Genesis yelled as Angeal hefted the Buster sword free from the corpse of the old one.
“The only thing I'm giving you is a castration!” Angeal charged, knocking Genesis into the stereo and flat on his ass. Sephiroth flew between them to stop Angeal from making the kill. “I'll deal with you later, Sephiroth,” Angeal growled. “I know he can talk you into anything but that's no excuse for not using your own brain.”
“Will you just listen?” Sephiroth said, eyebrow twitching. “It's not-”
“Oh, great going, 'geal!” Genesis dug the shattered remains of some small device out of his back pocket. “You just broke the remote for my brand new toy and I hadn't even finished testing it yet.”
Angeal turned crimson. “I'm going to-”
A piercing shriek echoed into the room. “Cloud!” Sephiroth dropped his sword and ran down the hall. Genesis was close behind him, with Angeal chasing after.
“Cloud!” Sephiroth slammed the door open, eyes scanning the room.
Cloud was writhing on the floor and crying out in agony. Angeal's puppy was hovering over him, one hand braced on Cloud's hip, the other feeling up the boy's ass. “Hold on, Cloud, I almost got it!”
“Get off him!” Sephiroth swung out and batted the puppy away. “Cloud, look at me! What's wrong?”
Cloud reached towards the familiar voice, arms locking around Sephiroth's neck to steady himself. “Th- the... plug,” he gasped, stimulated to the point of pain.
Sephiroth grabbed Cloud up and swung around, looking for Genesis. “Turn the thing off! It must have come on during the fight.”
“I can't! That last toss shattered the remote, remember?”
“What the hell do you two think you're doing?” Angeal roared.
“Back off, Hewley,” Genesis snapped.
Zack rose to his feet to touch Angeal's arm. “I think it's okay,” he said quietly. Angeal blinked, chest still heaving. “It's okay,” Zack repeated.
“We have to get it out of him,” Sephiroth was saying. “I think the power went up all the way.”
Genesis bit off a curse. They never used anything in the toy chest to full intensity on Cloud. That was for later. “Hold him still. We'll need lube.” Sephiroth nodded and leaned back, pulling Cloud on top of him. Cloud's cries were tapering off to high pitched whimpers. His legs still trembled but he was simply losing the ability to hold out. He clung to Sephiroth and buried his wet face in the man's chest.
“Just a second, Cloud,” Genesis whispered, pouring lubricant into the cleft of Cloud's ass to ease the way. He pulled off his gloves, flexed his fingers and tugged. Cloud gave a short scream and Sephiroth tightened his grip, kissing the boy's head and telling him to be brave. Genesis tugged again and this time the rotating bulbs of the triple-flared plug came free. Cloud made a groan of relief and went limp.
“Cloud, are you okay?” Sephiroth asked.
Cloud snorted weakly. “Sore to the core. I'll live.”
Behind him Genesis smashed the offending article onto the floor. “Can't do anything else with that now,” he said, reaching for the nearby blanket to cover Cloud. Sephiroth rose carefully, carrying Cloud over to the bed. There they cradled Cloud between them, asking if he needed a potion or a Cure, smoothing his hair and rubbing his back, distinctly ignoring Angeal all the while.
“What is this?” Angeal asked, voice softened somewhat by the sight.
Genesis and Sephiroth shared a look. Sephiroth turned his attention back to Cloud. Genesis stiffened as he turned to their audience. “Well, Angeal, since you're done with the 'stab first' part, this is Cloud Strife and he is our lover.”
“You're kidding me.”
Genesis's eyes narrowed. “This is a consensual relationship. All parties came to it knowing and willing and we abide by careful negotiation and the rules of safe play.” Cloud turned his head and caught Zack's eye, giving him a smirk.
“Cut the crap.” Angeal stepped closer. “For this to be consensual he has to be able to consent.”
“ 'm older than I look,” Cloud protested, snuggling closer to Sephiroth for support. “Old enough to enlist means I'm old enough for a lot of things.” Sephiroth nodded his agreement and nuzzled Cloud's sweat-dampened hair.
“Enlist?” Angeal stumbled over that in his head.
“He's with the cadet program via the Shinra Regulars,” Zack put in, scratching his head sheepishly when Angeal turned to look at him. “We've had a few missions together.”
Angeal turned back to the trio on the bed. “How long has this been going on?” Cloud and Zack chuckled.
Genesis sighed. “Angeal, I know you must be just burning inside with questions now, but can it wait? Thanks to your jumping to jackass conclusions Cloud needs aftercare.”
“I'll be okay,” Cloud said, burrowing into his blanket. “You all need to talk this out.”
“Chickabo.” Genesis stroked Cloud's wrist.
“I could take care of him.”
Genesis and Sephiroth looked up. Even Angeal was surprised. “What?” Zack asked. “I could.”
Genesis studied the younger SOLDIER. “You would, wouldn't you? What do you think, Seph?”
Sephiroth, for his part, looked reluctant to part with Cloud just yet. “Will you make sure he takes a potion?”
“Yes, Sir!” Zack snapped to attention.
“I don't need a potion,” Cloud protested.
For once Sephiroth ignored him, rising to place Cloud in Zack's arms. “They're in the cabinet over the sink.”
“Run a warm bath for him while you're at it,” Genesis put in.
“I don't need a bath!” Cloud whined.
“It will help with the soreness, chickabo.”
“Oh. Okay.”
The three First Classes watched the young pair go, directed towards the adjoining bathroom by a blanket-wrapped Cloud. “Shall we go?” Sephiroth asked, gesturing towards the wreckage of the living room. Angeal nodded.
Genesis ran his fingers along the deep scores in the walls as they walked past. “Angeal, you still owe me a couch.”
