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Title: Surveillance
Series: FFVII: Crisis Core
Characters: Angeal, Sephiroth, Genesis.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 837
A.N.: This storyline's grown big enough to get its own name. Tune in for The Mission in the tag list.
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
Art Link: Hot Dinner | Alt Link: DeviantArt
“Sephiroth?” Angeal hollered as he kicked the door. “I know you're in there. Genesis too. Let me in!” There was in indefinite rustle from inside the apartment. “Come on, you two,” Angeal coaxed. “I brought dinner.”
Someone shuffled to the door. “What is it?” Genesis's voice.
“Fried chicken. You two going to let me in or what?” Angeal leaned his forehead against the door, tuning into the muffled argument behind it.
“Are we going to?” - That was Genesis.
“... going to eventually anyway.” - Sephiroth.
“Might as well.” - Genesis.
Angeal straightened up just in time feign innocence when Genesis opened the door. He held up two hefty storage containers. “Fried chicken, like I said, and some corn on the cob in the bottom one.”
Genesis stepped aside, ducking into the shadow of the door. His head was down and his lips looked suspiciously pink but Angeal did not let on that he had noticed. He entered, registering the dim lighting and the eerie quiet. He set the chicken down on the table and took a look around.
“Is this what you two do on a Friday night now?”
Sephiroth turned away from the window. “Do?”
“I assume you're not just standing around all night. Will somebody get the lights?” Angeal shook his head at the two of them. “What are you doing holed up in here?”
“Hmm, uh, I was going over some paperwork,” Sephiroth volunteered, gesturing to the fallen stack of requisition forms near his overstuffed armchair.
“In the dark?” Angeal tried not to scold. “At least turn on the TV or something. You two are acting like ghosts.”
“Are we?” Genesis hit the light switch almost as an afterthought.
Angeal crossed his arms and stared at his friend. “Are you chewing your lip again, Gen?”
“Ah....”
“Never mind. Go get some plates. You can chew on chicken instead. Or corn if that suits you better.”
Genesis stepped into the kitchen without a word of protest. Angeal wasn't sure what to make of it. Sephiroth's reticence he could understand, but Genesis should have at least thrown him some quotation about the Goddess smiting the enemies of her chosen or some such thing by now. “Are you two feeling alright?”
“We're not unwell,” Sephiroth said.
“Really?” Angeal popped a lid off and let the smell of hot chicken permeate the air. “Then stop standing over there like a robot and come get some chicken.” Sephiroth mechanically obeyed. Genesis joined them with a stack of napkins and a surprising lack of conversation. He and Sephiroth sat side by side and nibbled daintily.
“Okay, what's up?” Angeal set his half-eaten chicken leg down.
“Nothing's up, Angeal,” Genesis offered, sounding tired.
“Are you sure? Because Sephiroth I can understand but since when have you started imitating a rock? I haven't seen you this quiet since the time Seph gave you a fat lip for calling him a pretty girl when you first met.”
Sephiroth did smirk at that. Genesis made a disgruntled sound and leaned away. “There is a time for all things, and hours when silence rightly reigns,” he said, setting his chicken down.
“Is that so?” Angeal crossed his arms. “Is that why you're also home on a Friday night when you have no mission tomorrow?”
Genesis frowned. “I felt like keeping Sephiroth company. That's not so strange, is it?”
“It is for you two. Since when have you been able to 'keep each other company' without it involving complaints from the neighbors?”
“Since when have you been so hypercritical?” Genesis snapped back. “We were fine here, minding our own business and then you come down here with your chicken and complaining. What's all that about?”
Sephiroth set his chicken down almost mournfully. “I thought you'd be happy we're getting along better, Angeal.”
“Shit.” Angeal buried his face in his hands. His shoulders heaved as he breathed deep. “You're right. It's not that I'm not happy for you two. I'm just...” He looked up at them both.
Sephiroth caught on first, surprisingly. “Where's the puppy?”
“On assignment.” Angeal sighed. “One of those 'One SOLDIER with Army support' deals.” He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “I know Zack is good and that he has to learn to handle things without my hovering, but I just... I worry, you know.” He looked up and found more understanding in his friends' eyes than he had expected. Genesis moved to sit by him.
“It's okay, Angeal.” He offered a hug and a shoulder to lean on.
The three sat in silence for a while, letting the chicken go cold. Finally Angeal stirred. “Well, no point moping and worrying the whole night away. What do you two do on nights like this?”
Sephiroth and Genesis shared a glance. It was quick, but Angeal didn't miss it. “We could play cards,” Sephiroth suggested, and Genesis jumped up with too much eagerness to get the deck.
“Yeah, that'll keep my mind off things,” Angeal agreed. He badly needed the distraction tonight, enough that he was willing to pretend – for the moment – that his best friends were not keeping secrets.
Series: FFVII: Crisis Core
Characters: Angeal, Sephiroth, Genesis.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 837
A.N.: This storyline's grown big enough to get its own name. Tune in for The Mission in the tag list.
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
Art Link: Hot Dinner | Alt Link: DeviantArt
“Sephiroth?” Angeal hollered as he kicked the door. “I know you're in there. Genesis too. Let me in!” There was in indefinite rustle from inside the apartment. “Come on, you two,” Angeal coaxed. “I brought dinner.”
Someone shuffled to the door. “What is it?” Genesis's voice.
“Fried chicken. You two going to let me in or what?” Angeal leaned his forehead against the door, tuning into the muffled argument behind it.
“Are we going to?” - That was Genesis.
“... going to eventually anyway.” - Sephiroth.
“Might as well.” - Genesis.
Angeal straightened up just in time feign innocence when Genesis opened the door. He held up two hefty storage containers. “Fried chicken, like I said, and some corn on the cob in the bottom one.”
Genesis stepped aside, ducking into the shadow of the door. His head was down and his lips looked suspiciously pink but Angeal did not let on that he had noticed. He entered, registering the dim lighting and the eerie quiet. He set the chicken down on the table and took a look around.
“Is this what you two do on a Friday night now?”
Sephiroth turned away from the window. “Do?”
“I assume you're not just standing around all night. Will somebody get the lights?” Angeal shook his head at the two of them. “What are you doing holed up in here?”
“Hmm, uh, I was going over some paperwork,” Sephiroth volunteered, gesturing to the fallen stack of requisition forms near his overstuffed armchair.
“In the dark?” Angeal tried not to scold. “At least turn on the TV or something. You two are acting like ghosts.”
“Are we?” Genesis hit the light switch almost as an afterthought.
Angeal crossed his arms and stared at his friend. “Are you chewing your lip again, Gen?”
“Ah....”
“Never mind. Go get some plates. You can chew on chicken instead. Or corn if that suits you better.”
Genesis stepped into the kitchen without a word of protest. Angeal wasn't sure what to make of it. Sephiroth's reticence he could understand, but Genesis should have at least thrown him some quotation about the Goddess smiting the enemies of her chosen or some such thing by now. “Are you two feeling alright?”
“We're not unwell,” Sephiroth said.
“Really?” Angeal popped a lid off and let the smell of hot chicken permeate the air. “Then stop standing over there like a robot and come get some chicken.” Sephiroth mechanically obeyed. Genesis joined them with a stack of napkins and a surprising lack of conversation. He and Sephiroth sat side by side and nibbled daintily.
“Okay, what's up?” Angeal set his half-eaten chicken leg down.
“Nothing's up, Angeal,” Genesis offered, sounding tired.
“Are you sure? Because Sephiroth I can understand but since when have you started imitating a rock? I haven't seen you this quiet since the time Seph gave you a fat lip for calling him a pretty girl when you first met.”
Sephiroth did smirk at that. Genesis made a disgruntled sound and leaned away. “There is a time for all things, and hours when silence rightly reigns,” he said, setting his chicken down.
“Is that so?” Angeal crossed his arms. “Is that why you're also home on a Friday night when you have no mission tomorrow?”
Genesis frowned. “I felt like keeping Sephiroth company. That's not so strange, is it?”
“It is for you two. Since when have you been able to 'keep each other company' without it involving complaints from the neighbors?”
“Since when have you been so hypercritical?” Genesis snapped back. “We were fine here, minding our own business and then you come down here with your chicken and complaining. What's all that about?”
Sephiroth set his chicken down almost mournfully. “I thought you'd be happy we're getting along better, Angeal.”
“Shit.” Angeal buried his face in his hands. His shoulders heaved as he breathed deep. “You're right. It's not that I'm not happy for you two. I'm just...” He looked up at them both.
Sephiroth caught on first, surprisingly. “Where's the puppy?”
“On assignment.” Angeal sighed. “One of those 'One SOLDIER with Army support' deals.” He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “I know Zack is good and that he has to learn to handle things without my hovering, but I just... I worry, you know.” He looked up and found more understanding in his friends' eyes than he had expected. Genesis moved to sit by him.
“It's okay, Angeal.” He offered a hug and a shoulder to lean on.
The three sat in silence for a while, letting the chicken go cold. Finally Angeal stirred. “Well, no point moping and worrying the whole night away. What do you two do on nights like this?”
Sephiroth and Genesis shared a glance. It was quick, but Angeal didn't miss it. “We could play cards,” Sephiroth suggested, and Genesis jumped up with too much eagerness to get the deck.
“Yeah, that'll keep my mind off things,” Angeal agreed. He badly needed the distraction tonight, enough that he was willing to pretend – for the moment – that his best friends were not keeping secrets.
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