vg: ffvii

Angeal was having a long day. Zack, of course, managed to anger all the Turks. All of them. Another explosion happened. Worst of all, the coffee machine was broken.

Now, however, it was time to go home. Angeal threw on a jacket to go over his uniform. Yes, after a long stressful day, all Angeal wanted was to take a long rest in his bed. In fact, he was thinking about taking a vacation.

He took the nice scenic route to get to his apartment, gazing up at the sky. When he got to his door, he took out his card and swiped it in the lock.

A muffled scream came from next door. Genesis’ apartment.

Angeal pulled the card back and immediately ran for Genesis’ door. As soon as he unlocked it, he burst through it. Voices flowed in from the living room in strained whispers.

Angeal unhooked the buster sword from his back. He may not normally use it, but if Genesis was in danger…

He skidded into the living room, heart pounding. Instead of wutai ninjas or AVALANCHE assassins, he saw Sephiroth. Sephiroth, with his head laying on Genesis’ lap, who was shirtless on the couch.

“What’s up, Angeal?” Genesis asked in strained voice.

“I, heard a scream.” Angeal furrowed his brows. There was no mistaking it.

Sephiroth, who looked entirely uncomfortable, gave a fake smile.

“Ah, no. Sephiroth is just sleeping.” Genesis, too, smiled.

“His eyes are open.” Angeal pointed out.

Immediately, Genesis looked down. “I told you to shut your eyes!” he hissed out.

“You did not.” Sephiroth shot back. Genesis ran his hand over Sephiroth’s eyes.

“He’s definitely asleep.” Perspiration was forming on Genesis’ face.

“No, he’s not.” Angeal was sincerely confused now. Genesis was obviously lying, and badly. Genesis never lied badly. “Okay, what’s wrong.”

Sephiroth reopened his eyes. “It’s not that much of an issue.”

“Shut it!” Genesis hissed again. “Go ahead and go home.” Genesis said in a sweet tone, trying to shoo him away.

Angeal crossed his arms, shooting Genesis a ‘are you serious’ look.

“Can Sephiroth sit up?” He asked, already regretting ever knowing Genesis.

Sephiroth was about to answer but Genesis beat him to it. “Nope. He’s comfortable.”

A dead lie.

In fact, fuck. Sephiroth’s eyes were watering. SEPHIROTH. He’d never seen the man cry. Angeal lunged forward, kneeling in front of the two men.

“Are you okay?” Sephiroth blinked. Genesis’ eyes were wide with terror.

“He’s fine!” Genesis tried to protest.

Angeal frowned and tried to move Sephiroth. A pained expression crossed Sephiroth’s face and Angeal found he couldn’t move the poor man. He looked over his head.

A giant silver knot was tangled in Genesis’ belt buckle.

“Oh for-!” Angeal palm hit his face. He hated his life. “Why can’t you just get scissors?”

Sephiroth’s horrified expression answered that question.

“What’s with the secrecy?”

Genesis was going to answer, but shut his mouth when Angeal glared. Instead, Sephiroth spoke. “He was trying to get me to give him a blo-” Genesis slammed his elbow down.


“Whoops!” Genesis threw his arms up.
Sephiroth threw a surprise uppercut. A mistake as the force yanked Sephiroth with him. Genesis glared and Sephiroth rubbed his head. Then they started bickering at one another as if Angeal wasn’t even there.

Angeal sighed in frustration. This was going to be a long night.

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