OMG, two for one.

Title: Needs and Wants.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters EmoSephiroth.
Prompt: 034. Not Enough.
Word Count: 224
Rating: PG
Notes: An attempt to write Sephiroth. Can you tell this was written in an econ class?


It wasn't right.

The arrangement implemented by Zack could be interpreted as a necessity. It was a necessity that had been identified by Zack, of course, and he did well in happily satisfying it. Sephiroth had trained himself to see it as occasional interactions that fell outside of the normal operation of things; a needed safety valve. Certainly not the "friends with benefits" Zack crowed about and most definitely not an expression of anything else.

The unexplainable, small jets of anger that flared whenever the conversation moved to Zack's girlfriend or that cadet that he had befriended--Strife, his name was Strife--had to have some meaning.

Sephiroth was not a fool. Fools did not win wars. He knew the answer well enough.

Things were not right because something was wanting.

Or, better put, because he was wanting. Yes, that was the right way to put it. There was something missing that made him lack the qualities needed to...

To what, exactly? Be happy? Be whole? One could argue that was the aim of Zack's and Angeal's particular brands of interaction. One could also argue that it was working, slowly. There was still some hollow... thing that nagged him. This wasn't right, and wouldn't be right. Something was missing, and Sephiroth did not know what it was.

He didn't know, and it unnerved him.


Title: Making It
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters Hojo, Angeal, Ms. Strife
Prompt: 065. Passing.
Word Count: 144
Rating: PG
Notes: Another of those dialog only things.


"Perfect scores, as expected. Don't think that means you're done with me. I'm still your physician and I'll still supervise you."

"As for the recent... unpleasantness, you should be glad to know it's been tidied up by the lapdogs. Even they bend to your needs. Remember that."

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"That was sloppy as fuck, but apparently they liked it, so now you're one of us."

"...no. Drop. Don't be cute, drop. No, fifty. Get used to it, I'm the only one that puts up with your shit."

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"So, that's the Soldier uni--oh. Well, I'll always be proud of you, no matter what you do."

"Moving's done you good, and I'm sure that your friends will help you out, won't they? It's not hopeless, is it? Good. Now promise me that the next time I see you, it'll be when you've got your First Class uniform."