Title: [pending]
Prompt: 037. Sound
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Rating: R. Zack's mouth. Again.
Characters: Sephiroth, Zack, Angeal
Notes: "The next time you put one of those caterwauling Wutain theater CDs in at the office, I won't even tease you about those damn half-hour I'm-dying-I'm-dying-no-wait-I'm-dead-see-how-dead-I-am chants; I'll just shut up and listen."

--chibirisuchan

And lo, I got inspired.



Hours of aggravation were about to be repaid. The expense of importing would be worth it. The subtleties of the act would, perhaps, go unnoticed, but he wasn't going for style.

1023. Soon.

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Zack barged in, plopped into his seat, and began to check out his backwash of e-mail. After deleting the fiftieth advertisement about dick enlargement, he heard a faint clap from Sephiroth's desk. The general didn't look fazed, so obviously there wasn't a problem. He mentally shrugged and went back to work.

Another clap, this time a bit louder. It had to be coming from Seph, obviously, since he didn't look like some sort of startled animal about it all.

Then the monotone chanting began, and Zack groaned. The bastard. The smug prick bastard, putting on that whiny emo chanty crap. Thanks to that fucking tour of Wutai, of course Zack could follow along in translation. Maybe it was stereotypes showing, but fuck if the Wutaians couldn't make a battle scene the most boring piece of crap in ever.

"Seph, Wutai drama is like poison to backwards, back water Gongagan hicks like me!" Damn it, the whining was making him whiny.

"Broaden your horizons, then." Dick.

"Change of venue? Please?"

"You mentioned that I should express my tastes more often, therefore I am."

"I hate you."

The male lead had just finished whining about not being able to get married when Angeal came in with some files. His eyes slid from Sephiroth, who was working away like there wasn't the most annoying thing in music in the history of ever playing, to Zack, who wasn't working away because the most annoying thing in music in the history of ever was playing.

Angeal smiled. "Oh, being introduced to Chushingura?" Bastard. "What's that, nine hours or something?" Total bastard. He set his files on Zack's desk. "Look those over. Strife's in that batch, I believe." Angeal's smile was now at shit-eating proportions. "Have fun." That's it. When he snapped, no one would be able to find the bodies. Ever.