The Rule of Seven
A series of ASGZC drabbles. Seven themes. Five keywords or phrases each. 100 words per keyword.

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Rule 1. Home Is Where The Heart Is

-Cleaning-

"Zackary! Get your shit out from under my bed!" an irritated blonde called from a bedroom. "What is it even doing down there? How did your stuff end up under my bed, anyway?"

"Beats me, Cloudy-kins," Zack drawled as he walked into his younger lover's room.

It was the first Sunday of spring and as such it was time for Spring Cleaning. The most dreaded five days ever to be noted on their calendar.

And it was all completely Angeal's fault.

Zack bent over and fished around beneath the bed. Wait…

"Uh, Cloud? I think I just felt something move."

-Closet-

"Gen~"

"Whatever it is, do it yourself!" Genesis quickly cut through the puppy's plea.

"Come on, Gen! I just need help not knocking anything over!" Zack whined, coming into the living room where the redhead currently sat watching a rerun of some soap opera he liked. "It'll just take a minute or two. Please, Genesis?" Zack pulled out the puppy eyes.

Genesis, fortunately (or unfortunately, if you were Zack), was immune.

"No."

"But-"

"No, Zackary. Go ask someone else."

"Fine!" Zack pouted and stormed off to find Angeal. He was only trying to get the Scrabble down from the closet.

-Sleepover-

Sephiroth groaned. Whose idea had it been to have everyone pile up on the living room floor?

Oh right. Zack's. Lucky him.

"Scoot over," Cloud's voice slurred from his right. A grunt from Zack was the blonde's only answer before there was suddenly a bare foot a mere two inches from Sephiroth's face.

"Zackary, move your foot," Sephiroth grumbled, pushing the offending appendage away.

"Sorry, Seph," the pup rasped. Shifting blanket sounds met his ears before blissful silence.

Sephiroth sighed.

This was the last time he ever agreed to join the others in a 'sleepover' on the living room floor.

-Family Game Night-

"That isn't a word, pup," Angeal pointed out.

"Sure it is. We say it, it's a word," Zack reasoned, not wanting to try and think of another word to play.

"It's slang, Zack. It doesn't count. Those are the rules," Genesis sighed.

"No, it's not just slang. It's a real word!"

"Not the way you mean to use it, Zackary." Sephiroth was quickly losing patience. Zack looked down at the board then up to his silver-haired lover, head tilted sideways.

"Huh?"

Cloud finally snapped. "For Gaia's sake, Zack! Cum isn't spelled that way! Now fix it and move on!"

-Chores-

Crash!

Angeal winced when the unmistakable sound of yet another plate shattering met his ears. He had to physically grab hold of the arms of the couch to keep himself from charging into the kitchen this very second.

"Shit, Zack! That's the seventh one!" Cloud's voice sounded as if he was trying to decide whether to laugh or groan. Zack, it seemed, chose the former option. He laughed.

"Sorry, sorry," He heard his student chuckle before the sounds of shifting dishware and water resumed. Angeal sighed with relief when minutes passed without incident.

Crash! Crash! Thump! Crash!

"Oh, shit…"

"Zackary!"