Sephiroth works for an ad agency a mesh between KH and FFVII, Sephiroth's nerves and threshold for emotional problems will be tested! Cloud and Sephiroth used to date; now, Cloud's being hired by the very company for which Sephiroth works! When sparks begin to fly, will a new addition to the staff come between them? It's not as emo as it sounds... please review! Vucrecient sugg., SephxCloud, CloudxLeon sugg., TsengRufus ch. 5. Reno's in it, too :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy, no matter how much I wish I did.
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Sephiroth was a man with his wits about him—or so he liked to think. It is always a good thing to have one's wits about him, but it is also a good thing to have them rattled every once in a while with a good love interest. It keeps the "creative juices" flowing. Sephiroth had had none of these for a while—love interests, that is—in fact, he realized, his sea-foam gaze landing upon the blank piece of paper in front of him, he hadn't had any for a long while. He had had a week to come up with ideas for ShinRad's new project, a soap suds commercial. ShinRad was the company for which Sephiroth worked; one of the most prominent ad agencies in the country, and Sephiroth was the best ShinRad had to offer. However, the black wire mesh basket at his feet was compromising his reputation, overflowing with barely-scribbled-upon pieces of paper—ideas that had turned out to be insufficient.
A voice and a head of spiky red hair poking into his office jarred him from his inner reflections. "Hey, Seph, you look frustrated. Wanna go get a coffee? Clear your mind?" It was Reno, his partner. To call Reno a "partner" might have been a bit of an overstatement, considering Sephiroth normally came up with most of the ideas, pacing back and forth across the little red rug in the center of his office, sketchpad in hand—while Reno normally sat in the larger man's chair with his feet on the desk, a take-out box containing some sort of noodles in his lap.
"...Coffee? Yes, I suppose that might—" he was interrupted by the crackling of his intercom:
"Sephiroth, sir, Boss-Man ShinRa wants to see you in his office; he said to be there 'as fast as his little legs can carry him.'" The voice on the other end belonged to Sephiroth's secretary, a spiky-haired brunette named Sora. It sounded as though the boy had a donut shoved halfway down his throat.
He smiled as he pressed the red button. "Tell the 'Boss-Man' that I'll be up in a moment."
"I'll be sure to let 'im know you'll be at his door in the amount of time it takes a man of your size to climb five flights of stairs... and that you'll take them two at a time," Sora replied cheerily. Whatever had been in his mouth had been swallowed. Maybe not chewed, but definitely swallowed.
Reno sniffed and scratched behind his ear. "Guess that coffee'll have to wait, yo," he said, and walked behind Sephiroth's chair, so as to steal it while the silver-haired man was away.
"I suppose it will." Sephiroth relinquished his chair to Reno and went to the door. He turned before opening it. "What do you suppose he wants?"
Reno had taken off his shoes and put his feet on the desk already. Looking over the tips of his bare toes at the older man, he waved a hand and snorted. "No clue. But a guy like you? It's probably a promotion or something, yo."
