Happy Late Valentine's Day!

And since it's Valentine's Day, I shall partake of the tradition of giving to others…. Sort of anyways. I know that while, as a mother to all my dear freshies, I have supplied you all with love and motherly concern, I have been neglecting you all in the ways of wholesome, family orientated reading material. (Right…)

So, without further ado, I give you a small holiday treat. Enjoy!

Oh If I Only Had a Dime!

"Oi, Sephiroth! Can I barrow a dime?"

Sephiroth looked at the blazing red head from his desk, a large, nummy looking, sub sandwich posing mere inches from his lips. There was an indignant flicker of light in his lime green eyes.

"No." He went to take a bite but turned his gaze back to the redhead as it opened its mouth to protest, wondering why the turk was still there.

"Aw, come on Seph, just a dime? Please, I'm starving!" Things got very quiet suddenly; even the birds and traffic outside seemed to have stopped making noise. Sephiroth blinked.

"No. Ask me again and I'll shove a fax machine up your ass." (Sephiroth hated fax machines, he could never get them to work properly.) A second later, the door to his office was slammed shut. Reno sighed and walked on down the corridor past empty offices and cubicals.

"Damn it, why does that asshole always hole himself up in his office at lunch? Does he think he's too good to pay for shitty cafeteria food like the rest of us? God, I just need a fuckin' dime!"

Just then, his stomach let out a growl of angry protest.

"Shut up."

"Grrrrrrrrrruummmmmmmmbmmmmm…" Reno rolled his eyes.

"I know already!"

"Gummmmmrbummmm…" Reno stopped and scowled.

"What'd you say about my mama?!"

"Grummmb." Reno snorted.

"I thought so."

About ten feet away, in a cubical on the other side of the hall, Tseng stopped chewing his turkey sandwich and listened to the voice of whom he knew to be one of his coworkers. It seemed that whomever it was they were arguing with themselves. He groaned and closed his eyes, his brow scrunching together and making his red circle shaped bindi look like an oval. He stood up and walked around to the other side of the hall, coming up on the redhead with him never knowing, he being too busy calling his stomach a crack smoking, chocobo fucking, dildo eating, cum wad.

The Turk cleared his throat and as Reno turned around, placed his second, uneaten, chicken sandwich in his hand and walked away, not wanting to even confront the younger turk any further than the passing of the sandwich.

Reno looked down at the cellophane wrapped food stuff and blinked, he sniffed at it and made a gagging sound.

"I'M ALLERGIC TO MIRACAL WHIP!"

And in the far off distance, some eight offices down, a fax machine was being thrown.

-The end!!!!

Well I hope you enjoyed this piece of wonderful insanity. I like making Sephiroth look weird. I am actually working on a fic where he is quite the opposite of how most people betray him... I'm making him rather human, perhaps a little too much... heh, at times he makes Reno look high class... lol. But I know I still need to work on my other fics too... I'm getting to it! Oh and thanks to Nikki for letting me type this up at her house... school is too hectic to type at most of the time... PEACE!