Legal Shit: I don't own Sephiroth, Zack, Cloud or any other ff characters
that might show up. DON'T SUE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mike and any other made up
person are mine. I can prove it with original artwork that's dated and
signed just in case you don't believe me.
AN: This is YAOI. Which for all of you illiterate people out there means guy/guy relationships. So if you don't like it, WHY THE HELL DID YOU CLICK ON THIS FIC IN THE FIRST PLACE?????
Sesshoumaruru(
Without further ado.
The New Recruit
Mike Drakon seemed like your normal 18 year old trying to join the elite ranks of SOLDIER. He was not as normal as you might think, having superior fighting skills, wisdom far beyond his years, and a shadowed past. He often blanked out and had strange 'dreams' about himself and a silver haired man. The silver haired man was familiar in the dreams but once he woke, Mike couldn't place where he had seen the man. When he saw a recruiting poster he realized that Sephiroth looked much like the man from his 'dreams.' He had joined SOLDIER just to find out how exactly Sephiroth was linked with his forgotten past. His new commander snapped him out of his silence.
"Name?" "Mike Drakon, sir." "Age?" "18, sir." "Yes, let's see here." The commander quickly riffled through some papers before coming to a stop at one. "Oh yes, Here you are. Hmm, lets see. excellent fighting skills, huh? Better put you in with some higher up recruits." "Sir?" "You SOLDIER recruit number is 666, bunkroom B, and if you do well you might get to train with SOLDIER."
"Yes sir." He quickly saluted before picking up the katana he had been given for his 16th birthday, with a mysterious silver feather attached to the hilt, and walked toward his barracks. His black coat billowed as he walked down the hall and his blonde hair fell in an unruly tangle around his shoulder. His blue-gray eyes slid past every door in the hallway to make sure he didn't pass his bunkroom. At the end of the hallway was his assigned bunkroom and he shut his eyes for a moment before opening the door. What he saw inside was not the most pleasant thing to see but was still somewhat presentable. One of the older men in the room, who was also drunk, decided to welcome him first. "What the fuck do you want?" "My name's Mike Drakon and I was assigned to this room." "Hey guys! Did you hear that? This newbie was assigned to a SOLDIER rank bunk. That's funny kid. Now get outta here and go to your own room." Some of the other men started to chime in. "Yeah! Get outta here! You don't belong with us." "Actually I do. If you don't believe me you can go find Colonel Donovan. I believe you all know him. Black hair, blue eyes, second in command to Sephiroth." One of the men stuttered a bit before realizing what Mike had said. He stepped forward a little bit looking at the others in what might have been fury before turning back to Mike. "Sorry, kid. We didn't realize you were here under the Colonel's orders. If we had." He turned and looked at the others again before turning back." We wouldn't have been so rude to you. My name's Jack, Jack Thomas." "Nice to meet you, sir. Wow." he said as he looked around the bunkroom, "I thought it would be more cramped in here." "Nah. SOLDIER's get larger rooms with less people. It's less dangerous that way. Oh and you can have that bunk over there."
Mike nodded and headed over to the empty bunk, hanging his katana at the end and throwing his black coat on the bed. Without his coat on his large black dragon tattoo was fully visible, wrapping around his chest and back, with eerie red defining the scales. He stretched his tight muscles before plopping onto the bed with a small sigh and quickly fell asleep.
AN: Yay!!!!! I've been an author for over a week and I'm just now starting to update. My internet sucks o_O Oh well next chapter should be up within a few days. Next Chapter: SEPH PROBLEMS
AN: This is YAOI. Which for all of you illiterate people out there means guy/guy relationships. So if you don't like it, WHY THE HELL DID YOU CLICK ON THIS FIC IN THE FIRST PLACE?????
Sesshoumaruru(
Without further ado.
The New Recruit
Mike Drakon seemed like your normal 18 year old trying to join the elite ranks of SOLDIER. He was not as normal as you might think, having superior fighting skills, wisdom far beyond his years, and a shadowed past. He often blanked out and had strange 'dreams' about himself and a silver haired man. The silver haired man was familiar in the dreams but once he woke, Mike couldn't place where he had seen the man. When he saw a recruiting poster he realized that Sephiroth looked much like the man from his 'dreams.' He had joined SOLDIER just to find out how exactly Sephiroth was linked with his forgotten past. His new commander snapped him out of his silence.
"Name?" "Mike Drakon, sir." "Age?" "18, sir." "Yes, let's see here." The commander quickly riffled through some papers before coming to a stop at one. "Oh yes, Here you are. Hmm, lets see. excellent fighting skills, huh? Better put you in with some higher up recruits." "Sir?" "You SOLDIER recruit number is 666, bunkroom B, and if you do well you might get to train with SOLDIER."
"Yes sir." He quickly saluted before picking up the katana he had been given for his 16th birthday, with a mysterious silver feather attached to the hilt, and walked toward his barracks. His black coat billowed as he walked down the hall and his blonde hair fell in an unruly tangle around his shoulder. His blue-gray eyes slid past every door in the hallway to make sure he didn't pass his bunkroom. At the end of the hallway was his assigned bunkroom and he shut his eyes for a moment before opening the door. What he saw inside was not the most pleasant thing to see but was still somewhat presentable. One of the older men in the room, who was also drunk, decided to welcome him first. "What the fuck do you want?" "My name's Mike Drakon and I was assigned to this room." "Hey guys! Did you hear that? This newbie was assigned to a SOLDIER rank bunk. That's funny kid. Now get outta here and go to your own room." Some of the other men started to chime in. "Yeah! Get outta here! You don't belong with us." "Actually I do. If you don't believe me you can go find Colonel Donovan. I believe you all know him. Black hair, blue eyes, second in command to Sephiroth." One of the men stuttered a bit before realizing what Mike had said. He stepped forward a little bit looking at the others in what might have been fury before turning back to Mike. "Sorry, kid. We didn't realize you were here under the Colonel's orders. If we had." He turned and looked at the others again before turning back." We wouldn't have been so rude to you. My name's Jack, Jack Thomas." "Nice to meet you, sir. Wow." he said as he looked around the bunkroom, "I thought it would be more cramped in here." "Nah. SOLDIER's get larger rooms with less people. It's less dangerous that way. Oh and you can have that bunk over there."
Mike nodded and headed over to the empty bunk, hanging his katana at the end and throwing his black coat on the bed. Without his coat on his large black dragon tattoo was fully visible, wrapping around his chest and back, with eerie red defining the scales. He stretched his tight muscles before plopping onto the bed with a small sigh and quickly fell asleep.
AN: Yay!!!!! I've been an author for over a week and I'm just now starting to update. My internet sucks o_O Oh well next chapter should be up within a few days. Next Chapter: SEPH PROBLEMS