Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy! Boo!
A/N: I know White Day was yesterday. Just go with it. Oh yeah, and they probably don't even have daylight savings in Midgar. Lucky them…
White Day, Black Humor
Elena discovered that she did not like waking up to a leering grin just above her face. It made her want to shoot someone (preferably the owner of the grin, which was either one of her most annoying coworkers or the Cheshire cat) and then yell for Tseng to clean up the carcass while she went back to sleep.
"'Morning, Laney."
She hated Reno's guts.
"Guess what day it is?"
It was Monday. She now hated every particle of his being, not just his guts.
"It's March 14th."
She was going to shoot him and then drop a bomb on his body to dispose of him.
"That's White Day."
Elena didn't recall celebrating such a holiday.
"So… since I got you some chocolate of Valentine's Day…"
That chocolate was good, too. Rude must have picked it out.
"…You need to give me something today!"
Like heck she was going to give him something for Rude's work.
"How 'bout a kiss, then?"
Elena kicked him in the groin, deciding she would get her gun later. But for now, it was time to sleep. Reno deserved much more pain than she could even dish out for waking her up at 7:00 A.M. on the first Monday after daylight savings began.