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Sephiroth would like it to be known, very much so, that whatever takes place in the following paragraphs is not sanctioned by Square or anyone else. In fact, he kind of wishes it didn't exist, but... who would deny Sephiroth happiness?
It always happened on a Monday. Sephiroth wasn't quite sure why, but it was simply an occurrence that could be timed down to the minute. The maintenance workers were completely at a loss as to how it could happen (and in only Sephiroth's office, for that matter) and despite the many threats to the well-being of Shin-Ra corporate officers, it still happened.
There was green goop running out of all of his light fixtures.
It wasn't just the ceiling light, but the lamps, the penlight in the upper part of his left drawer, the little chocobo nightlight that Zack installed when he had found out about the various nights each week that Sephiroth spent sleeping in the black leather reclining chair in the corner, or more often than not, his computer desk with his face in the wet ink of his paperwork (not that anyone other than Zack and perhaps the sweet little cadet who followed him around... Cloud, his name was... would know about the many times he woke with his own signature stamped to his forehead.)
The fact of the matter was-
Green goop.
It wasn't poisonous, that much Sephiroth was certain. He had found that out the first time he had been around when the goop appeared, dripping down all of his lightbulbs. A large splash of it landed in his cup of coffee, which sat on the left-hand side of his desk, directly below his desk lamp. He hadn't noticed until the pungent taste of oil, mako, and something he could not quite place was already swirling in his mouth.
The assistant would have a fun time cleaning the coffee out of the carpet that morning, he was sure.
At first, he had assumed it was a biological weapon (and so did Hojo, Sephiroth imagined from the sheer number of tests he was put through after the first incident) but everything returned normal. There was nothing wrong with the mixture, and... in all honesty, Hojo still had yet to place what the chemical compounds really were. Of course, he had theories and hypotheses on what it was, but no matter how long he stared at the molecular structure of the green goop, the more frustrated he became. There was something and nothing to it, all at the same time.
Genesis thought it was funny, and would occasionally time his visits to watch the fluid drip down from the ceilings and onto everything in sight... except for himself, of course. He would laugh as he dodged out of the way of the incoming spray, and ask Sephiroth again and again why he didn't just move to a new floor; he would be more than glad to lend out a little of his desk space for a friend in need.
"And you know my price," the man would whisper huskily into his ear before turning on his heel and waltzing out of the room, avoiding the last few droplets that puttered from the overhead lights.
Of course, he wasn't going to take Genesis up on his offer—the last thing he wanted was for his sweet little cadet (not that the cadet knew, quite yet...) to find out he traded green goop for a quick jaunt on Genesis's table every morning. For others, it would be more than an acceptable bargain, but for Sephiroth, well... not quite a good idea.
But, that wasn't what Sephiroth needed to worry about.
He was more worried about the mysterious green goop that only showed up on a Monday morning at precisely 7:43 A.M.
And he was going to find out exactly what was causing it—mark his words.