Crimson Carpet
Author Note: This is my first attempt at a final fantasy fic, so go at it. Reviews are helpful. Just don't be too cruel.
Disclaimer: I do not own any FFVII characters.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
PROLOGE
A tall and lanky man sat uncomfortably in a dimly lit hallway. His wild black hair swung freely as his knees nervously rocked back and forth at a rapid pace. One had was completely submerged in his sea of black hair while the other one occasionally reached back to finger the leather handle of the massive sword strapped upon his back. The only sound was the dull humming of the air conditioning and the occasional clink when his sword accidentally made contact with the white tiled floor. Suddenly, a door next to the young man flew open, and he sprang with agility to his feet, enthusiasm plastered across his face.
"Well?" inquired the youth prying anxiously.
"Well what?" remarked the tall man sheathing his long sword and nonchalantly pushing a few strands of sliver hair out of his face. The tall man set off at a brisk walk, a smirk plastered to his flawless face.
"Common Sephiroth! Don't leave me hanging. What did the captain want with you?"
"Well, Zack, if you must know nothing really happened," Zack's postured sagged and he obviously appeared disappointed, "except that I am the new general of soldier." Zack leapt high into the air, and grabbed Sephiroth by the shoulders, and smiled broadly.
"You little rat! You did it you actually did it. I can't believe it! A general at age twenty. That has never NEVER happened before!!!" the words spilled out of Zack's mouth at a rapid pace. Sephiroth laughed at his companion's enthusiasm.
"Yep," Sephiroth said proudly, holding his head high, "and guess what?" he asked with almost child-like emotion.
"What?" asked Zack a bit confused.
"They said that they are going to let me select my second in command," he finished the statement with a sly smirk. Zack's face immediately lit up. He knew what this meant. After all he was Sephiroth's best friend. No body in all of soldier was as close to him as he was.
"I was thinking Malcolm would make a great second-in-command," Sephiroth coolly replied giving his friend a teasing smirk.
"Not funny! You are evil!" retorted Zack and jokingly shoved Sephiroth in the shoulder, barely moving the six foot man.
"Yeah well, of course it's you. Who else would I chose?" replied Sephiroth giving him a shove that sent him careening into one of the secretaries. The blonde blushed wildly and Zack simply gave her a smile and casually turned around and sped off. He ran up to Sephiroth's side again, and gave him an angry glance.
"You know, if you are going to be my second, you'll have to improve your lady skills," stated Sephiroth in a sarcastic tone. Zack simply raised an eyebrow and kept on walking.
Author Note: This is my first attempt at a final fantasy fic, so go at it. Reviews are helpful. Just don't be too cruel.
Disclaimer: I do not own any FFVII characters.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
PROLOGE
A tall and lanky man sat uncomfortably in a dimly lit hallway. His wild black hair swung freely as his knees nervously rocked back and forth at a rapid pace. One had was completely submerged in his sea of black hair while the other one occasionally reached back to finger the leather handle of the massive sword strapped upon his back. The only sound was the dull humming of the air conditioning and the occasional clink when his sword accidentally made contact with the white tiled floor. Suddenly, a door next to the young man flew open, and he sprang with agility to his feet, enthusiasm plastered across his face.
"Well?" inquired the youth prying anxiously.
"Well what?" remarked the tall man sheathing his long sword and nonchalantly pushing a few strands of sliver hair out of his face. The tall man set off at a brisk walk, a smirk plastered to his flawless face.
"Common Sephiroth! Don't leave me hanging. What did the captain want with you?"
"Well, Zack, if you must know nothing really happened," Zack's postured sagged and he obviously appeared disappointed, "except that I am the new general of soldier." Zack leapt high into the air, and grabbed Sephiroth by the shoulders, and smiled broadly.
"You little rat! You did it you actually did it. I can't believe it! A general at age twenty. That has never NEVER happened before!!!" the words spilled out of Zack's mouth at a rapid pace. Sephiroth laughed at his companion's enthusiasm.
"Yep," Sephiroth said proudly, holding his head high, "and guess what?" he asked with almost child-like emotion.
"What?" asked Zack a bit confused.
"They said that they are going to let me select my second in command," he finished the statement with a sly smirk. Zack's face immediately lit up. He knew what this meant. After all he was Sephiroth's best friend. No body in all of soldier was as close to him as he was.
"I was thinking Malcolm would make a great second-in-command," Sephiroth coolly replied giving his friend a teasing smirk.
"Not funny! You are evil!" retorted Zack and jokingly shoved Sephiroth in the shoulder, barely moving the six foot man.
"Yeah well, of course it's you. Who else would I chose?" replied Sephiroth giving him a shove that sent him careening into one of the secretaries. The blonde blushed wildly and Zack simply gave her a smile and casually turned around and sped off. He ran up to Sephiroth's side again, and gave him an angry glance.
"You know, if you are going to be my second, you'll have to improve your lady skills," stated Sephiroth in a sarcastic tone. Zack simply raised an eyebrow and kept on walking.