Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII

Where's my spikes?

A dream. He was standing near the lake, watching how a young boy tried to catch a snowfall with his tongue. Snow was piled over the trees and hills, making the landscape white and tranquil. He saw how the boy closed his eyes and started to move. The boy span around slowly, spreading his arms like two wings. Somehow, it wasn't cold at all.

He startled awake. He still saw a fading image of the spinning boy who was left alone. The world he left behind felt different than before, it felt like he could have stayed there forever. Calm of the snow that surrounded him from everywhere and the unexpected warmth that gave him home. Even though the dream evaded him, the warmth stayed. The day before and even the day before that he didn't have dreams and the coldness he met, when he awoke, chased him off the bed. Now he wanted to stay and sleep in it forever.

Sephiroth opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. The usual lamp greeted him with the same indifference as every morning, but now he thought he could forgive the lamp. He still had sleep in his eyes and the moment was pleasantly blurry. He stretched his tall body, wondering why it felt so heavy. He yanked the blanket off, turning his eyes at his chest. The sight what he saw, wasn't the usual sight he got when he woke up.

At the usual mornings, he saw his own bare muscular chest. Then he would probably see his boxers and thighs. And he definitely wouldn't feel wet. Now, at the moment, he saw blond hair that didn't follow any laws of physic. It was long and spiky and it tickled his chest. Normally he wouldn't see a small nose and a lake of drool all over his chest. He also wouldn't feel hands wrapped tightly around his chest. He removed his eyes from the spikes and stared at the lamp. Something, or more likely someone, was lying on top of him on its stomach, drooling and snoozing. Alright.

What? And he just shrugged it off? Slowly, but firmly, Sephiroth returned his gaze back to the blond spikes. And yes, he wasn't dreaming anymore. When he realized the situation, he pushed "the thing", as he labelled the creature, away from him, tossing it to the other side of the bed. The spiky headed thing rolled on its back and continued to snore slightly. Sephiroth was sitting, feeling terrified first time in his life and stared at "the thing" that had taken over his body. The creature mumbled something while rolling back to its stomach and squeezed a pillow in its arms.

"What are you doing here, you… thing?" Sephiroth asked, placing the question more to himself. The thing kept silent. Sephiroth stood up, got a wooden practise sword and walked back to the bed. The thing looked happy and was smiling. Now that he looked, the thing was quite small and pretty. One of those things one placed on their shelf. Sephiroth poked the thing with the wooden sword.

"Zack…" the thing said and snuggled the pillow. Sephiroth raised an eyebrow and wondered what did Zack and pillow-snuggling have in common. He poked a second time and this time the creature looked a bit annoyed.

"Mmh!" The creature snorted at him and made a noise close to mewling. Sephiroth watched his big, almost empty room and noticed that a piece of garments were lying haphazardly all over the floor that looked rather messy. Sephiroth turned his eyes back to the spike and poked it again. The thing suddenly sat up, rubbing its eyes with the back of its hand.

"Mm… Zack, it's early. And stop poking me, it's irritating", the thing said and to Sephiroth's surprise its voice was cute. The boy yawned and opened his eyes, looking at Sephiroth sleepily. Sephiroth blinked as "the thing's" huge blue eyes stared at him.

"Zack, why do you have a wig? You should at least brush it", the boy said, patting the pillow and getting back to sleep. Sephiroth stood there, stunned and surprised.

"Sky-blue eyes, spiky hair, mistakes me for Zack, drools on me", Sephiroth named the things that disturbed him aloud, now glaring at the intruder who had started smiling while sleeping. Was the boy retarded or just stupid? And he didn't have to brush his hair. To reassure himself, Sephiroth touched his hair but noticed to his horror that his hair really was in a desperate need of brushing. The boy started rolling on the bed, only wearing his underwear, laughing in his dream.

"Why didn't that surprise me?" Sephiroth said aloud and started to recall yesterday's events while picking up a hair brush. The boy looked young, like 16 or 17 years old, he must be a cadet or below. If he was a new cadet, he would have a reason to celebrate. If the boy was drunk, then Sephiroth could understand why someone dared to wander to his room, sleep on top of him and make him feel comfortable. Sephiroth shrugged with a sight. What a way to start a day. He put the hairbrush back on his bedside table. Drunk or not, Sephiroth was determined to keep his pride and hastily grabbed the boy and lifted him up.

"Did you not hear that I am sleeping?" The boy said and tried to push Sephiroth away, putting his hand on the older man's face and pushing. Angrily Sephiroth took a firm grip on the boy's wrist and removed the offending hand from his face.

"Why don't you open your eyes and think why I don't let you sleep here", Sephiroth hissed annoyed, squeezing the boy's thin wrist. He was looking in the blue eyes again, when the boy finally listened to him.

The boy looked at him, his eyes and his face. Then the realisation hit the boy, and the spike freed himself and ran out of the room, taking some of the clothes with him. Sephiroth wasn't sure, but before the boy could escape, he heard him mumbling:

"Iamverysorry! Zackyoubastard!"

*Me and my friend thought this up. What do you think?

*Aren't they cute?