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A/N: Humor people. Reviews are appreciated. This plot bunny hopped out of Nan Kalle's review. C&C is appreciated! Enjoy!
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Thrashing a god was work, even for the toughest of fighters.
Thrashing a god and then totaling the Underworld was considered well nigh impossible.
Doing both and then making out in the rubble was…odd.
It also brought into question the…mindsets…of the ones doing it. Hades could mostly understand the desire to knock himself around for a bit (well, wipe the floor was closer to what had actually happened) – but really people just didn't seem to get that it was his job to be evil and manipulative. For some reason it always shocked them even though it was very, very common knowledge. Always a catch-22. Duh. Idiots.
Destroying the Underworld, well, he could understand that too. He had been planning on redecorating, which was definitely going to happen now. But a little dust, a few skeletons, and overall mustiness were not reasons to level the place.
What was truly boggling the god's mind was the apparent desire of the perpetrators to make out in the middle of the rubble. It was just…wrong…
On so many levels.
Alright he could sorta understand their desire to make out. Both Cloud Strife and Sephiroth were very…pretty…individuals.
The part that was making him go "Wha…?...?" was their desire to make out with each other. Ok, he might not get the latest gossip from Hermes every morning, but he was pretty sure the two in front of him had spent a good chunk of time trying to off each other. In various painful ways. While everyone knew both of them were a few fries short of a happy meal, normally even crazies didn't go from wanting to rip out each other's tongues to sticking them down each other's throats. Literally.
Hades had half a mind to demand an explanation. More than half a mind actually. He would have loved to if he wasn't gagged, given a wedgie he couldn't get out of, and hogtied to Pain and Panic who were trying to chase a bunny through…rubble…that had used to be his throne room…
Later. He'd think about that later.
Focus. Gods are cool and focused…
And why the hell did the two of them want to make out in front of a god and half the Underworld?! How was that in the least romantic? How did the two of them remain completely oblivious to the half dozen ghosts- of extremely old women – who were blatantly staring and drooling?! Oh and the three fates who were all fighting for their single eyeball so they could see. And the zillions of other ghosts who were staring -
And himself. Mustn't forget that. When he got his head out of his underwear he was going to –
Why those horny bastards! Keep…hands…out of there…!! Why the hell doesn't Sephiroth wear a shirt anyway?! Ew, that spirit looks old enough to be their mother's ghost -
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And the Ruler of the Underworld was unconscious. Aeris had clubbed him over the head right when he was about to chew through the gag. He would've been so in the way of the pretty view… And the camera she'd brought.
The End