The yelling could be heard throughout the entire Shin-Ra building. It had become such a common occurrence though that nobody even glanced up at the noise, even as it reverberated off the walls in every room. "Sephiroth, I didn't mean to!" the voice shrieked.

It wasn't the commotion in the hall that woke him up. The frantic pounding on his door at seven in the morning had Angeal rolling out of his warm, inviting bed. "Angeal!" the person banging on the door screamed. "Save me!"

"This better be good," Angeal muttered as he made his way to the door. When he opened the door, he hadn't expected to be met by the sight of Zack clinging to the door frame for dear life as a black-haired Sephiroth tried to pry him free. Slowly, Zack lost his grip, and Angeal could only watch as Sephiroth ripped the boy from the frame and wrapped his slender fingers around his neck. Zack began clawing at Sephiroth's hands, trying to free himself. Angeal raised a hand to his forehead as he tried to decipher what Zack had done this time.

"Sephiroth," he stated as he fixed the tall male with a stern gaze. "Let go of the puppy." When Sephiroth opened his mouth to reply, Angeal cut him off. "Let him go, and we'll talk this out." With a fiery glare, Sephiroth let go of the still struggling teen whose face was now changing colors due to the lack of oxygen. Hitting the floor, which surprisingly, nobody even seemed to notice he'd ever left, Zack gulped for air. "Now. What—" Before Angeal could even finish his sentence, Zack had already pulled himself off the ground and bolted down the hall towards the elevators. Sephiroth's already deep glare managed to deepen further as he watched the boy's retreating back.

Turning his glare to Angeal, he said, "I blame you." Angeal didn't know how to react to that blunt statement. He could already feel the traces of a headache forming.

"Seph, just go take a shower. The dye will wash out," Angeal said as he massaged his temples.

"How do you know that?" Sephiroth questioned, his gaze transforming into one of suspicion.

"Zack's not that stupid." At least, Angeal hoped so. Seph just stared at Angeal as though he'd lost his mind, but thankfully, he turned and stalked to his room, still brooding. He was probably plotting the poor kid's doom already. Angeal shut the door to his room and shook his head as he made his way down the hall to his now cold bed.

~MEANWHILE~

Still in fear of pursuit from a Masamune-wielding psychopath, Zack bolted for the elevators. He mashed the innocent on the wall to death. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," he muttered as he waited for the elevator to make its slow climb upwards. Hopefully the damn thing wasn't broken down again. "Could this thing go any slower?!" he yelled, bordering on hysterics. About thirty seconds later, Zack was wondering how he was still alive, and the elevator finally reached the floor he was on. There was a ding as the doors slid open, and Zack bolted inside. He slammed his finger on the 'door close' button over and over again. From where he stood, he could see Sephiroth and Angeal talking. When the doors finally shut, he hit a random button—hopefully one Sephiroth wouldn't figure out. Zack crouched in the corner as the elevator slowly descended.

Not much longer, the doors slid open. To Zack's dismay, it was the floor of Hojo's lab. He didn't know who he'd rather deal with: Hojo or Sephiroth. Zack decided to take his chances with the creepy scientist and slipped out of the lift. 'At least nobody will ever think to look here,' he thought as he snuck into the lab. He tried his hardest to look natural as he made his way through the dreaded rooms. Luckily, he hadn't run into a creepy assistant yet. 'I think I might be safe now—well, as safe as anyone can be walking through Hojo's lab. . .'

"You there!" Zack swore and turned to face the voice, trying his hardest to look as innocent as possible. He smiled and looked at the assistant standing next to a silver table dressed in the usual lab coat. Instantly, he got the chills and wanted to bolt, but he stood his ground.

"Hello," he said, casually.

"What are you doing down here? This area is for personnel only," the creep said.

"Well, you see miss, I'm, uh, lost." Keeping up the act, Zack tried to look confused as he looked around the room.

"Yes, and Hojo isn't completely mad. Out. Now." The scientist pointed to the nearest exit. Eager to not get on anyone's bad side on this floor, Zack complied. He whirled around to leave, straight into a row of test-tubes. Surprisingly, only one fell free from the rack. Time seemed to slow as he watched the vial plummet to its doom, and most likely his own from the look on the assistant's face. Crash. The sound of glass shattering seemed to echo throughout the room as they watched the sickly green, and possibly glowing—you never know with Hojo—liquid spread across the floor.

"I can totally fix this," Zack said as he bent to pick up the bits of shattered glass from the hazardous puddle. What he didn't know was that the bits were extremely sharp. Well, he knew; he just didn't seem to care. Flinching as the glass sank into his flesh, Zack continued cleaning, not thinking twice about the wound. He didn't even realize the fluid seeping into his body through the incision on his thumb. Everything finally seemed to register in the woman's mind, and she instantly stormed over to where Zack was kneeling over the glimmering puddle. Grabbing him by the collar, she drug him all the way to the elevator, pressed the button and threw him inside. Finally, Zack looked down at his hand. Blood dripped off his thumb. He just shrugged, wiped the blood off, and pressed the button for his floor, hoping it was finally safe.

Sephiroth stepped out of the shower and went directly to the mirror above the sink. A small smiled ghosted across his face for a millisecond as he saw not black, but silver locks again. He ran his fingers through his dripping tresses happily. So, Angeal was right . . . again. Sephiroth huffed. 'That puppy of his is lucky it wasn't permanent. Oh, but he'll still pay. Nobody messes with my beautiful, beautiful hair,' Sephiroth thought as he continued to stroke his extremely long silver hair.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this ^^ Remember to review, cookies and pie to those who do. Also, hopefully I can have an update out within the next few days, no promises though. -Ales