This is a 'story' inspire by a line from Bjanik's "The Other Way Around".

Warning: this is purely a crack fic with insanity woven in; if you try to make sense of it your head will explode… mwahaha

Sephiroth wandered through the halls of his Shinra building suit. He had just come back from Shinra's most recent idiotic campaign against Wutai, but unfortunately the information for said campaign was severely lacking so his entire company walked into an ambush.

Sephiroth was not pleased.

To add insult to injury some idiot had thought it would be funny to spray mud all over him as he was fighting.

Sephy was pissed.

As he trudged down the pristine white halls he began to shed his mud-encrusted clothes, leaving them lying on the floor as he walked towards the bathroom to clean up.

First went the coat, covered in the most mud, as soon as it hit the floor…

WHOOSH

The coat was gone, not leaving a single mud chip behind.

Sephiroth slowed, turning slighty.

'what the..'

Not seeing anything, he shrugged and continued down toward the bathroom, he could almost hear the bath calling him.

Next went the shirt, each button was stiff with grim and wouldn't come loose, so after a minute of fussing with the buttons he ripped the shirt off with a snarl.

The shirt lasted a bit longer than the coat had, staying in it's place on the ground for almost 30 seconds before it too was spirited away by a dark-haired figure. (A/N three guesses who)

This time the general stopped and checked his surrounding, but still he couldn't find who had taken his clothes.

'Must be the cleaning service'

So he continued down the hall, drawing ever closer to his destination.

He started to undo his pants as he walked, slower this time, starting to think

Just as he let the pants fall he turned, feeling air rush past him

'Wait a minute … I don't HAVE a cleaning service'

Felt another breeze, only this time it was much lower down.

'…..'

Deadpanned, he tilted his head to look down at himself.

"ZACK!!!! I TOLD YOU TO STOP SELLING MY UNDERWEAR ON E-BAY!!!!!"

Zack crouched in front of his computer, stolen articles in hand, as he chuckled evilly to himself, watching the bids rise.

"At least I'll be rich when he kills me"

I hope you enjoyed my first crack fic. Don't forget, R&R tell me what you think.