FF7 does not belong to me. It belongs to Square Enix.

Zack was bored. No, he wasn't just bored, he was extremely bored. Bored to the edge of dying of boredom. That was, until he was a lone bottle of hair dye sitting on the table top. Oh, all the wonderful things he could do! And the best part was – it would definitely cure his boredom.

"Ok, so everyone know what they're doing?" Zack queried as he carefully packed his maps away.

Cloud raised a hand.

"Cloud, how many times must I tell you – no need to put up your hand? You're not in class, for Shiva's sake!" Zack chastised, then softened. Gazing into the pure cerulean pools of Clouds eyes, he asked. "What is it?"

"Umm… how do we get in…?"

Reno grinned, "Oh, the great things about being a Turk!"

"Now, if anyone has anymore questions…?" Zack rubbed his hands together in delight. "Well then, let Operation: Blonde Genesis commence!"

Genesis groaned as he opened the door. He had a meeting coming up, and he had no wish to go. Picking his way through the modern-furnished room to his bed, he sighed, making a mental note to clean up soon – there were piles upon piles of laundry to be washed, plates to be cleaned,… He looked to the side and his eyes softed. They'd need washing too… Plopping onto his bed with a grateful sigh, he closed his eyes. Dealing with the energetic Seconds had severely depleted his energies. He could now finally rest and recuperate from the effects of the puppy's constant trick-playing. He fell asleep almost immediately.

"Zero hundred hours, and no sign of the cleaner," Cloud whispered into his walkie-talkie.

Zack smiled from his position down the hallway. "Good, now let's move out!"

They ran un-stealthily to the door. Reno reached for the lock and tried a combination of numbers – Beep!

A message showed on the screen in red text –

WRONG PASSWORD. PLEASE TRY AGAIN.

"Reno! Hurry! The cleaner's coming!" Cloud reported from down the hall.

Said red-haired man punched in the code again, and gritted as once again, the words glowed –

WRONG PASSWORD. PLEASE TRY AGAIN.

"Reno, the darn thing'll let of an alarm if you get it wrong again," Zack warned.

"Yah. Thanks for the moral support, man," The Turk snapped back – he could already feel sweat trickling down his back and face as he tried again.

WELCOME.

Reno let out a breath he never realised he was holding as the door clicked open.

"Hurry! The cleaner will be there in about 10 secs!" Cloud radioed.

Reno's heart began to race again, adrenaline pumping into his system. Cautiously, he nudged open the door with the toe of his shoe.

"Wow, I've never been in here before," Zack breathed. "Now, time to get down to business."

Cloud ran into the room, "We got in!"

"Yup!" Reno beamed. "And look what the prestigious Commander has in his room…"

He opened a door, to reveal a room painted baby blue, with shelves upon shelves of plushies within. Said plushies ranged from Pokémon to Sailor Moon to Inu Yasha.

Zack tried to stifle a giggle.

Cloud just gaped.

And Reno looked rather proud of his findings.

Meanwhile, Sephiroth was walking down the corridor when he sensed a hint of Zack around Genesis's door. Peering in, he saw three bird nests – one red, on blonde, and one black staring at a rather… colourful room stuffed to the limit with plushies. Noticing the bottle of hair dye the puppy's hand held, he smirked and walked away. Tomorrow was guaranteed to be an eventful day indeed.

Shaking his head as if to shake away the shock, Zack turned to face his crew.

"Come on, guys! We've got a commander's day to wreck!"

He couldn't wait to hear Genesis when he woke up in the morning.