No opening statements for you. I'll chat next chapter, if I really have to. -too tired atm-

Disclaimer: I don't own them. It. Whatever.


"Stay still and let me brush it, Seph!" Genesis couldn't help but laugh at his friend's uncomfortable squirming, sending a beaming smile in return to the withering look that Sephiroth gave him in the mirror that sat across from the General's black satin bed, which the two were sitting on.

"I can brush my own hair..."

"Yes, but it's much more fun this way! Come on, what have I ever done to not have your trust when it comes to your hair?"

At that point, Angeal decided to walk in, setting a tray down on the bedside table that held three cups filled to the brim with steaming liquid, "You've braided it before, put it up in bows and ribbons." The raven-haired male paused, as if in thought, before adding, "Dyed it...Several different colors on different occasions, once several different colors in one."

"Yeah, well, that doesn't count. And it was wash-out dye!" Genesis pouted, reaching over and taking his coffee, with added cream and sugar, from the tray, drinking from it happily while cutting a face at Sephiroth, who was drinking his own coffee black. "How can you do that?!"

Sephiroth merely blinked back at him, before looking down at his drink with a decidedly worried expression. The question that ran through his mind was reflected clearly on his face and in his mannerisms. Had he done something wrong?

Angeal, catching onto these feelings quickly, set his tea down and smacked Genesis lightly over the head before offering his other best friend a rare smile, "He meant drink your coffee without anything added to it, Seph."

"...Oh." Well, the silver-haired male felt slightly silly now for his previous thoughts. He should've caught onto what the red-clad man had meant. How naive of him, really. "I can't stand sugar."

"Yes, yes, but no cream? You're insane, Seph...Now come here and let me finish brushing your hair out!"

"No, stay away from my precious silver locks!" Setting down his drink just in time to avoid a thrown pillow, Sephiroth shot to a stand, throwing the pillow back at Genesis while Angeal rolled his eyes at the two.

Ah, the joys of a Friday morning with his two best friends...POW! A pillow hit the dark-haired male square in the face, and he barely prevented his tea from spilling. "...Genesis. Sephiroth..." He just managed to set his cup down before he was barraged with pillows from the two, yelling and throwing them back before they darted from the room, all three holding at least two pillows.

The trio spent about a hour or so chasing each other around the spacious apartment, attacking and waging war. Sephiroth then found himself slouched on his bed again. Genesis was sitting behind him, happily brushing away at his hair. Sephiroth couldn't help the faint smile that took over his features, wondering what he'd done to deserve friends such as these.

Friends that would sneak back into ShinRa territory to spend his birthday with him, despite the risks. The smile became a tad bit sadder.

"Why the long face?" Angeal asked quietly, tilting his head to the side from where he sat by the window sill (the currents drawn tightly over the window, mind you). Sephiroth could feel the scrutinizing gaze on him without even looking at his elder friend, repling in a calm voice.

"You shouldn't be here, you know. Genesis already has a price on his head, and..." A small tug on his hair caused him to stop, sending a light glare at the culprit. Who was glaring right back at him firmly in the mirror on the wall across from them. He wasn't too happy with the rough handling of his hair.

"We know the risks, Sephy. It's worth it, trust me." Genesis reassured him, finished brushing the the overly-long hair. He leaned back against the pillows by the headboard while Sephiroth stood and headed to his closest to finish getting dressed.

"Here's what's going to happen. Zackary and ShinRa Jr are going to accompany you to Junon today for a brief inspection, right?" Angeal started, pausing to wait for the General's confirmation nod. He then allowed Genesis to continue from where he had left off.

"While Tseng and his lapdogs, Reno, Rude, and Cissnei go ahead to Costa Del Sol, following reports of people sighting myself and Angeal here...Angeal filed the report himself, under a different alias." He gestured towards the serious looking male briefly, before continuing, "You, the puppy, and Rufus will head there after the inspection, where you'll meet the Turks along with myself and Angeal on ShinRa's private beach to begin your birthday weekend of fun!" Genesis grinned up at Sephiroth, who was staring between himself and Angeal like they were insane, which he at least was.

It didn't take long for the silver-haired male to frown and shake his head, "Costa Del Sol is an extremely public tourist attraction, Genesis. Angeal. Someone really could see you...What then?"

"We've already taken measures to ensure that doesn't happen, Sephiroth." Angeal replied, calmly standing and moving over to his friend, watching as said friend examined himself in the mirror.

It only took a glance at his hair for Sephiroth to pick up another brush and start brushing it out again by himself, outright ignoring the yell of protest from Genesis. The part wasn't right, it had been done it off to the side, and Sephiroth wasn't about to let it stay as such. He cautiously started to rework his hair so it was parted down the middle, save for his bangs, which never listened to any sort of wrestling attempts anyways. He ran the brush through them several times to make sure they wouldn't tangle before nodding and setting the brush down next to another.

"Do you always have to be so vain?" Genesis pouted, arms crossed in his best 'put out' mannerism.

Blinking, Sephiroth turned to look back at his friend before speaking, "I am not vain. I just value perfection." He frowned slightly at the very thought of being called vain. There was nothing wrong with wanting his appearance to be one hundred percent immaculate at all times, was there?

"It's the same thing!"

"It is not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

"Is too!"

"Is not."

"Yes it is."

"No, it isn't."

"Yes..." Genesis grinned when jade eyes narrowed into catlike slits in annoyance. Then, without warning, one of the many brushes that laid about Sephiroth's bedroom had connected sharply with his skull. "Ow! Hey, you little--" The was a flurry of red, silver, and black as Sephiroth swept from the room, Genesis darting after him with promises of revenge and some such things.

Angeal sighed and grabbed Sephiroth's cell phone, flipping it open to dial the puppy's number. He waited for it to ring three time before the SOLDIER answered with a not-surprisingly cheery greeting. "Zack? We're going to run late."

Fin.


Zack: I'm not in this chapter...Why am I doing the credits?!

Seph: Because Angel passed out right after typing the disclaimer?

Zack: Why don't you three do it, then?!

Genesis: Because we don't want to, pup. Stop complaining.

Zack: But--

Tseng: -closes the curtains around the three arguing- Reveiw, please.