A/N: Soo, what could come out from a combination between Genesis Rhapsodos, wet t-shirts, Sephiroth and... pink? Mwaha, most probably something completely insane, of course! Beware one wild Genesis unleashed!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the FF7 characters. Squeenix does.
PINK REVOLUTION
TAKE 1 - PINK!
It had all started with Sephiroth in sheer misery, contemplating the disaster with large incredulous eyes and asking himself what on Gaia could go wrong and if he was able to find a hole large enough to crawl into it before Genesis would get to see THAT.
He sat there paralyzed, kneeled next to the washing machine and assessing the irreparable. He could NOT understand why that happened. Again and again, he made a minute inventory of the inputs and outputs that didn't match for the world. He had put in the washing machine a whole bunch of t-shirts, training pants, boxers and socks belonging to him and his friends, Genesis and Angeal. Grey or black t-shirts, pants, boxers and socks – his and Angeal's. Red pants, boxers and socks, white t-shirts – Genesis', who, evidently, loved red.
Now poor Sephiroth pulled out one by one, with shaky hands, a pile of formerly white t-shirts belonging to his friend, Genesis Rhapsodos. He gaped at them in utter horror.
They were all pink now.
And not only them. Even their grey t-shirts and the other things had become pinkish. A complete disaster.
It was the first time he got to do the laundry since they had all moved together and... this!! The fourteen-year-old boy could not get it. This thing had never happened to Genesis or Angeal before, when they had taken care of the laundry during the past weeks. They had put to wash white t-shirts and got them still white. What did he do wrong??
Obviously never had anyone told him before about the need to separate the colors. And he had never had that problem, as he never had any bright-colored clothes. All he owned could be thrown in one shot in a washing machine, as grey and black worked perfectly together in such matters.
His mind was still racing trying to find an answer and a solution at the same time for that mess, when what he had feared the most happened in the blink of an eye. He could only register Genesis' call:
„Seph, what takes you so long?", and the next moment the auburn-haired rookie was already there like a whirlwind and the next exclamation followed almost instantly, as his shiny blue eyes fell on the pink pile in the basket:
„Oh dear Goddess..."
And nothing more, at least not for the following moments.
That, instead of the torrent of howls and reproaches the mortified silver-haired teenager was expecting, unnerved him so much more that he just broke down shouting mindlessly:
„I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I... I will fix them, I will!! I... will wash them again! I will buy you new ones, I promise..."
He choke on the words right then as he realized that he had never set foot in Midgar outside a mission before meeting his friends and he had absolutely no idea of where he could find such things to buy and how he would actually do that, as long as he had never laid a finger on money, was generally clueless about their value and thought himself as being poor like any beggar from the street.
Obviously again, no one had ever bothered to enlighten him that, as a SOLDIER 1st Class, money from his pay was piling up in his account and he was already obnoxiously rich even compared to Genesis, a landlord's heir. Why would anyone tell him that? He had never had any use for the money so far as long as he received his uniform and personal clothes and kit from ShinRa. Again, 1st Class Soldiers, if they wanted to... ‚personalize' their uniform, so to say, had to do that on their own account, but as he was meant to become ShinRa's medal – another detail of which he was of course delightfully oblivious – he had been blessed with the leather outfit by ShinRa in the first place and never had any clue that things worked different for the other Soldiers. They gave the clothes to him, he wore them, it was as simple as that.
Never had to buy clothes, so never collided with the shopping phenomenon. Never had to use money, therefore never even knew about having any.
„Buy me new ones?", Genesis looked at him quizzically as his silver-haired new friend clutched his temples with both hands in panic, looking lost and disheartened.
Then he just slid down and sat on the tiled floor next to Sephiroth, with one hand around his knees and the other automatedly going up to scratch his auburnish mop of hair as he watched again the mostly pink content of the laundry basket.
Then he left his hair alone, extended the arm and picked up one of the shirts lifting it in the air to inspect it.
„Oh boy, oh boy!", he grimaced lopsidedly, then just burst into a fit of healthy laughter, throwing his other arm over Sephiroth's shoulders, which startled the pale boy making him straighten his back instinctively at the touch.
„Why oh why would I want you to buy me new ones when these are plain glorious??" he hiccuped helplessly, wiping a few tears of joy and then clutching his belly merrily.
Sephiroth gaped at him incredulously:
„You… aren't going to wear THESE!... Are you??", he stammered pointing at the pink pile with a shaky finger.
Genesis gave him his shiniest grin, teeth and all.
„Of course I will!", he said gleefully. „Why wouldn't I?"
„But… but… how can you say that? I don't know what I did wrong, but they are completely ruined!"
„Not at all, pal, not at all! They just… hmmmmm…", Genesis rubbed his chin thoughtfully, yet still grinning. „They just gained a new dimension, is all. Yep, that's the thing!"
His glee didn't seem to make Sephiroth feel any better. He just looked at the pink pile clearly upset and mumbled sourly:
„Why did this happen? What did I do?"
Genesis gave his friend a few pats on the back and then circled his shoulders again with one arm, regarding him affectionately with his shiny mako eyes.
„It's ok my friend, it's not the end of the world. You couldn't know I guess, if you never bumped into this problem before. It's just that when you do the laundry you have to separate the light colors from the darker ones, because these tend to leek. Especially red!"
Then he just jumped to his feet, dragging with him a still very unhappy Sephiroth and grabbing the laundry basket with the other hand.
„C'mon pal, we've got work to do. We're starting a new fashion trend today! It's the pink revolution comiiiiiing! Booo-yeahhhh!!!"
A/N: And this is only the innocent beginning... Mwahahahaaa
