Chapter 2

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Zack huddled closer in the long leather trench coat as he felt the cold air of the cave. His eyes were wide as he tried to comprehend what had just happen within the last five minutes. He was still in shock from the kiss from Sephiroth. The he was slapped and then Silence was cast upon him.

He fumbled around in his duffel bag to find his ever handy Esuna Max LV Materia. A Soldier could not go anywhere without a form of Cure and Esuna of any level. He knew that quite well and he owed his life to both of them on many occasions. However, no one told him in training to be on the lookout for his very own General using it against him.

Sephiroth sat as far away as he could from the young 2nd Class. Masamune was in his lap, being cleaned and shined thoroughly. He felt betrayed by his own thin lips and was beyond angry at the muscle that he called his heart. They were disobeying every inch of control that he was taught to have as a child. Without that control, he was nothing more than a standard Soldier, not the Great General.

He scrubbed Masamune hard, trying to suppress the feelings of love and care as well as that of anger rushing through him. It wasn't working at all to his advantage and looking over at Fair made him feel another rush of anger that ran through his body. He just wanted to thrust his beautiful long katana down that strange teen's throat. Maybe then he would learn not to mess with the Great Silver General of Shinra.

(Sephiroth's POV)

I almost pulled at my hair as those thoughts rushed to my mind. Why would I ever dare to hurt him? Right. For being the big mouthed arrogant brat that he truly was. I could not have him going around and telling people that we had kissed on this mission. It would ruin my reputation and that would mean hurting more members of Soldier.

Masamune was positively gleaming as I polished her. She must have been completely clean by now. My beloved sword, my Masamune, a katana with a seven foot long blade forged only to be used by my hands alone. She was the only one who understood and listened to me. In return, I cleaned her often enough to see that wonderful gleam of hers.

Keeping my mind thoroughly on my beloved, I had not noticed the ringing of my phone or even felt the vibrations against me. I was attempting to empty out all thoughts in my mind so that I could focus only on the mission at hand. Think only of my mission and return home to Midgar.

My trance like state was interrupted and abruptly broken by the sound of odd music. I knew nothing about music beside that Angeal liked something he called Country and Genesis was found of Classical, I believe it is called. So this foreign sound of loud and obnoxious singing of a woman's high pitched voice rang through my head as I looked for the source of it. I am not sure as to why I was shocked to find out that it was the ringtone of the younger male's phone.

I stared at him, watching him fumble with the tiny black device. By the look in his sparkling blue eyes, it had to be someone from Shinra. Somehow, they were the only ones that could call when we had no signal.

My phone went off and I found myself wishing that it did not. I wanted to watch his facial expressions for as long as possible as they were quite adorable. I checked the e-mail from President Shinra and closed my accursed device. The cost of the helicopter was going to be taken out of our pay checks. It was not our—mine especially—fault that it decided to explode on touchdown.

I placed my phone into my pants' pocket hoping to never hear from that damn thing again. A growl came from deep within my throat as I thought about it. I stood up with Masamune within my grip. Fair…He became my target as I stalked over to him.

I took notice of his face. His blue eyes were wide and filled with fear; a look I've never seen on the face of Angeal's sweet "Puppy" Soldier. He scrambled to get up mainly because of my long trench coat he seemed to become attached to. The standard Soldier sword was taken off his back to defend himself.

I attacked him and he dodged to the right. The poor puppy was going to be dead before he knew it. The poor, poor puppy. I didn't want to hurt him, but something in my head kept saying that he deserved this. That he deserved any type of pain and punishment that I could give him.

(Zack's POV)

I highly doubt that I would ever get used to the General's rapid mood swings. I was jumping around and rolling away attempting to get away from his overly long katana. Something on his phone had upset him and I was the target.

I heard Tseng's voice almost yelling through my phone to get my attention. I hadn't turned off my phone and he was probably hearing our little scuffling going on. And to think he was making nice little small talk and had even asked me out for dinner. Ugh! Queen Mood Swings had officially pissed me off.

Already attached to my sword was four Materia meant for attack. Equipped to my Shinra Belt was four more Materia. Then there was my Diamond Armlet with three more Materia. I could take him on! Or I could subdue him while running away. That plan sounded a lot more likely to work than actually beating him.

I used a LV3 Fira, hoping that it would distract him. If I could do that, then I would be free to use some kind of awesome attack. Distract? Not with a katana that could slit my throat before I ever thought about doing anything. Not to mention I was afraid of hurting the General. Not because I care or anything, but because Lazard would have me killed.

Another slash, I rolled left. A downward thrust and I jumped back. I pulled out a Dark Blizzard Materia, ready to use it. Thundaga came down, crashing where I once stood. This fight was not on my side no matter what I tried to do.

"Zack, stay strong!" I head Tseng's voice through my phone.

Sephiroth stopped attacking. He looked at me, his jade eyes showing intensity I was not comfortable with. Then his eyes softened and he sat down as if in deep thought. His katana lay on the ground in front of him.

I was able to hang up on Tseng after giving a lengthy goodbye and telling him that I was safe. That dinner was going to have to wait… I was getting worried over the Moody General. He seemed to be going through some things. Whatever they were, they were going to kill me if I didn't solve it.

"General?" I mumbled.

"…troy…air…an't…hurt…no…im…" he was in his own little world talking to himself.

"Sephiroth?" I sat next to him.

"…give….me…geal…." so many things I doubt I will ever understand about him.

"Seph!" I decided to yell into his ears.

He looked over at me, tears beginning to fill up his eyes. Not only was he trying to kill me, but he was upset at that little scuffle we had. I placed my hand on his left cheek, my thumb caressing him. He was like a pretty girl, a pretty psycho girl. Those were my thoughts on his strange behavior.

He leaned into my touch and I moved closer to him. My lips brushed softly against his thin ones. He moved his lips hungrily against mine, his tongue brushing against my closed lips. I shuddered as I opened my mouth allowing his tongue entry to explore.

He was dominating me, and I have to say, I loved every second of it. He pulled me into his lap and my hand left his cheek completely. I touched his naked chest, enjoying the way his pectorals felt against my skin. And as I did so, my body stirred. I haven't felt anything like that in…quite a few months.

I felt him thrust against me and I moved back, breaking our kiss. Saliva was all that connected our mouths together as we looked into each other's eyes. The impossible jade coloring of his eyes, the cat-slit pupils. I knew that I had gotten lost within them, again. Aerith had beautifully impossible green eyes, but I don't think I have ever got lost in hers.

I got off his lap to sit on his left side. My head rested against his chest and I noticed how ragged his breathing was. His heart was beating so fast. He seemed to be so…so…so out of it. I sighed and just snuggled closer to him. Maybe if I stay like this…I'll discover something.