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 2 – FUEL!

Genesis sat cross-legged on his bed with the laptop placed in front of him on the mattress, his fingers rattling like a machine-gun while Sephiroth sat next to him over the blanket watching the screen even more incredulous than he had done only earlier with the basket.

„Hahaaa!!", exclaimed the redhead flashing his teeth with a distinct shark look all over his narrow face. „Eh?"

„B-but that's not…"

„Bah!"

„Genesis, it isn't! You can't…"

„Why the heck not??"

„But that… Hey, wha…", the silver-haired boy stammered pointing at the screen with one finger.

„Heh-heh!"

„You mean you're going to…?"

„Yep."

„Gen, it's not worth it. They'll laugh at you."

„Nope."

„Don't do it, please! Not just to make me feel better."

„Well, obviously that wouldn't work anyway, so Pinky, let me be ‚the brain' in this cos I'm doing it for sheer fun. Mwahaha!!"

And he grabbed his long-haired friend with one hand in a head-lock, ruffling his silver mane with the other hand, while Sephiroth let out distressed squeaks, flailing his arms in a vane attempt to escape.

Finally the mischievous auburn-haired rookie released his poor friend, who tried sullenly to straighten himself up, and turned back to his laptop.

„Now," he said with a conspirative smirk, „a final masterful touch for the name. There! That should fit perfectly, don't you think?"

And he elbowed his friend to catch his attention.

Sephiroth looked and his eyes went round with disbelief and fright. He covered his mouth with an instinctive gesture and almost whispered:

„Please Gen, stop this now! That's too much already."

„Hahaa!"

„Seriously now, you can't do such a thing!"

„Why not?"

„But why would you do that after all?"

Angeal came in the bedroom holding a few books under one arm.

„Umm… because I can? So why not, again?" Genesis shrugged.

„I don't know. It... doesn't seem right, you know! This... you just don't do such a thing!"

„Why the heck not??"

Sephiroth waved his hands helplessly.

„I DON'T KNOW!!! You just don't!"

„But WHYYY?"

Sephiroth thrusted both hands in his hair, pulling at it and hunching in defeat.

„Sheesh, I'm gonna go sink my head into some cold water!" he mumbled.

„Better get HIS for that." Angeal chuckled, coming over to see what was all about.

His eyes went a bit wider and he scratched his head looking not that surprised but more like resigned.

„Oh boy, here we go again," he sighed. „What exactly are you up to now, Gen?"

„Nothing," said the auburn-haired boy, putting on his most innocent puppy-eyed look.

„Yeah, right!! And the zoloms talk too these days."

„Heh! They just might, pal, they just might…" Genesis grinned misteriously. „Ok, I almost finished here. Now off to the training room for an afternoon session, like a good conscientious little soldier!"

These said, he jumped off the bed and grabbed one of the freshly-dried pink t-shirts, that had already been neatly folded in a small pile on one of the chairs by the still upset Sephiroth. Angeal's eyes, who only noticed right then the mishap, went just a bit wider than before. He was a fast thinker, so he just added 1+1 in the blink of an eye. He moved towards the screen again, watched what was still there, then the pink pile, then Seph's downtrodden demeanor and the whole thing came clear as day to him, as each piece fell in its place.

Genesis put on his boots and then flopped again onto the bed, grabbed the laptop and started to rattle again on its keys.

„Ok now Seph," he chuckled, „I promised you something. You may want to see the outcome. Let's pull some strings for it."

Angeal watched the screen again and grunted disapprovingly:

„Hey, what do yo think you're doing? Playing hack with the security system now?!

„Bah! What's the big deal? And besides, I don't consider myself a ‚hacker'!" the redhead sniffed with a hurt look.

„Oh? What do you call yourself then?"

„A ‚hecker'!!", Genesis announced merrily, with a proud grin.

„A what?! Huh, what is that supposed to mean??", Angeal inquired, his eyebrows going all the way up.

„It means I'm doing the thing for the heck of it!", said the redhead triumphantly.

Angeal smacked his face, eyes rolling.

„I should have seen this coming," he grumbled. „Alright now, what are you trying to do?"

„Oh, just wanna give Seph the opportunity to see what's going on in the training room," Genesis said as he did exactly that, entering the security system of the training floor and focusing on one of the rooms, then browsing the cameras inside it in search of one that would offer the widest angle of the areas he was interested in. Although this information was not available to the public, there was a sound recording system too and Genesis played a bit with the microphones until he got the best possible rendering of what was said inside the room. Then he just hopped off the bed, patting Seph on the shoulder on his way.

„There pal! Now you just sit here and watch. And try to have some fun, for Goddess' sake!"

These said, he grabbed his bag and off he went.

Angeal and Sephiroth watched each other in silence for a few moments or so, then the raven-haired teenager went quietly and took another one of the pink t-shirts and, taking down his own, put on that one instead.

„What are you doing?", Sephiroth asked, looking more and more puzzled.

„Well," came the answer, „I think some backup won't hurt."

He sat on his bed and started to put on his own boots, watched by his silver-haired friend.

„I'm coming too then," Sephiroth stated, but Angeal stretched one hand to him shaking his head in denial.

„No, this asks for composure and impassiveness, buddy. Upset as you still are, you can't display neither one of these right now. Leave it to me, cos believe me, it's not at all the first time I get to do such a thing."

He got up and came to throw another glance at the screen, on which Genesis could be already seen making his big entrance in the training room and exchanging a few words with the recruits there. He frowned at the sight of someone or something in there and grumbled:

„I'd better hurry up now."

Then he took his own duffel bag and in a jiffy was out through the door in all his glory – a tall, sturdy silhouette, breathing manliness through every single pore – chin up, shoulders straight, proudly displaying a bright pink t-shirt.

A/N: Warming ourselves up, eh?