Sephiroth works for an ad agency a mesh between KH and FFVII, Sephiroth's nerves and threshold for emotional problems will be tested! Cloud and Sephiroth used to date; now, Cloud's being hired by the very company for which Sephiroth works! When sparks begin to fly, will a new addition to the staff come between them? It's not as emo as it sounds... please review! Vucrecient sugg., SephxCloud, CloudxLeon sugg., TsengRufus ch. 5. Reno's in it, too :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or Kingdom Hearts, no matter how much I want to.

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No need to take the elevator, thought Sephiroth as he approached the daunting set of stairs before him.

He climbed the stairs, one at a time. No one is eager to see a boss like Rufus ShinRa. ShinRa was a conniving, manipulative man with a head full of evil assignments and plans of torturous future paperwork whose looks, like many great villains before him, compromised his true nature. A pair of cool blue eyes and a head of flaxen wonder made him a classic beauty, if it would be appropriate to call a man a "beauty," and in his case, it probably was.

Regrettably, Sephiroth found himself at the Shacho's door. He lifted his hand to knock, but was interrupted by a voice.

"It's open."

Sephiroth opened the door and stepped into the room, his loafers barely making a noise on the soft, white Berber carpet. He turned to see the Shacho himself, seated at his desk with a characteristically placid look adorning his features.

"Please, have a seat. Make yourself comfortable." The blonde man hoisted himself from his seat with a creak of leather and made his way over to the small oak table on the other side of the room, upon which was a coffee pot and a few cups. "Can I get you some coffee?" Without waiting for an answer, the young man proceeded to pour his employee a cup of the steaming beverage.

"Sir, if I'm not being too forward, why did you invite me up here?" asked Sephiroth as he took hold of his refreshment.

The younger man, who was on his way to his desk chair again, spun on his heel and put both hands on the desktop. "I want to make you a proposition." At the look that was apparently let slip by the older man's face, he added, "there may be a raise in it for you. A promotion, even. How would you like to be district manager of the fourth floor department?"

If Sephiroth had trusted his boss enough to taste the now cooling coffee in his hands, he would have spit it out at that moment. "Manager of the fourth floor?"

"District manager. Of merchandising." ShinRa smiled and took a dainty sip of his own coffee, making his way back to his desk and taking a seat.

"District manager. Of merchandising."

"That's right."

The silver-haired man frowned. "What's the catch?" he asked, realizing that ShinRa must have some ulterior motive; maybe he had to kill his father, or some other gang initiation type of thing.

"Catch? There's no catch... but, of course, there is that..." he trailed, waving his hand nonchalantly and looking off in the distance.

He braced himself. "Who do I have to kill?"

ShinRa's eyes widened appropriately. "Kill? Heavens no, there won't be any killing involved! It's just... I want you to train the newest recruit in the advertising department. He's rather green."

Relieved, Sephiroth settled back into his chair. He even thought good-naturedly about taking a sip of his coffee, but realized that wasn't such a good idea when his boss gave him a hopeful look, as though silently waiting for him to take a sip of some poison.

The door to his office silently slid open, and ShinRa added, "Did I say 'green'? I meant 'blonde.'" He held out his hand, indicating the visitor at the door.

"Sephiroth?!" cried the spiky-haired blonde in the doorway, turning a familiar shade of rose-petal pink.

The tall, foreboding man turned in horror at the squeaked version of his name to stare at the young man. "Cloooooooouuudddddd..?" was all he could manage to say.

And President ShinRa just sat back and watched it all play out, the smallest of smiles on his face.

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I'm sorry there aren't any sexy parts yet! ...Well, sort of... I don't think anyone's actually reading this. --;; Why is it that people never read my stories? Well, anyway, if anyone is reading this, please review. Even if it's mean. I just want to know someone was interested enough to follow the link. Suggestions for future chapters are always accepted, as well. :)

Love, Chatty Harry