A/N: Okay, so as far as the frequency of updates, I won't make any promises because my Muses tend to be sadistic little bitches that come and go as they please. So, as I get inspired for this, I'll update.

This next one is a request from dantesdarkqueen, who actually gave me seven requests. Yay! Seven chapters I don't have to think of on my own! (gives dantesdarkqueen chocolate covered Reno). So, let's tackle...GAS!!!

Disclaimer: Not mine. Blah.

Marlene walked into the room she shared with Denzel. Cloud was going to be home tonight after a three day delivery to Junon and she wanted to make him a "Welcome Home! We Missed You, Cloud!" card to let him know just how much he was loved. He was much happier now, after the Geostigma was cured and after he and Tifa and Barrett had helped Vincent and Yuffie out with the Deepground soldiers. Life was in a very pseudo normal place.

Denzel was sitting at their table, finishing his homework like Tifa had asked him to do the following night. And now, he wished he would have listened to her. Homework on a Saturday morning was wrong; but since he wanted it done before Cloud got home, he begrudingly did it.

"Hey Denzel!" Marlene said cheerfully as she climbed onto a chair beside him. She reached for her crayons and a blue piece of paper and got to work.

"Whatcha doin', Marlene?" Denzel asked, glad for the momentary distraction from his multiplication tables.

"Making Cloud a card for when he gets back tonight," she said, drawing a smiling sun over what was going to be a spikey head of hair.

Denzel leaned forward in his chair to get a better look. However, when he did a...noise escaped from him that he couldn't stop. A very loud, very trumpety noise. Marlene looked over at him and giggled as he blushed.

"It...it was the chair!" Denzel exclaimed, desperately trying to make the chair make a similar noise. No matter how hard he tried, the chair wouldn't cooperate.

"Denzel," Marlene said as she giggled. "I know that wasn't the chair. It's too stinky."

Denzel's face got redder. "I can't help it," he said, sitting back down, his head lowered so that his hair was covering his eyes. "My tummy hurts."

"Mine doesn't feel so great either," Marlene said as she continued her artwork on the card. "Don't tell Tifa, but I think what she made for dinner last night made us sick."

Denzel looked up at her. "Your tummy hurts, too?" he asked.

As if on cue, a similar noise escaped from Marlene. This time she blushed and Denzel laughed. "Stop it!" she said, tossing a crayon at him. "You started it!"

Denzel started laughing so hard that he almost fell out of his chair. Unfortunately, the pressure the laughter caused on his tummy forced more wind to break from his backside in between his laughs. Marlene started laughing at Denzel's case of the "laughing farts" and caught them herself.

"Yuck!" she said in between laughs. "You stink!"

"So do you!" Denzel accused.

"Kids!" Tifa called coming down the hall. "Is everything...uh, what is that smell? Denzel, did you not bring me all your dirty socks to wash?"

The kids continued their laughing/farting fit and Tifa scrunched up her nose, going to the hall closet and getting a can of Linen and Sky Febreeze and spraying it in their room. "Right," she said, covering her nose and mouth with her free hand. "No more chili for you two."

A/N: This happens to my neice! Denzel's so cute when he blushes! I just want to squish him...but I'm afraid of what might come out! Reviews and requests are LOVED!!!