Okay, so here is another chapter. Hopefully its good. I just felt like doing something that might have been a little funny. I know to some it may seem slow going and boring. But meh... Im enjoying it so, ha! :) Updating might be slower because im becoming a little busy now. But will try to update at least once a week. ) Enjoy and Review pretty please! Also there may be grammar mishaps and stuff I didnt have time to go through and look for mispells or awkward sounding sentences. Sorries!

Disclaimer: I don't own anythingz! ( ;_;) -Sad Kirby Blob Looking Face Thingy...

Squeaking. That was the only sound to be heard in the halls of the Shinra Electrical Company Administration building. Where was the sound originating from, and why is it only this sound that is heard every day, morning or night, before the morning sunrise and sometimes. . . after curfew had already ticked by on the clock? If you got up early enough you could see the culprit of such annoyance. Today was no different. Walking down the hall, heading for his apartment was a spiky black haired Second Class SOLDIER. With the obvious bounce in his step, it took no genius to figure out who this SOLDIER was.

Zack began to wonder, 'How the HELL do your shoes squeak on tile! I mean I know they will squeak if your shoes are wet, but come on! I didn't fall too far into that toilet . . .'. Zack grumbled to himself, hoping the walls could at least hear his complaint.

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On his way from Genesis's room Zack ended up taking a little detour in his route to his apartment. He had waltzed into the bathroom, the bouncy, playful puppy personality he was known for had returned. That incident may have happened no more then a few minutes ago, but he had a reputation to uphold. He didn't want anyone to see him sulking. What was the fun in that? So back to where Zack had been waltzing into. You see the detour had happened not because he had to use the 'facilities'. But because, well being Zack, he had to check to see if his hear was in order. He was planning on going out for the night with Reno to one of the local pubs.

If Reno and him had anything in common at all. It was their love for the beauty of the alcoholic beverages that mankind had made. Zack also enjoyed the fact that it took him three times the amount of drinking to become even a bit buzzed. But if Reno was paying, it would easily become his favorite pass time. Unfortunate for Reno when it did happen to turn out that way. The only way Reno had been conned into paying for the beverages is when Zack felt like being a 'moogle's ass' as Reno had once put it, or when he would 'accidentally' forget his wallet at home. Even when sometimes he knew it was right in his back pocket of his cargo pants.

So you see, what led to his toilet watered down boot was this. He had come into the bathroom with the intention of fixing what little of his hair that had somehow become detached from a gel'd hair lock. Which is fascinating how that could even be a possibility sense he goes through about two bottles of the strongest gel every morning. . .

But before he attended to his 'hair disaster' he had set Genesis's book down on the thin sink ledge, hoping it would balance there until he was finished.

"Okay hair! Prepare to be tamed by Zack Fair!" Zack said to his reflection, a determined grin staring back at him.

Zack reached into his front pockets of his pants, trying to locate his small travel sized gel bottle that he always carried for just such a occasion. Finally finding it in his pocket near his knee cap, he whipped the bottle free. Flipping the top open, he quickly squirted a large glob of it – half the bottle – into his hands.

"Oh yeah! Lookin' good Fair. . . !" Zack praised to his reflection as he worked the gel into his hair, sculpting what he considered art at its finest back into its proper position.

During his boasting about how good he looked, Zack failed to remember that balancing haphazardly on the ledge of the sink was the book.

As Zack moved to put a hand on his hip, and to give himself a thumps up with his other hand. He hand had lightly brushed up against the book. Finally making the book lose it's battle with balance. Sending it toppling to the ground to land into a small puddle of water that rested a little off to the side from the sink.

"Oh shit!" Zack quickly bent down to pick up the book. Quickly as he could, without sending the ripped pages from before flying everywhere in the confined bathroom, he picked up the book from the small pond. Taking one corner of the book into his hands. He began trying to shake the excess water from its pages. As the small, but very damaging water drops slid across the binding. They slid down to the corner of the book pointed closest to the floor, before finally dropping into its original home. Sadly. . . and to his dismay. . . Zack was forgetting one tiny detail that would make this situation a little worse then it already was. He had forgotten to wash his hands of the residue left by the gel...

"Double Shit!" Zack yelled. Running down to the end of the row of sinks that lined the wall. Zack reached out for the paper towel dispenser. Pulling the lever down all the way, waiting for the paper to come out. Unfortunately for Zack, none did.

Quickly looking around, seeing no other dispenser any where. Zack snapped his fingers coming up with a idea. He turned on his heel and ran for one of the bathroom stalls. Still holding the book gingerly in one of his hands, Zack pushed open one of the stall doors. Setting the book down on the tank of the toilet. Zack reached under the little opening of the oval like casing trying to find the beginning of the roll of toilet paper. His fingers pads searched for the rolls start. Bouncing the roll slightly with his fingers to make it turn as he continued his search.

Letting out a triumph sound of victory, as little a victory as it was. He yanked his hand out of the opening. A tissue trail following with the re-movement of his hand. He wrapped a big wad of the white tissue around his hand a couple of times before breaking one of the squares that held it together.

Zack turned around to pick up the book, not focusing to much on how he grabbed it. Before he knew it, the book had slipped from his fingers and with a 'splash' it landed in the public restrooms open-lidded toilet.

Zack just sat there for a minute, toilet paper wrapped on his hand like a mummy, and just stared blankly at the toilet bowl for a minute. Before daring to lean forward slightly to look down into the bowl. That... was the first time anyone on the Shinra campus had ever heard such a gut curtailing scream.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me! No, no, no, no! This can not be happening! Genesis is gonna murder me!" Zack screeched reaching out to take the book from the bowl, stopping just mere inches away from it. "Wait...! I don't want to touch that shit. Its been in the porcelain throne. Aw, crap!"

Turning halfway from the toilet, he began to tap his chin. Trying to think of anything, anything at all, that he could use to try and save that stupid book from its watery, and very germ infested, grave. Glancing to his side back at the toilet again. He tapped his chin one more time before shrugging.

He used his tissue covered hand to lift up the 'U' shaped part of the toilet seat.

"Well. . . Here goes nothing. . ." He whispered gently, before raising his foot up to the edge of the bowl.

Small tears formed in his eyes before he hugged his leg, whimpering like the puppy he was referred to. "I knew thee well, my beautiful battle worn boot! Your taking one for the team buddy. . . Be strong!" He stated as he slowly drew back from his leg. Slowly tipping his foot downwards to plunge into the watery, germ ruling depths.

"AH, MY FOOT IS INFESTED!" Could be heard through the bathroom doors, leading out to the hallway. Causing everyone, cadets, SOLDIERS, secretaries, and other officials to stop and stare at the door. Only to quickly look away as Second Class Zack Fair glumly slammed the bathroom doors open. His head held low as he glared at the floor, book in hand. He stalked down the hall as quickly as he could. 'Everyone and their mothers' – as Zack would put it later when he retells this story to his commanding officers, if they were to question him why his foot and half his pants leg was sopping wet – couldn't help but snicker and try to hide their smiles at the sight of thee Zack Fair stumbling as his foot slipped on the floor, and at the pools of water left in Zack's wake.

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A loud 'boom' could be heard on the Second Class apartments floor as Zack stormed into his little apartment. Quickly slamming his good and dry foot into the door to close it after he had entered. Zack bolted for his bathroom, whipping out his hair dryer . . . Yes he had a hair dryer. Hey the man had to look good and the hair dryer added to the 'umph!' to his fluffy and bouncy and very gel'd hair. Shoving the prongs of the plug into the outlet, he threw the book open and onto the counter before turning the dryer up full blast and pointing it straight at the book. Hoping that drying it would work.

Thirty minutes. . . thirty minutes he had spent in his personal bathroom. Pointing his beloved blow dryer at this stupid god forsaken book. And as it dried. He had found that the pages had begun to stick together. The water eroding the pages down far enough to make them stick together like glue. And drying it had only worsened it.

Zack finally turned the blow dryer off and threw it down on the counter next to the book.

"There's just gotta be a better way! Genesis is gonna skin me alive... Scratch that! She's going to slice my stomach open, gut me like a trout, and then skin me alive. And oh I bet the fun wont stop there! I bet after I'm dead, she will take my entrails and feed them to the monsters in Hojo's lab!" Zack screeched, before throwing his hands up in the air just to bring them down onto his head pulling at his hair.

His fingers feeling the pure softness of his own locks. He glanced up into his bathroom mirror before a look of horror spread across his face.

"O-o-or she could easily take a shaver..." He gulped before continuing, his voice cracking a little bit with emotions, "A-and shave me bald! NO! I'll be mistaken for Rude's twin! NOOO! No way in hell am I letting that happen. I refuse to become a robotic asshole with a metal rod shoved up my ass! NEVER! There has to be a better way to do this!" Zack now had tears of defiance streaming down his face. His hands flattened against his hair, trying to make sure it was still there and not going to fall out at any moment.

After convincing himself that Genesis wasn't or couldn't be that 'evil'. He picked up the book quickly from the counter. No longer caring to be gentle with it before bursting out of his apartment door and running down the halls, running down stairs and across a court yard. Seeking to reach the building that his mentor's office was in. If he couldn't save this copy, then maybe, just maybe, Angeal had a extra copy somewhere. He hoped so anyways.

Running through the sliding doors. Zack went straight for the stairs, ignoring the elevators. Thinking this would be a quicker and safer route to take. Finding the correct floor where Angeal, Genesis, and Sephiroth's offices were, he took off running down the long hallway. He normally would have to stop at the secretaries desk and showed the person working that day his badge in order to see his mentor or any of the other two top SOLDIERS. But he could care less today. He ran right past the secretary so quickly that the secretary didn't have a chance of seeing him. Leaving the secretary to wonder. . . 'Where in the world had that gust of wind come from?'