Genesis was woken at some point in the night by the sound of the fridge being opened. He noticed that Cloud was no longer at the foot of the bed, so it was probably him. Meaning the wolf was even smarter than they thought.
Genesis crept down the hall and looked around the corner into the kitchen area. What he saw made him jerk in surprise. He must have made a noise of some sort, because the blanket-wrapped figure by the fridge whipped around, blue eyes wide.
The figure was a boy, no more than fourteen, with hair that oddly resembled a chocobo. In his hands was a glass of ice-water, which had spilled a bit when he turned. He stared at Genesis for a moment, before stuttering out some unrecognizable phrase. Genesis realized that the boy probably wouldn't be able to say anything clearly without prompting.
"Who are you, and how'd you get in here?" He heard a choking sound, and rushed forward to catch the boy as he crumpled. There was a 'thunk' as the glass hit the floor, and the ice clattered as it slid away. Genesis frowned a bit and adjusted his hold, stepping carefully to the couch.
As he laid the boy down on the couch, something moved out of the corner of his eye. Genesis looked down, and froze. There, sticking out of the blanket, was a tail. A wolf tail. There was a sharp intake of breath from behind him, and he glanced back, seeing the others staring at the two of them. Especially at the tail.
AN: Raise of hands. Who guessed it?
To Guest: Thanks for the nice-sized review. And the advice. I know there's weirder; I once ate broccoli with a Butterfinger Blizzard. Also, I don't have oven mitts; I usually use hand towels but I was being lazy, and just reached in to put down a quesadilla.
I know this chapter is really short, but my minds comin' up blank. Figured I'd post this now and work on it some more later.