Disclaimer: I do not own CCFF7, related characters, places, etc. Or Subway. Or Hotdog on a Stick. I just write this weird stuff.

Warnings: Chaos gave me the idea for this. That should be warning enough. XD Nah, um, insinuation of yaoi, Genesis being himself, Sephiroth being a health nut, ummm…. Two dudes kissing? Hell, I don't know. If my normal stuff isn't your speed, RUN AWAY.

AN: Don't ask.

SOME DAYS

Days off were a rare occasion and to be taken very seriously. Normally the triumvirate did not share such days, as if one of them was to be relieved from duty, surely ShinRa, SOLDIER, would need the other two. Sephiroth wondered what he had done to deserve the day off with Genesis, but he was not about to ask, lest suspicions arise. This relationship had to remain under wraps.

Hopefully no one had figured it out yet.

Taking in a deep breath, Sephiroth lingered up on the landing, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. For him, the air outside the ShinRa tower was fresh, so clear and flighty. The air inside the tower often became heavy, oppressive, unbearable. The air of Midgar was enough for him.

Opening his eyes, he glanced over at Genesis. From the look the redhead was giving him, Sephiroth could tell he did not feel the same way. Then again, Genesis had grown up in the countryside, not in the ShinRa tower. The General constantly had to remind himself of that fact.

Time was ticking. They were both required to keep their phones on at all times, in case an emergency arose. There shouldn't be one, but President ShinRa was prone to paranoia and false alarms. Sephiroth pulled out his cellphone from its hidden resting place inside his long, black coat, glancing at the screen before flipping it shut. The day had only started two hours prior. First had been a check up from their dedicated scientists, and second was breakfast, then they were free… after Genesis had finished primping, which was that whole second hour.

By now Sephiroth's hair was dry from his early morning shower and people were coming out of their houses to go to work or just wander around. It did not matter to him, so long as people kept out of his way. The last thing he needed was an assault from a fanclub to ruin his day of relaxation. Knowing Genesis, he would just pose for their cameras or read them Loveless rather than trying to get away.

That thought in mind, Sephiroth started off, strides long and gliding as they carried him down into the city. They could have gotten transport down into the city proper, to wherever they wanted, but both had agreed, walking would do for today. They could catch a ride if there was need at the ShinRa building, otherwise they wanted this to last for as long as possible.

This was mostly Genesis dragging Sephiroth from shop to shop, making the silver haired General look at various fancy outfits and such. It was awkward, to say the least. People were eying them, how they were comfortable walking close together, how they would brush arms now and then without any reaction but carrying on, how easily they seemed to converse.

Heads were definitely turning.

Luckily, it seemed as though people were writing it off as them being comrades at arms. They had to know each other well, be comfortable and trusting of each other, to work so efficiently together on the battle field. And they were friends. Friends. What a farce. It looked like Genesis was reveling in it.

"I'm hungry." There was a whining tone to Genesis' voice which told Sephiroth there was no waiting. Genesis wanted food and he wanted it now. If he did not get food, he would no doubt make a scene.

That was the last thing Sephiroth needed with how much attention they were already getting.

"I saw a grouping of small food establishments back down that street." Sephiroth gestured down the way they had just come, glancing at the clock on his phone. Still no calls. It was already lunch. Sephiroth caught himself hoping there wouldn't be any calls.

Without waiting, Genesis hopped along that way, a bounce to his step which had been there all day. It was starting to make him suspicious. Sephiroth was surprising himself; Genesis was always up to something, and yet somehow, he'd managed not to be worrying over the redhead's every mischievous move. They were starting to get used to one another.

It brought a small smile to Sephiroth's lips.

He was in love with Genesis. There was no doubt about it. With tensions in Wutai escalating, he knew there would be long missions, long times apart. There was a chance one of them might die. Sephiroth wanted to tell Genesis before they had to be parted.

Seeing the bright yellow Subway sign standing out amongst all the other advertisements, Sephiroth strode over to the line, getting the whole wheat bread, some marinated chicken, practically all the vegetables. He got a sports drink full of nutrients to finish it off, paying (though the manager insisted he eat for free; Genesis was surely taking advantage of such treatment wherever he was).

Soon enough he was sitting at a metal picnic table, unwrapping his delicious and healthy sub sandwich. It wasn't long before Genesis joined him with… a hotdog. Sephiroth's silver eyebrows furrowed in, a crease forming between them, lips set into a firm line.

"That is…"

"Something the scientists would never let me eat."

"For a reason, Genesis." Sephiroth continued frowning, staring at the long cylinder of pink meat buried firmly in a pair of buns. Genesis licked his lips with a slow dedication, half a smirk quirking onto them as he raised the hotdog to his mouth. The way he took it between his lips suggested this was more than just eating food.

Sephiroth took a sip of his drink (Genesis had a soda of all things), almost choking as Genesis wrapped his lips around his phallic feast. It wasn't what Genesis was eating that got to him. It was how Genesis was eating it, and the look in those startling blue eyes, so bright, so full of lust. Sephiroth coughed and set back to eating, concentrating on his own food and finishing it as fast as possible.

That clothing store down the street did not have cameras in the changing rooms, after all.