Title: Nightmares

Author: Chibi Envy Chan

Warnings: swearing and Genesis being a pain

Pairings:

Summary: There are worse things than facing rebels and SOLDIERs.

Disclaimer: Chibi doesn't own Final Fantasy VII.

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After a hard workout with his student, Angeal wanted nothing more than to soak in his tub, minus the rubber chocobos that his student was so fond of. He even gave a demonstration with his prized Buster sword, but he had no opponent. His student wanted to see him in action with the massive blade.

Use brought wear, tear, and rust. He always said that.

If he didn't have the mako in his system, he wouldn't have heard the soft scuffing in the small room. Since there were no reports of experiments escaping, he figured it was a spy or a ninja from Wutai.

Reaching for his Buster sword (standard sword broken) and the door handle, Angeal prepared to meet an ambush.

What he wasn't expecting to find was Genesis. In the moment it took to gather his thoughts, his childhood friend yanked him in and slammed the door shut. It sounded loud to him.

"What are you mfffppphhhh-" Angeal glared at Genesis and the red glove over his mouth.

"You'll alert them," Genesis whispered, knowing Angeal heard every single word, thanks to the mako.

"Alert who?" Angeal whispered back. This was becoming more ridiculous by the second.

"Them," the red head hissed. He pressed an ear against the door.

"Who are them?"

"You know them!"

"The Turks? They'll find you eventually," Angeal commented. He wanted to leave, but Genesis blocked the only exit large enough for him to fit through.

Genesis pried himself off the door. "You think I'm scared of those Turkeys. Please Angeal, give me more credit than that."

Outside the Turks and the legendary three, Angeal couldn't think of anything that would cause Genesis to hide. "Is it scarlet?" She had an irritating laugh.

"She's as scary as a chickabo."

It couldn't be Hojo or Hollander. This first class enjoyed tormenting them whenever he could get away with it. However, he avoided them right before and after his booster shots.

"And it's not Creepy and Creepier," Genesis said as if reading his mind. He placed a gloved hand over his lips.

The shrieks came closer and closer until they stopped right outside the door. Loud cooing ensued before the squealing disappeared in the distance. It should be safe.

Outside a cadet stood confused, arm full of bags filled with goodies. He attempted to stand at attention, nearly falling over, if it weren't for the fast acting Angeal.

"At ease cadet," the dark haired first ordered with a kind tone. "We're off duty. You can call me Angeal." He didn't like separating himself from his subordinates.

Genesis rolled his eyes. "Your puppy is training you. Ah that's his student. Well you call him that. It sounds appropriate for him." Between the confused look and the annoyed look, Genesis found himself to be amused.

"Zack?" the timid cadet asked.

"The only one," Genesis chuckled. "Wait a minute, didn't Puppy say he has a student? I remember something about a chickabo." This earned him a glare but he found it to be quite adorable. He petted the poor cadet like a chocobo.

"I'm surprised you remember," Angeal said and added. "Don't tease him." He swatted the red head's hand away from the cadet.

"Spoilsport," Genesis pouted. He would have added more except he heard a loud shriek. "Oh shit. Run for your lives!"

Angeal blinked several times. They lurched forward as they were dragged away.

"Can't you two run?"

"The cadet can't keep up," Angeal mentioned. The training helped, but it was nothing compared to their first class SOLDIER training.

Genesis solved this by scooping up the cadet and carrying him bridal style. "Now run faster!"

"Yes, sir," Angeal said, catching up with the red head.

Loud piercing squeals followed them. How could they keep up with two first class SOLDIERs? Maybe the company should hire them.

Genesis made a turn and disappeared into an office. Angeal followed and then realized who the office belonged to. Sadly for the cadet it was too late, he fainted at the sight of the owner.

"Genesis, Angeal," Sephiroth greeted. He looked down at the bundle in Genesis' arms. "Isn't he too young for you?"

Hearing this, Genesis scowled. "I'm not like certain balls of lard. Besides I don't know him… Well I do know he's the student of the puppy."

"They allow SOLDIER candidates to enter at that age?" Sephiroth frowned. It appeared he was going to have a word with the director.

Angeal shrugged. He didn't deal with admissions. "His name is Cloud Strife."

"If he's injured, wouldn't it make sense to take him to the medical wing?" the silver haired general asked. He paused in writing his report, giving them his full attention.

"He isn't injured, and Genesis, quit trying to climb out the window," Angeal said. He snatched the unconscious cadet from his arms. "If you plan on exiting that way, leave Cloud behind. He isn't enhanced."

Genesis mulled over it and nodded. "Yes, mother dearest."

"Would you care to explain why you're in my office and Genesis using the quickest way out?" Sephiroth glanced between the two. The paperwork felt so ignored.

Shrugging Angeal motioned to his childhood friend.

"Worse than Turkeys and the blimps after eating chili," Genesis said, shuddering at the thought. "They wouldn't dare come here."

Sephiroth raised a brow. "You're a first class SOLDIER. Deal with it. I can't believe I'm telling this to you of all people."

Genesis wa put off by this. He pouted. "You would hide too!"

"Hide from what, Gen?" Angeal asked. "You haven't told me."

"… They're a force to be reckoned with," Genesis started. "In small groups, they're not hard to handle, but they tend to flock together. Don't be fooled by their appearances or their voices. Gods, I hope none have enough balls to enter here."

"You're doing it again," Angeal said. Why was it so hard to answer a simple question?

"The most horrifying thing in the history of mankind. Fan girls."