There were few things that could amuse Genesis Rhapsodos for an extended period of time. There was Loveless, which he read over and over again. Harassing Angeal, a simple pleasure that, when you have been friends your entire life, was very simple to achieve. Recently he had found a new way to amuse himself which almost made the other two obsolete, and that was watching Sephiroth act like a normal human.

The great general always seemed to be nothing more than a methodical killing machine, one that followed his own personal schedule to the minute, possibly even the second. Genesis, however, loved to mix up the schedule that the man loved so dearly with simple things, like hiding Sephiroth's phone or changing the alarm time when the silver haired man was in the locker room - never by much, but just enough to leave the man flustered and trying to regain those five minutes he was missing out of the schedule.

There was also the matter of the man's "time of the month" as so many had put it. His usually calm demeanor, and even his way of dealing with people, was seemingly thrown aside and the Sephiroth was prone to angry bursts in a level that would rival any woman's. This was always when Genesis decided to "stir the pot", as he liked to put it. He loved seeing the reserved man unhinged, irate even and actually acting like the human being he was. It was, quite honestly, his favorite thing to do, even if it was something incredibly simple that set the man off.

"Genesis, where is the yogurt?"

"What yogurt?" Genesis looked up from his book.

"My yogurt. The yogurt I have every day for breakfast."

"I haven't touched it. You must be out."

"I bought fresh yogurt from the Mideelian market yesterday."

It was an obsession with the General, to eat yogurt EVERY DAY for breakfast: yogurt and a glass of orange juice. In the many months they had lived together the red head had never, ever seen the man go without the yogurt he so dearly loved.

Angeal stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hair. "The only yogurt that was in there was rotten. I threw it out yesterday because it was stinking up the fridge."

It was astounding how pungent the Mideelian yogurt was. However, the addition of a little charcoal dust from an almost forgotten art kit and an implication to Angeal that it was rotten? Well, at that point, the only honorable thing for Angeal to do was get rid of it, and Genesis was happily rid of the disgusting smelling yogurt.

"Mideel makes their yogurt with a berry that is rather strong smelling. It was going to be eaten today and out of the fridge. It was in no way rotten."

Genesis watched the general peer back into the refrigerator and noted how the man was chewing on his bottom lip, again. It was a habit that Genesis had seen him perform many times. The oral fixation was also not simply localized to his lip. The general could be easily nicknamed "Sephiroth the Obliterator of Pens" or "Sephiroth the Destroyer of Nails."

It would seem that whenever something was bothering him, he would immediately begin to chew on whatever he could. Erasers stood no chance, more than one pen had dyed the man's lips briefly blue, and his nails were victim more than any other object. It was odd though, Genesis had never seen the silver haired man chew on his fingers. He only noticed it when the man's hands were still for an extended period of time.

What could a man as powerful as that have to worry about?

"I am sorry, Seph. I did not know it wasn't rotten. I will buy you some more after I get out of work today. I know that there are eggs in there or perhaps some cereal?"

Angeal was always forth coming with apologies and offers to fix the situation. He had even stopped drying his hair to try to soothe the situation. The silver haired man did not move from his spot, however, nor did he look to acknowledge Angeal in any way.

"I do not want eggs. I do not eat anything for breakfast besides yogurt."

The chewing on his lip had increased to the point where Genesis could have sworn he had broken the skin. Sephiroth shut the fridge door and turned to Angeal.

"You don't have any yogurt. We do have plenty of other-"

That answer was apparently not good enough for the General as he grabbed his coat and strode towards the door, skipping steps five thru nine of his morning routine.

"Where are you going?" Angeal asked, frowning at Sephiroth's back.

"To work."

"You haven't eaten anything."

"I do not have anything to eat."

"There are plenty of things you could eat for breakfast."

This was swiftly becoming a mother- child argument. Angeal and, his occasionally over bearing mother hen ways, were forcing the miffed general to the point that Genesis was waiting for him to simply throw himself on the floor in the worst temper tantrum Shinra had seen since Rufus was told he wasn't allowed a pet.

This was not part of the plan.

Genesis stood from his spot and walked to the fridge, opening the door to dig through to the back. He pulled out one of his energy shakes, a banana, and then grabbed some ice from the freezer.

"But none of them are what I want." Sephiroth persisted.

"You are being silly. There are plenty of options, if you give me a moment I could make pancakes or something."

Genesis winced and took note that their commanding officer had gone very still. There were few things one should never refer to him as. Silly or childish ranked very high on that list.

"If you hadn't thrown away my breakfast there would be no problems."

Angeal's frown turned into a scowl. "It looked like it was rotten and I didn't want anyone to get sick."

Genesis swiftly put the ingredients gathered into the blender and turned it on.

"Maybe if you had ASKED-"

"IT LOOKED MOLDY!"

When the blender stopped the red head poured the contents into a bowl, grabbed the nearest spoon, and stepped into the middle of the yelling.

"Here," he said, thrusting the dish at Sephiroth.

"I don't want-"

Before the man could finish Genesis scooped up a bit of the mixture and popped the spoon into his mouth.

"There is a recipe for how to make a "yogurt like treat" on the back of the carton. I hope it will suffice. Your workout is quite physically demanding and it would be a poor choice to go without anything to help fuel it. After work, if you would like, the three of us can go pick out breakfasts that would be appealing to all of us."

The General looked less than impressed at the spoon that was shoved into his mouth, but nodded and took the bowl to the table. Happy with the response, Genesis turned to the dark haired man who was still looking rather angry.

"Calm yourself. All is well mother hen."

Angeal bristled, but said nothing, turning and making his way back to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

That taken care of, Genesis walked to the table and sat. "May I ask you something?"

Sephiroth chewed slightly on the plastic spoon that Genesis had grabbed out of convenience, but nodded.

"Why do you only have yogurt for breakfast? I know you say that morning is the most convenient time for you to eat it, but no one gets that attached to a breakfast food unless there is reason. "

The silver haired man finished his pseudo- yogurt and pushed the bowl away. "I need something to coat my stomach or else I am prone to terrible stomach aches. It is something that the mako in my system does to me."

"Milk won't have the same effect?"

"Negative. I cannot drink milk straight. It makes me ill."

Genesis nodded. "We will pick up some more yogurt after work today. Are you aware your lip is bleeding?"

Sephiroth licked the blood away and frowned.

"I am rather late. I must be going was there-"

Genesis shook his head. "There is nothing else."

The general stood and went back to finish off his routine, only coming up short by five minutes of his usual time.

"Genesis."

The red head looked up from the spot he resumed on the couch.

"If you ever touch the settings on my phone again I WILL remove your hands."

"Yes, sir."

The silver haired man nodded and left the apartment.

Genesis leaned back, smiling to himself. He really did enjoy seeing the man act his age. It was easily forgotten that he was sixteen. It wasn't always easy to tell by the way he acted or dressed. One could not tell by the way he demanded authority or barked orders at cadets double his age. It was, however, easy to tell when he had his guards down, easy to see he was human, that his emotions were just as present as anyone else.

Even if all Genesis would be able to get out of him at that point was anger, maybe, one day, the man would trust his new "friends" and allow them to see all of his emotions.

All Genesis could do was hope.

~Thank you all for taking the time to read. A HUGE thank you to those that reviewed; VioletIsInPain, XxOngakuxX,and ShadesofImagination. I also must give a secondary shout out to ShadesofImagination who has been ever so nice and offered to be my beta! My usual beta KissofJudas has had limited time as of late so to help me out Shades has offered to assist! Thank you! As always please feel free to review positive or negative. I don't bite promise (well maybe only a little). Thanks for reading! Also still taking suggestions so feel free to toss them out there! ~CR13