A/N: It's official, no more author appearances. It throws off the whole random storyline. Different approach to this chapter, Sephiroth PoV because, well, it's his bad day and he deserves every single thought in it. So there. Oh, and sorry for the shortness…

Chapter Name: What a Horrible Day! Part II

Chapter Summary: Well, that poor little chibified man gets a whole bunch more problems… and a little case of delirium…

Rating: PG 13; why? I dunno…. I'm just going with it

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from FFVII or its affiliating games, Squaresoft owns the good FFVII, Square-Enix FFX, Some toy company owns Barbie and her compatriots; oh, but I do own some other things here –innocent face -

Warning: Reality confusion/warped mind; and don't forget a doctor or two O-o

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Green eyes looked about the white washed walls, knowing what awaited him. No – he was past the point of wondering. Past the point of random speculation and delirity brought on by blood loss. He just knew.

And though his memory failed him on how exactly he arrived in this horrendous place of memory, that knowledge didn't matter. Because- BECAUSE!!

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He knew.

Sephiroth, like the insane man he grew up to become, so looooooong ago (you know, like his hair), sat in pious position before the malicious looking poster of a needle on the wall behind him. The seats about him were practically empty, save for the sniffling pink-wearing, blonde, all-around idiotic Kelly a mere hand span away. Oh, and let's not forgot the other moronic blonde crouching on the ground before him with those mako induced eyes of his and staring up at that accursed pair of scissors lodged within his forehead.

Oh, but those didn't matter any more. They were past the point of mattering.

Because Sephiroth knew. He knew what awaited beyond that long corridor of – of – TORTURE!

Ah, but no, he wouldn't fall for that. He wouldn't be pulled away from the warmth of his own blood like a sniveling dog down to the corridors of Hojo's laboratory. NAY! This general wasn't just a normal general! HE WAS THE BEST!!! Who did Hojo think he was?? Forcing him to wait here like some malformed chocobo awaiting treatment from a vet. PHA! That deranged monkey would have to come out here and force Sephiroth into that coffin to be spliced with this child! How the President could allow that madman's work to continue was beyond the silver-haired man's mind!

Honestly, he had somehow – between the course of retrieving his sword from that madman's presence and falling unconscious after Scarlet's attack and those two morons raiding his more personal items(O,o sounds similar to: Sephiroth and the Masamune…) – been turned into a smaller version of himself by Hojo's malicious intentions! How could a two and a half-foot foot nothing strike fear into the hearts of the planet??

IT JUST DIDN'T WORK THAT WAY!!!!

Hmph.

And who was this idiot at his feet like some concerned parent? Well not, mind you, that Sephiroth was so irritated by the fact that someone was at his feet, ready to be walked on; more in the manner of those SOLDIER green eyes that said: 'you're not very bright, are you?' As if he were as moronic as a green recruit!!!!

Ugh, ShinRa had been becoming desperate if all the new SOLDIERS were similar to this one. Pha. The silver-haired general had too much dignity to speak with such a lowly life form as – hey!

The godly head of the general swiveled to the small child that had thrown the paper cup to the sharp object protruding, now, from his head. The small boy smirked and waved his middle finger at the man as his other arm lay limp and motionless in a battered trashcan. Annoying brat! How dare they believe that it was alright to throw garbage at he – the strongest man in existence!!! URG! What were parents thinking now-a-days???

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AND WHAT WAS A CHILD DOING IN THE SHINRA LABORATORIES!?!?!

… another experiment perhaps? Well… that would explain the insolence.

Resuming his stance, the general awaited the madman's appearance in utmost stoicacy. And as he turned back to stare down the looming corridor, his green eyes caught those of a strange looking woman, whose own green gaze was a swirl of emerald colors, but he chose to ignore her. Obviously, she was another experiment, but she deserved no more attention than she had already received.

"Seph, are you even going to look at me?" came a strangely familiar voice from beneath the feet of the silver-haired man, coincidentally ending his train of thought before it began.

Such impudence! Addressing him by a casual nick-name without even having the respect to include a simple 'sir' in his words! Who did this man think he was: Zachary?? Well, perhaps, an acquaintance of Zachary's… speaking of Zachary, where in the planet was that incomptent fool?? Knightblade… one of these days… he was going to feel the brunt of Sephiroth's anger.

An annoyed sigh escaped the form of the person below him. "Seph, I know you're probably a little angry, but, come on." A little angry…? Perchance this person was actually Zachary's relative, being so utterly reliant on independent thought and all. Especially when that independent thought was completely moronic.

"The doctor called us in an hour ago but you haven't moved in inch." Inwardly, the silver-haired man smirked. Ah, yes, the sweet doctor… that madman would not be able to entice Sephiroth into journeying down that corridor if his very life depended on it.

"If you don't move, I'm going to pick you up." …?

At the words, the general felt his brows furrow. Now who would be so idiotic as to attempt to pick up the general of the ShinRa Arm-

The world spun for a moment, and there was a feeling of weightlessness.

For a moment, the silver-haired man blanched.

But, before the general could even think to contain his anger, he snapped at the SOLDIER that had just flung him onto a bare shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN YOU INSOLENT FOOL!!" The small arms and legs that now made up the greatest portion of Sephiroth's body thrashed and kicked, but it did not good as he was taken down the corridor of torture and death.

And as the blonde-haired man strode forward, holding down his obvious superior, Sephiroth growled deep in his throat. A growl of rage and bloodlust. Mostly, though, he directed it at the scissors lodged in his brain, obviously stopping all coherent strategic and coherent thought from reaching any portion of his those working sections of his brain.

There was no means of escape.

Whiteness surrounded the silver-haired general, coming from all sides, above, below, left, right, center, floating cards, spinning tops, bubble gum fairies… they were all there… mocking him.

A wave of dizziness crashed over him as the blonde man carried the small boy deeper into the labyrinth of twisted mayhem and death. And soon, the whiteness and those hallucinations, faded into the darkness of slumber.

But on coherent thought echoed through the silver-haired man's mind, one simple thought.

'Zachary's petulance for men of greater stature and lesser intelligence than even he has led to a remarkable ingenuity of falsified idiocy as a façade for the general populace of ShinRa… I think I finally understand…'

A/N: Ooopsss… looks like this day isn't over yet… but, being one who hasn't updated in what, well over a year? I guess, maybe I should just keep you guessing. I really don't know what happened to me, but now I'm back. Not like I once was, but, trust me, the next chapter will be more… Demented Child-esc in the sense of Sephiroth driving Cloud to the very pits of insanity. Well… only if you all review….