There is a Dragon of scales and heart so black.
She wrote things for she was a hack.
She prayed and pleaded for Square not to sue,
For she makes no claims of owning, save the story, lest this day she rue.
An Inspiration fairy tackled me and I wrote this.
Feel free to hate me for the end of this chapter.
Chapter FOUR!
Zack was suffering from shock as he took into the mess that Sephiroth's room was in for one bare second.
Well, it was a mess compared the military precise order it was usually in. Zack swore that Seph used a ruler to place everything it was so perfect.
And he only looked at the room for one second because the next Sephiroth had called his name-/grinning/ (Seph never grinned, at least not like that.), dropped what he was doing (That looked nasty, he hopped that the mess hall hadn't sunk to a new low.), /flounced/ over to him (Very odd looking as he was still holding his sword.), and…well-Glomped him (Eep!).
Zack was in shock.
Sephiroth was talking.
"Oh Zack! It's going to be so great! We'll be A Family; I'll have A Real Family. I always wanted A Family, beyond SOLIDER and you and Cloud, of course you are enough, and Cloud is, well I don't know what Cloud is like to me, not a brother or a kid, though everyone treats him that way. Anyways, but it's so great and…"
What little coherence it had started with started to decline steeply-not that Zack got any of that to begin with. So he carefully extracted himself from his lover's grip and held him, hands on his upper arms, away from his body for a moment.
"Seph? What are you talking about? Slower this time."
Sephiroth blinked his green eyes slowly and beamed down at Zack. "Well with everything that Hojo has done to me--"
"Hojo!? Seph did he hurt you? Some new injection? You're acting funny, maybe you should lie down, I'll go get a thermometer. Do you want some Lethal? He would have given you a warning if you could have had any…"
Zack was already helping Sephiroth sit down, dreadfully worried about him. Sometimes Hojo's little tests would do weird things or nothing to Sephiroth. But Sephiroth was already shaking him off and standing up.
"No, no. I'm Fine Zack, really. You should take the Lethal away though since I'm not going to be taking any for about nine months."
Zack gave Sephiroth a bewildered look. All SOLDIERs carried a flask Lethal, as it was called. Lethal was called just that because that is what it was to normal folk, but it was the only thing that could get a mako enhanced human drunk, and even then it needed to be seriously diluted beforehand. No one knew what it was made out of except the little old man that made it. He lived up on the plate as /All/ the SOLDIERs helped pay for his home in addition to the near ridiculous price he charged for the stuff. Why would Seph not want his? And why not for nine months? Perhaps some sort of long-term experiment of Hojo's?
"Zack, I'm pregnant."
Zack blinked dumbly as he stared at Sephiroth.
Zack said the first thing that came to mind, came to almost any boyfriend's mind when they are told this.
"Are you sure it's mine?"
She wrote things for she was a hack.
She prayed and pleaded for Square not to sue,
For she makes no claims of owning, save the story, lest this day she rue.
An Inspiration fairy tackled me and I wrote this.
Feel free to hate me for the end of this chapter.
Chapter FOUR!
Zack was suffering from shock as he took into the mess that Sephiroth's room was in for one bare second.
Well, it was a mess compared the military precise order it was usually in. Zack swore that Seph used a ruler to place everything it was so perfect.
And he only looked at the room for one second because the next Sephiroth had called his name-/grinning/ (Seph never grinned, at least not like that.), dropped what he was doing (That looked nasty, he hopped that the mess hall hadn't sunk to a new low.), /flounced/ over to him (Very odd looking as he was still holding his sword.), and…well-Glomped him (Eep!).
Zack was in shock.
Sephiroth was talking.
"Oh Zack! It's going to be so great! We'll be A Family; I'll have A Real Family. I always wanted A Family, beyond SOLIDER and you and Cloud, of course you are enough, and Cloud is, well I don't know what Cloud is like to me, not a brother or a kid, though everyone treats him that way. Anyways, but it's so great and…"
What little coherence it had started with started to decline steeply-not that Zack got any of that to begin with. So he carefully extracted himself from his lover's grip and held him, hands on his upper arms, away from his body for a moment.
"Seph? What are you talking about? Slower this time."
Sephiroth blinked his green eyes slowly and beamed down at Zack. "Well with everything that Hojo has done to me--"
"Hojo!? Seph did he hurt you? Some new injection? You're acting funny, maybe you should lie down, I'll go get a thermometer. Do you want some Lethal? He would have given you a warning if you could have had any…"
Zack was already helping Sephiroth sit down, dreadfully worried about him. Sometimes Hojo's little tests would do weird things or nothing to Sephiroth. But Sephiroth was already shaking him off and standing up.
"No, no. I'm Fine Zack, really. You should take the Lethal away though since I'm not going to be taking any for about nine months."
Zack gave Sephiroth a bewildered look. All SOLDIERs carried a flask Lethal, as it was called. Lethal was called just that because that is what it was to normal folk, but it was the only thing that could get a mako enhanced human drunk, and even then it needed to be seriously diluted beforehand. No one knew what it was made out of except the little old man that made it. He lived up on the plate as /All/ the SOLDIERs helped pay for his home in addition to the near ridiculous price he charged for the stuff. Why would Seph not want his? And why not for nine months? Perhaps some sort of long-term experiment of Hojo's?
"Zack, I'm pregnant."
Zack blinked dumbly as he stared at Sephiroth.
Zack said the first thing that came to mind, came to almost any boyfriend's mind when they are told this.
"Are you sure it's mine?"