A/N: Thank you for reviewing, Essence of Doom. I am still bored and still running out of ideas, but with luck... I'll be able to finish the One Winged Angel, that includes the American part and added verses. Well, in the last chapter I'll stick it in anyway. Wait... do you actually like my writing or... )shakes head( ...getting a little off topic there. Breath deep, no one likes your writing. Everyone hates you. There )smiles( I feel better! On with the utterly pointless stuff...
Veni, veni, venias,
Ne me mori facias
Veni, veni, venias,
Ne me mori facias
Veni, veni, venias, Gloriosa
Ne me mori facias Glenerosa
Veni, veni, venias, Gloriosa
Ne me mori facias Glenerosa
)()(
Sephiroth sat there. Zack stared at him in utter disbelief. Annoyed, Sephiroth went back to stabbing Hojo's face with his knife. Zack blinked.
"How many Hojo pictures do you have?" Zack asked, forgetting the question he had just asked and remembered how Sephiroth had taken out a brand new photo of Hojo on several occasions...
-Flash back-
(On the Wutain front)
"Hojo disgusts me!" Sephiroth said as he stomped in.
"I agree with you there buddy," Zack said turning a page in his magazine. He was laying on his stomach upon the bed across from Sephiroth's. He looked over as Sephiroth took out a small knife and continuously stabbed a Hojo picture. Frowning, he went back to his magazine.
(Later... when they got the cat)
"You evil demon!" Sephiroth screeched, chasing after the cat with an unsheathed Masamune. "Return my property at once!" Zack watched as the Sephiroth chased the cat throughout the apartment.
"What's wrong?" he asked Sephiroth as he sped after the demonic cat. Sephiroth stopped and gave looked at him, his eyes purely set on killing the cat.
"That demonic monster stole my knife!" he yelled, pointing to the cat's tail. Zack shrugged.
"I don't see what the big deal is." he shrugged again. "You can always buy another."
"No," Sephiroth made a gesture, which made Zack confused. "That's my Hojo killing knife, no knife can takes it's place."
"Right..." Zack nodded. "I'm just going to be in my room now..." he walked into his room and locked the door.
(In a meeting)
Zack peered over to Sephiroth, who was doing something strange under the table. As the other executives talked, Zack pretended to take notes, leaning closer to the table. He was able to see Hojo's face and a knife going in and out of it. He sweat dropped.
-End Flash back-
"Too many," Sephiroth said coldly, still whittling away at Hojo's face.
"Like how many too many?" Alex asked. She always seemed to walk in right in the middle of a conversation. Zack tilted his head at her.
"Try five hundred," he said under his breath. The boyfriend and girlfriend looked at each other in amazement.
"How'd you get so many?!" Zack asked.
"When I was younger," Sephiroth said, still attacking the now deformed Hojo picture. "I asked him to give me a photo of himself every time I came in."
"Wouldn't you have more then?" Sephiroth nodded.
"I've started destroying more recently..." he trailed off as he let the picture flutter to the ground.
"Why?" Sephiroth smiled.
"That's why I need a distraction..." he smirked at Zack.
"To get more pictures?" Alex sighed and put up a hand to rub her head as Sephiroth shook his head.
"To get it back." he couldn't say the name of his beloved sword. And well, Zack was horribly confused. He mistook Sephiroth's 'it' for something else... I'll let your dirty minds think in overdrive at this moment, trying to think what Zack thunk. Okay...
"I'll help you!" he said happily, raising his fist.
"So will I!" Alex also raised her fist into the air.
"That's wonderful," he said, waving the alliance away. "But, I can't think of a plan good enough to distract Hojo..."
"We could use Zack!" Alex smiled peppily. Zack gave her a look of fear and anger... feagner! Sephiroth shook his head.
"I already thought that one through..." Zack frowned, he had actually thought of him for a test subject for Hojo! Life was cruel and unusual for him, it was.
(Sometime and a list of failed plans later...)
"Okay," Alex sighed. They sat at the kitchen table, thinking up ways to distract Hojo. "Here's the list again." she handed Sephiroth the list. It read:
'1. Throw Hojo, or one of his students, out the window and as the others watch said person fall, we will steal back 'it.' (Z)
2. Give them all sour patches and walk past them to retrieve 'it.' (S)
3. Make an experiment go wrong. (A)
4. Disguise ourselves as scientists and take 'it' from under Hojo's nose. (Z)
5. Make Hojo read Fan fiction from about his ultimate demise. (S)
6. Drag Rufus down to distract Hojo while we steal 'it.' (A)
7. Kill someone with some mako, then ship them off to Hojo's lab. We follow and steal back 'it.'
8. Tell Hojo that Vincent will awaken in a few years. (S)
9. Drag Scarlet down to distract Hojo. (A)
10. Break something in his lab. (Z)
11. Tell Hojo that I will go insane in a few years, burn Nibelheim to the ground, get drowned in mako, summon Meteor, and die. (S)
12. Drag Hojo to a strip club. (A)'
"Hey Seph," Sephiroth nodded to Zack. "You're ideas don't make a lot of sense." Sephiroth blinked at him.
"Yeah!" Alex agreed. "Who the hell is Vincent?" she asked. Sephiroth shrugged. Alex frowned. "I need a break." she slammed her head onto the table.
"I'll take her back to her house," Zack said, getting up and slinging the red head over his shoulder.
"I take it I'll have the apartment to myself?" Sephiroth asked his friend. Zack waved back at him.
"Yep." Sephiroth looked down at the list again. Carefully, he put it down and went into his bedroom. Opening the closet, Sephiroth opened a box that was placed on the floor, he took out a photo, closed the box and closet, pulled out his knife, and started to attack Hojo's picture.
(About, well... twelve hours later)
Sephiroth sat on the floor of his closet, his cat-like pupils adjusting to the darkness. He heard a thumping noise, another. Then another, then his window was opened.
"John," a familiar voice said. "We were lucky last time, he only threw us out of the window." Sephiroth looked through the slanted slits in his closet door, to the two men in his bedroom... again.
"Only?!" John practically shouted. "He should get demoted or something!" Sephiroth frowned. They obviously thought that he was gone. Sephiroth grabbed his knife. This was not only his 'Hojo killing knife,' but his killing knife in general. He just wanted to see what they were up to. Bob pouted. They had confirmed general sitings leaving the area, Sephiroth heard it through their walky-talkies.
"Great!" Bob said, sarcastically. "Now he'll run back in a mad rage and cut us in half."
"Shut up!" John opened the second drawer in Sephiroth's dresser. "Cool!" he picked up one of Sephiroth's leather pants. "These are long..." Bob said nothing.
"Aren't we here for his underwear." John sighed.
"Yeah, now we have to get ones that are actually from his dresser." He flipped through the drawer. John shook his head. "Next," he closed the drawer and opened the third and final one. In it were boxers and briefs.
"Why does he have two kinds?" John shrugged, then he brightened.
"He has briefs 'cause of the leather dumb-ass." he picked up a pair of briefs.
"What about the boxers?" silence... there was the sound of a drawer closing and foot steps. "You didn't answer."
"Because he..." John was interrupted.
"Because he would like to be left alone." a voice from behind them said.
"Well, that doesn't really make any sense..." he trailed off as Sephiroth hit in the back of the neck and let him slump to the floor. Sephiroth then caught John by the collar, and threw him out the window. He was shortly followed by his unconscious friend. Unfortunately for Zack, who was taking the long way home, he just happened to be under Sephiroth's window and the two pantie raiders fell on top of him.
"What the fu-!" he was muffled as John squirmed on top of him.
"Get up, Bob!" he shook Bob, who was laying on him. No, he didn't even realize that someone was underneath him. He's just that level of considerate.
"Five more minutes..." Bob mumbled. John sighed.
"Jesus Christ!" John smacked his head.
"For the love of Jenova," Zack corrected though the dirt. John blinked a few times and pushed Bob off of him, standing up and dusting himself lightly. His eyes darted.
"Who's there?!" Zack sat up, rubbing his head.
"That hurt like hell..." he mumbled. John blinked and then jumped back with horror. The black haired man looked up and saw a flash of silver in the window. "For the love of Jenova," he smacked his head. Then, he brushed himself off as he stood. He understood what 'it' was now. But, he had to ask Sephiroth. He looked to John, who had already taken off running, and Bob, who was slung over his shoulder, and a ball of white cloth in John's hand.
(Back in the general's quarter's... again)
Sephiroth was attacking another picture of Hojo while pacing. He could multitask very well, with Hojo dead. He would stay sane. Forever and ever. Zack barged in.
"What the hell did you do that for!?" anger clearly visible in his voice. Sephiroth stopped his pacing and killing of Hojo to blink a few times at Zack. Then, he continued to pace.
)()(
Veni, veni, venias, Gloriosa
Ne me mori facias Glenerosa
Veni, veni, venias, Gloriosa
Ne me mori facias Glenerosa
Sephiroth
Sephiroth
A/N: I need help! I can't come up with anymore ideas! You read, so please review... )puppy dog eyes( ... something's wrong with me! Other than the fact that I'm insane, but... you all should have known that from my writing. Once again, I bow down to Essence of Doom, for actually reviewing my fic. I will try and continue as long as I get some ideas...
Disclaimer: I do not own Hojo, Sephiroth, the ShinRa, Rufus, Scarlet, the Masamune, or Wutai. Those people with the high IQ scores at Squaresoft do. I do own John, Bob, Alex, and the cat. All of the random ideas in the list are mine, except for Number 2. Gil to my dad for giving me that idea! And the idea for Twiss... but that's a whole different fanfic!