Part Two: Sugar
"Well
I'm so garish, a little unfairish
The way I pick you up, and drop
you in a heap"
C:S
He was pouting.
That much was obvious, even if he seemed normal, his arms hanging easily by his sides as he laughed at something the dark haired man had said, he was definitely pouting. It wasn't so much his demeanor but rather an air he gave off, a mixture of petulance and snideness, he may look like an easy going, rather short, blonde trooper but Sephiroth knew the truth.
The kid was a brat and if that wasn't enough he was also a selfish, inconsiderate brat who had been ignoring him, albeit subtly, for the past hour or so. And if it was one thing that he really hated, besides annoying brunettes, it was to be ignored. Usually all it would take was a slight brush against the boy's neck and he would be purring against his chest in a matter of mere seconds.
Unfortunatly, today it seemed that the boy was in a particularly stubborn snit and refused to even acknowledge the eyes that burned into his skin. This in effect was making the owner of the eyes become increasingly agitated, though a normal human would have never guessed. By now he had mastered the art of acting indifferent in the face of a problem, this being especially handy at excruciatingly long and rather boring meetings that usually ended in one or more rookies being flung across training grounds in attempt not to kill them in mistake of a few high-ranking idiots. So, yes, he could manage to look like his normal, woman-swooning, self unless of course you had the stupidity to actually try and talk to him.
Sadly all this was lost on the blond boy as he and his friend decided to move off the wall they had been lounging against and towards a more interesting destination. A location that he highly suspected had something to do with food, seeing that the boy usually needed some sort of snack, usually something extremely unhealthy, around this time of day. After all it was the reason that the lower right hand drawer of his desk had been emptied of its previous contents and now stored an inane amount of junk food, all of which he really had no taste for. Of course the only reason he had it was because it was the easiest way to shut the boy up or at least that's what he told himself, sternly, many times.
It really was to bad that he ignored himself so often though; he probably had some really good advice, especially when it came to dealing with frustratingly cute blonds. With an inner sigh, after all he was supposed to be the picture of calm elegance, he turned and walked back into his office. Why they had given him an office with a balcony was beyond him, apparently they thought it was proper for his rank or some such nonsense. He would have preferred something that he didn't have to walk up twelve flights of stairs to get to, he had learned early on not to even bother with the elevator system unless of course he had an entire day to spend cursing whoever had decided it was a good idea to have to switch elevators four times just to get to the second floor, not that he had a need to go to the second floor but it was still bloody annoying.
Sitting down in the slightly poofy rollaway chair he ignored the large stack of 'urgent' documents and instead stared rather moodily at the door. If it had been any other day Cloud and Zack would have burst through that door, after having their usual contest of who could get up the stairs the fastest, and he would have pretended to be annoyed at their presence. The blond would have waved off his psuedo-anger and while grabbing something out of the drawer positioned himself in the perfect angle that Sephiroth couldn't help but grab onto the small waist and pull him into his lap. The rest of the hour would have been spent with him nibbling on the blond, the blond nibbling on something sweet and Zack managing to keep up a conversation with both of them.
As much as he hated to admit it, it was a routine that he had become exceedingly fond of; in fact several times in the past he had had to squash down the urge to glance at the clock out of anticipation of their arrival. Not that he was looking forward to it or anything it was just... just... Oh hell he couldn't even come up with a plausible excuse in his own mind. It truly was sad when a highly respected, okay feared, general was slowly turning incompetent by a small child just because said general had forgotten such a trivial thing as giving him a good morning kiss before he left on said morning.
Now he was referring to himself in the third person... lovely. As if being denied his afternoon dose of blonde and sugar wasn't enough he was going insane. Well it seemed like the perfect way to spend the rest of his day, after all it wasn't as if he had any real desire to actually do any paperwork and ruin his already spotless record for the best day of his life. Hmm... his sarcasm seemed to be losing its edge lately, maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had been randomly called away from board meetings by small disasters in the making, or rather small blonds demanding attention at the most inopportune moments, so he hadn't been able to keep it as razor fine as it usually was. Just another reason to add to the list of why he was angry at the little trooper or was he angry with him? It happened so often lately that he couldn't seem to keep track of it all anymore, though he did still manage to remember what he had eaten for lunch, six years ago, but that was blatantly beside the point.
Wait, what was his point again? With a sound that could only be described as a cross between a hiss and a growl he slammed his fist into his desk. This was getting ridiculous, he was a grown man for goodness sakes, one that managed to take care of himself very well thank-you-very-much, and he did not need a snippy child running his fragile sanity into the ground simply on a whim. And the strange thing was no matter how much he protested, denied it, even resented it he still let him do it, and he really had no idea why he let him.
If it had just been about the sex that would have been more pathetic than he was willing to admit to. After all he could easily go to one of the many, many willing participants on this floor alone and have a fun time, no commitment, no strings attached. But no, he had to pick the annoying, slightly adorable, blond that Zack had befriended. Come to think of it, what had attracted him to the slightly effeminate boy when he had first meet him? If he remembered correctly, which he did, he had been completely covered in mud head to toe, after a vicious fight in the rain which the general had had to come and break up after the materia blew a hole in the roof of the SOLDIER training gym. Come to think of it, that had also been when he had ordered that all cadets were only to use materia when supervised by someone who knew what the hell they were doing, surprisingly that didn't encompass as many people as one might think.
But back to the matter at hand, what had it been? He sat back in his chair, his face showing a slightly puzzled look on it, the closest it ever got to perturbed and then suddenly the slow breaking of memory dawned on him and the look turned into a slow, lazy grin. Oh, yes, now that was something very hard to forget indeed, he had asked the boy to take his shirt off. In all fairness it wasn't as bad as it sounded, he had been plastered in mud and was dripping on the brand new carpet he had just had installed in his office. The boy had turned a bright pink, an amazing feat considering that one could barely seen his face, but had done as he had been told. For someone still growing he had been quite well built, in fact he had had to stop himself from jumping him right there and then, after all he did have to at least wait until he had gotten the shirt over his head.
From there it just seem to have grown out of his control, somehow it ended up being something more than just physical attraction and he found himself living with the little blue-eyed snot after only three months. Which lead him back to his current dilemma, did he wait until later tonight to apologize to the still pouting boy, or did he blow off work early and see if he could head him off on his way back from the mess hall? Like he really needed to ask himself, which brought some rather disturbing questions to mind, like why did he find it so easy to talk to himself and did he really want to know, which he tactfully ignored for the time being.
With a move that would have made the worlds finest dancer look like a jester in iron clad boots, he gracefully rose from his desk and headed towards the door, coat and hair billowing majestically behind him. It would have been easier to jump down from the balcony but last time he had done that the people who's windows he had dropped past had nearly had heart attacks and it was so difficult finding competent help these days he didn't dare risk it. Besides he didn't feel like getting his hair caught in the railing again, once had been more than enough, and having a piece of it rip from his skull had been more painful than he was willing to admit. Not enough that it was noticeable but still, one must keep up appearances, it wouldn't do for Shinra's finest general to be found strangled by his own hair.
But that was getting off track, he had a mission after all, it wouldn't do for him to be denied his daily dose of sugar. After all it was one of the basic health requirements to a healthy balanced diet and who was he to argue with that?
C:S
Woot! Finished:Grin: and it only took me what, two to three months? Whose to argue with that insane troll logic? Sorry people, as I said before my update schedule would be rather sporadic, especially with graduation coming up in two months, and I don't really have the time that I used to, to devote to a steady update schedule. Of course those who know me will wonder when exactly I had such a thing but that's beside the point.
This chapter is dedicated to Silver Pard for keeping me highly amused during this long haul and being the inspiration to actually finish this chapter. In fact a small part of this chapter, the slight hair paranoia, was inspired from her fic, Why Waist Length? Which I pretend to beta, she really doesn't need and I'm just happy I get to read it before everyone else, if you liked this story her story is going to have you rolling on the floor in laughter.
Really I have no idea what this chapter was about, Sephiroth simply started tugging on my ear and I simply let him ramble. Of course the only reason I got this done was that he was slightly incapacitated from the hellish ACT's we took today. Yes, I do mean we, I had him glaring over my shoulder for the entire thing, not that easy to concentrate let me tell you.
Thanks for putting up with me and I hoped you enjoyed Sephiroth's demented rambling for this chapter. Next chapter its Clouds turn and guess what? The boys are in a snit again. Surprise, surprise. :Sigh: I swear I had a plot to this when I started, it was rather angsty too, and look well that turned out... --
Loves!
Lizzie
P.S. I seem to have a moral thing with line breaks, I don't like the way they change the flow of the chapter so weirdly, so I'm using C:S for my breaks. I wonder if you can guess what inspired that... :Snigger: Once again Quick Edit we come at odds... :Glare: