Title: High School Drama
Chapter: An Orange Briefcase
Author: Raserei Hojo
Summary: Ansem, sixteen years old, was thrust into high school. He agreed to go only because he thought he'd meet sexy girls… But he soon finds out the real reason he stays is to get to know The Senior.
Rating: T
Feedback: Very much so desired!
Story Warnings: Male/Male, shounen-ai
Pairings: Sephiroth/Ansem
Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters of Final Fantasy VII or Kingdom Hearts belong to Squaresoft. Any that are NOT recognizable belong to me. However, feel free to use them in any story you wish.

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Bliss! School was over. 3:15 in the afternoon and Ansem now had the evening to himself to do…homework. What was the point of homework? Hell, he was pretty sure it could be done in the four minutes he had between classes. Even if it couldn't be done in four minutes, he could bullshit his way through it. After all, he was skilled in that art when it came to socializing with the richer people.

"First… I'll go to the store and purchase a briefcase. This book bag is killing me." Reaching behind and massaging his back, he grumbled about the excessive amount of homework he had. "It's the first day…and I'm loaded with this useless work! I mean… Math homework? Who's going to do square roots in real life unless they're an engineer or a math teacher? Ugh…!"

"Obviously, you don't understand the nature of your homework."

Ansem clenched his fists together—he remembered the voice. This time, however, it was more like a delightful purr. When he smelled the scent of roses in the air, there was no doubt that it was the senior he had met earlier that day. He turned around, and his jaw nearly dropped.

Sephiroth was there, Ansem knew that. But his arms were wrapped around the waists of three cute girls who were giggling and clinging to him like he was their god. "If you don't understand why you have to do it, then you won't do well at all in this school."

Yes…definitely full of himself. Damn bastard… With three women, too! LUCKY bastard…

Sephiroth seemed to have noticed the annoyed twitch of Ansem's lip as he smirked and pulled the girls even closer. "Don't you wish you were me?"

"No, not at all." Not entirely, but I wouldn't mind being you at the moment.

"Oho. Jealous?" He jerked his head up, then gave each of the girls a tight embrace. "Love you Jasmine. Love you Aliyla. Love you Meredith." He gave each of them a pat on their butts, then shooed them away. "Do you have a problem with me?"

"Psh…!" Ansem scoffed and looked aside. "You're just making it take longer for me to get a briefcase."

Sephiroth sat on the marble floor and stretched out his legs. "Really?"

"Yeah, you are."

"Am I physically holding you back? Magically? Am I shoving you against the wall and stealing your lunch money?"

Ansem stared at him silently.

"Therefore, I am in fact not stopping you from doing anything. You're motionless and talking to me of your own free will. But if you really want a briefcase… Get a dark blue one. I think you'd look best in that. Unless… you'd want an orange one to match your eyes?"

"I can pick out a briefcase on my own, thank you."

"Excuse me, but why are you still here?"

Resisting the urge to kick him, Ansem growled and stalked out of the school. Sephiroth merely smiled at his departing figure, although his eyes were narrowed.

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At the mall, Ansem moodily searched for a school-approved briefcase. It had to be a solid color with either black or silver locks. That wasn't any fun at all! What if he wanted a logo of a band on there? No decorations at all? "Seriously. This school sucks! And that damn senior seems to have all the girls wrapped around his little finger…"

"Sir? Do you need any help?"

Blinking and coming out of his daze, Ansem looked at the sales clerk—he seemed to look like he had just come from his high school. Or maybe it was just the standard uniform.

"Ah, yes… I'm looking for a briefcase for Dark-Chain High School."

"Any particular color? Or would you like the standard black?"

Ansem thought for a moment… If I take the black brief case, I'll be like all of those other look-alikes at school. But if I take the orange… or even any other color… I'll be listening to Sephiroth. He groaned in frustration. The last thing he wanted to do was submit to someone like him, but…

"Do you have any in orange?" The words simply came out before he could stop them.

"Erm, well… yes, we do…" The sales clerk seemed to think orange was an odd choice, but he went into the back of the store and brought one over to Ansem. "Will this do?"

It really does match my eyes—Okay, never say that again, Ansem. "Yeah, thanks." He paid the forty dollars for it and rushed out of the store. He definitely felt stupid for purchasing such an outrages color of a briefcase, but still… it made him feel better not too blend in more than he had to.

As long as he didn't see Sephiroth until tomorrow, life would be good.

Author's Note: Hooray! I have updated! A special thanks to all of my reviewers. You were so generous. I hope you liked this chapter. I wrote it during my 7 hour wait for a friend who disappeared. Then she took a shower and hasn't come back yet.