AN: I thought I'd do something different.
Write a Scarlet fic.
Hopefully I don't screw up too bad.
Inspired by Dirge of Cerberus, but no spoilers.
Set in the middle of FFVII.
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII, that would be Square-Enix.
-------Crimson Blush-------Title may change
The click-clack of crimson colored high heels echoed through the halls of Shinra H.Q. as the head of Weapons Development bustled down the corridor at a rather fast pace.
She was supposed to be delivering 'secret' files to Professor Hojo, but she barely paid them any mind, just had them tucked under her arm.
Of course, she was quite curious as to what they could be.
She cast the folder a sideways glance. A small tip of one paper was sticking out, revealing the words;
Deep Grou
Scarlet slightly narrowed her eyes. Oh yes, Deep Ground. The old President Shinra's plan to further world domination and help in times of crisis of the Shinra Empire.
Poor Shinra Sr., stabbed in the back by Sephiroth! Kyah!
And what now? The Shinra company was being threatened by a bunch of ecoterrorists, and Deep Ground is nowhere to be found.
Oh, and there was that giant red orb that would soon wipe all life off the face of the planet.
But life went on, and here she was, carrying folders t-
SLAM!
Being too lost in thought, Scarlet had gone at the wrong angle down the hall, eventually leading to her running into a wall, falling on her behind, and the files on Deep Ground ending up scattered around the area.
Stupid Hojo! Idiotic Hojo! Incompetent Hojo! Couldn't even pick up some of his files or send one of his giggly assisstants to do so! Arrg!
Scarlet would have been content with simply staring into the ladies' room mirror, adjusting her make-up and sneering at the new Turk, Elena.
A brunette haired girl passed by, giving her a strange look, and seeming to stifle a giggle.
Really, she would have been. But no, Rufus had called her over the intercom and asked her deliver these.
A tall blonde girl scuttled by, shouting 'Kanist! The Professor wants to see you!' down the hall, but paid Scarlet no mind.
That was another thing. How did Hojo get all these woman flocking after him?
Yes, in the right light he could look rather dashing, but that's not enough to have hundreds of fangirls is it?
A red head passed by, something hanging from his neck. It glowed, apparently.
He looked nothing like the men in the 'Top Ten' section in Mako Lady Monthly, though he could get to number 24 if he tried hard enough. Kyah ha ha.
Wait, did she just call Hojo handsome, or even close to being handsome?
Scarlet dug her inch long red-painted nails into her palms, and almost screamed when she heard the words,
"Miss Scarlet? Are you alright?"
She looked up into his face, the Turk she wanted to pummel, bash, hurt severely, and beat to an inch of his life.
Tseng.
"What is it?" she snapped.
"Do you require assistance, Ma'am?" he asked, sounding concerned. "Is your leg hurt?"
"No," She gritted her teeth. "What gave you that idea?"
Tseng lowered his gaze, then suddenly averted his eyes.
She suddenly realised she had been sitting on the floor in the same place for a good ten minutes.
Looking down towards her dress, she saw that it had ridden up when she had fallen and her frilly pink underwear had been exposed the entire time she'd sat there.
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Down the hall, Reno snickered. 'Borrowing' (He didn't want to call it stealing.) 'Lena's camera had been a great idea.
AN: There might be more, it depends. I actually want to write Scarlet's encounter with Hojo, why Scarlet hates Tseng so much, and what will happen next. Do you think I should continue? Did you even like it
