Author's Notes: AUUUGH NO UPDATE FOR A LONG TIME. I SORRRRY.

Summary: … yeah, we all know this.

Warnings: See previous.

Pairings: MOBYSEIFER. YA. TOTALLY. No kidding. … seriously.

Disclaimer: Duuuuurr….

Riu: … what, you think I'm actually expecting you to say it? Fuck you, I've given up.

Me: 8D

Chapter 5

"Get up." The command came with all the authority of Napoleon leading his troops to battle at the break of dawn before the final clash. But for all the effect it had, he might as well have been a dust bunny trying to break down the doors to an otaku's priceless figurine cabinet. As the two redheads continued to slumber on, quite blissfully, Rude fixed his glasses, shot a glance at Yazoo who was also up at this ungodly hour and sighed. There was no helping it he supposed. Giving a single nod, he stepped out of the room and Yazoo smiled as he cracked his knuckles and got to work.

The door to homeroom slammed open at precisely 8:45am. Like clockwork, Seifer Almasy strode into the room with all the ego of God (or Satan, whichever you prefer) and went right past the teacher who rolled her eyes, clearly used to his grandstanding. At least… that's what should have happened. In reality, 8:45 came… and went. The teacher even paused, as if waiting for the door to hit the back wall with a bang as it always did at this time. When it didn't, she blinked and stood there for a moment, a touch flabbergasted. Fuu and Rai, two of Seifer's cronies in his self proclaimed Disciplinary Committee shared a blink. It was such an off day. First Axel showed up early for class, something unheard of, and now Seifer was late-er than usual for it. Unthinkable.

And speaking of their redheaded pyro, said spiky headed individual had the side of his head pressed against his desk, a look of absolute suffering on his visage. The reason for his suffering went a little like this:

6:05am.

Rude and Yazoo enter Axel and Reno's room.

6:10am.

Upon failing to rouse the two redheads, Yazoo goes right into phase two.

6:11am.

Axel and Reno get thrown out the open window of their room onto Loz who catches them. They are then summarily stuffed into a clichéd black van as Rude hops into the driver's seat.

6:15am.

They are taken to an empty field on the outskirts of town. A normal twenty minute drive even if you speed. Thirty if you don't. We'll let you figure out how they got there in four minutes. Road rage does not even begin.

6:30am.

Axel and Reno have espresso shoved down their complaining gullets, choking them long enough that Loz and Yazoo can promptly strip them and toss them into standard gear for a practice skirmish.

6:45am.

Reno and Axel are quickly informed of the situation: which is live combat no holds barred.

6:50am.

They are taken to the field's center where barriers have been set up to protect the surrounding area and avoid detection. They are then sealed in the aoe (area of effect) and told to fight for their lives. Before them stands Kadaj who smirks and summons Souba.

6:51am.

It all goes to hell.

Needless to say Axel was sporting a few bandages. They'd brought a healer with them, thoughtfully enough. Her name had been Kairi and she'd tsked at an unremorseful Kadaj as she healed his and Reno's wounds. Going so far as to heal the ones on his arms and chest even though Yazoo had ordered her not to since lingering pain would be good incentive to do better next time. She'd then patted him on the hand and said it would only get worse.

Yeah, great incentive. Even more depressing? Neither he nor Reno had been able to summon their weapons, or do more than char the edge of Kadaj's double bladed katana before it came whooshing at their heads. Reno had however given him a sharp zap on the rump before being cracked over the head with the butt of Kadaj's hilt though. Plenty of grudges were going to be held for a loooong time. As the teacher recovered and continued the lecture while glancing at the door every few moments, Axel raised his head, checked the clock and groaned. Behind him, Fuu and Rai in adjacent desks shared a glance and a single nod.

As a loud yawn signaled through the room, the redhead stretched wide, then scratched the back of his neck tiredly.

"You're so fucking annoying." The person sitting in the chair next to him snarled, arms crossed and back straight as he spared his twin a glare.

"Shut up." Luke responded blearily and yawned again, covering his mouth this time at least. Luke fon Fabre, seventeen years old with short red hair cropped to the nape of his neck and bright green eyes peered back at his "older brother" with a smile that was blindingly cheerful. "You're just grumpy because you didn't get enough sleep last night either but you won't yawn."

"I got plenty of sleep." Asch "the Bloody" responded darkly with hostile evident in his voice as he looked away, checking the clock and frowning further when he realized they'd been waiting for all of… two minutes. Such a pain.

"Uh huh, you were blogging and IMing Natalia. Admit it." Luke continued to prod him with a smile. Asch's hair was a darker shade of red, but his eyes were just as vibrantly green in their hues, even if his eyes were always narrowed with impatience. His hair went all the way down to his waist in a straight curtain of crimson locks, his bangs pushed all the way back from his forehead, as opposed to Luke's whose were parted in the middle and brushed back from his face.

"Shut up dreck!"

"Don't tell me to shut up!"

"I'll damn well tell you to do whatever I goddamn well please!"

"I'm telling Natalia!"

"DON'T YOU DA-"

"I see your brotherly bond is as strong as ever." DiZ interrupted as he opened the door and strode into the room, hiding a smirk as Asch and Luke quickly dropped back into their chairs, having been seconds away from a full out brawl.

"It was his fault." They both muttered quietly under their breaths at the same time. Asch, realizing this, quickly sat up and coughed.

"What do you want old man?" He demanded in brisk tones and DiZ had a hard timing concealing his amusement as he opened a folder on his desk and produced two pictures and handed them over. Taking a photo respectively, Luke and Asch blinked.

"Who're these guys?"

"Reno and Axel Kusobata. Brothers, and as you can see, red haired."

"Woow, don't strain a muscle trying to figure that out. What do they mean to us?" Asch demanded tossing the picture back onto the desk and leaning back, folding his arms once more as his cold eyes swept over the contents in the folder quickly. There seemed to be a multitude of records in there, everything from birth certificates to school awards.

"For the next few days we'll be taking these boys under our wing, training them to perfect the serum they carry." Here, Luke sat up a little and blinked as he replaced the picture in a neater manner.

"Serum?" He repeated frowning.

"Subject R-47." Asch supplied for him with an audible tone of distaste as he slumped even further in his chair. Such discussions pissed him off in ways better left unsaid. Luke's eyes widened here as he registered the title. Then…

"Geostigma." He breathed softly and frowned.

"Yes. The serum which creates the M-gene, that which gives all of my soldiers, and you, your powers." DiZ confirmed and folded his fingers on top of the file. Calmly, he delivered the next blow. "These two are the carriers."

"Yeah, we got that already old man. They carry the serum." Asch snapped, glowering. DiZ however remained silent and waited for Asch to decipher what he said. Unsurprisingly, it was Luke who figured it out first.

"'The carriers'…?" He repeated, frowning. "You don't mean…"

"Perfect Geostigma?!" Asch demanded, bolting to his feet, staring in disbelief. DiZ nodded once and sat back in his swivel chair, a weight pushing down on his shoulders.

"And the Organization already knows."

"Then why the hell are you sitting around here doing nothing!? If those fuckers get a hold of the serum we're all-!"

"I am doing something. More specifically, I am asking you to do something." DiZ interrupted, his calm tone never wavering as he spoke in his clipped tones to the other two. Asch stared then finally dropped back into his chair, voice terse as he spoke.

"What do you need?" Lips curving in a half sad smile, Diz leaned forward. Moving a second folder out from beneath the first that the redheads hadn't seen initially, he pushed it forward.

"I need you to take their lives."

Ending notes: Short chapter this time. Why? I HAVE A PAPER TO WRITE. HURR. Happy Birthday you-know-who. It's an hour late, but should be good your time. :D Another update will become shortly as I'm aware I left a crap load of loose ends.