Red Equals Passionate
[A glimpse becomes a look; they could not be more different but they still balance each other out. GenesisxRosso; drabble series]
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or the FFVII franchise.
A/N: Writing this actually proved easier than I thought it would. I almost feel bad for Genesis being exploited by Rosso like that. Key word: almost. Anyway, congratulations S. Xix, you got both requests written! I hope you like them. I wish I could have "Rickshaw" longer though.
Rickshaw
Genesis was starting to entertain the notion that Rosso was Minerva's idea of a punishment. Namely his punishment.
At the moment he was holding two steel handles that connected to the rickshaw he was currently pulling down the corridor. It was full of supplies and materials or other that for some reason unknown to him, needed to be transferred from one part of the complex to another.
Technically, she was supposed to be doing this job but was sitting on the topmost layer of the pile, making him pull the rickshaw.
Genesis stopped and looked at her, still holding the handles. "Rosso, get your ass down here. This is supposed to be your job."
The Crimson Tsviet crossed her legs as she looked down at him, a serious look on her face. "Let me see…Rickshaw: a two-wheeled cart capable of seating 1-2 people. A mode of man-powered transportation."
Watching as a smirk began to form on her lips, the ex-SOLDIER began to feel the beginnings of a migraine coming on.
"The definition clearly states that it is a man-powered vehicle. Since I am lacking the necessary body parts and chromosome needed to become a man, I am obviously unfit to pull the rickshaw."
It took all of his self-control not to drop the handles so he could send her toppling down from the cart.
"You're not supposed to take it so literally!"