I do not own Final Fantasy VII. I just enjoy writing about the characters. Thanks to Unara Akoni for beta'ing this.

A loud yelp echoed through Angeal's apartment, waking up the man himself. He fumbled around for his sword and hurried out of his bedroom, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise. A string of muffled curses led into the kitchen . . . or what used to be the kitchen.

Soot and eggs coated the walls. A smoking pan on the stove contained the remains of some sort meat, possibly bacon. Ketchup dripped from the ceiling as though an axe-murderer had had his merry way with the place. Angeal was in complete shock, confused as hell as to how his kitchen had ended up in this state.

Finally he noticed a shock of black hair huddled in the corner, trying desperately to extinguish the fire in the toaster before it could spread. That's right, he had forgotten his new student, Zack Fair, had moved in yesterday. Shin-Ra had insisted that all mentors allow their students to live with them rather than in the barracks so they could more effectively train them.

Apparently that training would have to extend to cooking as well. Angeal carefully laid the Buster Sword in the living room before grabbing his fire extinguisher and carefully shoving Zack out of the way to attempt to save his toaster.

"Thanks, 'Geal! It's been a while since I've made breakfast, I guess." Zack was still happy-go-lucky but his voice was strained.

"Yes, is there a particular reason you were attempting to destroy my kitchen?" deadpanned Angeal.

Those big, blue eyes looked up pleadingly. "I just wanted to make you breakfast as a thank you for letting me live with you." The puppy look was in full force.

Angeal couldn't help the soft smile that crossed his lips; the boy was impossible to be mad at.

"Thank you, puppy. Now why don't we clean this up so we can make something that isn't burnt?"

Zack nodded sheepishly and they began to clean the area together. After everything had been picked up and scrubbed, they sat down to enjoy the pancakes Angeal had whipped up. As he chewed, the older man suddenly remembered the loud noise that had woken him up.

"What scared you this morning? You were so quiet while everything was burning and flying around the kitchen."

Zack's face turned bright red with embarrassment as he answered, "The toast popping out of the toaster."

A much happier chapter than the last one. Hope you enjoyed! Please review! ~Amaya