A/N: Hey everyone. I apologize for part of the previous chapter. I didn't realize that the enter spaces in the conversation between Vincent and Rufus didn't work until it was too late. I'm deeply sorry for this error which would have made it harder to read. In other news, I've been experiencing massive computer problems, then I was spending all my spare time preparing for my Black Belt grading, then I was stressed by moving house stuff, and I have been utterly lacking inspiration for this fic. I'm currently dwelling in a rented house, and the internet hasn't been set up yet (when I first wrote this, that is, it's obviously up now), leading to such an extreme of boredom it rivals inspiration for motivation to write. Here is some actual IMPORTANT INFORMATION regarding the 'review to get lemons' policy I have on this fic. I'm quite probably going to do more lemons in the future, and the same system will apply. Also, if you've only just started to read, no matter what chapter you're up to, review asking and you shall receive. Eg, for this chapter; "Could I please have the Chap 3 lemons?" or once more chapters and lemons are done; "Could I please have all lemons to date?" Etc. Simple. Now, on with the chapter.

Disclaimer: See first chapter.

Please note that time-wise, last chapter was Saturday, this one begins on Monday. I've skipped time, and will do so repeatedly throughout the story.

Last Chapter:

The brothers were in high spirits after their exceedingly successful debut show. Loz quickly grabbed a couple of beers and disappeared into his room to listen to blaring music through his headphones. He was perfectly fine with the relationships of his brothers, but he would rather not see or hear some of their more... intimate acts.

The keyboardist and manager each pulled their respective lovers into their rooms, shutting and locking the doors firmly. Tonights' celebrations would be rather enjoyable. Rather enjoyable indeed.

(Insert lemons here.)

Monday Afternoon, home:

Practices since the concert had contained even more enthusiasm and determination than usual. A taste of their goal, and the promise of being close to it, were more than sufficient enhancement. Sephiroth had been doing 'manager duties' outside of practices, and his satisfied air indicated they may be close to landing another performance.

However, rehearsal was not an all-day occurrence. None of them held jobs other than the band, instead living off the inheritance left to them. They found other things to occupy their time.

Such as fighting.

Swords clashed and sparks flew, then the duelers separated again, cautiously circling each other. Rapid movement, a flurry of strikes, blocks, and counter strikes. The three middles siblings sat on the couch, spectating. Their house had an unusually large living room. Far larger than most would think it needed to be, considering the great amount of empty space in the middle. However, most didn't know that the living room also substituted as a battle ground.

The sharpened slab of metal known fondly as the 'Buster Sword' went flying. Sephiroth bowed to the applauding audience, amused. Cloud laughed and hugged his elder brother.

"I'm never going to beat you, am I?" Sephiroth smirked.

"Honestly, Cloud? No." A grinning blond punched him lightly in the arm, then went to retrieve his sword. The one winged angel seated himself on the couch as Kadaj and Yazoo rose to their feet. Once Cloud was safely out the way, their match began with streaks of metal and gunshots ringing in the air.

Tuesday Morning, home:

All but one of the members of Geostigma sat around waiting, occasionally messing around a little on their instruments out of boredom. It was almost noon, and Sephiroth had been secluded in his 'office' since just after 8am. Everyone was wondering what he was doing, and hoping whatever it was would result in something good for them. All attention was on the door when it opened, admitting Sephiroth to the room. He smiled at his band.
"We have another performance lined up for this Friday night." Various exclamations of excitement filled the air.
"Before you start assaulting me with questions, I'll give you the details. It's at Ajit in the Forgotten City. I know, you probably don't know of it. That's why it's such a great gig. Ajit is somewhat of an 'elite' club, it's selective about who it lets in and who it lets play. Needless to say, that means this is a big break for us. There are often people from record companies in the audience, making this a performance that requires perfection. There are only two songs this time, due to the fact we are still a new band, so they have to be damn good."

The brothers had been silent, paying attention. Now they exploded again, Cloud lunging at Sephiroth and hugging him fiercely. Kadaj's eyes gleamed."Representatives from record companies? Which ones?" He questioned eagerly. Sephiroth smirked at him.
"Sometimes people from AVALANCHE audio, but it's frequented by SHINRA." Kadaj stared for a moment, then started laughing.

"You weren't kidding about it being an elite club. Frequented by SHINRA..." They all had good reason to be excited. SHINRA was the biggest record company around, holding almost a monopoly on the entertainment world. Cloud smirked around at his band-mates.

"Let's get rehearsing. We're going to blow everyone away."

A/N: Yes, they use guns and swords indoors. They're naturally awesome, hence the lack of permanent physical damage. As for why the walls and floors aren't destroyed but bullets and blades... it's an exercise for your imagination. Try coming up with a good reason on your own. -laugh-

Ahh, my A/Ns are way too long.

The next chapter will hopefully be longer, because it's when things really start to kick into gear plot-wise. I'll lift my game for sure! I thank you all for your patience.