Rufus sighed, daydreaming of Tifa.

It had started when he'd gone to Nibelheim and he'd seen her across the street, golden light glinting off her long, hazelnut hair as the sun sank into the mountains beyond. He'd been transfixed. She'd taken a step, beautiful breasts bouncing, and to Rufus, the entire celestial host seemed to have let rip with wild, joyous abandon.

Up until that point, Rufus had only ever heard of women via rumour and legend (Scarlet didn't count because she was old). It was as though he had dwelled in bottomless perdition, trapped by chains of adamant and penile fire, but had finally clawed his way out and staggered, gasping, into the bountiful garden of civilisation. Later, Tifa had been getting changed in front of her bathroom window, certain that nobody could watch her from the outside, because of the distance.

But she hadn't known that Rufus had a telescope.

So now he sat, daydreaming. He couldn't wait to see her again. When would that be? Perhaps, if SOLDIER had a mission to Nibelheim, he could tag along...

Rufus pondered.

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Genesis found Sephiroth sitting on the training field, looking confused.

"What's up, gorgeous?" said Genesis casually, sitting down next to him. He reached down and plucked out a daisy, then another, and started making a daisy chain.

Sephiroth sighed. "Flirtatious as always... I don't suppose you'd understand..." He glanced down at Genesis' hands, weaving the daisy chain so delicately... Sephiroth supposed that the red-haired man did have a softer side, after all...

"You'll only know if you try me," said Genesis, winking. "Ooh-er!" He weaved the daisy chain into a crown and placed it upon Sephiroth's head.

"Very funny." A thin smile flitted across Sephiroth's lips. He shook off the daisy chain, sighing. "Well... suppose I said that up until now, I'd always thought that I only ever wanted one man at a time... only now, that doesn't seem to be the case. It seems like th'infernal serpent of my manhood is greedier than I had assumed. What would you make of that?"

Genesis tried to keep cool. His dreams were coming true. "Hmmm... well..." he started, but at that moment a shadow loomed across him and Sephiroth...

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Zack pounded down the corridor, at speed too fast to be measured.

Only a little further... just a little further...

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Taking a deep breath, Cloud pressed one of the mako guns into his stomach, too scared to put it in his mouth. The gun fired with impetuous recoil and jarring sound, and pain exploded inside Cloud like a fiery, burning explosion. He fell to the ground, whimpering, regretting his rash action. Already, he wanted to live. But the gun had been infused with both fire materia and poison materia, so even if he somehow cured the wound, the vicious tongues of death would continue to lick through his veins until he expired with a pop.

Cloud moaned helplessly.

Somebody... help me...

Everything went black.

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A/N: OMG! :O (Also, I felt like this fic was missing something, and after ruminatin' awhile, I reached the conclusion that that something was Milton. Hopefully this chapter makes up for that.)