Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, and please don't try anything you have read at home. Unless it is for your own malicious Hojo killing purposes, in which case go with my blessing and a few sheets of Death Note paper.
A/N Wow well as far as I can say this has been a real pleasure to serve you, however you'll have to be content with the first forty-four since I depart for the land of misfit plot weasels and plot bunny repellant. So without further ado, someone unusual, a librarian for today to celebrate.
Serena looked around the library from her precarious perch on the ladder, she sighed as the ladder tilted slightly and decided to lean forward. The ladder returned to its tracks and she heard a shrill shushing from the last person she wanted it from. Working for the Scientific Department's Record Library meant the head librarian was Professor Hojo.
She put one hand up closing her eyes apologetically before returning to her current task of shelving his newest thesis. The bloody thing was five volumes long, each weighing about seven or eight pounds. She wasn't entirely sure if she was carrying a scientific thesis or the unedited tales of the Spoony Bard.
"Be careful with those, it is a record of my greatest experiment ever," Hojo called up to her.
Serena sighed before grumbling, "just printing this pile of lard was probably your greatest experiments." She snickered at the word lard, it was a synonym for Palmer, how anyone could drink tea with a pound and change of lard in it was beyond her.
She sighed as she finished putting the books away looking down at Hojo, "anything else?"
"Yes I need you to reorganize all of these shelves by content now, all of them are out of order. I want you to start with A and go to Z, each section is to be organized by author's last and then first name. Is that too complicated for you?" He asked.
Serena rolled her eyes, "I understand, but if I may be so bold as to ask, why are we doing it this way?"
"Because I felt like it," he replied before walking out of the library.
She glared at him sliding down her ladder as he slammed the door sending every book in the room falling off the shelves. Sighing she started to pick one up, before studying it and the door. Quickly she went over to her desk and grabbed some string tying it between the bookcases and then setting about putting all the books on the shelves but only the ones in the aisle where the string was in the order Hojo had requested.
Finally after several hours of putting up the books she sat down right when Hojo came in, "slacking on the job eh?"
"No sir, I just finished," she replied standing up and walking over to him pointing him down the center aisle.
"Hmm," he muttered something under his breath and walked forward. The string went taught and pulled the two bookshelves crashing down on top of him, the reverberation sent a domino effect of bookshelves cascading down onto the first two. When the dust settled a small trickle of blood ran out from under the middle of the pile, she picked up one of the bloody books and sighed. She hated to see a book ruined, but then again all the ones in that central aisle were the ones put out by Hojo. So it really was no loss.
