Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, and for the love of Holy, do not try this or any of these ideas in any of these stories at home, I've got 54 days of experience that keeps me safe.

A/N Hi there everybody! I must condone a health warning here, this could happen to you if you do what Hojo does in today's episode then you'll end up like him. And by now you can predict the outcome. So today, I bring you Cissnei of the Turks!

Cissnei sighed looking at Tseng before glaring daggers at Reno. This new system of seeing who would guard was getting annoying; the spinner seemed rigged to always select her when they were choosing Hojo's guard for the day. "But Mr. Tseng make Reno do it!"

"Patience is a virtue Cissnei, and revenge is a dish best served cold," the Turk commander replied.

"You've been watching sci-fi shows to much yo," Reno smirked. "Get going Cissi, you lost out."

Cissnei glared at him before leaving the room, she had to get on the job before she decided to break Reno's nose and get suspended from work. Then again considering her options breaking Reno's nose held a lot of promise, but being the dutiful Turk she was she had to go do what she was assigned, even if it meant skipping a wonderful opportunity like shutting Reno up and getting a vacation.

She headed down to the elevator and went to the labs in a very foul mood, "good morning Professor," she managed through gritted teeth.

"Ah Turks, right on time, head to my room, I need some shelves installed, once you finish that I need my filing cabinets relabeled and organized." Hojo greeted not looking up.

The Turk sighed, she left the lab and went to the Scientific Apartments, and she found the shelf sitting there outside the apartment assigned to Hojo. She dragged the box inside, sighing again as she read the instructions; they were all in an unrecognizable language of course. She couldn't make heads or tails of it, despite being required to decipher any language.

Shaking her head Cissnei set up the shelves rather quickly placing the various pieces of fruit from a basket by the storage closet next door on the structure to hide the loose screws, wobbly shelves and overall rather bad job of putting the shelves up. She left turning off the light, after taking care of the rest of her tasks grudgingly and decided to call it a day without reporting to Hojo. She was annoyed; she wanted a bath and a cup of tea before curling up in a chair with her favorite book.

Hojo meanwhile looked up, "damn Turk, must still be working on the shelves." He grumbled as he shuffled down the hall. Eventually he wound up in the apartment section and entered his dark apartment. "Turk?"

He stepped forward into the room unable to see in the dark; suddenly he slipped on the tile and crashed into the shelves sending the whole thing crumbling down. His open mouth was shot through with a banana as he asphyxiated on the yellow plantain, a large watermelon having smashed him between the legs as well that is what caused him to scream in the first place.