Disclaimer: I own not Final Fantasy VII or Trinity Blood; I do have my own catapult though.

A/N Well for those who live in the Northern Hemisphere, including myself, it is wintertime and snow is falling. Which also means hitting the slopes with Bjanik and making snow One Winged Angels (my favorite hobby). But in celebration of winter, I thought of something special, based off of a myth I want to submit to Mythbusters.

Rufus pulled his scarf up a little looking around the lodge; Reeve was sitting by the fire quietly sipping some steaming hot drink reading a book. It was the annual Executive Vacation Winter Extravaganza, as President Shin-Ra called it. Most of the other executives were out doing things, Reeve was inside with a cold and Rufus was inside returning from bandaging a cut on his finger.

"What are you reading Tuesti?" Rufus asked as he walked over to the couch.

Reeve glanced up, "Medieval Weapons of the World."

"Interesting," Rufus commented looking out the window at the Turks gathered in the field outside. "What are they up to?"

"Tseng said something about Reno bringing his catapult up the mountain and they're shooting stuff off," Reeve replied.

Rufus shrugged heading outside to the collective of Turks around the PVC monstrosity, "what is that?"

Reno stepped forward patting the bawdy flames spray-painted all over the uprights, "this bossman is the HC-IIIX, the greatest weapon the world has ever seen."

"HC-Tres Iqus? Stupid name, what does it do?" Rufus asked examining it.

"That's right, it's the best catapult 20 gil can build." Reno stood proudly by his pride and joy. "Say what've we got left to shoot?"

Rude looked down at the pile, "Hojo's fruit cake."

Rufus examined the packaged container; the thing was brownish, though it glowed more then a SOLDIER's eyes in combat. What looked like bits of various animals and plants had been baked in, it was giving off the smell of something decomposing. The Vice President turned to Tseng, "are you sure this is safe for human exposure? Or any sort of life's exposure?"

The Turk commander shook his head, "no sir, therefore we're attempting to destroy it by any means necessary."

"Ah I see, proceed then," Rufus replied.

Reno hastily chained the fruitcake up to the sling and ran over to the pull cord. He gave it a mighty tug, the arm lifted but the fruitcake was firmly on the ground. He jerked it again falling flat on his posterior, "a little help?!"

Tseng, Rude, and out of pure curiosity Rufus, all walked over to Reno. Rude picked him up as Tseng gave the chain a gentle tug. "That is certainly a dense one."

"Ya think?" Reno rolled his eyes grabbing the rope.

The foursome tugged at the rope as hard as they could, the fruitcake flew into the air and disappeared into the distance. Over the hill Hojo was attempting to recover from slipping as he attempted to stand up on his skis. He glared up at the sky; something small and dark came sailing down from the heavens before there was a loud crash.

The group of four catapulteers ran over the hill to see a large crater, "da-a-amn," Reno commented as he picked up a piece of splintered ski. The crater was at least twenty feet in diameter and ten feet deep, it had a ring of red along the snow line and between the impact burn and ground. The group walked over to the edge of the crater, in the very middle the fruitcake was sitting there on end completely unharmed.

"Da-a-amn," Rufus intoned, flicking his hair with a gloved hand, "those things should come with a warning label."