No, Genesis was not happy. Not. At. All. He was being subjected to such a degrading and disgusting job while Sephiroth and Angeal were sitting in an air conditioned building just…..ugh.
"I don't feel any better about my job, Commander." Lazard's voice roused the Crimson Commander from his spiteful thoughts.
"You won't be working the streets." Genesis snarled at the blonde as they made their way down a deserted street.
"And neither will you." A voice said from deep within a shadow. Both pairs of dazzling blue eyes snapped toward the masculine voice, turning just in time to see the man taking his first steps into the light.
"Who in Ifrit's nine hells are you!?" Genesis snapped, hand glowing with the beginning of Hell's Fiagra.
"Kay sent for me. So if you have a problem, take it up with her." The stormy-haired male smirked as the words left his lips. He seemed to know that even if Genesis took his problems up with Kay, little would be done about his complaints.
"Who are you?" Lazard asked, right eyebrow arched as he regarded the man.
"Zexion. Kunsel figured you would misinterpret your jobs. Kay wanted to offer you as much assistance as she could. So here I am. You are not a prostitute in the sense that you will be soliciting you body for money through sexual favors. You will, in the simplest form, be a stripper."
Genesis's jaw clenched uncontrollably as the words sunk in. Honestly, it was better then prostitute. But a stripper!? Just who did Kay think she was messing with!?
"And what about myself?" Lazard asked, not sure whether to relax now that Genesis had a semi-better job or move as far away as possible for fear of the Commander's hell rage exploding.
"You will be managing the establishment."
"Well, that makes sense I suppose. Though I'm not sure how I would manage a strip club. Reno would be much better suited to this position then-"
"You said Kay sent you to help us, so just how the fuck are you going to make yourself useful!?" Genesis's patience broke and he snarled in the man's face. Said man only smirked in reply.
"Whatever Kay has asked me to do."
"Which is?"
"The very important task codenamed 'None of Your Buisness'." Genesis wailed in outrage as the man started down the street. The fiery Commander rose his leg to stomp his foot in rage, causing the extremely tight and extremely short skirt to rip slightly up the side of his leg.
Lazard noticed as well and immediately began trying to placate the fuming man; Zexion noticed as well for he turned to look over his shoulder before responding.
"I hope you know how to sew leather, Kay did not give you a spare wardrobe." With that said the man began walking down the street once more. Genesis's left eye twitched in irritation and the color in Lazard's face paled dramatically.
"GODDESS DAMN YOU TO THE FIREST PIT IN IFRIT'S NINE HELLS!"
Sephiroth resisted the urge to growl as he passed gaping civilians on his way to the damned barber shop Kay had set him up to work at. The Silver General was well aware of the bet between the redheads among the show. He would not be the first to kill a customer. He had more self-control then that.
Pushing through a group of squealing girls, Sephiroth looked at the address scrawled on the paper. The twenty-two year old scoffed as a young man snapped a picture of him.
Sephiroth honestly couldn't fathom why people were so obsessed with him. As Genesis so loved to point out he was "not one to enjoy the finer things of life." It was aggravating having to constantly wear a hood when he wished to leave a place in public. Not that this was something he did often.
Now, this damned building was supposed to be in the Loveless district correct. Why would a barber shop be in the….
No. This could not be right. No. No. No.
A beauty parlor?! Kay was going to answer to Masamune for this. The Silver General was cracked his neck as he moved towards the teal painted door. Pushing on it, the door remained stubbornly in place. Greatly fighting the urge to scowl, Sephiroth put more pressure on the metal. Nothing. The door didn't move an inch.
Eyebrows twitching irritation, Sephiroth leaned heavily on the door. The door wouldn't budge.
Growling, Sephiroth reared back kicked the door with all of his might. The metal made a loud crinkling noise as it ripped away from the doorframe. What was left of the metal door flew backward through the store and smashed through the opposite wall.
As Sephiroth took his first steps into the salon, the smell of hairspray and cheap strawberry shampoo assaulted his senses.
One of the women managing a nearby chair turned to the Silver General with wide eyes.
"You know," She began warily, "that door was a pull door."
Sephiroth could do nothing to hide his irritation as he slashed Masamune through a nearby wall.
"Tsk Tsk Sephiroth. That is definitely coming out of your paycheck."
Sephiroth whirled around at the voice.
"…..you are-"
"Axel, got it memorized?"
Author's Note: Oh Axel and Zexion. Two of my four favorite Organization members. They will be causing some major trouble for Sephiroth and Genesis, you can be sure of it. Well, review if you want to! Sincerely, Kay.