Last of His Kind/Summertime/Dabs/Introductions/Routine
First bunch. *coughs*
Title: Last of His Kind Characters: Nanaki Team: SOLDIER Rating: PG Word Count: 100 Author's Notes: This is part of my crack, where humans and Nanaki's species produce cubs, not human babies.
His eyes were blue, but already curiosity showed in them. He snuffled at his mother's fingers as she smiled and looked at his father.
Some people might find it odd, having parents that were two different species, but for Nanaki, it was how it always was. Outsiders didn't understand, but wherever he went in Cosmo Canyon, nobody looked down at it. Instead, he found ready playmates, who tumbled him around, careful of him. He was small still, his parents only cub so far.
He was special.
He was Nanaki, child of Seto, one of the last of the his kind.
Title: Summertime Characters: Barret, Dyne Team: SOLDIER Rating: PG Word Count: 100 Author's Notes: Look, I'm being friendly!
They were coal miners sons. It was expected by them, by their families, that they'd be coal miners themselves someday.
Not that it mattered right now.
Barret grinned, and let go of the rope. With a yell, he landed next to Dyne with a splash, the sound of his best friend's yells muffled by the water. When he surfaced, he only got a gasp of air before his friend dove shoved him back under.
It was the perfect summer, and he was having fun playing with the other kids.
Being a grown up was a long way off, after all.
Title: Dabs Characters: Cid Team: SOLDIER Rating: PG Word Count: 100 Author's Notes: I shouldn't like this one so much.
His mother was a scientist.
Because of her, he knew how the birds flew, and how planes did the same. She explained mechanics and often went around the house with a smear of grease on her cheek. She'd smile and dapped his nose with thick black.
His father was the dreamer, painting the birds, not caring how they flew, just that they did, feathers spread. He didn't care about planes, either, except when he was asked to paint on one. Or when they were late bringing the town's supplies and his paints didn't come.
He dapped Cid's nose in colors.
Title: Introductions Characters: Genesis, Angeal Team: SOLDIER Rating: PG Word Count: 100 Author's Notes: Fear the pair.
He eyed the other boy, unsure of why his parents had brought him here of all places.
It was so dirty here, and he wrinkled his nose, wanting to go back to his room, with his books. He was trying to learn to read better. His dad said they would buy him a copy of Loveless. It had been so cool to go to the play that he really wanted to read the book.
He looked at the other boy, who was a bit dirty, but smiling brightly.
"I'm Angeal," the boy said.
And the first introductions were made.
Title: Routine Characters: Sephiroth Team: SOLDIER Rating: PG Word Count: 100 Author's Notes: Got this to 100 on the first try!
Every day was the same. Wake up. Eat. Have his heart and temperature read, be weighed, his blood oxygen tested.
Run through the simulations. Run through his exercises. See Hojo, be have his reflexes tested. Get his mako shot.
Eat, read. Do his lessons, read what he was given, recite what he was told. Test his memory, test his mental reflections.
Eat, wash. Sleep. Wake up the next day to do it again.
Once a week, spend a day in the tank. That was his variation. The voices, the murmurs. They changed, constantly.