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Allergy Test / Medical Leave / Ugly / Sensitive / Autoimmune Disorder
Title: Allergy Test
Characters: Sephiroth, Zack
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100

“What's wrong with you, SOLDIER?”

“Allergies, Sir.”

“Allergies?” Sephiroth grimaced as Zack wiped his nose on the back of his hand.

“Yeah, you know, hay fever and shit.” Zack honked. Sephiroth gave him a blank stare. “When there's stuff floating around that your body doesn't like and your sinuses get jacked up. If you've got really bad ones sometimes you even get cramps and nausea.”

Sephiroth's eyes lit up. “I see! I believe I am familiar with the feeling after all. Allergies, you say?”

“What, you got one?”

“Yes! It's suddenly all so clear!” Sephiroth declared. “I'm allergic to Hojo!”


Title: Medical Leave
Characters: Sephiroth, President Shinra
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100

“Allergic to Hojo?”

“Believe me, Sir, I do not say this lightly. It is possible that years of exposure have sensitized my system. I feel distinctly unwell in Hojo's presence.”

“How, exactly?”

Sephiroth looked straight ahead. “First I have difficulty breathing.”

Shinra nodded. Hojo did reek.

“Then there are headaches of varying severity.”

Yes, the chemical cloud around the man did induce pain on occasion.

“At times it progresses to outright nausea.”

Well, who hadn't felt like throwing up in Hojo's presence once in a while?

“I see.” President Shinra took his seat. “I think I might be allergic too.”


Title: Ugly
Characters: Angeal/Genesis
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: G
Word Count: 100

“Genesis?” Angeal rapped on the door. “I know you're in there. Let me in.”

There was a rustle deep inside. “No,” came a murmur through the door. Angeal sighed. “Gen,” he began, “I won't laugh. I want to help you.”

“You can't come in.” Genesis said. “It's ugly.”

Angeal pressed his cheek to the door. “You'd never be ugly to me, Genesis.”

The lock clicked after a long heartbeat. The door opened into darkness and Angeal slid inside. Genesis turned away. Angeal caught him and cupped his cheek. “Hey,” he said, “we'll just ask for no blueberries next time, okay?”


Title: Sensitive
Characters: Rufus
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: G
Word Count: 100

His nursemaid first noticed it when he was four years old. “Well, find a bloody doctor,” his step-mother said.

The first one gave him ointments. The second prescribed pills. The third prescribed a routine that gave him hives. Finally, step-mother number four (short-lived, but he'd liked her as much as he could) found a proper dermatologist. “Simple rules,” she said as she cleared his closet. “No harsh detergents, no scented products and no more dye in your clothes.”

Rufus scowled as only teenagers do. “It's not so bad,” Step-mother said, “You look very handsome in white.”


Title: Autoimmune Disorder
Characters: Hojo
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: G
Word Count: 100

The new ailment spread like wildfire. It went through the SOLDIER ranks right down to the cadets and spilled over into the regular army.

Off in a corner, with little to do, Hojo sat with a bottle of brandy and a beaker to pour it in. “Of all the damn nonsense for that boy to pull.” He poured himself a shot. “And the President took his side. Who's supposed to be running this joint now? I'm hardly toxic!”

Hojo leaned down to give himself an affirming sniff and ended up wheezing his brandy up all over the floor. “Oh, hell.”