Title: Mama’s Boys
Challenge: Pick-up Lines
Characters: Cloud & SHM
Team: SOLDIER
Word count: 100
Cloud scowled as the two leather-clad bikers closed in on him. His mind whirled.
Were these guys at that bar the other night?
The larger of the two veered his bike right up next to Cloud’s, almost close enough to touch.
Whoa, not bad! Big, very big – that’s definitely not padding, either!
In a rough and angry voice, the strange biker growled, “Where’s Mother?”
Cloud blinked. “What the –?”
The other stranger crowded his bike on the opposite side. “We know you hid her, brother.”
Oooh, get OUTTA here, Strife! With lines like that, these guys are WAY too kinky!
Title: The Wrong Car
Challenge: Urban Legends
Characters: Angeal and Genesis
Team: SOLDIER
Word count: 100
A/N: He never knew what hit him.
“This is kinky, even for you.”
Genesis laughed brightly. “Stolen car, Midgar Point, I don’t see what’s so kinky about it.”
Angeal pinned his lover to the plush leather seat. “It’s Lazard’s car.”
“I couldn’t resist! I –” Genesis fell silent, listening. “Do you hear scratching?”
Angeal nodded, moving toward the driver’s seat.
“No, I’ll get it,” Genesis said with a grin, opening his door and vanishing into the night.
Brief panicked screams cut through the stillness.
“That was easy,” Genesis murmured as he slid back into his seat, twirling a metal hook around one finger. “Now, where were we?”
Life has existed on Gaia for over three billion years.
In that time, one-celled organisms that had their start in the primordial ooze expanded, became more complex, and colonized the oceans from the shallows to the depths. In time, some species began to take advantage of the terrestrial habitats. Over millions of years, creeping amphibians would eventually become warm blooded and evolve into mammals, and certain primate lines would show very interesting developments indeed. And so now here we are, the human species, viewing ourselves as the pinnacle of evolution.
But I have found a way to improve even our own kind. Using material that had a very different origin.
“But I don't want to be a virgin!” Zack cried.
“I can help you with that.”
“Gen, be quiet. Puppy, the play is The Chosen Sacrifice and you're just the....”
“Perfect example of wide-eyed innocence ready to be deflowered?”
“Gen, shut up. Zack, I'm sorry, but the casting is done.” Angeal said.
“I'm gonna be teased about this for the rest of my life,” Zack grumbled.
“Genesis, step away from the door and let go of Zack, he's scheduled for a costume fitting.”
“C...costume fitting?” Zack spied the Third Class coming in with an armload of material. “Oh Gaia, it's purple!”
“Death,” the proprietor said clearly, showing the stone.
“Uh....death?”, Zack asked, warily eying the green materia.
The woman nodded. “Once equipped, it enables magic that will defeat your enemies with a single blow. If you land a successful hit, well, you won't have to worry about that monster anymore. And you can fuse it with Cure to obtain Curaga. Or with any power attack or ATK Up to obtain Death Blade, a very useful sword skill for any SOLDIER. It's quite the rarity; the traveler who brought it in for trade said he stole it from a Pumpkin.”
“I'll take it,” Zack said eagerly.
Title: By the Sea
Characters/Pairings: Zack
Team: SOLDIER
Word Count: 106
Author's Notes: First line from Sea Change
Suppose the oceans dried up tomorrow.
I mean, yeah, that would suck. All of those sea creatures wouldn't have a home. And that would mean no more sushi, and man, I love sushi, especially amaebi, and all the people who work in the sushi bars and seafood restaurants and fish markets would be out of a job. And since the oceans are such an essential part of the planet's overall biological and meteorological systems (see, I can pay attention in class), without them Gaia would be just be a lifeless hunk of rock.
But, I wouldn't be fighting sea worms with a friggin' beach umbrella, either.
The primroses were over.
The fluted gold and white lilies bloomed throughout the year, even surviving the mild winter beneath the insulating Plates. The primroses, however, had a definite growing season. They were the only flowers in the old church that withered and died every year. As spring warmed into summer, Aerith lovingly harvested the small seeds for the next year's planting, the leaves for tea, and the young flowers for wine. It was part of marking the seasons, of keeping time with the Planet, of listening to the whispers in the Lifestream.
Of counting the years since she had last heard Zack's voice.