Final Fantasy VII 100 Word Challenge

Title: Sometimes You Need To Ask Yourself, Why?
Characters/Pairings: Tseng, Elena, President Shinra
Team: Avalanche
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: "My bed is jumping around," is apparently Polish for: "Good God, I'm smashed."


It really is more like glorified babysitting than an actual job. I have to cart the president around, make sure everyone plays nice and at the end of the night, I have to put him to bed.

We nearly fall face first to the ground as we cross the threshold to his bedroom. "Hey Elena, my bed’s jumping around!“ His voice is slurred.

"No Sir, it’s staying in its place. You just need some sleep.“ Yeah, babysitting. But, as I look over at Tseng, underneath the president’s other arm, I remember that it’s not just the paycheck keeping me here.

Title: This Never Happened, Agreed?
Characters/Pairings: Reno, Tseng
Rating: G
Team: Turks
Word Count: 100
Author’s Notes: The World Cup: the one thing that can possibly get me to wake up before 8 on a weekend.

Though Tseng professed hatred of the game, he could not take his eyes off the screen.

He watched from the break room as the ball was kicked to the other end of the pitch, the clock ticking down the last thirty seconds of the game. Then the ball slipped past the keeper and went into the net. Reno leapt to his feet, an exhilarated cry ripped from his throat.

Tseng found himself caught up in Reno’s enthusiasm, forgetting himself and cheering victory; then wondered why he and Reno were suddenly clutching each other and jumping up and down like lunatics.

Title: Guilty By Association
Characters/Pairings: Sephiroth, Angeal, Zach, ?
Rating: PG
Team: Turks
Word Count: 100

Sephiroth didn’t think he’d ever been so intent on murder, even in the heat of battle. Mako fueled his rage as he stomped down the corridor, SOLDIERs scattering left and right before him to avoid being trampled by the general.

Angeal looked up from his paperwork when his door exploded inward. Doesn’t my office door open out!? He very carefully didn’t let any hint of mirth show on his face.

Sephiroth seethed in the smoking doorway, coated in green gelatin and chocobo feathers. “Your godsdamned pet has infected someone else with his insanity. Take care of it, or I will!”

Title: I Reject Your Reality and Substitute My Own
Characters/Pairings: Cloud, Sephiroth
Team: Turks
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: For the crossover prompt. Any Phoenix Wright fans out there?

“You are an idiot.” The ice blue glare sent at Cloud from across the courtroom could have bored a hole through him. “Your client is obviously guilty, and I will not allow you to trick the judge into thinking otherwise.”

Cloud stared at the prosecutor; gods, but the man was intimidating! The air of haughtiness was enhanced by the clothes, a tailored maroon suit offset with a white silk cravat. Wait, he was supposed to be paying attention to the proceedings!

“Objection,” he shouted on reflex.

Sephiroth’s calculating smirk informed him that he was likely walking headlong into a trap.

Title: When You Help Others…
Characters: Reno
Team: Turks
Word Count: 100
Series: Post AC
Author's Notes: There’s more to Reno than just booze and sex and bad jokes… Really! >.>

Reno looked around at the kids, unwashed and half-starved the lot of them, and saw a part of himself in each one of them. This was his past, and it was only because of chance that he managed to get out of the slums.

That was why he was here now. All of the bonuses and hazard pay he received went to the local shelter to help pay for food and clothes and school for the kids.

If even one kid got off the streets and went on to a better life because of him, his existence would be worthwhile.

Title: You Break It, You Bought the Farm
Characters/Pairings: Tseng, Elena, Reno
Team: SOLDIER
Word Count: 100
Author's Note: My first post here. Please be gentle. ^.~

Elena looked at the redhead sitting on, or rather slowly slipping from, the barstool with no little disgust. “Don’t you think Reno has had enough Tseng?”

The normally stoic Wutaian merely grinned and shook his head as his already inebriated subordinate took another shot, “No, and I intend to supply him with as many as he wants tonight.”

Elena didn’t bother hiding her shock, “What? Why?”

“Reno accidentally shot down the transport vessel bearing Rude’s replacement sunglasses, after he broke the last pair that Rude had. He gets to tell Rude tomorrow morning,” his grin widened “I consider it charity.”