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| Entry tags: | *final fantasy vii: cc, author: sphinxofthenile |
Beauty Has Its Price, Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core (Genesis/Angeal/Sephiroth)
Title: Beauty Has Its Price
Author: sphinxofthenile
Rating: PG
Warnings: crack
Word count: 397
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core , Genesis/Angeal/Sephiroth: disastrous evening - "You never struck me as the type that could pick locks."
Summary: Even the best plans can go wrong. Horribly.
A/N: My sincere apologies. I just had to.
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"Ouch!"
"Be quiet!"
"But Angeal, it hurts!"
"Think about how much it'll hurt when they catch us!"
Genesis would've made some snide retort, but a black gloved hand clamped over his mouth while an arm sneaked around his waist and kept him securely in position until the sound of countless running feet falling back from the metallic walls and echoing faintly died away in the distance.
Sephiroth gave Angeal questioning look, and when after a moment of listening with strained senses the elder nodded, he released Genesis.
"Let's get out of here," he stated calmly even though the look in Genesis' eyes would've made anyone run for cover screaming. The only thing that saved him from the redhead's wrath was that Genesis (no matter what some idiots living on office gossips might have thought) wasn't stupid, and a string of selected curses would've put a huge question mark after the 'successful' part of their so far successful escape.
Angeal sticked his head out to the intersecting corridor, then signalled for them that it was clear, and the silver and red generals followed him, still engulfed in a glaring contest, the pair of blue mako eyes furious and the green ones seemingly disinterested. Angeal just rolled his.
They came to a door that supposedly lead to the elevators only to find it closed. After a moment of hesitation, the black haired man turned back and sighed.
"So... what now?"
"I'll open it."
Genesis gave Sephiroth a sceptical eyebrow raise. "You never struck me as the type that could pick locks."
"Well," the silver hero all but purred as he moved to take Angeal's place at the door, "you never struck me as the type that was opposed to multiple talents. May I?"
Before Genesis could've answered, Sephiroth's black clad fingers already got lost in his tresses, coming away with one of the longer hairpins that he promptly utilized to open the door.
"I hope you are aware that you have just ruined something that cost over a thousand gil!" Genesis seemed to be torn between killing Sephiroth and spontaneously combusting.
"If it weren't for you, we would've never found ourselves in this situation to begin with," Angeal felt the need to point out.
"When I came up with the idea of dressing us all in drag for the Halloween party, I had no idea they invited the fanclubs!"
"Ouch!"
"Be quiet!"
"But Angeal, it hurts!"
"Think about how much it'll hurt when they catch us!"
Genesis would've made some snide retort, but a black gloved hand clamped over his mouth while an arm sneaked around his waist and kept him securely in position until the sound of countless running feet falling back from the metallic walls and echoing faintly died away in the distance.
Sephiroth gave Angeal questioning look, and when after a moment of listening with strained senses the elder nodded, he released Genesis.
"Let's get out of here," he stated calmly even though the look in Genesis' eyes would've made anyone run for cover screaming. The only thing that saved him from the redhead's wrath was that Genesis (no matter what some idiots living on office gossips might have thought) wasn't stupid, and a string of selected curses would've put a huge question mark after the 'successful' part of their so far successful escape.
Angeal sticked his head out to the intersecting corridor, then signalled for them that it was clear, and the silver and red generals followed him, still engulfed in a glaring contest, the pair of blue mako eyes furious and the green ones seemingly disinterested. Angeal just rolled his.
They came to a door that supposedly lead to the elevators only to find it closed. After a moment of hesitation, the black haired man turned back and sighed.
"So... what now?"
"I'll open it."
Genesis gave Sephiroth a sceptical eyebrow raise. "You never struck me as the type that could pick locks."
"Well," the silver hero all but purred as he moved to take Angeal's place at the door, "you never struck me as the type that was opposed to multiple talents. May I?"
Before Genesis could've answered, Sephiroth's black clad fingers already got lost in his tresses, coming away with one of the longer hairpins that he promptly utilized to open the door.
"I hope you are aware that you have just ruined something that cost over a thousand gil!" Genesis seemed to be torn between killing Sephiroth and spontaneously combusting.
"If it weren't for you, we would've never found ourselves in this situation to begin with," Angeal felt the need to point out.
"When I came up with the idea of dressing us all in drag for the Halloween party, I had no idea they invited the fanclubs!"