Fanfiction - Final Fantasy VII - Halloween~
Title: The Winner is… - Loyalty Not Just an Obsession
CAT: Final fantasy VII
Warnings: Humor, OF, Random, Crack
Story Link: http://piratesboard.net/fiction/viewstory.php?sid=24&chapter=21
Summary: Who ever said Shinra didn’t have a sense of humor, didn’t work there. It’s Halloween again and that means it’s time for the highly anticipated Shinra Inc. Costume Party! (All divisions required to enter).
Notes: Based on a Dream. DANGIT RENO! D:
The Winner Is…
Rufus Shinra loves Halloween. He does not waste money and he can control people simply be scaring the crap out of them. Halloween was made for the boy with the deep blue eyes who never smiled. Shinra was made for him as well. For one month, as he deems it is necessary, he spends money to frighten people. And better yet he convinces his idiot father to throw a large costume party on the last day of the month to pit the employees against each other. Rufus makes it mandatory to attend. One must be in costume.
The only other option is to find a new job.
For some there is not other option. Shinra is the only thing they know. For men like Sephiroth this is a taxing time of the year. Not only because he refuses to dress up but because Angeal and Genesis insist that he does.
Angela is already decked out in his costume; he’s dressed as a knight and trying to figure out how he can convince Sephiroth to play the villain to go with his costume.
“Come on now, Sephiroth.” Angeal grins wide, “its one day. It won’t kill you.”
“A day will not kill me, yes.” Sephiroth agrees, “But, I might kill you.”
Whoever said persistence paid off did not work in the SOLDIER division. When Genesis skips up his Loveless book in hand it is clear to his comrades that he is the lead of the play that he will not stop quoting.
He opens his mouth to speak before shutting it promptly. Taking a deep breath he says, “A knight? Well that will do, but Sephiroth, you have yet to get a costume don’t you?”
“I refuse.” Sephiroth replies simply. He leaves before they have a chance to argue. He does not care his job is on the line. He does not worry because there is no one like him and he cannot be so easily replaced.
Tseng, on the other hand, has no such luxury. He does not want to dress up. He does not want any part of this and he groans inwardly as Rude enters the room in his costume. The white collar gives it away, the rosary is an odd accessory, and Tseng cannot fathom why he still dawns his sunglasses.
“A priest?” Tseng all but coughs out.
Rude looks up from his work desk, “Halloween is about pretending to be something you’re not.”
Clearly the idea makes sense in his mind so Tseng does not persist. He wonders what Reno will show up as and he groans louder at the idea. Tseng hates Halloween because it allows certain people to legally act like fools at work.
The door swings opened and Tseng is oddly surprised to see Reno dressed as a doctor.
“Don’t worry!” Reno chirps, “I’m a Doctor!”
“Of what?” Tseng inquisitively responds but can feel that he will regret it in a matter of seconds.
“Of What?! Of everything.” Reno indignantly fumes, “You may call me Dr. Pepper!” His hand slides across the air as though the name should be highlighted and he’s too amused with his own cleverness that he does not see Tseng roll his eyes and he does not hear the half amused snort from his partner.
“A costume’s not only clothes,” Reno informs despite that no one is listening, “It’s a name, a persona, and it’s a character. And that’s why I am winning tonight’s Costume party. I bet the prize is something awesome.”
Tseng grumbles, “Rude’s a priest, Reno’s an Idiot. I have no idea how I’m keeping my job.”
Later that night Tseng has decided that cat ears will suffice as a costume and Reno decides that painting the largest, dumbest grin on Tseng’s face makes him the Cheshire cat. Much to his dismay Tseng leaves it and they enter the cafeteria where crowds of employees wait to be judged and silently judge every one else’s costumes.
Rufus is dressed as an angel and most people just want to shake their heads and walk out. But there is no better job than in Shinra and they swallow their pride and stay. Sephiroth is the only man brave (or fool) enough to not wear a costume.
The judging and going through costumes takes four straight hours and Sephiroth is the last.
“And what are you supposed to me?” Rufus inquires, eyebrow quirked up, his eyes burning with irritation.
“You can’t tell?” Sephiroth calmly answers, “I’m a homicidal maniac.”
The room falls silent; a cold shill replaces any idea or thought anyone might have.
Sephiroth continues, “They look just like everyone else.”
Rufus blinks slowly trying to figure out if Sephiroth is serious or joking.
“Perhaps it is better to say, that my costume is normal because everyone else is so extreme.” Sephiroth offers.
It is then that Rufus understands that the First Class SOLDIER is being completely serious. And he notes that the room has stopped dead in its tracks. An idea turns in his head.
“Alright,” Rufus announce, “The winner of this year’s costume contest will be announced shortly!”
And he is exempt because he’s running the damn thing. For five minutes everyone waits on bated breath, save for Reno who is assured to win.
Rufus steps up once more, “And the winner is,” he wastes no time because he can almost not contain the joy. “Sephiroth!”
The room protests loudly, people screaming that Sephiroth isn’t in costume or that that’s cheating. The screams rush back and forth until the silver haired man steps up on stage to accept his prize.
He looks down at the crowd his teal eyes casting such a glance that almost every person’s blood freezes in their body.
“Thank you very much.” Is all he says before he takes his trophy and prize money and leave the cafeteria to go do more important things.
Even Reno who should have been angry stands dumb founded for several minutes.
Rude speaks, “He is considered the most frightening man alive, and I can see why he won.”
Rufus cackles in his mind. There is only one thing better than ruling with fear, and that is confusing the hell out of everyone. He glares to give his next order, “Anyone who is not working in the next five seconds is fired!”
In reality the only man scarier than Sephiroth is the young Vice President. The room clears instantaneously.
Pre-Emptive: Happy Halloween!
CAT: Final fantasy VII
Warnings: Humor, OF, Random, Crack
Story Link: http://piratesboard.net/fiction/viewstory.php?sid=24&chapter=21
Summary: Who ever said Shinra didn’t have a sense of humor, didn’t work there. It’s Halloween again and that means it’s time for the highly anticipated Shinra Inc. Costume Party! (All divisions required to enter).
Notes: Based on a Dream. DANGIT RENO! D:
The Winner Is…
Rufus Shinra loves Halloween. He does not waste money and he can control people simply be scaring the crap out of them. Halloween was made for the boy with the deep blue eyes who never smiled. Shinra was made for him as well. For one month, as he deems it is necessary, he spends money to frighten people. And better yet he convinces his idiot father to throw a large costume party on the last day of the month to pit the employees against each other. Rufus makes it mandatory to attend. One must be in costume.
The only other option is to find a new job.
For some there is not other option. Shinra is the only thing they know. For men like Sephiroth this is a taxing time of the year. Not only because he refuses to dress up but because Angeal and Genesis insist that he does.
Angela is already decked out in his costume; he’s dressed as a knight and trying to figure out how he can convince Sephiroth to play the villain to go with his costume.
“Come on now, Sephiroth.” Angeal grins wide, “its one day. It won’t kill you.”
“A day will not kill me, yes.” Sephiroth agrees, “But, I might kill you.”
Whoever said persistence paid off did not work in the SOLDIER division. When Genesis skips up his Loveless book in hand it is clear to his comrades that he is the lead of the play that he will not stop quoting.
He opens his mouth to speak before shutting it promptly. Taking a deep breath he says, “A knight? Well that will do, but Sephiroth, you have yet to get a costume don’t you?”
“I refuse.” Sephiroth replies simply. He leaves before they have a chance to argue. He does not care his job is on the line. He does not worry because there is no one like him and he cannot be so easily replaced.
Tseng, on the other hand, has no such luxury. He does not want to dress up. He does not want any part of this and he groans inwardly as Rude enters the room in his costume. The white collar gives it away, the rosary is an odd accessory, and Tseng cannot fathom why he still dawns his sunglasses.
“A priest?” Tseng all but coughs out.
Rude looks up from his work desk, “Halloween is about pretending to be something you’re not.”
Clearly the idea makes sense in his mind so Tseng does not persist. He wonders what Reno will show up as and he groans louder at the idea. Tseng hates Halloween because it allows certain people to legally act like fools at work.
The door swings opened and Tseng is oddly surprised to see Reno dressed as a doctor.
“Don’t worry!” Reno chirps, “I’m a Doctor!”
“Of what?” Tseng inquisitively responds but can feel that he will regret it in a matter of seconds.
“Of What?! Of everything.” Reno indignantly fumes, “You may call me Dr. Pepper!” His hand slides across the air as though the name should be highlighted and he’s too amused with his own cleverness that he does not see Tseng roll his eyes and he does not hear the half amused snort from his partner.
“A costume’s not only clothes,” Reno informs despite that no one is listening, “It’s a name, a persona, and it’s a character. And that’s why I am winning tonight’s Costume party. I bet the prize is something awesome.”
Tseng grumbles, “Rude’s a priest, Reno’s an Idiot. I have no idea how I’m keeping my job.”
Later that night Tseng has decided that cat ears will suffice as a costume and Reno decides that painting the largest, dumbest grin on Tseng’s face makes him the Cheshire cat. Much to his dismay Tseng leaves it and they enter the cafeteria where crowds of employees wait to be judged and silently judge every one else’s costumes.
Rufus is dressed as an angel and most people just want to shake their heads and walk out. But there is no better job than in Shinra and they swallow their pride and stay. Sephiroth is the only man brave (or fool) enough to not wear a costume.
The judging and going through costumes takes four straight hours and Sephiroth is the last.
“And what are you supposed to me?” Rufus inquires, eyebrow quirked up, his eyes burning with irritation.
“You can’t tell?” Sephiroth calmly answers, “I’m a homicidal maniac.”
The room falls silent; a cold shill replaces any idea or thought anyone might have.
Sephiroth continues, “They look just like everyone else.”
Rufus blinks slowly trying to figure out if Sephiroth is serious or joking.
“Perhaps it is better to say, that my costume is normal because everyone else is so extreme.” Sephiroth offers.
It is then that Rufus understands that the First Class SOLDIER is being completely serious. And he notes that the room has stopped dead in its tracks. An idea turns in his head.
“Alright,” Rufus announce, “The winner of this year’s costume contest will be announced shortly!”
And he is exempt because he’s running the damn thing. For five minutes everyone waits on bated breath, save for Reno who is assured to win.
Rufus steps up once more, “And the winner is,” he wastes no time because he can almost not contain the joy. “Sephiroth!”
The room protests loudly, people screaming that Sephiroth isn’t in costume or that that’s cheating. The screams rush back and forth until the silver haired man steps up on stage to accept his prize.
He looks down at the crowd his teal eyes casting such a glance that almost every person’s blood freezes in their body.
“Thank you very much.” Is all he says before he takes his trophy and prize money and leave the cafeteria to go do more important things.
Even Reno who should have been angry stands dumb founded for several minutes.
Rude speaks, “He is considered the most frightening man alive, and I can see why he won.”
Rufus cackles in his mind. There is only one thing better than ruling with fear, and that is confusing the hell out of everyone. He glares to give his next order, “Anyone who is not working in the next five seconds is fired!”
In reality the only man scarier than Sephiroth is the young Vice President. The room clears instantaneously.
Pre-Emptive: Happy Halloween!