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Fandom: Final Fantasy
Rating: PG, probably less, but better safe then sorry
Summary: It's Cloud's turn
Warnings: Again, not betaed, AU, OOCness and very, very short and cracky.
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy, nor any of it's merchandise, I don't even own the videos, I hired them from the video store.
First Chapter here: http://community.livejournal.com/myprettypuppet/247417.html#cutid1
Second here: http://sheneya.livejournal.com/51392.html
Last chapter.
It was a quiet training mission, at Zack and strangely, Angeal's Insistence, Sephiroth had taken the Puppy and Cadet Strife into the nearest forest, where there had been reports of small time monster sitings.
It was nearing dusk when the cry rang out.
Cloud's yell of fear, his voice high and thready, like a male singer who's just found out what castrato means, filtered through their ears.
Swords in hand, Zack and Sephiroth bolted towards the sound, sure some great monster had surprised their young comrade as he went to gather wood.
Cloud was standing in front of a bush, small blade in hand.
Sephiroth looked around, holding Masmune at the ready as the bush moved...then moved again.
With a third rustling of leaves the bush suddenly parted, and a raccoon leapt towards the clustered group.
It's eyes where red, it's teeth dripped and foamed with saliva as it lunged it's half-foot frame towards first Cloud, then Sephiroth.
Sephiroth and Zack took a step back and eyed the crazed critter, while Cloud, in his terror huddled behind Sephiroth's great leather coat, trembling against his back.
The Taller man tilted his head to one side, there was a shift of movement, the the great general's foot shifted back, than flicked forward lifting the Psycho Raccoon into the air and launching it into the air.
There was a few seconds, silence, followed by a faint "Poomph", then yelling voices.
"Bloody Shinra, now they've made crazy, flying raccoon monsters."
Two days later, Director Lazard was pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers as he held the ever calm General's report in his hand.
Routine mission.
Found hidden terrorist cell, suspects captured by unorthodox means and being held in medical confinement.
Means remain unspecified, but Lieutenant Fair and Myself Recommend Cadet Cloud Strife for promotion, due to significant help acquiring weapons.
Lazard closed his eyes and groped around in his drawer for antacids.
This was going to be a long week.
Rating: PG, probably less, but better safe then sorry
Summary: It's Cloud's turn
Warnings: Again, not betaed, AU, OOCness and very, very short and cracky.
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy, nor any of it's merchandise, I don't even own the videos, I hired them from the video store.
First Chapter here: http://community.livejournal.com/myprettypuppet/247417.html#cutid1
Second here: http://sheneya.livejournal.com/51392.html
Last chapter.
It was a quiet training mission, at Zack and strangely, Angeal's Insistence, Sephiroth had taken the Puppy and Cadet Strife into the nearest forest, where there had been reports of small time monster sitings.
It was nearing dusk when the cry rang out.
Cloud's yell of fear, his voice high and thready, like a male singer who's just found out what castrato means, filtered through their ears.
Swords in hand, Zack and Sephiroth bolted towards the sound, sure some great monster had surprised their young comrade as he went to gather wood.
Cloud was standing in front of a bush, small blade in hand.
Sephiroth looked around, holding Masmune at the ready as the bush moved...then moved again.
With a third rustling of leaves the bush suddenly parted, and a raccoon leapt towards the clustered group.
It's eyes where red, it's teeth dripped and foamed with saliva as it lunged it's half-foot frame towards first Cloud, then Sephiroth.
Sephiroth and Zack took a step back and eyed the crazed critter, while Cloud, in his terror huddled behind Sephiroth's great leather coat, trembling against his back.
The Taller man tilted his head to one side, there was a shift of movement, the the great general's foot shifted back, than flicked forward lifting the Psycho Raccoon into the air and launching it into the air.
There was a few seconds, silence, followed by a faint "Poomph", then yelling voices.
"Bloody Shinra, now they've made crazy, flying raccoon monsters."
Two days later, Director Lazard was pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers as he held the ever calm General's report in his hand.
Routine mission.
Found hidden terrorist cell, suspects captured by unorthodox means and being held in medical confinement.
Means remain unspecified, but Lieutenant Fair and Myself Recommend Cadet Cloud Strife for promotion, due to significant help acquiring weapons.
Lazard closed his eyes and groped around in his drawer for antacids.
This was going to be a long week.