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 Title : Mother weapon
Characters: Sephiroth, Hojo, Jenova
Rating: PG
Word Count :100
Prompt: Jenova
A/N - this is a pokemon crossover, hope this is okay.


“Mother” he moans, an age old plea. She echoes it; her face over his, her deepest foundations make his mask.

“Mother.” He gasps and the sound sinks deep into her skull.

Sephiroth is lonely, he crouches, beastlike, in his cave. As with all of his kind he misses Mother – he grasps her forearm, uses it as his best weapon. The skin wore away so quickly; all that is left of her is pure white bone. 

Rocket took her away. Hojo, they named their leader. Sephiroth limps past the cave entrance holding Mother aloft. Retribution will come. Jenova’s will be done.

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 Title: Red headed arsonist

Characters/Pairings: Tseng, Reno
Warnings: none.
Word Count: 100


Director Tseng,

It has come to our attention that more than a few avoidable press incidents have been instigated by the newest member of your team. We understand that Reno is highly skilled in most of the necessary skills, such as weapon use and tactics, for a Turk to have. However we most vehemently insist that you teach him the two most important that he seems to lack: common sense and subtlety. We also ask that in the future he is not allowed flammable objects, especially when in close proximity to the press.

Yours sincerely,

The Shinra board of directors.

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 Title: Nocturnal migration

Characters/Pairings: Sephiroth/Cloud


Word Count: 100


The nape of Sephiroth’s neck itched, drawing him out of sleep. Confused, momentarily by the dawn of awareness he moved arms that had been placed around a waist the night before and were now empty. The bed however was not.


Sephiroth inched his head around to take note of the nose that was pressed into his back and lithe arms that rested over his torso. Cloud had actually managed to migrate over him during the night, without waking him. This was puzzling.


When they were both lucid, he asked Cloud about it. Cloud laughed: “Sorry, I'm a cuddler. Bad habit.”

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  Characters/Pairings: Cloud/Sephiroth
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100

Waiting, inanimate

A paradox in bleeding colours, opposing sensations. Having been held numb in this verdant tube, two green eyes register little to him. The drug in his mouth, his veins does much to further this dullness. He feels hands stroke down his side; their coldness is clarity in this lukewarm liquid. 

“Soon.” He does not hear, but it is said. The hatch in the glass closes and he forgets in waves of chemicals and pain that it had ever been opened.

Noting Specimen C’s vitals, even Hojo’s vivid scrutiny misses the few silver hairs that cling, caressing, to Cloud’s wasting hips.


Aug. 10th, 2010 02:24 pm
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 Characters/Pairings: Aeris, Zack

Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 


The doctor looked quite uncomfortable; this was a new level of glare, such as he had never received before. The lovely woman in front of him should not have been able to radiate much menace.

 Nevertheless he cowered back as he dropped medication into her fingers, careful not to touch.  She tersely thanked him, left, and he closed the door with a profound sense of relief.

 Zack waited outside the clinic as Aeris walked through. “What was wrong?” 

“I'm allergic to my flowers.” She snapped. Zack laughed, until he noticed the summon materia in her hand. He took off running.

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Characters/Pairings: Zack, Cloud, Vincent
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 
Author's Notes: New here, but not new to drabble writing. Hope to carry on writing here.

The hazardous path to the sleeping prince

Cloud’s weight is heavy as Zack edges out of the lab, towards the basement. 

He lets Cloud slide to the floor as he leans in the darkness. He is too tired to do anything as his elbow catches the lid of a coffin and he glimpses inside. The man is breathing, and his rigid pose reminds Zack of a sleeping guardian, to be awakened to help heroes. The man’s beauty is of a sleeping prince, to be awakened with a kiss.

 Zack reaches to touch; whichever he may turn out to be, they need all the help they can gather.


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