Final Fantasy VII 100 Word Challenge

Title: A Knock on the Door
Characters/Pairings: Gillian Hewley, Genesis
Rating: G
Team: SOLDIER
Word Count: 100

The knock on the door was hesitant. Gillian frowned slightly, but stood up and went to answer it. She was tired of all the people different reactions of the people in the village, both the pity and the avoidance that made her want to scream her son wasn't contagious.

Dying, perhaps, but not contagious.

When she answered the door, she was surprised to look down to see Genesis Rhapsodos there.

"Angeal is...very sick, Genesis. He can't play."

He gave her a serious look. "I know. I heard. I came to see him."

"He..." she began, then let him in.

Title: Good Girl
Author: joudama
Rating: PG
Prompt: New Beginnings
Character: Tifa
Team: Avalanche

Tifa had always been a good girl.  She hadn't quite managed "ladylike," but she'd always done what she'd been told, been polite and stayed out of trouble.

"She's a handful," her father said once, "but she's a good girl."

She'd tried so hard to please him as much as she could, even if she just couldn't on some things, like training and going off on her own in the mountains. Wild, but a good girl.

She stared out the window of the hospital room, stomach bandaged and throbbing, saw the ShinRa building, and decided it was time to be bad.

Title: The Bed of Chrysanthemums and Blood
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Team: Soldier
Prompt: Characters in a film
Film: The Curse of the Golden Flower

Sephiroth fought.

It was a battle he was doomed to lose; he had known it was doomed from the instant he had taken up his mother's emblem of the golden chrysanthemum. He had made his choice, and his choice was his mother, not the emperor.

He fought in her doomed attempt to undermine Hojo; set Sephiroth on the throne and depose both Hojo and Crown Prince Genesis (he would not think of the rumors; whispers of incest between Jenova and her eldest son, though he was another woman's child). Blood and steel flashed in the night sky, and Sephiroth fought.

Title:The Safe Room
Author: joudama
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Team: Avalanche
Prompt: Characters in a film

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Tifa panted, her breaths coming desperate and quick. She'd slammed the door shut, the windows were closed, there was no way in here.

Safe. She was safe. She had to be safe here.

She hadn't believed it, hadn't thought for a second that stupid urban legend about the video could possibly be true...but then they'd all died, just now, everyone in front of her. She was all that was left, her seven days was up...

No. She was safe here. She was.

The TV blared to life, flicking and showing a silver-haired man.

Then Sephiroth crawled through the TV.

Title: The Gift
Characters: Angeal, Zack
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100

"I know because I did it," Angeal said, the words sounded tortured. "Plant an idea, inception, I did it. And it was a mistake," he said, digging his hands in his hair.

Zack stared at Angeal, not comprehending. "You did? With who? How?!"

A muscle in Angeal's jaw twitched, and he looked so defeated. "With Genesis. It was the only way. But I didn't think...I didn't know, it would resonate so much, back when we finally woke up."

He looked so tortured. "Why do you think he was so obsessed with the goddess?" he whispered, and suddenly, Zack understood.

Title: How to Be a Good Boy
Author: joudama
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Team: Soldier
Prompt: Fate worse than death
Characters: Genesis, Genesis' mother
A/N: Hi, I hate my brain. ;_; Same horrid jou-canon as Deadly Sweet Mother. I'm figuring Gen is eight or nine here.

( Cut for abuse of a child. )

Title: Triage
Author: joudama
Rating: PG
Prompt: Fate worse than death
Character: Angeal
Team: Soldier
A/N: This takes place pre-CC, during the war in Wutai. Which was not, in my mind, kind to Angeal. :(

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If he casts Curaga now; casts until he's dry, she'll live.

The girl - no more than seven - is alive. Angeal has no idea how it's possible; she's covered in burns from the flames, so much her flesh is charred black and cracked.

If he casts Curaga now, she'll survive for the medics to come. They'll care for her. Then...she'll be a disfigured war orphan, neither of which Wutai are kind to.

If he casts Curaga now, she'll live. And so Angeal does not.

But he sees her face every night after, in his dreams of war and ash.
 

Title: A Thin Red Gulf Between Duty and Honor
Author: joudama
Rating: PG
Prompt: First Word, Last Word
Character: Angeal
Team: Soldier
A/N: During the war in Wutai. This uses my personal jou-canon of Angeal having PTSD from the war, which is seriously the only reason I've ever been able to come up with to reasonably explain the way he snapped in Crisis Core, and why he so easily believes himself to be a monster.

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Honor was a hard thing to hold onto in war.

Angeal tried. He tried so very hard. It was the only thing he thought he had days when the air was thick with the smell of blood, and nights when his dreams were full of burning screams.

He loved fighting the enemy; fighting men with guns and swords and materia.

But when duty said his enemy was villages of women and children with fear of him in their eyes, with blood on his face and ash in his hair, duty made it too easy to lose that hold on honor.

Title: Just How Many
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Team: Turks
Prompt: First Word, Last Word
A/N: ...yeah, OK, so I like this prompt. :p

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"You know how many?" Reno said. His tone was utterly light and conversational.

Rude knew that voice; knew how much of a cover it was at times. He knew Reno better than anyone - and perhaps the same could be said for Reno knowing him - and he knew that voice.

"How many what?" the scientist - the scientist who had been attempting to smuggle out sensitive documents on certain ShinRa experiments to the media - said. The decidedly worse-for-wear scientist.

Reno grinned. "How many hits it takes to break every bone in your body? No? So how 'bout I show you?"

Title: Tilting at Windmills
Author: joudama
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Team: SOLDIER
Prompt: First Word, Last Word
A/N: I figure Gen and Angeal are about eight for this one. XD

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"Destiny calls!" Genesis said with a whoop, waving his stick - or "Amakuni," a fanciful name from one of his storybooks - around. "Willst thou come with me, or willst thou be a coward?"

Angeal grinned, then looked around quickly for a stick of his own. It took a while, and Genesis kept his pose the whole time, although his toe was tapping with impatience and he was squirming a bit.

Finally found one, and quickly stripped off the extra bits. Genesis grinned. "You have your Osafune, and now, to war! To glory!"

"To honor!" Angeal yelled, chasing after Genesis. "And destiny!"