A Tilt in the World
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skerentitle: A Tilt in the World
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Sephiroth, Rude, Genesis
Words: 704
Notes: This is a completely and totally AU er, thing. I woke up with this literally in my head because I dreamed up this scene, and connected the dots with several other scenes that I was struggling to put into something coherent so that I can share it with all of you. Basically, it's a world where, instead of going to Hojo like an idiot, Vincent went to his Turk leader and talked him around to helping him deal with the issue to get his son back just after the Jenova project began to be done on Lucretia. Lots of other stuff happened too, but lets just say that Shinra pissed off his Turks, then a smaller unit, and they uh, took charge of the whole thing. Thus, this fic. Enjoy.
He knew it wasn’t exactly the most boyish hairstyle he could have chosen, but it was a matter of pride. Rude had more than insinuated that he would look like a girl if he did it, thus, it must be done to prove him wrong. Genesis, of course, found the entire thing hilarious, and Angeal was off with Veld doing something or other.
He was pretty sure that Angeal’s mother was dating the man now but he really wasn’t all that sure. He’d have to check with Ifalna later on if they never confirmed it.
Or his dad. Not that his dad was ever more forthcoming with information. No, when he really wanted information it was always best to harass Rude’s father, because that man was more than willing to tell him all kinds of things, but only so long as he made really really sure to keep them a secret. The more secrets he kept, the more things he was willing to tell him.
Rude’s father said that he would have been a good Turk if they hadn’t decided to stay on Vincent’s side of the conflict and take Shinra down, so that was a really big compliment.
Shaking off the thoughts, he leaned over the counter of the bathroom to eye his hair, making completely sure that the part in his long dark hair was perfectly even. Even if the hairstyle was... feminine, he was not going to make it lopsided. Satisfied, he started braiding one side, then the other, before leaning back and eyeing himself with critical green eyes.
Damn.
He really did look like a girl.
Well, too late now. Lifting his chin and straightening his back with pride, he finally left the bathroom at a march. If the other boys laughed at him, fine. He was the oddball anyway. Stronger than the normal kids, but not as strong as Genesis and Angeal. His father said it was because he interrupted the process of whatever it was early. He personally thought it just made him rather... well, in the middle.
At least Aeris seemed to be really fond of him, and Gast had been looking after all three of them, the boys who weren’t normal. He’d had to do a lot with all of them, careful things. He said that none of them were quite stable, but Ifalna was helping him with whatever it was he was doing, so he didn’t wonder too much.
Ifalna seemed to know everything after all.
Aeris pretended she did too, but she was just four. Four year olds really couldn’t know everything.
Finally reaching where he’d left the other boys, he just crossed his arms and scowled.
Not even five seconds later, Genesis was rolling on the floor in laughter and Rude was pinching the tip of his own nose with a strangled noise and a smile of his own.
“Just laugh.” He uncrossed one arm to wave at Genesis. “Get it all out of your system. I mean, it’s not like I ever saw you put on makeup or anything before Genesis. And Rude, well, you don’t have any hair.”
Genesis stopped laughing long enough to stick out his tongue, then just smirked, though Rude looked a bit more sheepish. “He only doesn’t have hair because Aeris kept playing with it.”
”I wasn’t overly fond of having my hair pulled.” The dark skinned child just sniffed, though his smiled never faded, even when he dropped his hand. “But you do look like a girl.”
“Fine, you were right. It took me an hour to get this right though so I’m not taking it down today.”
”You’re kidding.”
Rolling his eyes at Genesis, he just pointed at a hip length brown haired braid. “I have hair that actually goes past my ears Genesis. No, I’m not.”
At this, the other two boys just shared a look, and Sephiroth decided it was time he took his leave of everyone before the rugrat found out he had his hair in braids and thus absolutely must play with them.
It was futile, of course, but he was going to try anyway.
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Sephiroth, Rude, Genesis
Words: 704
Notes: This is a completely and totally AU er, thing. I woke up with this literally in my head because I dreamed up this scene, and connected the dots with several other scenes that I was struggling to put into something coherent so that I can share it with all of you. Basically, it's a world where, instead of going to Hojo like an idiot, Vincent went to his Turk leader and talked him around to helping him deal with the issue to get his son back just after the Jenova project began to be done on Lucretia. Lots of other stuff happened too, but lets just say that Shinra pissed off his Turks, then a smaller unit, and they uh, took charge of the whole thing. Thus, this fic. Enjoy.
He knew it wasn’t exactly the most boyish hairstyle he could have chosen, but it was a matter of pride. Rude had more than insinuated that he would look like a girl if he did it, thus, it must be done to prove him wrong. Genesis, of course, found the entire thing hilarious, and Angeal was off with Veld doing something or other.
He was pretty sure that Angeal’s mother was dating the man now but he really wasn’t all that sure. He’d have to check with Ifalna later on if they never confirmed it.
Or his dad. Not that his dad was ever more forthcoming with information. No, when he really wanted information it was always best to harass Rude’s father, because that man was more than willing to tell him all kinds of things, but only so long as he made really really sure to keep them a secret. The more secrets he kept, the more things he was willing to tell him.
Rude’s father said that he would have been a good Turk if they hadn’t decided to stay on Vincent’s side of the conflict and take Shinra down, so that was a really big compliment.
Shaking off the thoughts, he leaned over the counter of the bathroom to eye his hair, making completely sure that the part in his long dark hair was perfectly even. Even if the hairstyle was... feminine, he was not going to make it lopsided. Satisfied, he started braiding one side, then the other, before leaning back and eyeing himself with critical green eyes.
Damn.
He really did look like a girl.
Well, too late now. Lifting his chin and straightening his back with pride, he finally left the bathroom at a march. If the other boys laughed at him, fine. He was the oddball anyway. Stronger than the normal kids, but not as strong as Genesis and Angeal. His father said it was because he interrupted the process of whatever it was early. He personally thought it just made him rather... well, in the middle.
At least Aeris seemed to be really fond of him, and Gast had been looking after all three of them, the boys who weren’t normal. He’d had to do a lot with all of them, careful things. He said that none of them were quite stable, but Ifalna was helping him with whatever it was he was doing, so he didn’t wonder too much.
Ifalna seemed to know everything after all.
Aeris pretended she did too, but she was just four. Four year olds really couldn’t know everything.
Finally reaching where he’d left the other boys, he just crossed his arms and scowled.
Not even five seconds later, Genesis was rolling on the floor in laughter and Rude was pinching the tip of his own nose with a strangled noise and a smile of his own.
“Just laugh.” He uncrossed one arm to wave at Genesis. “Get it all out of your system. I mean, it’s not like I ever saw you put on makeup or anything before Genesis. And Rude, well, you don’t have any hair.”
Genesis stopped laughing long enough to stick out his tongue, then just smirked, though Rude looked a bit more sheepish. “He only doesn’t have hair because Aeris kept playing with it.”
”I wasn’t overly fond of having my hair pulled.” The dark skinned child just sniffed, though his smiled never faded, even when he dropped his hand. “But you do look like a girl.”
“Fine, you were right. It took me an hour to get this right though so I’m not taking it down today.”
”You’re kidding.”
Rolling his eyes at Genesis, he just pointed at a hip length brown haired braid. “I have hair that actually goes past my ears Genesis. No, I’m not.”
At this, the other two boys just shared a look, and Sephiroth decided it was time he took his leave of everyone before the rugrat found out he had his hair in braids and thus absolutely must play with them.
It was futile, of course, but he was going to try anyway.
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)I've always enjoyed the idea of Seph being rescued before Hojo had a chance to truly torture him, but it looks like you've gotten an even earlier start on the rescuing. I'm highly curious now!*pokes subconscious* Want more, Make more! Please?
I've always enjoyed the idea of Seph being rescued before Hojo had a chance to truly torture him, but it looks like you've gotten an even earlier start on the rescuing. I'm highly curious now!
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)Like the backstory in an actual story? and Ifalna? and how Rude got involved?*paws at* Please Mistress, may I have more?
Like the backstory in an actual story? and Ifalna? and how Rude got involved?
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)And I dunno, maybe if the bother to say anythin else::snickers:: Rude's like, 10, just so you know ::cough::
And I dunno, maybe if the bother to say anythin else
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)*purrs and tucks shiny away under the bed**snickers* Kid!Seph with braids. Priceless.
*purrs and tucks shiny away under the bed*
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
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