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persona_systemSummary: Angeal would like to know: when did this happen? S/Z
Rating: pg-13 for homosexual undertones
A/N: This is a quick short fic that Angeal whipped up as a present for us. It hasn't been proofread, so if you see any errors in spelling or grammar, please let us know.
There was something different about the two of them. He could see it, sense it, feel it. It crackled in the air between them, and lit up the sky like a thunderstorm rolling over the Midgar wasteland. It was tension and electricity and he wondered how many sparks it would take to ignite this... whatever it was.
He wasn't sure how it had started, only that he'd gone away and come back and there it was.
---
"Are you sure this won't conflict with your schedule? I can probably find someone else, you know. You don't have to do this."
"What have you been working on with him?"
"Grappling, lately. I was hoping you could round out his technique a little, but you can do something else if it's more comfortable."
"I'm sure it will be fine."
"If there's anything you need, call me."
"I'm self-sufficient, Angeal."
"Alright, hey, I was just saying. He can really keep your hands full."
"I'm sure I'll manage."
"Thanks for doing this. He really looks up to you."
"As does everyone. Good luck."
"Right. Thank you."
---
Two weeks, a month, a day here and there. It didn't seem like much, but he supposed it added up over time. Still, it seemed like it had been only yesterday that the boy was starry-eyed and snapped to attention in a line with a hundred other boys. Where did those years go? When did he become a SOLDIER, smiling bashfully at the General?
---
"They grow up so fast."
"Hm? Oh, Zack?"
"Yeah..."
"I heard he's been taking lessons with Sephiroth."
"Sephiroth's been filling in when I'm away on assignment."
"I'm surprised you got him to agree to that."
"I'm surprised he keeps agreeing to it."
"That's..."
"Odd? You don't know the half of it."
---
He taps his fingers against the bench, watching the pair across from him. The helicopter is loud, and Sephiroth's not one to shout to be heard, but Zack is. He's witnessing something he'd never thought he'd see. Sephiroth is chatting, and by the looks of it, joking. With Zack. He wonders if he's missed more than he thought, with these constant assignments.
---
"Have a seat."
"Sephiroth, we need to talk."
"...Sure. What did you want to talk about?"
"Okay, I know you don't appreciate... Well, I'm just going to come right and and say it."
"Alright?"
"Are you fucking my student?"
"No. Why?"
"...No reason."
---
He thinks he's really has been away too much lately. When he stopped by Sephiroth's office Zack was there, sprawled in a chair doing some sort of mundane task the general had set him to. But he looked so comfortable. No one should look that comfortable around Sephiroth; not Zack, not Genesis or himself.
Angeal knows it's likely Zack has feelings for his superior officer. What he doesn't know and can't begin to guess is Sephiroth's thoughts. And feelings. He wishes there was someone he could talk to about it.
---
"Zack, can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Sure. What's up?"
"It's about Sephiroth and... you."
"... What about Sephiroth and me?"
"Are you... Are you seeing each other?"
"Ah... No."
"Are you going to?"
"I dunno. Maybe. I mean, I think I'd like to."
"Oh?"
"He's... I guess, shy."
"Shy?"
"Yeah, he's shy. And quiet."
"I'm sensing a 'but' in there."
"I think he likes me. He smiles at me and..."
"And?"
"I dunno. It's just... Really amazing."
---
Something changes on the long drive across the Western Continent. He thinks he can pinpoint it to the second day when Zack fell asleep and ended up leaning against Sephiroth's shoulder. Until a few months ago the idea of Sephiroth allowing anyone to touch him so casually would have seemed laughable. The idea of him letting Zack drool on his sleeve would have been completely ludicrous. But there it was, playing out right in front of him.
And when Sephiroth looked up and caught his eye across the truck and smiled, small and innocent, Angeal knew nothing would keep them apart. In that smile was a thank you. To him, for bringing them together, two people so different but so unique. And in it was a promise. To protect his student until the fortunes of war tore them apart.
Angeal sighs and shakes his head. At least he knows Zack's in good hands. He grins and digs out his PHS to tell Genesis the good news.
Rating: pg-13 for homosexual undertones
A/N: This is a quick short fic that Angeal whipped up as a present for us. It hasn't been proofread, so if you see any errors in spelling or grammar, please let us know.
There was something different about the two of them. He could see it, sense it, feel it. It crackled in the air between them, and lit up the sky like a thunderstorm rolling over the Midgar wasteland. It was tension and electricity and he wondered how many sparks it would take to ignite this... whatever it was.
He wasn't sure how it had started, only that he'd gone away and come back and there it was.
---
"Are you sure this won't conflict with your schedule? I can probably find someone else, you know. You don't have to do this."
"What have you been working on with him?"
"Grappling, lately. I was hoping you could round out his technique a little, but you can do something else if it's more comfortable."
"I'm sure it will be fine."
"If there's anything you need, call me."
"I'm self-sufficient, Angeal."
"Alright, hey, I was just saying. He can really keep your hands full."
"I'm sure I'll manage."
"Thanks for doing this. He really looks up to you."
"As does everyone. Good luck."
"Right. Thank you."
---
Two weeks, a month, a day here and there. It didn't seem like much, but he supposed it added up over time. Still, it seemed like it had been only yesterday that the boy was starry-eyed and snapped to attention in a line with a hundred other boys. Where did those years go? When did he become a SOLDIER, smiling bashfully at the General?
---
"They grow up so fast."
"Hm? Oh, Zack?"
"Yeah..."
"I heard he's been taking lessons with Sephiroth."
"Sephiroth's been filling in when I'm away on assignment."
"I'm surprised you got him to agree to that."
"I'm surprised he keeps agreeing to it."
"That's..."
"Odd? You don't know the half of it."
---
He taps his fingers against the bench, watching the pair across from him. The helicopter is loud, and Sephiroth's not one to shout to be heard, but Zack is. He's witnessing something he'd never thought he'd see. Sephiroth is chatting, and by the looks of it, joking. With Zack. He wonders if he's missed more than he thought, with these constant assignments.
---
"Have a seat."
"Sephiroth, we need to talk."
"...Sure. What did you want to talk about?"
"Okay, I know you don't appreciate... Well, I'm just going to come right and and say it."
"Alright?"
"Are you fucking my student?"
"No. Why?"
"...No reason."
---
He thinks he's really has been away too much lately. When he stopped by Sephiroth's office Zack was there, sprawled in a chair doing some sort of mundane task the general had set him to. But he looked so comfortable. No one should look that comfortable around Sephiroth; not Zack, not Genesis or himself.
Angeal knows it's likely Zack has feelings for his superior officer. What he doesn't know and can't begin to guess is Sephiroth's thoughts. And feelings. He wishes there was someone he could talk to about it.
---
"Zack, can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Sure. What's up?"
"It's about Sephiroth and... you."
"... What about Sephiroth and me?"
"Are you... Are you seeing each other?"
"Ah... No."
"Are you going to?"
"I dunno. Maybe. I mean, I think I'd like to."
"Oh?"
"He's... I guess, shy."
"Shy?"
"Yeah, he's shy. And quiet."
"I'm sensing a 'but' in there."
"I think he likes me. He smiles at me and..."
"And?"
"I dunno. It's just... Really amazing."
---
Something changes on the long drive across the Western Continent. He thinks he can pinpoint it to the second day when Zack fell asleep and ended up leaning against Sephiroth's shoulder. Until a few months ago the idea of Sephiroth allowing anyone to touch him so casually would have seemed laughable. The idea of him letting Zack drool on his sleeve would have been completely ludicrous. But there it was, playing out right in front of him.
And when Sephiroth looked up and caught his eye across the truck and smiled, small and innocent, Angeal knew nothing would keep them apart. In that smile was a thank you. To him, for bringing them together, two people so different but so unique. And in it was a promise. To protect his student until the fortunes of war tore them apart.
Angeal sighs and shakes his head. At least he knows Zack's in good hands. He grins and digs out his PHS to tell Genesis the good news.
