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thefrogg::throws apple core at Taddpole:: Okay, I started writing this. There may be stuff before it, there will be stuff after it, but I'm iffy on my characterization, so. uh. Yeah. Here. Have some fic. I'm not...entirely certain on timing, but Zack's a 2nd, and it's the tail end of the war with Wutai/just after, and during very touchy dimplomatic negotiations only Angeal is fit to attend due to...certain personality quirks of the others.
Title: Instincts of the Lost and Found (Prologue)
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thefrogg
Beta: None yet!
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Angeal/Zack, possible Sephiroth/Genesis (Note: Name order doesn't necessarily dictate dominance.)
Summary: Angeal survives a mission thanks to Zack's SOLDIER sense, but their relationship goes skidding out of control in the aftermath. It would help if Angeal could actually find him.
"Where. Is. He." The words were harsh, Angeal's pale face etched with lines of frustration and fury. "And don't tell me you don't know."
"You're not going to do either of you any good if you keep popping stitches," Sephiroth said mildly, watching as Angeal's hand gripped the bedrail in a white-knuckled fist.
"Where--"
"We've been looking for him. Discreetly, mind you," Genesis added with a roll of his eyes and an elaborate handwave. "It wouldn't do to have the best up-and-coming 2nd Class declared AWOL, now, would it?"
"It's been three days, and you can't find--" Angeal leaned forward, the IV stand dragging over the floor as he made as if to get out of bed.
"Lie down. Now." Sephiroth's eyes flashed mako-green. "There's only so much damage potions and materia and your own mako can heal. You were riding that line before Zack tried to exact his own pound of flesh. You're lucky you're alive--"
"Because Zack saved my life!" Angeal hissed, ignoring the flush of heat to his cheeks at the memory. "And now he's out there, without me, and you can't even--"
"Relax, Angeal, we'll find your precious puppy."
"You mean I'll find him. Five minutes, Genesis, just five." Rage and determination blurred Angeal's dark eyes with sickly green.
"You really think it'll take five minutes." Sephiroth's voice was flat with disbelief.
Genesis snorted. "Oh, please. It's not as if we haven't already tried everywhere we can think of."
"Except out there, between here and the front line," Sephiroth said, watching amusement and annoyance flit across Genesis' face.
Angeal let out an infuriated snarl, and let himself drop back to the half-inclined mattress with a startled yelp. He let his eyes close against the pain and weakness for a moment, feeling all too well the half-healed shrapnel wounds and broken bones still too fragile to stress.
Genesis only shrugged. "Zack is his protege, Seph. At this point, we could probably just show him a map and let him point out where...he...hmm."
Sephiroth and Angeal's focus sharpened, watching closely as Genesis' attention turned inward, fingers pointing this way and that in front of his chest as he murmured incomprehensibly. "What is it?" Angeal demanded.
"Oh, nothing, I just thought...Stay here, both of you." Genesis swept one arm behind him as he turned to leave, the glance over his shoulder to Sephiroth clearly reading, "I can't keep him in that bed."
"Genesis!"
"I told you, we'll find your precious puppy, Angeal. That's a promise, and don't I always keep my promises? Ta," and he swept out of the room with a careless handwave.
Angeal's muttered protest followed Genesis down the hall. "I'm not punishing him for an honest reaction, Seph."
'Honest reaction. That's some kind of honest reaction,' Genesis thought to himself, sparing the overcast sky an irritated glare before he was soaked by the ever-present rain, coat heavy and dark crimson with water. 'Poor kid's scared out of his mind, thinking you aren't going to come back, and he can't convince you not to go, and you think he's not going to react in grief and anger? You know as well as I do - better - Puppy's premonitions aren't wrong.' Mud squelched under his boots as he walked. 'You were too weak to flee, you wouldn't, or couldn't, fight back...that didn't leave him a whole lot of choice. Just hope you enjoyed, it'll be a while before he'll be in any shape to give a repeat performance. Either of you.' Slogging his way through the slop, he curled his lips upward in a naughty smile, dampened by worry and fear.
There were only so many places left Zack could be hiding, at least now that Genesis had an idea of where to look - and why hadn't they thought to search like Angeal would, anyways? - and the only reason Zack wouldn't have come out on his own to fulfill his duties was because he couldn't.
tbc
Title: Instincts of the Lost and Found (Prologue)
Author:
thefrogg Beta: None yet!
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Angeal/Zack, possible Sephiroth/Genesis (Note: Name order doesn't necessarily dictate dominance.)
Summary: Angeal survives a mission thanks to Zack's SOLDIER sense, but their relationship goes skidding out of control in the aftermath. It would help if Angeal could actually find him.
"Where. Is. He." The words were harsh, Angeal's pale face etched with lines of frustration and fury. "And don't tell me you don't know."
"You're not going to do either of you any good if you keep popping stitches," Sephiroth said mildly, watching as Angeal's hand gripped the bedrail in a white-knuckled fist.
"Where--"
"We've been looking for him. Discreetly, mind you," Genesis added with a roll of his eyes and an elaborate handwave. "It wouldn't do to have the best up-and-coming 2nd Class declared AWOL, now, would it?"
"It's been three days, and you can't find--" Angeal leaned forward, the IV stand dragging over the floor as he made as if to get out of bed.
"Lie down. Now." Sephiroth's eyes flashed mako-green. "There's only so much damage potions and materia and your own mako can heal. You were riding that line before Zack tried to exact his own pound of flesh. You're lucky you're alive--"
"Because Zack saved my life!" Angeal hissed, ignoring the flush of heat to his cheeks at the memory. "And now he's out there, without me, and you can't even--"
"Relax, Angeal, we'll find your precious puppy."
"You mean I'll find him. Five minutes, Genesis, just five." Rage and determination blurred Angeal's dark eyes with sickly green.
"You really think it'll take five minutes." Sephiroth's voice was flat with disbelief.
Genesis snorted. "Oh, please. It's not as if we haven't already tried everywhere we can think of."
"Except out there, between here and the front line," Sephiroth said, watching amusement and annoyance flit across Genesis' face.
Angeal let out an infuriated snarl, and let himself drop back to the half-inclined mattress with a startled yelp. He let his eyes close against the pain and weakness for a moment, feeling all too well the half-healed shrapnel wounds and broken bones still too fragile to stress.
Genesis only shrugged. "Zack is his protege, Seph. At this point, we could probably just show him a map and let him point out where...he...hmm."
Sephiroth and Angeal's focus sharpened, watching closely as Genesis' attention turned inward, fingers pointing this way and that in front of his chest as he murmured incomprehensibly. "What is it?" Angeal demanded.
"Oh, nothing, I just thought...Stay here, both of you." Genesis swept one arm behind him as he turned to leave, the glance over his shoulder to Sephiroth clearly reading, "I can't keep him in that bed."
"Genesis!"
"I told you, we'll find your precious puppy, Angeal. That's a promise, and don't I always keep my promises? Ta," and he swept out of the room with a careless handwave.
Angeal's muttered protest followed Genesis down the hall. "I'm not punishing him for an honest reaction, Seph."
'Honest reaction. That's some kind of honest reaction,' Genesis thought to himself, sparing the overcast sky an irritated glare before he was soaked by the ever-present rain, coat heavy and dark crimson with water. 'Poor kid's scared out of his mind, thinking you aren't going to come back, and he can't convince you not to go, and you think he's not going to react in grief and anger? You know as well as I do - better - Puppy's premonitions aren't wrong.' Mud squelched under his boots as he walked. 'You were too weak to flee, you wouldn't, or couldn't, fight back...that didn't leave him a whole lot of choice. Just hope you enjoyed, it'll be a while before he'll be in any shape to give a repeat performance. Either of you.' Slogging his way through the slop, he curled his lips upward in a naughty smile, dampened by worry and fear.
There were only so many places left Zack could be hiding, at least now that Genesis had an idea of where to look - and why hadn't they thought to search like Angeal would, anyways? - and the only reason Zack wouldn't have come out on his own to fulfill his duties was because he couldn't.
tbc
