Author's Notes: The theme this time? I can do whatever I want as long as I insert lemonade, crack, Bolt3, and a six-foot sword in some way. Wrote it all in 10 minutes!
Challenging ME to a fight? What was this Turk thinking? Was he on crack or something? I am the great Sephiroth Project, and some junior Turk, not even in the suit for a week, is asking to duel me?
Of course I would not pass up the chance to humiliate a Turk, so I had accepted. This was why we stood, facing each other, in the middle of a clearing just outside of Kalm. Sephiroth had been kind and allowed the Turk to choose their sparring location. Sephiroth stood with an icy smirk on his face as the red-haired Turk stretched a bit.
"When I beat you," Sephiroth said, "You're going to be my servant for a month."
"If you beat me," Reno countered. "And when you don't, you're my maid, in a maid dress and everything, for a week."
Sephiroth rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, you'll clean my office and bring me lunch and lemonade on hot days."
"I don't clean and cook and all of that," Sephiroth growled.
"Then you better learn. I don't like burned food," the junior Turk countered.
The silver haired general leveled his masamune before him, a malicious smile upon elegant features. There was no way he could lose. Even as he saw Reno starting to charge a spell he was no worried. That is, until the Bolt 3 flashed through the air at him. It was times like these that Sephiroth regretted his weapon of choice. The electricity ran up the six-foot long sword, treating it as if it was a lightening rod.
When Sephiroth finally awoke from the unconsciousness caused by the electrocution, Reno was leaning over him.
"I like lots of ice cubes in my fresh squeezed lemonade."